Kazuya kept to the allies of the Death as he snuck his way around. As far as he knew, the hunters that Neda and Kaz'd hired were still after him. There was no doubt in Kazuya's mind that Kaz knew he was alive. It was as if that man knew everything. Kazuya feared that man more than anything, and feared what he'd do to Kazuya if he caught him. Kazuya looked down as he heard his stomach rumble loudly. He hadn't eaten much since he'd run away from that battle he'd woken up in the week before. A scent that travelled on the wind caught Kazuya's attention. It smelled alot like fresh baked bread. Kazuya followed the scent until he found himself in front of one of the bakery's of the Death valley. Kazuya walked in, looking as normal as he could, under the circumstances of course, and looked for something that wasn't on the shelf. He'd make the man go in the back to get it. Kazuya looked at the lone man who was working today. "Excuse me, do you have any cinammon crecent rolls?" he asked innocently. The man nodded with a smile and headed into the back. While the man was out of sight, Kazuya jumped behind the counter and took a loaf of bread before running out of the store and climbing on top of one of the buildings while holding the loaf in his teeth.

Kazuya sat on the roof and hungrily ripped off a piece of the bread and ate it. He jumped and let out a small scream as he heard someone say something from right behind him. I didn't even hear anyone come up! he thought in a panic as he spun around on all fours, much like a wolf, to glare at the person behind him. "What do you want," he growled at the person. He didn't want any trouble, he just wanted to sit and eat his bread in peace. He didn't want hunters, he didn't want to be an abomination, he didn't want to be the only of his kind, he just wanted to be normal! Why couldn't everyone just see that and leave him alone! Kazuya's eyes turned a bright yellow as he glared at the person, looking like he would attack them at one wrong move.

Tyson had seen the boy stealing and knew that he had to make things right. Following the boy onto the building he tapped the boys shoulder. "Hey," he said. When the boy turned around and started growl Tyson took a cautious step backward. "I'm sorry, but stealing isn't right," he said. "You should go down and apologize," he said kindly. Tyson wasn't one for fighting and arguing and things such as that. "Come on, I'll even go with you, and pay for the bread."

Kazuya looked at the boy, lowering his defenses a little. The kid was about his age. That means he wouldn't have to worry. Relaxing slightly, Kazuya turned back around and sat down, starting to eat the bread again. "Leave me alone. I don't wanna," he said stubbornly as he ripped off another piece and ate it. He knew stealing was wrong, but it's all he knew how to do recently. And as a child, Kazuya didn't like owning up to things he did.

Tyson shook his head. "You're going to get in trouble if they find you out. You probably won't be punished if you just tell them you stole it," he said. He took a step forward. "Come on, please." Tyson didn't want to see this guy in trouble. He was betting five bucks that the kid was probably an orphan. "I'm Tyson by the way."

Kazuya didn't turn around as the other kid continued to pester him. As the kid took a step towards him, Kazuya got up and turned on the kid with a growl on his lips, simply on instinct. "Don't come near me," he growled. "That's great for you," he said as Tyson introduced himself. He didn't really want the kid to know his name, and he didn't want friends.