For "anonymous" on Tumblr.
Franklin, under normal circumstances, would speak his mind, but with a gun against his head…
He turned to look at Shizuku, who was trembling enough as it was. Poor girl, he knew exactly what it was like to have lost memories, and he'd love to beat the life out of anyone who'd have done this much damage to her, she wasn't even fifteen for goodness sake! He looked back at the man in front of him, the perpetrator of having hurt this powerless child. He felt his anger building, but didn't allow the Nen to flow into his fingers like usual; he wouldn't traumatize her anymore than she already was.
"Then how about a trade?" Franklin proposed calmly, making sure to keep his anger from seeping through his words.
"A trade?" The other man echoed, his finger on the trigger slightly relaxing as he tilted his head.
"Yes. You give me the girl, and I won't have to dispose of you."
The man burst into laughter, almost doubling over. "You? You're kidding, right? While you may be big, there's no way you can beat me."
"Well, you're right about one thing," Franklin stood up, throwing a nearby towel over Shizuku's form, "I won't be the one disposing." The man's face turned from that of humor to terror as Franklin's body towered over his own. "There won't be anything left of you anyways."