Dynamite And A Laserbeam - Redux

Vol 7 - 4: New Classes? Dorm Life! - Part 3

[New Classes? Dorm Life! – Part 3]

Kyoka liked to think of herself as a rational person. She was never one for paranoia or anything like that, but even then she knew when she was being followed. For the last thirty minutes during her walk around Musutafu, she had felt as if she was being watched, and she couldn't help but shake the feeling that they were nearby.

That was why she had begun to pull evasive maneuvers. Obviously, she kept calm, not running or making it seem as if she knew she was being followed, however she did duck around to alleyways and dip into crowds. None of it seemed to truly work, though as the feeling of being followed remained. Whoever was following her knew how to track people, which meant they were either a villain or a stalker or both.

"Damn, of all times that I choose not to leave home with a knife or something to defend myself, of course it's the one time that I'm being followed!" Kyoka thought as she dipped around the corner and made her way toward Musutafu National Park. Her reasoning for going to such a wide-open spot was that she would be able to see who was following her more clearly.

Musutafu National Park was much like Central Park in New York. It was a city center piece. Most parks in Japan were out of the way and in nature, but Musutafu took a page out of New York's book and made their park within the city. Although part of the reason for it was because The Wild Wild Pussycats owned a majority of the forested and mountainous areas around the area where Musutafu had been. Hence why Musutafu National Park was within Musutafu.

As for the park itself, it was rather self-contained. It took up a major portion of central Musutafu, i.e. 3.4 square kilometers—the same size as Central Park, ironically enough. Granted, it was mostly artificial forested area planted there and helped grown with Quirks. The denser brush was within the park's center, whereas the more recreational areas were open with grassy plains.

Benches lined the stone-brick paths dotted around the area that all led into the forest section of the park. According to some of the people that Kyoka had met within her apartment building, people liked to go camping within the park because going camping at the actual national parks is too expensive and dangerous due to the bear population—even with the advent of Quirks.

Entering the park, Kyoka walked a few feet into the park, glancing at the entrance that she took every now and again. For a moment, she second guessed herself. Maybe she was really just being paranoid. However, just as she did one last check to quell her fears, she saw with her own eyes someone walk into the park holding a photograph.

The person in question was a tall, muscular guy dressed in purple short sleeve shirt with a golden chain around his neck with a grape motif. He also wore a pair of faded blue jeans and a sleeveless black leather jacket, and a dark purple belt to keep his pants from falling. He also had a pair of grape earrings and a lip ring.

The guy looked like a stereotypical punk from America, and he had purple curly hair that seemingly resembled a bunch of grapes. His black eyes looked from the photo then to around the park, as if looking for someone. Considering she had known that she was being followed, it was probably her.

Not wanting to be spotted, she walked deeper into the wooded area, away from sight. If this guy wanted to follow her into the woods, then that was when she would use the cover of the woods as a means to hide her actions. She wasn't above beating someone to a bloody pulp if it meant protecting herself. Especially from creepy guys.

As she traversed deeper into the woods, keeping an eye out for possible vantage points that she could use, she felt that sense of being watched. "He's following me..." Kyoka thought. She didn't have to turn around to know that she was being followed. Her Quirk helped her zone in on sounds and if she focused hard enough she could hear the heart beats of those who are closest.