(Hina's POV)


Looking back to Kotomi, I see the evident fear in her lavender tinted eyes. The crease in her brow makes her look like she's frowning.

The biting lip would make wet dreams a reality.

The way her feet tap against the wooden floorboards just irritates me.

Unfortunately she isn't the only one to annoy our heroine.

The ladies are wailing silently at the weather outside and not at the prospect of the oncoming threat of murdering bandits.

The men grumble their disagreement when Kotomi starts to give me funny looks.

Chuckling at the sight of her worry I walk to her end of the table and ruffle her hair, messing it up entirely.

That drew the anger out of her.

"Why you bloody—!" she stops short when I catch her in a loose but firm hug.

Inhaling the scent of her hair I close my eyes as my lips kiss the top of her hair.

Even without my eyes opening I can still feel the temperature in the room drop as both genders glare at the both of us.

No doubt they hated the bonding session I held with Koto-chan.

I feel her tender cheeks burn through my thin yet sturdy sleeveless mud coloured vest.

I smile as I pull back to see her flushed face making me smirk wickedly as an idea comes into my mind.

"Koto-chan please don't be afraid I'm gooing to come back, so don't worry sweetie-pie, alright?" my voice was low and sultry but was loud enough for all to hear.

Before she can say anything, her mouth still deciding whether to say something through shocked lips, her wide beautiful eyes wide, I pull her forward and kiss her full on.

Of course I'm kissing her on the nose.

But it still reacts the same as I hear the collective gasps and see all the numerous expressions layed out on the customers' faces; shocked, horrified, furious, outrageous, pertrified and even full-out stunned.

But Pinochio Junior was grinning like a perverted idiot.

Ignoring him I lock gazes with Koto-chan.

Smirking at her I bring back my eyes and turn around, casually making my way to the recently barred doors.

I think to myself quietly as the sudden uproar of men crowde in front of me,

I wonder how Vincent is going to take in all the broken stools, half torn tables and smashed up chairs.

Pinochio the Idiot proceeds to taunt the serious men and ducks swiftly when a fist comes at his way, easily breaking down a framed painting of a boat. Vincent's favourite.

Not too lightly I presume

I decide to blame all the broken furniture on Pinochio.

A ginger haired man, with a messy beard, sturdy and solidly built, comes face to face.

He's half a head taller, so it is easy to meet with his olive green eyes surrounded by wrinkles.

His eyes aged but still glows with the ferocity of life spent under the ssun with the trust-worthy companion at his back, in other words, his huge as axe that is thrusted towards me.

It's hilt is the colour of dried blood but lines of gold play their way around it on its edges, flooring out geometrical designs of such delicate yet poweful wonder.

The bladed axe is huge as the hilt is long, the razor sharpness promises the wonders of death of anyone posing as an enemy, but, a great and wondrous ally and friend to whoever shall wield it.

Eyeing the weapon through pale orbs I travel with my eyes back to the owner of this tarnished yet powerful sword.

An inquisitive brow shoots up my bangs, making me momentarily forget that its disappeared among my jagged locks, so chuckling lightly, I say.

"And?"

I already know that he is offering me his weapon, no doubt trying to hide the fact that he is trying to prove to all that I cannot even lift this weapon if I desired to accept his act of help.

Under the shady act of giving me his weapon so all the women may think that he is only offering me his way of help, he is also trying to give reason that I cannot lift the weapon.

Talk about a double-edged sword.

He gruffly snickers as he glares to me.

"Take it. Use it for battle outside."

A sigh escapes me as I see through his obvious plan.

I shake my head before replying to the middle-aged body-builder.

"Why do you assume that I will need a weapon to tell a couple of grumpy men to go away? THe only thing I need for persuading is myself and no weapon is needed for getting rid of trooublesome people like the ones situated outside in the pouring rain."

His confused eyes reveal to me the lack of knowledge the war veteran has with the way of the Words.

"It means I am declining your services."

His eyebrows furrow harder into each other.

"It means that whatever your doing by violating my space of privacy is uncalled for and unwanted."

He returns to glaring in full maximum mode, the hard and sure grip on middle of the hilt of his axe grew harder and stronger.

Exasperating lightly I simply decide to tell him in his own words.

"No sir, I am not going to use your weapon as I do not want to end up wasting my time sharpening it up and cleaning the whole bloody thing up."

His easy grin comes to play as he barks out with laughter, his head rolls back as he retracts his axe.

Soon all the blundered men follow his example while the only ones who were able to understand my words snickered, lady-like, at the stupid men.

"Why in Hells Name did you NOT say so in the bloody first place you damn ingrate!" the ginger beared man says after all laughter dies down.

His olive eyes sparkle with crude humour — ill humour with the ladies.

