Uprising Of The Cannon Fodders

Chapter Twenty Eight

Yoshiki was really regretting giving in to his hunger. If he hadn't, he wouldn't be in this situation, to begin with, looking at the dead-end of the alleyway he ran into, he turned to his pursuers, who were kindly holding up guns at various parts of his body, yup he really shouldn't have given in to temptation.

Let's go back to half an hour ago. It all started when he got food from the place where the original was killed. Not the best choice, as he can see now.

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Yoshiki lifted the cup towards his mouth. As it lifted there, there was a sudden silence before there was a sudden loud whip-like Bang! a sound of porcelain smashing into pieces.

He slowly looked down at the cup that he just held that was lying on the floor, on top of the ice tea that he was about to drink and the smaller pieces of the cup, he stupidity continued to look at the broken cup, dumbfounded on how it got there on the ground.

He lifted his eyes from the smashed cup to look around his surroundings, he noticed nothing out of the ordinary except maybe the men standing at the door with one of them holding a smoking g*n, like a painting gaining back color, his brain finally registered what had just happened, he couldn't help it when he shrieked, "Holy s**t, you nearly killed me." 

Everyone: ???

Almost killer: ???

Yoshiki completely accepted the situation and the fact that these were most likely the killers of the original soul, despite that, he couldn't help but complain, "couldn't you have let me finish my ice tea, just because you're going to kill me doesn't mean you need to destroy my teacup, I couldn't even get a refill, what is the matter with you?"

Yoshiki knew he was being unreasonable to be talking about his ice tea at a time like this, especially when the other person was holding a g*n it was ice tea, he loved ice tea, therefore he could unreasonable, really he wondered what was wrong with people nowadays, did they have to so disrespectful?.

Everyone "...."

He looked down at his broken teacup one and the teapot more time, before picking up the teapot and launching it at his killers, he turned on his heels and made a run for it in the direction the server has gone when he was finished taking orders, as he approached the swinging door, he heard a roar of pain and anger. Yup, his throw contacted one of them, and from the sounds of it, somewhere painful.

Entering the kitchen, he was momentarily distracted by the delicious smells of all the different foods and colors before he snapped out of, quickly looking around the place he finally saw what he was looking for, a door, almost all restaurants have a back door, which can be used as an escape exit, he quickly walked forward trying to reach the door before the men on the other room realized it, he turned the little corner to reach the door, only to see something unexpected.

There were two men there, they were both wearing black suits and had black hair, one was leaning against the wall moaning quietly, his pants were around his ankles and the other man had his face in his crouch, what they were doing even a blind person could tell, and the worst one yet, the guy was holding a g*n in his hand while running his hand through his lovers head while simultaneously leaning against the wall.

Yoshiki's brain cells fried, his eyes, his poor eyes will never unsee the horrors he witnessed today, why was he so unlucky to run into these misfortunes in this world, he never encountered this much trouble in the first world, he missed it.

He was thinking of a way to move past them when the man getting a b*****b turned his head towards him, Yoshiki looked in as the guy registered his presence and who he is, before the l**t covering his eyes dispatched and raised his g*n, Yoshiki immediately jumped back into the kitchen as the g*n went off, and the bullet slammed into the wall behind him, just then the other men run into the kitchen, there were four men from in front of him, and two men behind, the two men who were just getting it down, come around the corner, there was no evidence of what they were just doing except for one of them have red shiny lips and a bit of white on his upper lip, it looked like they did this a lot. 

Yoshiki looked back on forth between the group surrounding him. He then noticed that the workers of the entire place disappeared. He wondered where on earth they ran off to? The fires were still burning; the food was cooking, but it was burning. No wonder those people could be so shameless as to do something like that without fear of being stumbled on to.

"You bastard, I will make you payback for what you have done to me before this is over,'' Yoshiki turned his head to look at the person speaking, only to notice then one of the four men was bleeding severely from his left eye, watch the trail the blood made down his body, Yoshiki felt his blood pumping faster within him, he suddenly felt a rash, and alive, "Hey, just because you were unlucky enough to be on the path of the teapot doesn't mean you have to take out on me" the man's face twisted and turned black, "you yo-u you-," "what, you're here to kill me but you don't even know my name, pathetic, besides anyone with a brain would know to move out the way if a flying object is coming their way." 

Right as he finished saying his piece, Yoshiki ducked out of the way of the bullet coming his way, he looked at the guy who was giving a blow job, who was holding a g*n with a silencer, he hated people who sneak attacked their appointees from the back.

He jumped on the man before he could get the chance at another shot; they crashed onto the edge of a burning stove; he pulled himself away and reached for the hand holding the g*n, trying to twist it off his hand, they struggled briefly, each fighting or control of the g*n, before he accidentally pushed the man holding the g*n on the still burning stove, he only realized when the guy let out a blood-curdling scream. 

He froze at the sound, but it snapped the dazed assassins out of their shock, Yoshiki knew he needed to eliminate them quickly because five against him didn't guarantee his survival, especially as he wounded two of them severely, he picked up the silenced g*n that was dropped when he burned the guy's hand, and hauled him up and held the g*n to his head, he was counting on them being a team, since they come here to off him together, it was a risk but it was better than five against one.

The risk paid off as they stopped approaching him; he got a hold of the man's burnt hand and clasped it in his hands; the screams raised in volume but Yoshiki cared little, people who were in the underworld were not like normal people who were easily scared by a g*n to their heads, he needed something to keep the man from getting out of his hold and what better way than to make his injury more painful. 

Yoshiki backed away from the other men and headed for the door, dragging his hostage along. Reaching the corner, he pushed the guy forward towards the other assassins and made a break for it; he pushed in the door; he ripped it open and ran out. Looking around, he saw three guys wearing dark glasses and smoking, leaning against a big black car with their backs to him.

He immediately knew they were with the others and broke into a run away from their direction. Yoshiki ran down the small side street; he saw a corner up ahead and could feel freedom within his grasp. As he turned the corner, he heard yelling and footsteps behind him.

Cursing under his breath, he sped up his pace, as the footsteps drew closer, seeing an alleyway, he ran into it as he had another choice, the path he was on led directly to the main Street, and he was covered in blood and carrying a g*n, he would surely end up in prison if he did, entering the alleyway he comes to a dead end, there was no place to escape to anymore.

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That was how he ended up trapped in an alleyway, covered in blood, holding a g*n, and three huge apes with guns blocking his exit.

Yeah, Yoshiki now knew that it was a mistake to go eat at the place where the original soul was killed. On the bright side, he got to dine and dash. He had never done that before in all of his three lives.