This is the first of our deleted scenes, written by Kateracks. It is an alternative take on the scene where Yata and Azami are chasing the ninja through the docks. You may be surprised who else shows up.
They rounded the corner of the building and then stopped short, sneakers skidding on the pavement as they spotted the ninja standing behind an impressive-looking woman like a chick behind a mother hen. The male looked smug like he thought they were doomed, but the woman looked a bit curious at their arrival. After all, no one was supposed to be patrolling right then.
Clad head to toe in tight, black leather, it was obvious which clan she belonged to, and with her darker skin and braids scattered throughout her hair, she gave off an exotic air. Her tall stature, even without the heels made her appear to tower over them all as a person of great authority. The look perfectly accompanied the deep shadow of aura that oozed from her person and rolled over the two teens of opposing color like the inviting caress of death. Azami stayed behind Yata just in case it decided to drag one of them in.
It didn't have to. While Azami could tell that the woman was clearly the Black King, Yata either couldn't or just didn't care. He powered forward, intent on maybe taking them both down for questioning or just going through the King for the ninja. It was a stupid idea even to Azami, but she couldn't let him die alone so she charged in behind him. They launched into the air and brought a flaming bat and bright beams of green down on both of the enemies.
Then, the King smirked and waved her hand across their path which created a shield that smothered all of the other auras and blinded the teens. When the smoke dissipated, they got a clear view of the woman right before she kicked Yata in the chest and grabbed Azami's ankle to throw her to the ground. From flat on his back and through the spinning in his head, Yata heard the leader tell the ninja, "Go brief everyone." Then, one blob in his unsteady vision came into focus—and only one. He cursed to himself.
The older female crossed her arms and mused toward him, "That was quite an entrance. And who might you be?" She mostly ignored Azami as if she already knew who the younger female was or was more impressed by Yata than the other.
Now dizzy and angry, Yata barked, "I'm Yatagarasu of Homra!"
She smiled then and approached him much more closely. "I might have known. Only one of the Homra boys would have that kind of nerve. You're much cuter than I've heard, though."
She crouched in front of him, leather creaking as she did so, her chest precariously close to busting out of its confines. Yata was keenly aware of his proximity to the danger zone at that point and attempted to crab-walk himself away a few paces out of nervous reflex. However, he found that despite his enormous effort, his body was not responding in the way he would have liked. From his chest down felt numb, though not broken or in anguish, but that if he tried to put any weight on it, his muscles would not hold out.
Her smile made him sweat. "So Yatagarasu of Homra, what can I do for you today?"
He stuttered over his next word for quite some time. What was he doing here exactly? Who was he looking for? He was no good at questioning girls. Totsuka was more cut out for this. Oh! The thought of his comrade was just the reminder he needed.
"H-H-H-Haruna-s-san…" was all he could manage.
The King frowned a little and reached out to fix the collar of his shirt which had been twisted when he hit the ground. He froze at her tantalizing touch and felt his stomach tie into nauseating knots. "Everyone is so intent on finding her. But I'll let you in on a little secret, handsome. She's not hurt. We're treating her as our guest. We'll return her unharmed in due time." She stood. "Now, I have important business to conduct, but be sure to tell Mikoto that we'll be meeting soon enough for me, won't you?"
She climbed expertly to her feet atop her massive heels and left him struggling to get his own legs under himself. Azami managed to rise up from her facedown orientation and push herself into a sitting position a few feet from his right side. After a few more long seconds she tried to reach her feet.
"Well, I'm impressed," she announced with a grunt as tingly pricks of feeling flowed back into her legs.
"What are you talking about?" Yata scowled while he tried to imitate her example. He was slowly becoming consumed with anger again, but this time at himself for being defeated so easily—by a woman, no less—even if she was a king.
Azami smirked over at him as he once again rose to eye level with her. "Don't tell me you didn't think her boobs were fantastic. 'Cause I did."
Yata's face flushed a deep scarlet as his head flooded with all the possible meanings behind that one statement. Azami's carefree grin about the implications didn't help either. Ducking his head, he tugged his beanie down lower as if to hide the blush.
"Sh-Shut up."
Arait: It's true. They really are fantastic.