I wait for him to move aside as he starts chuckling again, the laughter ripping through him internally before displaying itself visibly shaking the ginger-haired man for all to see.

Another burly laughing fit.

Somehow I think the people outside hearing this rucus of laughter are going to get more riled up than ever.

And all because of something I know not of.

I push past him and continue walking towards the nearing barred doors.

Upon opening them I hear a muttered 'Bloody Bastard' making my smirk once again.

Roaring rain welcomes my sight and ears as I stare at the mob assembling themselves out in the cold shattering rain.

I'm instantly wet as I walk off the wooden steps, my boots meeting slushy mud that promises a good wash afterwards, my hair plasters on my face manages to shadow my eyes from view.

When I see the one thing through this hellish rain, one thing pink and squirming, one thought crosses my analysing mind, making its way to the surface of my mind.

All this trouble—for a bloody Porkchop.

(Third Person POV)

A shiver goes down the back all the way to little Piggy Rosey's backside as she locks onto the form of Hinata as she came into view.

The creature in Piggy Rosey's words.

The yellow glint in the silent figure's shadowed eyes goes unnoticed by all, with the exeption of one very fearful piglet.

The piglet knew when to hide from danger, and if it wasn't for the grip her capturer held on her, she would've scrambled out of this place a very long time ago.

But as it, she was gripped by a strong human-like hand that had not intention of letting go of her smooth and pink butt of a tail.

She squeeked and snorted with fear, trying to do anything to get away from her Saviour than rather accepting it's services.

She was more afraid of it saving her than the human-like beings that held her hostage.

It is ironic to think that Piggy Rosey felt more concerned about the mob's safety rather than the rescurer itself.

Anyone reading the Piglet's mind would have laughed.

The creature, the one Piggy Rosey reffered to as it, did.

Another shivering attack went through the poor frightened piglet as it wishes upon anything to help her get away from the undying creature of torture and death.

It's voice rings out clearly only for her pig-like ears to hear. No one with human-like ears could ever imagine to hear what the creature, what it said to the now spine chilled piglet.

Did you miss me that much Porchops?

Not one of the men could comprehend what was going on with the shaking pig. Ever since the scrawny ghastly pale lad came out of the warm and inviting tavern, the little piglet starts acting up all abnormal or something and they didn't know what to think.

All they did know was that it had something to do with the lad.

There was something telling them that a sense of wrongness seemed to seep deep through the marrow of this lad's bones.

However much they wanted to think about it they didn't let themselves to do it. Because to do so would make one scared and fearful instantly—all because they were to deal with something unnatural, something not normal by human standards.

Something that would scare them witless and prove that chaos would ensure.

That something is the thing they really did not need in a time like this.

Especially not now, not when they are trying to pose as bandits and try to steal the goods they came here.

Under the guise of filing out a complaint of the tresspassing piglet they were sure to get what they came here for.

The voice of the figure that had recently gone out of the warm tavern calls out.

"Dear Sir, I must implore you to get all your men here to leave the premises. You are causing quite a nuisance to my Master's Tavern. And I really don't like to resort to force." Hinata addresses the one man all in white.

He, among all his men, is the only one that sticks out like a sore thumb so Hinata decidedly presumes the he must be the one in control of the men.

But before the plaine looking man, the presumed boss, could give a reply a short stout of a man answers the call.

The littlest of them all, who was at the side front of the mob calls out like the rabid sick dog, his bark of a voice rings out sullenly to the silence interrupted by the on-pouring rain.

It seems that nobody is paying any attention to the rain.

The way it clings unto everyone's clothing, making all the attire stick to the person like a second skin.

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to you little scum bag! Adress' the 'igh e'teemed 'oss 'operly 'ou 'ow life 'um!" the short narrowed-eyed man with a hunch suddenly turns his voice in a southern accent.

All eyes turn to the stout yet scrawny man. His craggly smile goes sour when he sees the indifference displayed upon Hinata's dead set of pale eyes.

Something screams in the thick head that belongs to him and him alone, but he is too thick to decipher what his head is trying to warn him.

And so he awaits for the reply of the incompetent bastard who dared address his boss in that way.

Nonplussed by the sudden interruption, Hinata turns to the one man to call her out and offers him a smile, her eyes unseen to those in the midst of the rain.

"Why good sir, I do believe I'm addressing the leader of y-your group."

Startled by the bastrds audacity to even answer back he stammers rather stupidly as the words came to a loss for him.

"Wh-why you b—"

A bullet shot to the head helped the short man immensely as he thankfully slumped to the head, gagging a little before the life of him went out.

The leader looked bored as he hid his stylised pistol back under the covers of his white linen coat jacket, gold and silver slivered their way around the edges of the coat and around the cuffs.

Though not much could be said the same for his facial features.

