Vega walked down the busy street of Seattle. The moonlight shined on his face as it reflected on the buildings nearby. It was fairly warm outside for it to be nighttime. He was wearing a long, grunge-y charcoal coat, without a shirt, and deep purple trousers. He brushed a hand through his brown hair and sighed. He wasn't out for any particular reason, just trying to get some air after intently hearing Bison's plans for his next mission. The streets of Seattle were surprisingly pleasant, the part he was in, at least. He looked at his golden watch and decided it was about time to return to the hotel. It was getting late, and he did need his beauty sleep after all.
He had wandered off so far that he had to take out his phone to search directions back to the hotel. He trotted past dark alleyways and barren areas with only one light pole. The Spaniard was beginning to get frustrated, as he decided that the phone was giving him either the worst path back or not the right path at all. He hated that certain part of cities that were very eerie. It made him wince just thinking about the dry, dark, nearly always disgusting areas. He forced himself to go through with it, not feeling like waiting for his phone to decipher different directions to his destination.
He squinted, trying to find someplace decent nearby, or at least somewhere with better lighting. There was a loud noise-something reminiscent of a thump against a building- that Vega ignored. The noise started to get louder and Vega started to get annoyed. He was startled by the shriek of a voice that sounded like it belonged to a small girl. Then as he peeked around the corner of a nearby alleyway, he felt a hasty, violent tug on the back of his jacket. He turned around to see a shivering girl breathing heavily as if she was tired-tugging on his jacket as if the Spaniard was going to protect her from something.
He met eyes with her attacker as the gruff looking man rounded the corner, looking for the girl. Vega scoffed as he saw the man huffing, covered with dirt. If anything, he was sure that the girl outran the man enough to make him tired. He turned around to face the scared girl as she tugged harder on his jacket. It wasn't his problem, sure, but it would be against his principles if he let a cute young lady such as herself get hurt by such an ugly, dirty man. Vega had took out his well-hidden claws from inside his jacket. It frightened the girl until he took a step forward and held out his arm to protect her. The man across from him clenched his teeth.
"This ain't your business buddy! Hand over the girl or else!"
Vega smirked, knowing the outcome of this too well. The man charged at him, trying to catch Vega with his big arms but failed. Vega jumped over the brute and taunted him by waving a hand through his hair. The man grunted as he tried again, ending up being slashed by the Spaniard's claws this time as he ran past. Blood ran down the man's back, forcing him to clench his eyes and fall to the ground. "Give up?"
The man was enraged at Vega's mockery, slowly getting back on his feet. He roared as he attempted to throw a punch at Vega's face, but the ninja was too quick for him, sticking his leg out for the gruff man to trip and fall on his face for the final time. The man had fell so hard Vega was convinced that his face had nearly cracked the pavement. He harshly stomped on the man's back, grinding his foot into it. The Spaniard laughed "You ugly pig. Shame on you, trying to hurt such an innocent girl." The girl just stood there with her legs shaking, contemplating whether she should run or stay put. She jumped as the Spanish ninja turned towards her, taking his foot off of the now unconscious man. She was confused as he proudly took a bow and walked towards her, putting his claw away.
"It seems that you won't have to worry about him anymore." The girl let out a heavy sigh of relief. Her mood shifted as she immediately shook Vega's hand and hugged him tightly, much to Vega's confusion. It was very rare for Vega to do mildly good-spirited things like this for strangers, let alone be thanked for it. He reluctantly patted her back before she pulled away.
"I'm so sorry I put you through that trouble. Thank you so much! That man was trying to…do dirty things with me…" She muttered. Vega scrunched up his face. He hated even the thought of forcing a beautiful woman to do venereal things against her will. And she was a underage girl at that. She looked around 14 to 16 years of age. The Spaniard wondered why the young girl was in this secluded area of the city.
He waved off as he started to go back on the path the phone directed him to. He paused as he was taken aback by the girl behind him moaning in protest to him leaving. Vega inwardly groaned, feeling a pinch of guilt for trying to leave the girl in this awful part of the city. It was none of his business, he would usually think, but not even himself could stand even looking at the filthy, dark alleyways and streets. He briefly played with his braided hair until he finally made a decision.
"Come home with me, dear."
"What?!" The statement had obviously put the girl on edge, about to run away when Vega grabbed her wrist. "I didn't mean it like that! I meant you should come with me to avoid running into more trouble!" Kindness was truly a pain for him to enact. The frail girl calmed herself while Vega slowly let go of her wrist. She blushed a little as she tried to find the right words to say.
"Y-yes sir...Thank you...I'll try to leave as soon as morning comes..."
The girl smiled as she put her hand in Vega's, letting him guide them to their destination. As if he wasn't already occupied by trying to find a way back home, now he had a child to take care of.
