It was only midday, with the sun high in the sky, as Seiichi began making his way towards the marketplace. He had some yen left, and figured he could get a bit of candy or something since he'd been so good about making and eating his vegetables. He hadn't had chocolate in quite a bit, and the thought of the brown, melty goodness nearly made the young samurai-in-training drool.
So far, it had been a decent day, as well. He wasn't walking around like he often did, his face somewhat screwed in anger or irritation, obviously having an attitude of some sort (he didn't really have Resting Bitch Face), and even though he was pretty small, the glare he was able to give could often seem a little scarier than it should.
Honestly, he'd only been walking for five or ten minutes, max, when the hair on the back of his neck prickled in a subconscious warning, putting the previously content, carefree boy on slight alert. He looked around a bit, his angled lavender brows raising slightly as his eyes opened a bit wider, enlarging his field of vision. It took him a moment, before spotting the irregularity.
Off to his five-o'clock was a trio of shady looking boys that didn't look much older than him, but were obviously older than him. It was just one of those things you could tell; they were taller than him, but not that much taller. Their faces looked like they had been aged more, with less baby fat than him, but not too mature (though yes, the baby fat was gone).
One of them was a tall, rather skinny boy, and obviously the leader. He had a cool smirk on his face, though the spiky black hair didn't seem to mix well with his somewhat feminine face. The other, a red-head, had on a rather crazy smile, and was the shortest of the bunch. His eyes were wide, and his hair was wild and unkempt, though he wasn't dirty as if he were a forest child. The last was (obviously) the largest, having quite the rotund belly, his shirt stained with food he'd eaten recently. He was bald, though ice-cream gave him a mustache as he ate it rather sloppily.
"Hey, kid," the leader called, snapping in Seiichi's direction. The young boy stopped and turned on instinct, though he knew he should have ignored them and kept walking. The three walked closer, the fat one huffing and puffing. The crazed one circled Seiichi, standing at his back while Mr. Cool and Collected stopped in front of Seiichi.
"Me and my pals just blew all our yen on snacks, but we still hungry." He smirked, shrugging to his dumbly chuckling goons as he tried to charm Seiichi with intimidation. "See, we was wondering if you could give us whatever you got, before someone got hurt. I mean, you're a pretty small guy. Accidents happen to small guys all the time, you get my meaning?" He nudged Seiichi's chest with his elbow, as if he were doing so playfully.
The move only caused Seiichi to narrow his eyes, his right eye twitching in slight anger as his sword-hand (which was the right) clenched slightly, which was missed by the three delinquents. He figured he might be able to do a bit of damage, but all three of them would quickly overpower him, which meant he'd not only get beat up, but he'd lose the rest of his cash. Yet he'd keep his pride, whatever was left of it afterwards....
So far, it had been a decent day, as well. He wasn't walking around like he often did, his face somewhat screwed in anger or irritation, obviously having an attitude of some sort (he didn't really have Resting Bitch Face), and even though he was pretty small, the glare he was able to give could often seem a little scarier than it should.
Honestly, he'd only been walking for five or ten minutes, max, when the hair on the back of his neck prickled in a subconscious warning, putting the previously content, carefree boy on slight alert. He looked around a bit, his angled lavender brows raising slightly as his eyes opened a bit wider, enlarging his field of vision. It took him a moment, before spotting the irregularity.
Off to his five-o'clock was a trio of shady looking boys that didn't look much older than him, but were obviously older than him. It was just one of those things you could tell; they were taller than him, but not that much taller. Their faces looked like they had been aged more, with less baby fat than him, but not too mature (though yes, the baby fat was gone).
One of them was a tall, rather skinny boy, and obviously the leader. He had a cool smirk on his face, though the spiky black hair didn't seem to mix well with his somewhat feminine face. The other, a red-head, had on a rather crazy smile, and was the shortest of the bunch. His eyes were wide, and his hair was wild and unkempt, though he wasn't dirty as if he were a forest child. The last was (obviously) the largest, having quite the rotund belly, his shirt stained with food he'd eaten recently. He was bald, though ice-cream gave him a mustache as he ate it rather sloppily.
"Hey, kid," the leader called, snapping in Seiichi's direction. The young boy stopped and turned on instinct, though he knew he should have ignored them and kept walking. The three walked closer, the fat one huffing and puffing. The crazed one circled Seiichi, standing at his back while Mr. Cool and Collected stopped in front of Seiichi.
"Me and my pals just blew all our yen on snacks, but we still hungry." He smirked, shrugging to his dumbly chuckling goons as he tried to charm Seiichi with intimidation. "See, we was wondering if you could give us whatever you got, before someone got hurt. I mean, you're a pretty small guy. Accidents happen to small guys all the time, you get my meaning?" He nudged Seiichi's chest with his elbow, as if he were doing so playfully.
The move only caused Seiichi to narrow his eyes, his right eye twitching in slight anger as his sword-hand (which was the right) clenched slightly, which was missed by the three delinquents. He figured he might be able to do a bit of damage, but all three of them would quickly overpower him, which meant he'd not only get beat up, but he'd lose the rest of his cash. Yet he'd keep his pride, whatever was left of it afterwards....