Blinding Cross [Closed]

Crusty eyes, stuffy nose, all around groggy feeling, Miller did not enjoy his slumber all too well. He whipped his body off of the wooden bench he had slept atop of, which was not comfortable in the slightest. Miller reminded himself not to sleep at the town church ever again. The place was dark and only the dimmest of lights could enter through the thick multicoloured windows. He had no clue why the windows were like that, but the fact they prevented the sunlight from blinding his deep dark eyes made him enjoy them a lot more than the regular clear ones.

It was an early Saturday afternoon, which felt like morning to Miller due to his more nocturnal status. Thankfully the place was not in service at the moment otherwise the townspeople might have chased him out of the building. Considering it was day that would not be pleasant on his light sensitive optics. He began to stumble down the row he was seated at and made sure to keep his left arm out of harm’s way just in case he was to trip up. It would not be a pretty sight if he were to fall on top of the bladed arm of his or even if he slammed it against another object.

Once he had entered the large isle leading up to the podium at the other end of the room, he blinked a couple times before he could figure out where he was exactly. Once he had he began to pat himself down (with his one hand) searching for the thing he was after from last night. He felt the rectangular item in his right side’s pocket and was relieved to know it was in the pocket he could actually reach into. He sighed in relief and began to move to the exit.

When the exit was adjacent to him he quickly realised something before opening the door, the sun was still out. Miller slowly slid away from the door handle in fear of the bright rays of light waiting for him on the other side of the door.

His brain was now going into full power as he tried to figure a way out of here without cooking his eyeballs to a crisp. He figured by the way the dim light entered through the stain glass windows that the sun was just near the center of the sky which would mean the other side of the building probably had a shadow for him to hide under. That little cast of a shadow would still not have enough shade to guide him back to the school. He wandered to the back most area of the building deciding that he could just wait until nightfall to escape. Miller sat himself down next to the choirs’ bench at the stage of the cathedral, hiding himself in case of any unwanted visitors entered.

The unwanted visitors came quite swiftly actually. Miller heard the echoes of shoes pacing against the solid wood floors. He peeked around the block of a bench and noticed that it was the island’s police, no doubt investigating because of the gashes Miller left on the front door from trying to get into the building. His heart began racing, he didn’t want to be caught out here. He didn’t even know what this place did with law breakers, but he didn’t want to learn.

Miller quietly crawled to a neighboring door that lead to a staircase and another exit. He thought as of now that capture was a worse fate than anything else so he slipped out the back door and gently closed it on his out. None of these movements made a single noise that could be heard by the human ear.

Now outside, Miller clung to the side of the building which was covered by shade. It was the only part of the outdoor world he could really see, the rest of the world outside of shades were blurry and white. He could just barely make out other people casually walking around. His eyes were squinted as he tried to find out where he could move from there. He searched and searched, but everything seemed to be consumed by light.

Miller could only figure out one thing he could possibly do; run blindly and hope that something good will happen. He inserted his upper part of his face into the crook of his right arm and bashed his way into the crowd of pedestrians. He hid his wicked blade behind his back so that he could safely charge through the crowd without cutting someone.

