One of the men turned around, large

One of the men turned around, large and buff with short blond hair, a good head and half taller than Takaba. There was a wicked, cruel grin across his face, “You got a problem, kid?”
“You’re gonna end up killing him if you keep that up,” Takaba jerked his chin up at the crippled man on the ground, who was tight roping between consciousness and unconsciousness.
“This is your friend?”
“No.” By now the other three men had turned their attention from their human punching bag and focused it on Takaba. Heh. Kind of reminded him of his days in Tokyo. Being a reckless idiot.
“Listen to this kid, he’s pretty interesting, eh?” it seemed the blond was the leader of the pack. “Let’s wipe that smirk off his face, shall we?” He lunged at Takaba, aiming a punch at the stomach, but Takaba was faster. He pivoted his right foot into the snow and turned to his left a full 360 degrees. It was the adrenaline again. God, how long had it been since he’d been in this kind of situation? The clenched fist flew past him slow motion, and the rustle of fabric amplified into imaginary speakers. He wasn’t given much time to think though when the blond turned on him.
“Think that’s funny?”
Well, actually, no. He didn’t. “Um…Not really, no.”
That seemed to piss off the man even more. Takaba winced at his own mistake. Four against one. He was probably going to end up like the man on the ground himself for sticking his head into someone else’s business. And… just his luck, he’d lost his cellphone.
But, wasn’t this kind of how he’d met Asami? Sniffing around where his nose where he didn’t belong? Well, maybe being an idiot did have its advantages. But certainly not now.
You just never learn, do you, Aki?
The others were closing in on him, and at this point, he could probably run and outrun them, and… he glanced to his side again. Maybe not. His path to the main street was nearly blocked already. As a matter of fact, the short man to his left was already launching himself at Takaba. He responded by shifting to his right, where another caught him roughly by the neck, chocking him, and rammed his knees into Takaba’s side.
“You gonna learn to keep out of other’s business after this?”
Oddly enough, the pain was dull, suppressed for the duration. The blond flipped out a knife and held it at Takaba’s face. The other two had let go him now, standing at a short distance. Takaba began laughing softly, his shoulders gently shaking from trying to hold back laughter.
“Is that a yes or no?”
Takaba grinned as he looked up, his lips twisted.
“You insane or something, kid?”
“Maybe I am.” Takaba picked up his leg and kicked down at the blond’s knee, snapping the man’s joint back with a loud crack. Ouch. The knife came at him though and tore through the sleeve of his arm, ripping the fabric with and through flesh. But Takaba didn’t even notice it.
He simply lunged to his left and managed to get about four steps far when a shorter man grabbed at him. He twisted his body away, an agile swift turn possible only with his lithe, nimble form, and quickly regained his balance to make it into the street.
Run.
And run he did. That was what he was best at, wasn’t it? Running away with his tail between his legs. The way he ran from Japan, on a winter day just like this one. Except, there wasn’t any snow that night, was there? Just the cold, biting wind that he felt now as he raced down the empty streets, three men in his pursuit. His throat stung from the cold air that coursed through it with every breath he took, stripping away at the moist mucus.
Aki, you fucking idiot.
He skidded around a corner, using a sign pole to help him change directions, the momentum carrying him through the swift turn. Random memories flew before his vision, just like the shop windows that he ran past, frame by frame like an antique film, jagged and crude swerves down his memory lane.
There.
He spotted the stairwell down to a metro station up ahead. He understood now why the neighborhood was marked as “notorious”; there just weren’t any people to help you out.
Takaba jumped onto the railed and slid his way down, flying over the last few steps. The doors to the metro were still open, just about to close. He blindly lunged at the closest door and crashed inside into an empty compartment. The doors closed with a hiss and a sigh behind him, and he looked up to see the three men arriving onto the platform, cursing.
Takaba sank down against a pole. He was still in considerably good shape considering how much his physical condition had deteriorated compared to his days in Japan. Or maybe it was just the adrenaline making him do strange thing. Chases tended to do that to him.
He looked at his camera bag; somehow, it had managed to stay with him through the ruckus. The sight of it made him smile. Maybe it had been worse it; he would see.
The floor of the compartment shook in regular rhythm like his own heart beat, which had finally settled down to a steady beat. Takaba glanced at the painful buzz in his left arm where the bleeding was just barely starting to coagulate. Nothing life threatening but…
Huh. Since when did I have a cut?
The hell with it. Time. Four past eight.
