“Hey Kid Stop! Get Back here!”
The noises of the man chasing him down the winding and twisting streets of Konaha food district resonated to the very core of Nobu. Turning round another corner and taking another twist on his escape journey he managed to find himself creating distance from the man, until the next turn. Coming full stop into the back of some woman minding her own business, falling backwards and onto his ass he growled slightly as felt his arms go down to support the fall that was coming his way.
“Shit”
The words escaping his mouth as he watched the precious dumplings roll across the floor and out of the grasp that he had them in. Starting to rise to his feet he felt the adult size hand wrap around his collar as he was dragged up onto his feet. Kicking and swinging widely at the person who had got hold of him. Unable to see as the man held him from behind.
“Get off me!”
“Stop stealing from us, we warned you about this before you little brat!”
The warning didn’t quite stop at the usual slap on the wrist that he got, instead the fist to the gut that ripped wind from his lungs and sent him spluttering into a ball on the cobble floor as spittle escaped his lips. It wasn’t left unanswered as he grabbed at the man's ankle, using the only weapon he had he sunk his teeth into the man's leg.
“Damn street scum”
The man reeled back from the bite only to land boot after boot into the boy's body, raining the thunders blows down, after what could have been considered an eternity it stopped, blood dripping from his nose onto the floor.
Slowly using the wall as help he hauled himself up, his clothes had seen better days, and his hair now a mixture of dirt from the ground. As he stumbled out of the alleyway his arm around his stomach which throbbed from pain but more from hunger, it has been over three days since he had last eaten and he knew that he needed to get something in him soon.
“Almost had a taste of what real food is, next time”
[MFT: 374]
The noises of the man chasing him down the winding and twisting streets of Konaha food district resonated to the very core of Nobu. Turning round another corner and taking another twist on his escape journey he managed to find himself creating distance from the man, until the next turn. Coming full stop into the back of some woman minding her own business, falling backwards and onto his ass he growled slightly as felt his arms go down to support the fall that was coming his way.
“Shit”
The words escaping his mouth as he watched the precious dumplings roll across the floor and out of the grasp that he had them in. Starting to rise to his feet he felt the adult size hand wrap around his collar as he was dragged up onto his feet. Kicking and swinging widely at the person who had got hold of him. Unable to see as the man held him from behind.
“Get off me!”
“Stop stealing from us, we warned you about this before you little brat!”
The warning didn’t quite stop at the usual slap on the wrist that he got, instead the fist to the gut that ripped wind from his lungs and sent him spluttering into a ball on the cobble floor as spittle escaped his lips. It wasn’t left unanswered as he grabbed at the man's ankle, using the only weapon he had he sunk his teeth into the man's leg.
“Damn street scum”
The man reeled back from the bite only to land boot after boot into the boy's body, raining the thunders blows down, after what could have been considered an eternity it stopped, blood dripping from his nose onto the floor.
Slowly using the wall as help he hauled himself up, his clothes had seen better days, and his hair now a mixture of dirt from the ground. As he stumbled out of the alleyway his arm around his stomach which throbbed from pain but more from hunger, it has been over three days since he had last eaten and he knew that he needed to get something in him soon.
“Almost had a taste of what real food is, next time”
[MFT: 374]