A fairly young Japanese boy was sitting in a reasonably small tree a short way from the town's church, above the heads of the crowd.
He was busy reading some manga, as he perched in the bare tree. One leg hung down, toes skimming the heads of the pedestrians. He wasn't sure why they kept staring strangely at him.
His shoes, which had clearly only been worn on rare occasions, based on the pristine condition and perfect sole, rested in front of him on the wood.
Jiro finished a page, and gazed down now to see men, who were probably the town's police service, entering the church.
Why would the keisatsu (-police-) be searching in a church? It's a pretty strange destination for a thief, or any other criminal. He hadn't seen anyone going in there, which meant they'd probably been there for a time, or they weren't in there any more. He had been sitting in this tree for about an hour.
More importantly, why would a thief hang around near the scene of the crime for that long?
He ran a list in his head, thinking over the weaknesses of each argument he thought up.
Number 1; Not the offender. That had a low chance. The keisatsu rarely went after someone who wasn't breaking the laws, and it was suspicious for an innocent man to hide.
Number 2; He doesn't think he's an offender. If that was true, he would not have hidden in the church; he would have just gone back home.
Number 3; He has psyche issues. If that were true, he'd have done something very drastic and crazy by now.
Number 4; He used Gifts to get away. This seemed oddly believable. After all, there was a school for the KenSai (-gifted man-) nearby, and it isn't unreasonable to expect someone who could vanish or something, but I doubt it.
Jiro gave up on his list now. It was getting way too long.
He looked around the building, searching for a second exit, and his eyes hit upon a wooden door at the back of the building. It seemed oddly convenient.
He tried to neaten up his wild hair a tad, so he'd see what was going on, but it flipped back down over his eyes, forcing him to give up.
He caught a bright glint off something emerging from the shadows, before it vanished, and deduced near-instantly that that was the culprit.
All civilians are meant to try to help support the law, right?
He picked up his shoes, stuffing them into his bag, with the manga, and dropped over the edge of the branch, onto the ground. He brushed off his suit, which didn't achieve very much, and shoved his way through the crowd towards where he had seen the door.
He weaved between the people, being cautious of their feet hitting his toes.
Maybe putting my shoes on might have been a good idea.
His eyes darted around for the guy, failing to see what reasonably had to be metal, but spotting a guy shoving his way through the people, heading almost straight towards him.
Jiro assumed it was the brigand, and continued en route .

Miller had no clue as to where he was going. The best he could possibly try to figure a path was by letting the feeling of other people’s bodies guide him. Even then he would have no clue where he was going. Really his best bet was to run into somebody who could recognize him, but there were very few who could. At least the people surrounding him weren’t hesitant on getting out of his way, although that could be due to the giant blade he had a hard time hiding. This was a really stupid plan and he was well aware of that, but really he had no other choice.

Miller wondered for a short while of what might have happened if he had let the island security find him, perhaps they would charge him for breaking and entering, but he had no clear knowledge of legalities. There were many things about the ordinary world he had no knowledge about.

Miller continued his storm through the crowd enough though he had no clue of where his next destination might be. As he ran he slightly lifted his arm to reveal some of the world to his eyes. His line of vision was very limited in fact all that would be visible to him was the ground in front of him and some about maybe eight or nine meters ahead. That would be what he was able to see if not for the sun’s lethal brightness. His eyes could barely tolerate being exposed for much longer so he hid them back into his arm.

Perhaps he could find shelter again, like an alley way or under the roof of a large building. Those seemed like good ideas, but he couldn’t see a single thing in this sunlight. This was just ridiculous, he was designed as an apex predator surely he could use his other senses to find his way. Then again he never participated in his killer instincts 101 classes or any of his assassin lessons for that matter, so maybe not.

He slowed down from a fast paced sprint to a moderate speed walk to try and arise less attention from the crowd surrounding him. He couldn’t really see so whatever the crowd’s reaction to his rampage was, so he just assumed they didn’t care all too much due to the lack of panic he heard.

Jiro caught a clear sight of the brigand now.
He had one arm over his eyes, so it was obvious that the guy couldn't see him.
Reasons a guy would cover his eyes like that;
Number 1; Wants to hide his identity. Only a very thick man would choose an arm over a mask.
Number 2; Saw something he didn't like. That would explain the running, but not very well considering the way the keisatsu were coming after him.
Number 3; Scared of/dislikes bright sunlight. That seems more plausible, but still a bit unlikely.
Jiro saw the guy's arm rise a short way. He still seemed to have most of his vision covered, but he might be able to pick up on a chaser.
He was curious to see it revert so quickly back.
That does rather suggest that he isn't trying to hide his identity. It's a little conspicuous to cover your eyes.
Jiro lowered his eyes, slowing down a little, pretending to be just another member of the crowd as the guy passed. He turned on his heel, stumbling a little as he got buffeted by a short old man, who had a long walking stick, a lot of wrinkles, and what looked, from his shouting, like fake teeth, before following the guy.
Jiro was lagging behind immediately. He knew he was bad at physical exercise, but this was humiliation on a new level. He believed he was going to be swallowed up into the crowd, and unable to find the guy, before he started to slow down.
Really, the best move would have been to do that immediately. Then he might have avoided my attention.
Jiro waited until he was a few steps behind the guy before he slowed to a walking speed he could maintain. Instinctively, his hand reached towards the side pocket of his bag, where, today, he was storing golden syrup and a teaspoon. He had picked up the tin upon seeing the words "comes forth sweetness", "sugar refinery" and the ingredients on the label. Has to be good. He popped off the lid and took a mouthful with his spoon. He ignored the people staring at him strangely.
Jiro bounded forward a few steps, trying to match the pace of the larger guy, who was still walking considerably faster than he normally could.
"Herro, good afternoon." He said, trying out an American accent and not getting very far with it. If anything, he just sounded more Japanese. His pathetic attempt at the accent sounded rather strange as he randomly stressed different syllables. "My name is Suzuki Jiro, or just Jiro," He said, putting more sweet sugary goodness into his mouth.

