Seiya sat on the couch in his private backroom, lost in thought, as he reminisced. It had been so long since he had seen her, but he still remembered it all well. He wished that she would leave this place forever, so that she could remain safe and so she could live a happy life, a life away from all this.
"Ugh…" he groaned and covered his eyes. He hadn't felt so much in so long.
After the Akiyama group announced dead, his soul died along with the news. His last reason, his last touch to reality, was gone. That bastard Shino just had to take it all away from him, but the bitterness was so strong that he went completely numb. Too numb, too lost, to do anything anymore.
"Ayumi…she looked so different…"
He guessed that the death of parents can change people, her eyes were no longer shining, and her long silver hair that reminded him of the glistening moon was replaced by overly damaged and dull pink.
It wasn't that she lost her grace, but her spirit was no longer there. He wondered what happened, what happened to her after that day… Fatigue was starting to kick in, his dark red eyes shut tight, and he just slowly drifted to sleep.
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Angel stepped out of the Mūso night club, still reeling from what had happened. She walked down the streets of the sinful city.
The night was alive, screaming violence, betrayal, and death. The air was thickened from cigarettes, alcohol, and the lingering hints of blood.
Despite all the chaos, her mind was distracted by messy thoughts. She still couldn't wrap her head around everything.
She didn't expect to find out the truth so fast, to realise the mastermind behind the Akiyama group downfall so soon, but was all that even the truth?
Who was that guy just now, Shirashi Seiya? She could have sworn they never met, and she was sure that she had an excellent memory as well, so she couldn't have forgotten..?
Suddenly, she felt a shuddering chill in the air. She knew this feeling, a sense of danger, murderous intent.
"Hmmm…" She stopped walking, "Who?" and ruffled her hair in annoyance.
A group of men surrounded her. They were big, with menacing faces and eyes that pierce right through her.
Members of the Valhalla gang, the same gang from which Angel had stolen the bracelet. They leered at her with hatred, their muscles bulging, their veins twitching.
"What do you want?"
"You know what you did," the group's leader, Shuji Hanma, sneered, stepping forward. "You disrespected our gang, and now you're going to pay the price." He took a long drag from his cigarette, "That or you could just give the bracelet back, say sorry, get on your knees and lick my shoes, since I don't hit women? How bout that? Aren't I so kind?"
"Ahh, of course, Valhalla, a bunch of lifeless 10-year-olds. What a surprise, totally did not expect."
"A bunch of what?" Hanma scoffed, "You just don't have a clue, do you? I gave you one chance to hand over what you stole, so do it when I am still asking nicely Missy."
"I would have given it back, but since you are so damn irritable-" she ripped the bracelet off her wrist and threw it into the body of water next to them.
"YOU!-" Hanma took a deep breath and stepped back. "Alright…alright, you damn brat...I'll be the bigger person and consider it that you are making this intere-"
Angel stretched, cracking her knuckles and swivelling her neck before she took a few backward steps and charged full speed, leaping into the air, her leg stretched out, sending Hanma, who barely managed to parry, flying backward. He clashed onto the men crowding behind.
"Say what? Don't hit women? am I suppose to appreciate that?" she spitted at him, "bull fucking shit. Come at me."
"You Bitch." He grinned in anger, "You really want to die, huh."
The men leapt onto Angel, but with lightning-fast reflexes, she dodged swiftly, her small stature giving her the advantage of sheer speed. She fully used the surroundings to her advantage to combat their brute strength. The fight raged on with her jumping, running, and countering when she could.
"Stop." Hanma's voice got the group frozen. Angel was breathing hastily in her stance, glaring at the leader, "Okay little monkey. Stop running and fight me head on. It's a one on one, if you win I let you off," his typical grin dropped, golden eyes darkened, "if you lose I am dragging your bitch ass to our base."
She laughed, "I get nothing if I win? What kind of lame ass deal is this? Are all of you this stupid, or is it just Valhalla?"
