Author note: Disclaimers? Someone told me to do it so yea I own nothing except for my oc Fair.
Or else I wouldn't be here writing fanfic and Fair wouldn't be an oc :3
BTW I've written 3 chapters and a prologue within 3 years it's a friggin miracle! I suppose that just mean how much I've fallen for Hamatora :D
Chapter 3
A sigh left the young man's mouth as he scruffed his head. A gesture that conveys his feelings of being outwitted by his younger brother and left with no way out.
"I suppose I have no other choice do I?" Putting his gun away into his pocket Fair finally looked into Nice's eyes. Slowly opening his mouth and gave Nice a cheeky smile.
However what followed wasn't an explanation but the sudden appearance of shrouds of mist, thick enough to cover Fair from everyone's field of view. When the mist faded out Fair was nowhere to be found. That's how I'd like to continue the story but that is simply not the truth. Fair was still sitting there in the same position. However Nice had moved from his position in front of the entrance. Fearing that his brother may escape through other ways, Nice used his minimum when the mist appeared and gripped onto his brother's arm. However there was no sign of struggling, his brother sat still and nothing in the room had changed. He began to ponder about the purpose of the mist until his legs gave out on him and with a 'thud' the number of corpses on the floor increased by one, two, three and so on. All the minimum holders in the cafe.
"Brat if you think you've pushed me into a corner you better think twice. Didn't I always tell you to pay attention to details? No matter how small, how insignifican they seem to be." Free from restrain Fair said nonchalantly, while walked toward the now unoccupied exit.
"Why do you think I put my gun away into my pocket at that moment? Besides I wouldn't be able to escape as long as you are the holder of the sonic minimum, since that wasn't going to change any time soon so I decided to take the matter into my own hands"
"Now then take your recovering, because you know it's difficult to catch up when you've been "dead" for 5 years." With that said Fair closed the door and vanished into the town.