Kazutora sat on a tower of crates across from his best friend, watching him wipe the blood from his face. It had been splattered across his cheeks after the fight, and certainly was not his own. Baji was like that - craving a fight but never taking a punch. It's what Kazutora loved about him. That, and he agreed - at least on the surface - that everything was Mikey's fault...

"We should head out before the cops get here."

He said, sliding from his throne of boxes and landing beside Baji.