Veins popped on his forehead, "You think you're in the position to ask for something?"
"If I win, Valhalla is mine. How bout that?" She stood up straight, her face dead serious.
"????"
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"Jesus! Kaitou really saved us today at the end there!!" A group of men was walking out of a fight club nearby, the one with vibrant red hair excitedly yelped.
"He's our MVP after all HAHAHA! We have been making so much more money since he joined." Another spoke back.
"Uhhh…Kaitou-san?" They gaped back and forth, the MVP right next to them had disappeared.
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As the big burly men of Valhalla surrounded the young lady, a sudden hush fell over the group. The tension in the air was palpable when a figure emerged from the shadows, walking towards the scene with a calm stride.
He was a tall and broad-shouldered young man. His brown hair was short, messily slicked back. His eyes were a piercing grey colour that seemed to stare right through the members of Valhalla.
They seemed to shrink in size and shifted nervously, exchanging glances with each other.
"Oh my? If this ain't the infamous star of the Mūso Fight Club, Mister Killer K." Hanma swung his gaze off Angel, his face coloured with amusement, "to what to I owe the pleasure?"
Killer K: "What's going on here?"
Hanma: "It's nothing, we are just dealing with a pest."
Angel: "Pest-!!?"
Killer K: "This is Muteki's territory,you're lucky I showed up when I did. Leave before things get ugly.
Hanma knew well not to mess with Muteki. It would trouble if things got too complicated.
Hanma: "Oh my...guess we picked the wrong date to pay a visit." His eyes cloaked in irritation, leering back at Angel, "We're not done here. You should be scared, monkey. The next time I find you, I'll make sure you are dead."
"Don't care, fuck off." She laughed.
Hanma gritted his teeth, "You're truly insufferable."
He let out a heated exhale, his pretentious smile returned, "Then, Mr Killer K, sorry for disturbing. We'll take our leave then!" And so the men of Valhalla marched back into the shadow from where they arose.
"Tch, what a bunch of bastards…" she grumbled before her eyes met with 'Killer K', "Really? Killer K? out of all nicknames you could have picked."
"..."
"That's so lame."
"Huh?" he furrowed his eyebrows, "it's usually thank you for helping me first, you know."
"If you hadn't interrupted, I could have taken Valhalla for myself."
"You can go home, sleep and dream about it. Leadership won't be transferred that easily. Shuji Hanma is the son of Valhalla's Group number 1."
"Heh…"
"And I did not name myself Killer K."
"Ah!! So it must be "wow! He's so special, I will start calling him Killer K!!!" kinda thing." She mocked.
"Stop it." He started to understand why she was grouped on. "Looks like you're new here, you should first stop stealing and picking fights like that. You will die soon with that attitude."
"Is that so, Mr Know-It-All?" She chuckled, "But enough playing,thanks though, for the help."
"Was nothing." He waved his hand with the 'whatever' look, "Just go home safely and stop roaming the street at this time -"
"Kaitou, found cha!" It was the one with long red hair, walking out of the fight club with 'Killer K', "where did ya go, we were all looking for ya~"
"To clean up some mess."
"Uh…wait-" Angel face started to twist in confusion, "red head…what did you call him again?"
"Excuse me?? How do you not know??" He swung his arms around Killer K's shoulders, "This is the star of our Mūso Fight Club, the MVP of the most renowned fight club in Japan, Kimura Kaitou! How do you NOT know him?"
"…"
"…"
"…"
Silence sank the already quiet and deserted area once more. Angel's face was frozen, and so was everyone's.
"Uh…did I say anything wrong…? :D"
"Kimura…Kaitou…"
"Yeah, what's wrong with my name? You have a problem with my real name as well now?"
"…Kimura…" She muttered, "Katsuya…"
Kaitou paused, dark, grim eyes widened.
"You know my father?" he grabbed her shoulders, "Oi. Kimura Katsuya, my father, do you know him? Do you."