Means of Escaping [OPEN]

They say that you miss something the most when it's gone...
But...
Was I ever missed to begin with...?

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"Ha...ha...ha..." he panted, sprinting down the sidewalk. 'This is it,' Masaomi thought.

'I'm finally going to get out of here.'

Each step brought him closer to freedom. Masaomi was excited. Finally, after all those years of being an interloper, he'd be able to escape and find it. He'd finally be able to run, to fly. He'd finally find where he belonged. The blonde boy would finally be able to spread his wings. He could leave this city!

No more would he have to deal with a past that pulled him back. No more color gangs, no more info brokers, no more fighting, no more secrets. He could finally become the person he wanted. Masaomi Kida would no longer have to continue to hide in the shadows of his past, present, or future.

He ignored the stares other pedestrians gave him. The yelling of "watch it kid!" was drowned out by the rapid beating of his heart. Masaomi clutched the duffel bag in an iron grip. Nothing would stop him this time; not even Mikado and Anri. Hell, they would probably prefer him being gone, one less annoyance in their life. Kadota and his group should be fine without him. They were on good terms, but not all that close. Saki was still Izaya's follower and he was absolutely sure that the infamous informant wouldn't be making an attempt to stop him anytime soon. If anything, Izaya could just find him in his new home and torture him there.

Was there anyone else? ...No, there shouldn't be anyone else on the "Let's Stop Masaomi from Leaving List". He kept his pace, ignoring the burning sensation in his lungs and the pounding of his heart. 'I can rest when I get to the station," he said to himself. 'There's no time to walk and rest.' Masaomi knew he had to keep running, there was no way he was going to miss this train. He checked his phone's clock.

11:30

"Twenty minutes," he mumbled before he felt something hit his foot. The duffel bag flew to the side, he gasped before slamming face-first into the pavement, letting out a string of curses under his breath. Masaomi propped himself onto his hands and knees.

"Ow," he groaned, rubbing his sore head as he looked around. "What was that?"

'Crap, don't have time for this.' Only twenty minutes "Sorry, but I have to go!" he replied as he tried to look for his missing duffel bag. Where was it? He was sure that it dropped towards his right from the fall. Where would it be?

11:35

He cursed. The train might leave if he keeps going at this rate, he had to find his things and get to the station. Masaomi began to panic. What if he missed the train? That was his only ticket out of here, possibly his only chance. "Dammit, where is my crap?" he muttered.

Sakuraya looked down to see a bag had hit his foot as he was walking towards the train.

He had been heading to the train to go off to visit Shuzenji to get away from the city to a more calmer place for a few days. The felt so close to being able to get some peace from the city as he headed for the train, but this bag had stopped him. It was a duffle bag heavily packed. Sakuraya looked around to see who the bag could've belonged to. He noticed a boy looking in quite a rush, franticly looking around. He picked up the bag and walked it over to the boy.

"Is this yours?" he asked.

Masaomi visibly tensed at the sight of the brunette. How did he know he was here? Oh goodness, and now the trolling begins. He sighed. "What do you want Izaya? I don't have time for your games today, I'm in a hurry." he grumbled, glaring at the man. Screw being polite. He's dealt with this man's tricks one time too many to actually care about being respectful to him. He did not want to deal with this right now, hopefully "Izaya" wouldn't try to pull something today.

[color=white]"Izaya? I believe you have me confused with someone else. " violet]Sakuraya replied.

He wasn't quite sure who this Izaya person was, but he felt this boy had a strong dislike for him.

"I'm not sure who Izaya is, but I assure you that I have no intentions for 'games' like you think. I'm just here to get out of the city, just like you."

Masaomi blinked. He wasn't sure what Izaya was trying to get at, but it probably wasn't anything good. 'I guess I'll just play along. . .' he thought. He took his bag from the man, then he noticed something off. His eyes were pink instead of the usual red. 'Colored contacts?'

"Ah, sorry, didn't mean to be rude," he said. "It's just. . .you look a lot like him." Masaomi scratched his head and looked at his phone's clock. He had eleven minutes left. "Crap, I need to get to the station," he muttered, ready to take off.

"He is in a way," Masaomi said with a scratch of his head. "Yeah...I don't mean to be rude, but I need to get to the station. I have..." he trailed off as he looked at his phone's clock. He cursed, he had exactly ten minutes left. "Shit! I need to get going!" he said as he started to run off.