What did he have to do? Was there anything that he could do?<br/><br/>Run. That was the first word that appeared in his mind. Run, and run fast. If that girl was really trying to get him, he didn't have a choice. Better run and disappear without a trace to avoid putting his friends into danger than hide... Because she'd find him. But he was fast, he could run. Off course he could run! And that was exactly what he was going to do... Ren wouldn't want him to run, but he was doing this for his good. Not like there was a choice.<br/><br/>Run. Just run. Pack the bags, throw some clothes on, and run. As fast as possible. He indeed did hurry with putting practically whatever there was in his small wardrobe on, taking money from Ren's wallet, and scribbling a small note explaining why he'd disappear. And telling Ren not to search for him. Telling him that if he doesn't return in two months, he's probably dead... And that it's pointless to search then, because he wasn't destined to live, anyway, and the fact that he is breathing this day goes against nature.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What bullshit.</span>he thought while writing that. But in a way, all that bullshit was true.<br/><br/>He left the paper folded next to the wallet, apologizing for the missing money. Finally, he made his way to the kitchen, throwing all long-lasting food he found into the small bag, hanging over his shoulder.<br/><br/>The last to come was his sword. He took care in putting the thin belt that would hold his katana in place across his chest the right way, and only then opened the door. One last deep breath as he was leaving... Shooting one last glance at the interior... A part of him will miss them. But that was the best way, he couldn't expose these people to any kind of danger. Yes, this was his last gratitude for them.<br/><br/>The sound of his footsteps was dull and silent when he ran out of the front door, bolting through the streets at the highest speed, faster than even most cars that passed by.