It was too plaine and could never be remembered, the only reason anyone bothered to remember him was by his acts of violence.

And even that was not much to look at.

Unbound gold hair stuck to the back of his jacket, his clothing and hair the only things making him remarkabley stunning. A matching pair of pants and huge metallic boots hardly suits an image of a bandit ringleader just finishing off his loud-mouth minion.

"He never knew when to shut up." he explained with a wave of a pistol to the general direction of the limb body in the mud as he caught sight of the lad with the dead eyes lift a brow.

(A/N He has keen eyesight)

"Are you really a bandit sir? I can hardly believe so with the attire you are sporting."

The blonde man only shrugged with an easy smile.

"Who ever said that I needed to down-grade myselfto wearing rags for clothing?"

Nodding in understanding the dead pale eyes' owner replies.

"Ah, a very good point sir."

The blone ringleader notes to himself that the lad with the pale eyes held a face of an angel.

The young man was taller than most and held unnatural grace, as he moves his body closer to him and his gang of bandits, considered for a mere bartender and waiter.

He looked to be wearing a mandarin collared attire sleeves looked to be hacked and ripped, the toggles and loops metallic golden buckles. The attire reached down to his thighs, slits were revealed and trimmed to make a little opening for all to see below his flat abdomen.

Silken balloon pants matches the same mud colour his upper body wears, his shoes were those a jester would wear a tinkerbell on each foot.

Despite the rugged and aged appearance his clothes bore for all to see the young lad, the Bandit Ringleader notes, pulled the whole thing off quite nicely.

A thought runs through him.

He laughs.

"You're mother a harlot, lad?"

The smiling lad froze.

"Pardon..."

The blonde ringleader, a sight so boring to bear sight of, leered knowingly.

"I said your Ma a whore or what?Because I'll love to get me some just by the sight of ya!" his minions, different sizes in body mass, laughs at the crude joke.

The lads' dead eyes glaze over as he tries to control the unexplainable urge to rip out the blonde's tongue.

He fisted his fists at the disgusting joke.

"Oh, did I hurt you? You're Mama deserves it. Aw don't get all grumpy on me little boy, just take it as a compliment. Just tell me when you see your Ma so that I can get myself some action too, alright?" he spits at the silent figure's feet as he returns to laughing beside his mob of bandits.

Did not see the way he took a low crouching stance, his hand taking out a short dagger out of his pants, or the way he only stares at the back of his head.

The head who belongs to the one who regards life like trash.

One of the burly minions grins ferally when he eyes the lad's stance.

Turning his head to the boss' direction, not taking his lingering eyes off the bastard, he calls out.

"Oi Ring Leader! Looks like the little shrimpy bastard wants to play wi'cha!"

All eyes turn to the impassive, cold lad just when they see him disappear in mid air.

Immediately they all see the lad in front of their Ring Leader, his hands gripping the throat and his free hand aiming the short dagger to the Never Regions.

Regions where no man should lay harm.

Lavender pale eyes of death stare mockingly at two dots of pupils that shake and tremble under the grip their throat is under.

The lad's lips parts slightly but words tumble out easily enough for all to hear.

Howl, howl howl like thine rabid sick dogs you all are.

Scream in the recesses of this lone Night

For no one shall hear

Mercy will be thine's power gone from those

Bloodied hands of thee

From you...

To me...

"Once I'm through with you all. You're all gonna beg for Mercy." he promises before vanishing before their very eyes once again.

Gasping for the life of him he croaks out orders of everyone killing the bloody bastard.

His eyes, ablaze with red, were those of a madman.

"WHO THE HELL DOES THAT SCUMBAG THINK HE'S MESSING WITH? WE'RE NO BLOODY MORTAL SCUM!" He seethes through gritted teeth.

"EVERYONE GIVE HIM A BLOODY PARTY THAT HE SO DESPERATELY WANTS! NOBODY MESSES WITH US DEMONS!" He bellows out earning him a cheer from all before they started ripping.

Ripping off skin, that is.

They all came out in different forms but all held their weapons in hand, their eyes red or neon green.

Their bodies were longer or short, but humanlike in all aspects. But all had claws on both feet and hands.

Horns sticking out of their bloody forehead.

Gleaming incisors, yellow and white, shows layers of teeth and tongues within its tavern.

Some of the demons had small demonic wings, others are full-out big.

Yet still they hear nor see a frightened human.

A fear-striken mortal lying his pathetic lowlife down at their feet.

No, instead they hear something else.

Laughter.

And it belonged to a woman.

A woman they couldn't see or smell.

No, she was nowhere in their line of sight


Cliffhangers is what all you lot deserve!

Muahahaha I am evil...especially when I sudden;y appear from the dead.

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Kaila Azroth

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