"I told you, I'll steal the stupid box." Which is easier said than done. What will probably happen, in reality, is that Ken will attack Ryohei, Ryohei will smack him down and interrogate him on why Ken's attacking him all of a sudden, Ken will tell him, Ryohei will give him the box, Ken will bring it back to Chikusa to heal him up, and then Ken will thoughtfully return the box by throwing it through one of the Sasagawa residence windows or something. Or, if he's feeling more charitable, maybe he'll just dump it in their mailbox.
Ken doesn't have this planned out in any way. He knows he beat up Ryohei once; he likely hasn't even thought as far as considering that he'd beaten Ryohei a long time ago, before Ryohei had even undergone any real training in Vongola-style combat and was just your everyday student boxing enthusiast. But he's confident he can get the box, one way or another. Maybe on some level he knows that he could just ask for the box, even if he'd never be willing to ask Tsuna and his Famiglia for help directly. Hence the threats of force, or theft, when really he and Chikusa both know they don't need to resort to such things.
Chikusa's not the only one of them uncomfortable with this. He's just the only one more discomfited than he is determined.
Ken takes off again, Chikusa in his arms. It's nearly half an hour, even at full speed, before they reach the Sasagawa residence; the place where Chikusa had been held hadn't exactly been in the heart of Namimori. In fact, it was far enough on the outskirts to practically not even be in the city anymore.
Once they've arrived, though...Ken simply stands there on the street, shifting his weight restlessly from one foot to the other, looking between the house and Chikusa. His dilemma is painfully obvious - he doesn't know where to leave Chikusa while he goes in after the box. He probably doesn't want to leave Chikusa at all.
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Ken doesn't have this planned out in any way. He knows he beat up Ryohei once; he likely hasn't even thought as far as considering that he'd beaten Ryohei a long time ago, before Ryohei had even undergone any real training in Vongola-style combat and was just your everyday student boxing enthusiast. But he's confident he can get the box, one way or another. Maybe on some level he knows that he could just ask for the box, even if he'd never be willing to ask Tsuna and his Famiglia for help directly. Hence the threats of force, or theft, when really he and Chikusa both know they don't need to resort to such things.
Chikusa's not the only one of them uncomfortable with this. He's just the only one more discomfited than he is determined.
Ken takes off again, Chikusa in his arms. It's nearly half an hour, even at full speed, before they reach the Sasagawa residence; the place where Chikusa had been held hadn't exactly been in the heart of Namimori. In fact, it was far enough on the outskirts to practically not even be in the city anymore.
Once they've arrived, though...Ken simply stands there on the street, shifting his weight restlessly from one foot to the other, looking between the house and Chikusa. His dilemma is painfully obvious - he doesn't know where to leave Chikusa while he goes in after the box. He probably doesn't want to leave Chikusa at all.