Miller heard the shouting’s of an old man none too far behind him, it unsettled him a little bit because it almost sounded like he was directing it to someone who was not him. If there was a person making a bigger scene than him than that could only spell out more danger than he was already involved with. He was a bit nervous from that reason specifically, but nothing really aroused from the old man so perhaps he was reading into things more than he should be.

Suddenly he heard the sound of another person arise from behind him again, this time he was quite sure that the person was speaking to him. He didn’t really question why as he was an oddity in the crowd, but then again he could see the rest of the crowd so there was no way of judging that completely. He assumed however that since he was probably the only one with a blade for an arm and an arm over his eyes that made him quite unique. The man spoke strangely (at least he assumed it was a man, considering he lacked vision it could very well be any gender), in fact he spoke in a way Miller hadn’t ever heard before. It was odd and he couldn’t tell if he was purposely making his voice sound like that. He only grew up learning the English language and frankly he was quite unaware of accents or even other languages. He really had no concept on how big the world was really, but that topic was for another time.

Miller’s head turned to the direction of the man’s voice as best as it could with his arm still covering his eyes. He hoped that if anything that this guy was a student from the school because that would be greatly convenient for him. “Hello, errr.. Jiro, I’m Miller” he introduced himself. He was glad that he remembered to say his name in return, it was always a small victory for him whenever he did that. He did not even consider the fact that this person may very well be one of the police, but he did not worry about the police in the slightest as of now, he was mostly worried about getting lost around here because it was an awful long time before nightfall would come around to save him. “If you wouldn’t mind, could you tell me where I am and which way the school is from here?”

"Nice to meet you, Mirrer."
Why does this guy's name have to have those stupid "L"-things in? Japanese does just fine without them!
I assume that's just one of his names, though. Interesting. To me, that sounds like a sir-name, implying he doesn't have enough trust in me to introduce himself fully. That's not so much of a surprise though. It's not exactly common for thieves to be trusting towards random people on the street, and it's practically standard procedure to never just tell people your whole name unless you're sure of who they are.
He saw the heavy blade behind Miller's back and the large muscles supporting it. That blade looked really heavy, so it made sense that he was quite built up.
That must look like he's hiding a gun or something from the front.
I wonder if this guy is left-handed? It must be pretty awkward for class if he is, however swords are usually carried on the better hand, and between the two, I'd think whoever decides to put a whopping great sword on a teenager's arm probably isn't too concerned about their writing capability.
Or, apparently, their ability to be subtle.
"It's not so suspicious if you don't hide things. The best hiding place is right under someone's nose."
Jiro spoke from experience with his brother.
He took more golden syrup out of its can and twiddled with the spoon between his fingers.
"We're outside a church, in a crowd, in a town, on an isrand.
"I can't assist you with directions, sorry, I'm new here.
"Except if you want to go back to the church."
Jiro doubted that, but it would make his intent easier.
It's strange that this guy doesn't trust me with his name, but does trust me for directions. It's also strange that he doesn't just remove his arm from his eyes to see. If I were to be thieving, I wouldn't ask someone I'd just met for help like that; I'd just lift up my arm. Then again, I wouldn't be thieving.
"Can you prease hit the brakes?"
Jiro really had no physical ability, and he was already feeling out of breath.

