Escaping Through Unbearable Means...

The house was quiet; despite the rushing of hurriedness throughout the kitchen and the living room. A child of the household had long since retreated to his room but did not seem to be able to escape the going-on’s of down stairs. The young teenager stared long and hard at the paper in front of him that he had a drawing of a building on which was the setting of his latest story but he would appear that he could not concentrate at all. And the dead-line was soon. Jun wanted to cry. The dirty blonde haired sixteen years old allowed for his head to bang onto his desk, eyebrows twitching in irritation. There was no way that he was going to be able to finish the manuscript or rather the storyboard in time with that entire racket downstairs!!! The teen whimpered because he could hear his mother yelling and scolding the servants around like nobody’s business and he knew he was to go down and try to confront the obstruction, he was most likely to be killed in the process. His fans would not appreciate that. The teen decided that he should somehow escape the ridiculousness of this house and find some fresh air elsewhere so he could finish. Getting up, he shuffled his papers carefully together and grabbed a messenger bag for his supplies and slide the strap over his head then grabbed a kimono and wrapped it around him and the bag that was small enough to disappear easily and he whistled quietly and somewhat innocently as he slipped downstairs and looked around for anybody would dare try and catch him and return to his room. Hurriedly walking briskly to the front door, he slipped out and smiled to himself as he looked around the courtyard before walking across the lawn to the front and walked down the sidewalk, a small excited smile of victory gracing his face and he looked around before he stopped at the corner of some store and he slipped off the too fancy, too formal kimono and slipped it into his bag. Wearing some baggy shorts and a regular tee, he had a plaid button up shirt over that too~. Stretching for a moment, glad to be clad in normal clothes, he looked around for something to do for a while before he would get back to work. He wondered what they sold in the store because he was starting to feel a bit peekish~.

"Ew, just ignore him."
"Sweetie, just ignore him."
"But looks at the clothes mommy."
"He's dirty sweetie."
"What a loser!!!"
"You shouldn't be here hobo, loser!!! Go back where you came from!!!"

Why are they screaming and whispering these things right behind Unknown's back? Well, his dirtied clothes that looked as if they have seen better day, the oily looking hair, the tangle hair on his face, and the baggy looking eyes- he looked like a hobo. And in the middle of the street, all he gets is complaints and insults. Not that Unknown cared, he's just entertain by the people around him. He's enjoying the insults and jabs that he's getting. He's just like that, taking enjoyment with that kind of thing, yeah.

Well, he's also on a small mission for the prime minister, who is about to make a speech on the very same plaza that he is in. Apparently, someone wanted to assassin his boss because he is going.to discuss something rather very dangerous... Like the mafia dangerous. The yakuza. Unknown doesn't like to interfere with underground stuff, seeing it as a hassle since he's trying to keep a down low and not make himself known throughout the underground world but for the Prime Minister, he would do everything. He had picked the Prime Minister out of his own hand and they both trust each other with their lives. Unknown will ensure his safety.

Looking around among the crowd, his eyes picked up that there are no unusual suspect among the crowds. Of course, they decided not to assassin up close. A distanced assassination then, probably somewhere in the scrapers. Standing up, moving closer to the crowd as if he wanted to see the speech, he looked up among the windows of the tall scrapers around them and access who is there.
He saw a woman, with train inhuman eyes, up in one of the offices getting her sniper ready. There is another man not to far from here, getting his own sniper ready too.
One, two, three, four....... There are five of them. He could easy shoot them at this distance. Though he hate the use of guns, he found them necessary at times like this. Sure, he can throw a small rock at the and it would have the same effect but that would uncover his disguise and hiding. He doesn't want anyone to.know of him.
He looked back at the stage and notice that the Prime Minister is about to come out for his speech.
Time for work.

Strolling through town, Jun licked happily at a green tea ice cream cone, smiling to himself as he just went with the crowd. Maybe he was beginning to take advantage of his day off because he hd already bought lunch, an ice cream cone, and not to mention, a good-sized bag of candy. Though he had to hurry and do his story board, he couldn't help but get sidetracked by the cut elooking snack he saw in the window. The cone was decorated/imprinted with cute bunny heads with ribbons on their necks and the ice cream was such a pretty light green color then somehow decorated with light pink swirls that was probably just like some sort of color dye. He looked up and noticed that the crowd was ever growing in one section and he followed, staring up at a person who hd taken the stage. Looking around with a mangak's eagle eye, he spotted a woman at a window and blinked. She had a gun. Oooo~~ A confetti gun~ Ah~ That would be so cute in his next chapter.

Unknown walked closer to the stage, acting as if he was fascinated by what is going on. Acting as if he don't know what is going on. Though the truth is, he's very aware of what is going on. More aware than anyone in this crowd. Looking at the assassins up there in the building, he kept an eye of any suspicious movements that would indicate that they would try and harm his Prime Minister. Heh, as if he would let them. There is a reason why the Japanese Prime Ministers haven't been killed yet, him and the fact that they are loved by their people. But apparently, people decided to go against the person he picked to lead Japan to peace. How annoying, and he was hoping that this administration would be easy-going and such. Guess not this year.

Looking up at the stage, he saw the assassins raising their guns towards him, waiting for the moment the Prime Minister would make the speech. Unknown made an unknown smirk. Let the games begin.

The Prime Minister look through the crowd and saw Unknown in the back ground. Though the disguise is greatly made and used, he can recognize the Eternal from far away with any other disguise he could make; that is how close they are. Knowing that he's completely safe and protected, he started the speech, knowing death is far from his future.

"People and citizen of Japan......"

As soon as the speech as started, Unknown flickered a gun into his hands, shooting the assassins while the crowd is distracted by the Prime Minister. The gun is rather high tech and has a sliencer where he could shoot without making a noise or disturbing anyone. Not to mention that the bullet would dig through any surface and won't shatter the glass, just make a hole in it. It's a good weapon for long distance too, depending how he puts the settings and such. In one way or another, no body would notice the assassins lying on the floor bleeding, unable to pick up a gun (he did not kill them, just make them unable to do anything else other than struggle to live). He would have to call the secret service to pick them up later and then take them into custody and interrogation.

Now, things should go smoothy from there. He doubts there would be any more assassins coming; this is a warning for them to understand that this Prime Minister is not someone they want to mess with. Not if they want to face him.
He leans back as he listens to the Prime Minister's speech, about to leave after a few minutes of checking to make sure the coast was clear. He felt no other murderous intention towards his charge, not for miles away. He'll be safe for now. He'll be around the area patroling and such but he doesn't want to listen to the speech, he heard it too many times to count; due to the fact that he have to check his speech and what he is going to say and such.

(warning.....tis be short)

Jun blinked as he saw an important looking man come on the stage, he didn't seem to pay attention very well so he redirectedhis sole attention to the ice cream treat in his hand. It never really paid to watch stunts like this. What use would they be in a shojo manga? The blonde haired teenager blinked as he swore he could smell something foul. It ruined his appaetite and he began to cough, wondering what sort of horrible stench could have confounded the area around him. Looking to the crowds, he blinked as he recognized a rather unsightly homeless looking man and he had to rub his eyes and blink a few more times before realizing that.....it was Unknown~!

what was his famous star of his manga doing in a place like this? and in those clothes again... Not saying anything about the subject anymore, he skipped his way through the crowds and tried to catch up to his quiet acqaintance.