Oh, Gyles…fuck…

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Một trong những người đàn ông xoay vòng, lớn và buff với mái tóc vàng ngắn, một tốt đầu và một nửa cao hơn Takaba. Có là một grin độc ác, tàn nhẫn trên khuôn mặt của mình, "Bạn có một vấn đề, đứa trẻ?""Bạn sẽ kết thúc lên giết chết anh ta nếu bạn giữ cho rằng," Takaba jerked cằm của ông lên lúc người đàn ông bị hư hại trên mặt đất, những người đã được chặt chẽ roping giữa ý thức và bất tỉnh."Đây là bạn của bạn?""Số" Bởi bây giờ ba người đàn ông đã chuyển sự chú ý của họ từ túi đấm của con người của mình và tập trung vào Takaba. Heh. Loại nhắc nhở ông về ngày của mình tại Tokyo. Là một idiot thiếu thận trọng."Lắng nghe này bé, ông là khá thú vị, eh?" nó dường như tóc vàng là lãnh đạo của các gói. "Hãy lau đó nhếch mép ra khuôn mặt của mình, thì chúng tôi?" Ông lunged tại Takaba, với mục tiêu một cú đấm ở Dạ dày, nhưng Takaba là nhanh hơn. Ông xoay chân phải vào tuyết và quay sang bên trái của mình một 360 độ đầy đủ. Đây là adrenaline một lần nữa. Thiên Chúa, bao lâu nó kể từ khi ông đã có trong loại tình hình? Nắm tay giữ bay qua ông chuyển động chậm, và rustle vải khuếch đại vào tưởng tượng loa. Ông đã không đưa ra nhiều thời gian để nghĩ rằng mặc dù khi tóc vàng quay về anh ta."Nghĩ rằng đó là funny?"Vâng, trên thực tế, không. Ông đã không. "Um... Không thực sự, không có."Điều đó dường như để piss off người đàn ông nhiều hơn. Takaba winced lúc sai lầm của riêng của mình. 4 chống lại một. Ông có lẽ sẽ kết thúc lên như người đàn ông trên mặt đất mình cho gắn bó đầu vào kinh doanh của người khác. Và... chỉ là may mắn của mình, ông đã mất điện thoại di động của mình. Tuy nhiên, không phải là loại như thế nào ông đã gặp Asami? Đánh hơi xung quanh thành phố nơi mũi của mình, nơi ông đã không thuộc về? Vâng, có lẽ là một idiot đã có lợi thế của nó. Nhưng chắc chắn không phải bây giờ.Bạn chỉ cần không bao giờ tìm hiểu, làm bạn, Aki?Những người khác đã đóng cửa trong ngày anh ta, và tại thời điểm này, ông có lẽ có thể chạy và vượt qua chúng, và... ông liếc nhìn sang bên của mình một lần nữa. Có lẽ không. Con đường của mình để các đường phố chính đã gần như bị chặn đã. Như một vấn đề của thực tế, người đàn ông ngắn để bên trái của ông đã tung ra mình tại Takaba. Ông trả lời bằng cách chuyển đến quyền của mình, nơi khác bắt ông ta khoảng bởi cổ, chocking anh ta, và đâm đầu gối của mình vào phía bên của Takaba."Bạn sẽ tìm hiểu để giữ cho ra khỏi kinh doanh khác sau đó?"Oddly đủ, những đau đớn là ngu si đần độn, bị đàn áp trong suốt thời gian. Tóc vàng lộn ra một con dao và tổ chức nó vào khuôn mặt của Takaba. Hai chiếc khác đã buông bỏ anh ta bây giờ, đứng ở một khoảng cách ngắn. Takaba bắt đầu cười nhẹ nhàng, vai của mình nhẹ nhàng lắc từ cố gắng để giữ lại cười."Là một có hay không?"Takaba grinned khi ông nhìn lên, đôi môi của mình xoắn."Bạn điên hoặc một cái gì đó, đứa trẻ?""Có lẽ tôi là." Takaba chọn lên chân của mình và khởi động xuống ở đầu gối của tóc vàng, chụp phần của người đàn ông trở lại với một vết nứt lớn. Ouch. Dao đến lúc anh ta mặc dù và tràn qua tay áo cánh tay của mình, tách vải với và thông qua xác thịt. Nhưng Takaba thậm chí không nhận thấy nó.He simply lunged to his left and managed to get about four steps far when a shorter man grabbed at him. He twisted his body away, an agile swift turn possible only with his lithe, nimble form, and quickly regained his balance to make it into the street.Run.And run he did. That was what he was best at, wasn’t it? Running away with his tail between his legs. The way he ran from Japan, on a winter day just like this one. Except, there wasn’t any snow that night, was there? Just the cold, biting wind that he felt now as he raced down the empty streets, three men in his pursuit. His throat stung from the cold air that coursed through it with every breath he took, stripping away at the moist mucus.Aki, you fucking idiot.He skidded around a corner, using a sign pole to help him change directions, the momentum carrying him through the swift turn. Random memories flew before his vision, just like the shop windows that he ran past, frame by frame like an antique film, jagged and crude swerves down his memory lane. There.He spotted the stairwell down to a metro station up ahead. He understood now why the neighborhood was marked as “notorious”; there just weren’t any people to help you out.Takaba jumped onto the railed and slid his way down, flying over the last few steps. The doors to the metro were still open, just about to close. He blindly lunged at the closest door and crashed inside into an empty compartment. The doors closed with a hiss and a sigh behind him, and he looked up to see the three men arriving onto the platform, cursing.Takaba sank down against a pole. He was still in considerably good shape considering how much his physical condition had deteriorated compared to his days in Japan. Or maybe it was just the adrenaline making him do strange thing. Chases tended to do that to him.He looked at his camera bag; somehow, it had managed to stay with him through the ruckus. The sight of it made him smile. Maybe it had been worse it; he would see.The floor of the compartment shook in regular rhythm like his own heart beat, which had finally settled down to a steady beat. Takaba glanced at the painful buzz in his left arm where the bleeding was just barely starting to coagulate. Nothing life threatening but…Huh. Since when did I have a cut?The hell with it. Time. Four past eight.Oh, Gyles…fuck…