"Hello, may I come in?"
Oh.
God.
Benzai had witnessed many interesting things occur in his lifetime.
What appeared in front of him was completely out of the ordinary and unexpected. Like a tiny snippet of the supernatural, if the young man could say for himself.
However, in order to continue with the story, the readers should get a little acquainted with our semi-protagonist.
First and foremost, the young brunet was ex-military, which was a neat job with an added bonus—his best friend was also part of the military. Despite his high position in the force, he found himself getting recruited into a curious little group called Scepter 4. This tiny group had very close affiliations with the Japanese government and was headed by a superhuman—a King. Scepter 4 was concerned with the containment and control over a group of other curious people called Strains. Very few things could have been even more fascinating and noble, other than the fact that the Blue King personally scouted him out and recruited him into the clan.
It was an event that was both life changing as it was completely enthralling.
Now, the young man found himself staring at another interesting debacle.
"I want to see Reisi."
The girl didn't plead or beg him to let her enter. In fact, her bright, red eyes merely looked up at him with childlike expectancy. If it weren't for the fact that she was the King of the Red Clan, Benzai would have readily accepted her into the Scepter 4 Headquarters. As it were, the Blue Clansman valiantly held his ground against the young girl's pleading gaze.
However, he was quickly losing ground against the Strain.
With a faint grimace, the young man awkwardly cleared his throat and tried to stare into the young girl's eyes to command attention. The idea was to convey the notion that she should obey authority and leave, but Benzai doubted that it would work. After all, she was the one and only Red King.
(It was in their nature to be stubborn and iron willed).
"My apologies, but the Captain has some duties elsewhere." He tried to sound indifferent and businesslike before the young girl, but he couldn't help but actually feel sorry for the young King. His heart went out to her because as he spoke, he could actually see the sadness erode her bright, soulful eyes. As she visibly deflated, Benzai hurriedly tried to make up for his Captain's absence.
There were no protocols concerning a Strain asking for an audience with the Blue King—especially if his reigning superior was away on business. Even if the Strain in question was the Red King, he had no idea what to do. In fact, Benzai had concluded that he was still in shock over the past few minutes.
(Watching a young girl drop from the sky with flaming red wings would unnerve anybody, the young man had thought).
"But you could wait inside!"
At that, the girl's bright red eyes lit up in excitement. Unexpectedly, the young girl cracked a small grin at the officer before she ran inside.
Her heeled shoes quickly pattered on the pavement, her red aura aiding her in her flight.
Benzai may have unwittingly given her a head start, but he could already see that she had already infiltrated the compound within a few seconds. Time had slowed, but now he kicked his body into high gear when he realized that he made a terrible decision.
"Wait a minute!" He called out helplessly. "Get back here!"
What in the world did he just do?