Miller detested the situation he was currently in. Although the man seemed like he could have been useful he was in fact useless. Miller got his answer to his location and he learned that he should have been a lot more specific with the way he asked for directions. When he asked where he was he was more so trying to figure out which direction he was in and how far into the market place he had became. That was his own fault completely, but he was still none too pleased with Jiro’s answer.

Miller had no clue about what Jiro was talking about, well half of the time he spoke. His accent was enough to confuse Miller, but he spoke of some things he had no context for which ultimately befuddled him. What was the man talking about with hiding things? Was he speaking of his blade? That seemed unlikely since his blade was in plain sight and he was aware of that, the thing was way too big to just simply hide behind his back. Or perhaps he was talking about the way his arm was hiding his eyes? Or did he see the book he had stuffed away in his right pocket?

Confusing speaking aside, the man demanded Miller to ‘prease hit the brakes’. Miller had no clue what that meant and his knowledge on slang was quite low so it was not surprising that he couldn’t understand its meaning. “Why would we go back to the church if you just admitted you don’t have a clue of where the school is? If you could give me a street address perhaps I could work with that and lead myself back to the school” Miller questioned mildly. “That is unless you need to return to the school grounds as well, in which case I’d be glad to guide you there.” Miller continued at a slow pace into the great unknown that was the busy streets of the island marketplace. He tried not to move too fast to let the other person follow with ease.

Back at the church, one of the officers exited from the same back door as Miller. He was inspecting the area immediately outside of the door and unfortunately had nothing to report. He slightly opened the door of the church to let his comrades know of the nothing he found. Afterwards he blindly entered the crowds in the streets returning to his patrolling duties.

"I have some idea of where the academy is. It's on this isrand too."
Admittedly, that's none too helpful. This island is quite large and there don't seem to be a lot of sign-posts. All it means is we don't have to take a boat, or a plane or something, to reach it.
"I'm not entirely sure how that relates to going back; I don't know why you'd go back there, I was just trying to be of assistance."
Jiro was extremely grateful for Miller slowing down.
"I rearry would recommend you putting that katana out front."
If people see it, they'll think you're trusting. Untrustworthy people seem to be less trusting too, so if you appear to be trusting, people won't immediately suspect you're some kind of criminal.
It doesn't matter how well it is hidden, it just always seems to work like that.
"Street name?" It was a completely new concept to him. Jiro had never seen anything like that in Japan. "Why would you name a street?
"Is the street going to have to introduce himself to someone? Does he get bored of just being called "street"?"
He popped the spoon into his mouth again.
"And your use of the word "need" there. "Need" impries something -which you're meant to mention- depends on you doing it, and I don't see anyone pointing a gun at me to make me go there."
Even then, would I "need" to do it? What would my death mean in the scheme of things? Probably not very much. I assume then you need a larger entity, like a planet...But, in terms of the universe, what does something like Earth matter? It's a tiny place with a few carbon-based life forms that scatter junk metal across their star system. If anything, the universe would be better off without humans.
So, what if the universe depended on something? For starters, no single entity would have enough influence to be needed for that, and there's no proof that the universe is important at all. If we assume the existence of an infinite amount of universes, it stands to reason that if our universe died, there'd still be infinite universes. In which case, anything on Earth is unnecessary and meaningless, as, in the grand scheme of things, it's completely negligible.
Therefore, following my reasoning, without some kind of example or comparison, to any human being, "need" is the most useless, or possibly "needless", word.
Jiro realized he was getting a little carried away by his physics and assessment of the English language.
"However, I shourd go back to schoore now.
"So, why are the keisatsu after you?" Jiro noted that his Japanese probably wasn't very helpful to this guy, so he made a gesture towards the policemen. That probably wasn't very useful either, given that Miller was covering his eyes.
How come they never expected me to end up talking about the police in my English courses?

The man continued to state the obvious as Miller continued to listen to him. Why he had to state that the school was on the island Miller did not know, it seemed likely however that this person thought Miller was an idiot and didn’t know that already. He was a bit insulted by it, but he is not one to hold a grudge.

Then the man mentioned the word katana, Miller had to think about it for a short while, but he was able to recognize that word. The scientists used that word to describe his blade a couple times before. Why did Jiro suggest that he should keep his blade out in front of him instead of pasting it to his back? That seemed like an odd recommendation to make, what difference would it have made if he were to respond to his command. “If I were to put my blade back out in front of me that would be far more dangerous for the people around me, especially since I can’t see where I’m going.”

