[-] Characters: Fuji Syuusuke and [Open]
[-] Location: The Waterways
[-] Summary: Searching through the City, Fuji stumbles upon the sewers...
[-] Rating: PG for now
[-] Status: Unfinished
The air held a faint, burning flavor, as if something was on fire quite a far bit away from here. Fuji noticed this as he stepped outside, slowly making his way through the neighborhood, as he was aiming to learn and find his way around the city. Besides, a little exercise could never be wrong, now could it? In case someone wondered where he had went, he had left a small note saying that he'd be back in a couple of hours, and so far, no one was following him. That was nice, since his head had been in turmoil for quite some time, first because of the fact that seeing an aged Eiji had been quite a shock and then because of that, the entire situation had slowly started to sink in. He had spent a lot of hours thinking, trying to figure out the best way to deal with this, and drawing a blank again and again. But, the least he could do was try and get some sort of idea of where he was, if he were to find out a way to get away from here.
The boy stopped, eyes traveling to a drain. He was small, lithe, and it wouldn't be too difficult to squeeze his way down there. Sewers interested him, there were always people hiding in the sewers; anyone who watched movies and read comic books knew that, but he had never actually been down a sewer himself, and the thought piqued his curiosity.
The boy came to a decision, but decided not to go down this drain after all, the more he looked at it, the more impossible it seemed, so instead he wandered about a bit more, finally happening upon a pipe with a rusty old chain link bar in front of it that he easily peered away. The pipe was large enough for him to stand up straight, and it was rather dry, not one that had been in work for quite some time, by the looks of it. He took a deep breath and ventured inside.
It was dark, but an unknown light source, some old light bulb probably, because the light flickered on and off over and over again, lit up his way somewhat, and he slowly made his way past different pipes, barbs and other things he'd rather not identify. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all... The fourteen year old was just about to turn around and go back...
...When he heard something.