ore ga dare daka shitteruka?

[boy_named_crow]

It was depressing, walking next to the police officer. The man was unhappy. Now that he'd finished fooling around and venting his frustration (bottled up from the ship's captain, probably), the boy named Crow could feel it radiating off 'Rupert' in waves. Not quite sadness, maybe, but certainly an underlying unhappiness, the sensation of being a

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[corvenus]

*shaking his arm again to get crow to let go, but following along. He sort of recognized the building they were headed towards and groaned inwardly.*

[first_captain]

He felt wretched. It wasn't the disease however, but the previous night of drinking that he really shouldn't have indulged in. Really, what had Susumu been thinking? Letting them drink that much?
The fresh air hadn't helped, and the sun was too bright, and the people in this town were too noisy. And it was far too early to be at work, Souji thought.
He glanced up when he saw two figures approaching the embassy and squinted slightly from the sunlight. Was one of them Japanese? Was the other police? Souji frowned, and the illness he felt vanished.

"Can I help you, gentlemen?" he asked, stepping down the front stairs and putting himself between them and the door.

[boy_named_crow]

Someone with the right accent and the right face and the right translation skills. The grin was hard to repress. The boy called Crow didn't notice that he'd been shaken off of the bulky European's arm, happy to simply stumble forward into an awkward bobbing bow at the bottom of the stairs. Tilting his head sideways, he grinned up from his confused genuflected state.

"What a relief," he chirruped brightly in Japanese. "I was starting to think civilization had vanished off the face of the Earth..."

[corvenus]

*Putting on his glasses so that the ambassador wouldn't notice his eyes Riddick just stands off a little way not really wanting to get to into what would happen next.*

[first_captain]

Souji glanced at the boy who stumbled forward and then, before the boy could react, cuffed him upside the head, and turned him around and forced his head down into a terribly forced, but would-be-acceptable bow.

This was not how Souji had wanted to start his morning.

"We're terribly sorry for any trouble the boy has caused." Souji said, offering a bow himself to the police officer, hand still firm against the child's head. He kept the boy bowed as he raised himself up.

"If he's caused any damage, we'll of course, gladly, make restitution."

[corvenus]

*Riddick Laughs at this.* "He's not been any trouble, needs his mouth watching though." *Turning to Crow.* "I might not be able to speak Japanese but I can tell when somebodies insulting me." *Tipping his hat to Soujin.*

[boy_named_crow]

"Iie~~!"

Damnit, Kafka needed to stop being so happy. It was lingering on his reactions, making him flail slightly against the rough treatment. Toughtest damn 15-year-old indeed; he'd beat that pretender up when he got back home. If he got back home.

If he was ever allowed to stand up again. The ambassador was strong for such a slight man.

[first_captain]

Souji bowed again, offering apologies for the Police's time and trouble and then for the insults as he began to turn away. Any apology he could think of, really. He hated it, apologizing. But he was Japanese and there were codes of behavior to follow.
At least, there was one thing open to him. Closed fist, he gave Crow a smart knock to the head.

"Idiot. Do you not realize how much trouble you could have been in?" Souji asked the boy sharply once Riddik had move off down the street.

"Can't you feel how dangerous that man in? What did you do?"

[corvenus]

*smiling to himself as he walked off towards his home for a good nights sleep. Even if it was the early morning. Working nights was a pain sometimes.*

[boy_named_crow]

The boy managed to take the second round of abuse much more calmly, grimacing and rubbing at his head while shooting the man an accusing look. "I didn't do anything, old man! I got off my boat and that person started chasing me like a criminal. I even fell over and hurt myself before he stopped being so aggressive and said he'd bring me here. Che, not even worth coming, if people are so violent..."

Crow had, of course, no intention of admitting (possibly ever) that it was nice to understand fully what someone was saying, and even nicer to be defended in a twisted, mildly abusive way.

[first_captain]

Souji waited until Riddik was out of sight and then turned his eyes onto the boy who he had finally released, and sighed at him, ignoring most of the boy's comments. He was just a child.
"He wouldn't have chased you if you hadn't done something."

Although Souji wasn't entirely sure about that. He hadn't liked the feeling of that man. Something hadn't sat right with him at all, and he wished Susumu was around.

"Well, come on then." Souji said with a sigh, turning and heading into the building. "Lets get some tea and food into you."

[boy_named_crow]

Angry wasn't going to work. Crow cast his mind around, digging through personalities and thoughts and stories. Of course, Kafka would bleed into him a little, but the orphan he'd talked out of suicide in Nagoya was still fairly strong with him.

His shoulders slumped a little at the mild accusation, a hurt look flashing across his face. Trust issues; they gnawed around the corners of his mind until he actually felt the uncomfortable sensation of not being believed, the auto-shut-down being disbelieved initiated. Crow's foot steps were hesitant and untrusting as he followed the ambassador up the stairs, gnawing his lower lip. The hunger and emaciation he didn't need to fake.

[first_captain]

Souji silently led the scruffy, half starved boy through the corridors of the building. He stopped briefly when he found a young clerk and sent him to find someone to get a decent breakfast for the child.
Souji was still silent as he ushered the boy forward, and finally, closed it behind them.

With the door closed finally, Souji gestured to a cushion surrounding a low table.

With the door safely closed, Souji offered somehting of a weary, half hearted smile. The cool professional appearance melting away.

"You've caught me on a bad day. But it's better I found you, than one of the others." He passed the boy to the other side of the table, giving his hair a good natured ruffle, before he folded his feet under him, and rested his chin in his hand, elbow on the table.

"Now, we need to figure out what to do with you. There'll be no hiding you... they'll have seen you approach the building. What are you running from?"

[boy_named_crow]

It took a bit of effort, but the boy managed to bite back something sullen about drunks and light-weights. Slumping dejectedly on his seat, legs sprawled sideways, Crow wrinkled his nose at the affectionate gesture, ducking away from it slightly and fixing his hair the moment the other's fingers left his head. He kept his head down, eyes on his hands as he picked at a hangnail.

Think disconsolate. Think abused. Think seriously depressive.

"...you'll just hit me again if I tell you, ambassador-sama."

[first_captain]

"Following that logic, boy, wouldn't it make sense that I would hit you doubly hard for disobeying and angering me?" Souji asked, watching him from his spot across the table. "Maybe it would anger me more than hearing about what foolishness you're involved in."

But Souji didn't sound or look like he was remotely angry. A little bit tired maybe, but still bearing up well. The number of times Souji had been legitimately angry were few, and he could remember each of them. And they numbered less than the fingers on his hands.

"Now, come on. Don't be difficult. I helped you out of a mess, and I'm giving you food. The least you can do is share your story with me."

[boy_named_crow]

The boy named Crow was silent for a moment, studying the older male across the table with the sharp, critical eye of a ruffled bird. The argument was a good one. He liked the being fed part best.

Head down slightly, shoulders hunched in anticipation of a blow (it wouldn't hurt the image to cower, even if it went against his sensibilities), the boy murmured softly, "Promise you won't send me back first."