The person questioned his comment about street names and Miller had never truly taken into consideration the concept of street names. Honestly he only knew of their existence, not so much of what they were besides for what this situation called for. Then he questioned his grammar which honestly felt ironic to him since Jiro wasn’t able to speak perfect English either or Engrish in his case. Besides Miller only spoke the English language, that didn’t mean he knew how to speak it perfectly. “It’s not my fault they don’t teach me this stuff at my grade level, apparently my views on a book are more important than speaking the language itself and whatever an oxymoron is…” He did not enjoy English class, but that was mostly because he thought it was teaching the language when he selected the course. He was not happy with what the course was in actuality.

Jiro spoke of another word that he had no clue about what it meant. Who were the keisatsu and what did the man think they wanted with Miller? Wait he could probably figure this out. If there was anybody who would be chasing him it would be the island guards, so perhaps that is what he called them? Well why would he do that, but then again this man did not talk normally compared to other people he had spoken to. His head attempted to face the area where he heard the man speaking to him from, but with his eyes being covered by his arm this was quite meaningless to do. “You mean the officers?” he suggested. “I don’t think they’re happy about me ruining the door of their church” he spoke in a hushed tone in an attempt to keep what he said a secret that only the funnily speaking man would know.

Jiro was aware that he might have seemed patronizing now, and that that it wasn't a great idea given the whopping great blade attached to the guy's arm.
"If it's in front they can see it and avoid it though. If you get seen and the keisatsu chase you, you're going to have to move your katana forward more quickry, to run, probabry taking someone by surprise and possibry spearing them through their chest.
"Besides, I can say if you're about to stab something.
"If you have it behind your back neither of us can see it. If it's in front at least I can."
Jiro continued eating his golden syrup as Miller spoke.
Interesting. Miller clearly has troubles with his English, too. However, he mentioned how the teachers wouldn't actually help those whose English wasn't up to scratch. That was bad, because, I have no clue what "oxymoron" is or what it does, or what part of speech it forms. I can safely assume I will be saying "good-bye" to max marks in that subject come exams.
And they were meant to give views on the books? That was new. In Japan, in all the tests and stuff, there's barely any time to form an opinion on stuff, and I really am not sure as to how you even start making an opinion on a book.
Then those views were seen as more important than the language?! That's ridiculous. Surely it's better for a student to be able to speak fluently and not have a clue who Shakespeare is than the other way around?
This was rather a lot to say, so he just said "In Japanese schoors, opinion doesn't count, and I have no idea what "oxymoron" means.
"It sounds rike they don't care for foreigners." I assume he's foreign. Most Americans can speak their own language fluently.
Jiro's eyes lit just a tiny bit as Miller helped him with his vocabulary. "if "officers" are those people near the church, then yes."
I think you did a little more than ruin a door, Miller.
Most keikan (-police men-), or "officers", He was a little proud to have found a use for this new word already, if that was all that had been done, would just accept that there was a school for KenSai nearby, assume someone's powers had gone wrong -which I hope is what happened- and ignore it.
In addition, his pocket is bulging quite a bit, which makes me think he hid something there.
Jiro looked over his shoulder, turned and started walking backwards for a few seconds, trying to observe the officers.
He couldn't see very much due to his height, but he managed to see one guy thumping the door to the church, and a glimpse of an officer leaving the building, before he turned back to walk normally again.
"I don't think they're too happy either. I think they are quite angry, particurary that guy who presumabry pursued you out of there."

Miller’s lack of knowledge on the English language was not entirely the school’s fault since he was within the grade that matched his age. His true age is debateable, but given he’s lived on this earth for seventeen years he was in fact seventeen years old. High school wasn’t really responsible for teaching the basics, it was mostly for expanding knowledge he did not know considering he went from ‘home schooled’ to high school. Perhaps he should have signed himself up for the younger grades? Although given his size and outward appearance that may be a difficult thing to do.

