#theoriginalfox

Seeing the rather eccentric youth he chuckled some and gave a wave to on coming Kitaki. It made him wonder just how the young fox was doing these days.

Hey, Wocky.

The name's Ema. Ema Skye.

Machi had spent most of his afternoon walking around the city with his books, trying to locate his school and also had literally run into some stranger, to which he felt horrid for. He really shouldn't day dream like that. 

Looking around he was quite tired and had dropped his books off at his school, it was now just on darkness in the evening and the young Borginian pulled out a piece of paper with an address on it written in English, great. 

"Im tako utrujen, če je ta kraj g Yootis imate zame?" 'Im so tired, where is this place Mr Yootis got for me?' 

Machi preferred his own language and the people? They stared at him for they'd seen the case no doubt all over the news in both countries, it was a rather international affair, large one at that. The pianist feared he'd ruined Lamiroir's future forever. 

So here he was day dreaming again, the small piece of paper rubbing between his thumb and index finger before he snapped back to reality at the sound of a gun shot. Startled he became rather frightened, the last time he had heard that.. Mr Le Touse had died...

Shuddering he ran off and around the boulevard's corner only to find himself face to face with someone trying to escape the gun fire, or trying to get out of range for being a target but in range to offend.

This person was a gang member of the Rivales family, they had been at the Kitaki's throats all their lives apparently and poor Machi had just walked smack bang in the middle of it. As the other older male turned to look down to the blonde boy he trembled and felt his knees buckle, falling to the pavement his frightened eyes were hidden behind his dark shades.

"P-Prosim, ne ubij me. Žal mi je, da nisem videl .." 'P-please don't kill me. I am sorry, I did not see..'   English Machi, English. But he was so frightened he could barely talk at all.