Minding his own business, a quiet boy munched on his lunch slowly as his mouth was in pain, as suggested by the bruises on his cheeks.
'It hurts..', he thought but continued to eat.
*Poke* Poke*
He turned around frivolously, only to be met with a pair of smiling eyes.
"Enjoying lunch?"
"Huk!?"
Grabbed by both hands from behind and getting into a chokehold position, the boy panicked at the sudden attack.
He could only see a glimpse of it but there was a group of people behind him that were having a lot of fun. All clad in greyish-blue shirts and pants, the cackling became louder, and it filled the huge space they were in.
"Make his lunch come out of his stomach!!"
"Strangle this bitch!!"
The surrounding presence noticed the sudden occurrence, but instead of intervening, they joined the cacophony, encouraging the assailants.
The boy tried to slip a part of his hand inside the chokehold and managed to succeed, giving him a leeway.
"Tch!...Huk!.....An...no...YING!!!!"
The boy gripped the assailant's arms with both his hands.
"Eh," The other boy's eyebrows twitched.
"You ready, you punk?" Sneering with a sense of superiority, the counterattack started.
"Go to hell!"
He overthrew his attacker with a judo throw, slamming his back on the table he was having lunch on.
*Bam!* The table broke and the consequence was a mess.
His remaining food was knocked all over the floor. He took advantage of that.
As the leader of the group ordered his henchmen to gang up on the boy, he quickly backed up and took a favorable position.
The first to reach him got his leg tripped with a mischievous leg pulled with his heels.
He slipped and injured his nose while landing on the dirty hard floor.
"....Fuck!!!"
Others quickly gathered near the skilled boy and started ravaging him with bloodlust punches.
For the first 3 minutes, he was effortlessly evading and parrying each danger however, as the number of guys started to overwhelm him, some got a good direct hit to his face.
"Ke!!" He groaned as he took a full swing leg to the stomach.
That knocked him back due to the slippery floor. The food which was helping him gain an advantage at first, was now backfiring.
Bruises and rough creases on his shirt started piling up. The situation was dire from the bullying.
"KEEEEN!!!!!"
Just then, the enraged voice from the crowd that spectated the fight, came spearing through to the commotion.
The boy who was at the center of attention, named Ken, knew whom that voice belonged to.
Ken smirked in his head, 'Well look who decided to show up.'
A silhouette came running fast and pushed the spectators away, creating a path for himself.
The leader of the gang noticed the outsider trying to barge in on the fun he was having. Instantly, he warned the others about his arrival.
"Watch out!!! Beni is coming!!!"
To that, they veered their heads but it was too late.
"What th-BWAHA!!"
A roundhouse kick to the neck and that guy became unconscious.
"Why are you having all the fun by yourself!?"
To Beni's crazed delight over the situation, Ken giggled reflexively,
"That's a hell of a way to say you are coming to help me."
"Not help you, I am here to save you."
"Heh! Like hell, I need saving from these bunch of idiots."
That made the leaders furious so he joined the fight.
"You two are dead meat!!"
""Bring it on!!!""
Both Beni and Ken's war cry reignited the brawl to the next level.
Punches were thrown, kicks were flying, blood was splattered on the table and the floor and some even stuck on the ceiling, and in the middle of that dogfight were 2 insane battle junkies.
*FWEEEEET!!!* *FWEEEEEEET!!!*
The whistle of the guards of this facility came rushing down to the commotion. Upon hearing that ill omen sound, all of the people dressed in the grey outfits instantly lay down on the ground with their arms crossed.
....Well except for the ones participating in the brawl.
The guards were equipped with a baton. They used it on the causes of this incident to separate each other.
Of course, Ken and Beni had their share of beating with that hard baton.
Those two fell to the ground beside each other as they were always sticking together during the fight.
They both looked at each other in the eyes whilst taking a beating from the guards.
Ken's corner of his mouth raised which made Beni's rise even higher.
Such was the life of a troubled teenager in Tokyo's correctional facility.