Miller still did not agree with the points that Jiro raised. First off if the police were to ever find him he wouldn’t know of that until the man told him and even then he was not going to run far without getting lost. His lack of sight also brought up a factor of running into other objects such as buildings if he tried to desperately escape. So running away wasn’t much of an option really. “If my blade is behind me than it is less dangerous because there are less people walking in our direction than there are in the opposite” at least that is what he assumed by the amount of people who passed him and accidentally bump into him. “Besides if I was to begin charging through the crowd, how fast could you tell me that I am about to run into a person before it happens? How fast can you warn me I’m about to stab something before it happens?” he questioned trying to prove himself to be right. The man meant well sure, but Miller was a bit too cautious to go with his idea.

The man warned Miller that the police were now outside the church and not looking too pleased. He didn’t like the sound of that. He hid his stress quite well considering half his face was covered by his own arm. He didn’t make any erratic movements since the best way to be distinct from a crowd of people was to do something out of line. He just continued a slow walk hoping that the officer did not spot him.

The police officer spotted something out of the corner of his eye, it was something very shiny that the sunlight reflected off of. It looked like there was a large person with a blade hanging off his back. It appeared to be quite large and unnecessary for any ordinary crook, but he had his suspicions. He began a fast paced walk through the crowd going after the tall man, but a bit subtly so that he would not be caught so easily.

Miller's stubbornness would have been almost sweet to Jiro had he got a sentimental side.
"Humans are more rikery to see difference in contrasting than in simirar objects, so you'd be more rikrey to notice those pushing against you than with you.
"However, suit yourserf."
He swallowed loudly.
"If you're so concerned about bashing into things, rook; why aren't you opening your eyes anyways?"
Jiro had to know this for the sake of his need to analyse everything.
In terms of being subtle, it's more in his favor to reveal his eyes too, even if he keeps them near-closed.
He spun his spoon around in the tin, playing with it a as he thought. Jiro kept on playing with his spoon for a while, as he continued.
Jiro wasn't entirely sure of Miller's meaning. Is that a serious question of time, or a weird sarcastic comment, or what? It seems strange for someone to want to know another person's exact reaction times.
"I wourdn't so much be terring you as stopping you."
Yes, speaking in English could be confusing enough, without the added pressure of having a limited amount of time to save someone's life. It would be easier for me, or anyone, even if their first language was English, to just act first.
Indeed, even a person with reactions about as slow as mine should be able to react within a third of a second of spotting a potential threat. That would be by far enough in most situations.
"To do something I'd take around a third of a second. To warn you, more rike two seconds."
Jiro then had an idea, to help with subtleness. Even if he thought so himself, this plan was quite good. A normal shopper would be a completely regular sight, right? And if this guy had trouble seeing, the logical solution was to try to get something that would help.
He started looking out for stalls or shops, or street vendors, who might have sunglasses. He had a few dollars in his bag, and with sunglasses being worn, Miller would look a lot less conspicuous than when he was holding an arm over his face.
"Do you have sungrasses or shades?"

Miller was relieved when the other man decided to end the argument instead of continuing to rant on about where his blade should be located. It was quite a silly argument to begin with anyway. Miller was usually the first to back down from an argument so it was strange to have it be the other way around for once.

Jiro finally asked why he had been hiding his eyes. It seemed strange to Miller that he hadn’t asked earlier, it was like if Miller had just recognized Jiro’s accent and questioned it. He supposed the man’s mind was in other places or that he didn’t need to bother asking until now. “My eyes are very light sensitive, the smallest rays of light sting them immensely.” His eyes were basically the entire reason he had to become nocturnal and try to avoid the sun like the plague. He wouldn’t even be able to handle a second outside during the day unless of course there was lousy weather or some way to protect his eyes from burning.

After the man had explained his meaning behind his previous comment Miller was able to understand a lot better. Originally Jiro said he would just say when he was about to run into something instead of forcibly stopping him from hitting something on accident. Again that could easily just be a mistake due to his difficulty speaking his language so Miller didn’t think condescendingly of him for that. Then again it was rare that he would ever think negatively of another person.

