What were they talking about? Maybe he could just get a little bit closer. "Hey filth." Akira was already half out of the alley when someone called out to him from behind. He still didn't know that he shouldn't react to such names so he turned around, back into the alley. "This is our territory, we don't want filth like you dirtying it." Not exactly words that you would expect a street cat saying. There were two of them. "Fancy clothes you got there," the other one said. "Did you steal them? They are way to fancy for filth like you." Akira took a few steps towards them and they actually backed away a little. That was good, the further they were away from the main street the less attention they would grab. "It is not like you will just let me go away now if I wanted to leave your territory right?" Akira asked with a provoking fierceness that he had never shown Roku before. He was completely in street cat modus where he had to fight to survive and there was no room for the fluffy naive feelings that he only had in Roku's presence. The other two only laughed a little before deciding that they would beat the shit out of this insolent black cat. They had greatly underestimated Akira's fighting power. Even if all street cats fought dirty, Akira didn't hesitate to pull even the dirtiest tricks, including kicking where it hurts the most. Still, it was two against one, and they were no easy opponents either. The fight took a while, but at least it attracted no attention from the main street. After the two had fled with the usual insults of getting back to him, Akira quickly went to look if Roku was stil there. Akira had taken a few hits to the stomach and his arms and legs which were definitely going to become some nice bruises. Since some time had passed it was possible that Roku had left already.