It hadn’t even been that long since Miller left the church, but already he was getting fed up with not being able to see anything. It was a horrible grievance on both him and the other person since he had to act as his eyes and with him having to watch for Miller’s blade it didn’t make the task any easier. He asked if he owned any sunglasses, if he did he would have been wearing them. Miller had tried to wear sunglasses outdoors before, but the sun still irritated his eyes. It was nowhere near as painful as being outside without them, but it still didn’t work as well as he had hoped. Then again sunglasses seemed more preferable now than ever. “Not with me, the only pair I own is back at my dorm room since they were faulty.”

The officer became closer and closer every second. By now he was not too far behind the two, but wasn't nearly close enough to listen in on what they were talking about. He wasn't able to identify either of them just yet.

"That makes more sense than my other theories."
All of what Miller said made sense. It explained a lot to Jiro, however, he couldn't help thinking Miller's excuse was a little feeble.
"Why wourd you not try to get new sungrasses if they're broken?"
Or just get them repaired at an optician?That would be a lot easier than wandering around with an arm over your face.
If Miller has sunglasses, he must know of an optician, or at least someone who sells shades, so why wouldn't he go back and get another pair?
Although...Assuming that the officers are after Miller because of whatever is in his pocket, I think it is safe to think he stole it, which would mean he either has "issues" or no money.
No money would also account for the whole sunglasses thing, right?
Suddenly, Jiro got a weird prickling feeling on the back of his neck, as if someone was watching him. He looked around behind him, being careful to be subtle, but couldn't see anyone.
I'm just being paranoid. There is no-one watching us.
It wasn't like Jiro to be paranoid. Still, it wasn't the end of the world.
"Mirrer, why were you even trying to get into the church?"
Miller, your response to this is crucial to whether you can be seen as guilty or not. You will have to come up with something good for me to be sympathetic.
There's too much evidence for him to be indisputably innocent, but there is a chance that he had innocent intentions. It would be difficult to fake sword swipes, and it does seem plausible that they would see something as odd if there were whopping great slashes in a door. He does have something in that pocket too, and I will find out what it is.
It could be important too.
Just then, he noticed a street vendor with a whole load of sunglasses on a little tray in front of him, a way in front and to their left. A few people were moving around the vendor, so Jiro only saw him for a second, but it was quite clear.
That's convenient timing.
"I see someone." He took a slight step forwards, turning on his heel to face Miller and walked backwards a few steps. "Come on." he said, before turning back around and walking a little quicker towards the vendor. He was still walking very slowly, though. He kept close so that Miller could locate him by his voice, and not have to worry about barging past pedestrians.

The way the man described the whole sunglasses problem back to Miller made it sound like he believed that Miller just broke them and then abandoned them afterwards. That was not entirely the case, there was no problem with the glasses and in fact they were still in very good condition. The problem with them was that it did not work nearly as well as he wanted them to. Sure it blocked some of the sun’s rays, but not enough of them that it made walking around outside on a sunny comfortable. As well he did not predict any of the events that took place during this day. “They are not broken, sunglasses in general just don’t work all that well for me.” He didn’t really have any proof that all sunglasses did not work for him, but getting one pair was trouble enough and finding another didn’t seem worth it.

Another question that aroused much later than he would have expected was when Jiro asked why he was within the church to begin with. He would have reached into his pocket to show him the book he had taken from the place, but he couldn’t exactly reach it with the way his only hand was currently situated. “Last night I was wandering around the marketplace, and this wasn’t my first time exploring this area mind you. That building had always struck my curiosity every time I passed it. Although most nights there were lights within that building, last night there was not. Most of the time I see people freely going in and out of that building without any sort of issues, which was not the same for most buildings. I wanted to see what this building was like on the inside and why people were so interested in it that they would constantly return. The door was not easy to open and since I do not have two hands you could probably guess how I ended up ruining that door. No one was inside, but there were books stacked up on every bench. I began reading one of the books, but I suppose I ended up falling asleep after a little while…” Miller quickly explained himself. There was a bit more to the story than just that, but he wanted to summarize it as quickly as possible.

The funnily speaking man had commanded him to follow, but he couldn’t really see so he had to guess where he was by the sound of his voice. Miller was able to follow his voice quite easily, but he still wasn’t sure where he was going precisely. He’d trade his left arm for advanced senses any day. He stopped at where he believed that Jiro was, but he was unsure. In reality he actually was not too far off.