(I know that this is getting kind of boring and some people have requested for me to have some more fight scenes. I will for sure be making more, just hopefully soon enough to please my fans. Just bear with me!)

Two weeks. Two freaking weeks I have been confined to my sister's apartment. Alex swore that if I even stepped foot out the door she would skin me alive. Did I listen? Yes. Yes, I did.

Soryu is a constant visitor and claims to only come by to make sure I don't run away and expose the auction. As if.

Today Soryu and I are sitting at the dining room table, playing checkers. Believe it or not, checkers requires the same amount of concentration as poker. Who knew?

And still, no matter how much I concentrate, he still manages to kick my ass, forwards backwards and sideways.

"How are you so good at this?" I ask after he jumps three of my pieces in one turn.

He smiles that devilish smile of his that perfectly matches his personality, and says, "What do you think I did as a child?"

I groan and bang my head against the table, before saying, "I'm doomed."

He laughs at my comment.

"No you're not. Who else can sincerely kick my ass in archery?" he states and I laugh as well. It was true.

"I am sorry to say, but you suck at anything that requires the use of both arms. Oh and you're brain." I tease.

He grins at me before slipping his hand inside his jacket pocket and pulling out his gun.

"Want to run that by me again?"

Laughing so hard that tears are starting to form in my eyes, I don't hear the door open and Alex come in looking tired as ever.

"Ah, hey Soryu. What's up these days?" my sister says smiling despite herself. She has come to grow increasingly aware of him. And it is returned by Soryu. Even though I don't see any sparks between them, I know that they could be good friends, and maybe he could take care of her if something were to ever happen to me.

"Nothing much Alex, how about you?" Soryu was polite with us, but whenever he left, I could tell from my frequent calls with my friend from the ice dragons, Ryosuke, that he is nothing but ice cold. True to the mafia name.

Alex drops onto the couch and says, "Four house calls, two surgeries and one very drunk man. Overall a normal day."

Both Soryu and I laugh.

"Hey are you guys laughing at my pain?" she says frowning, but I knew she was teasing.

"We're not laughing at you, we're laughing with you." I say.

"Just get out of here and pollute your lungs with the city air." she commands and I do a double take.

"I can go out?" I was insanely happy.

Alex is asleep before I can get an answer out of her.

I stand up quietly as to not wake my sister, and I carry her to her bedroom, dropping her onto the bed and pulling the covers up to her chin.

I walk back out to the living room where I find Soryu staring at a picture of us with our parents.

"Soryu?"

He jumps slightly, as if he was caught thinking hard about something. I thought it smelled smoky.

Chuckling at my thoughts I pull on my boots and my leather jacket and Soryu and I leave my sister's place and begin walking toward the archery center.

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As we are walking together, I hear some younger girls whisper to each other, just loud enough for me to hear them as they walked behind us.

"Is that her boyfriend?" , "No, she's too dull to even be in his league." followed by "She's too ugly."

I clench my teeth together. It wasn't like I wasn't used to hearing insults directed at me, but this is going above and beyond. They're insulting em in front of my friend.

I whirl around and smile at the girls, beckoning them towards us.

They giggle and come closer.

"Hi. I'm Brittany!" They say completely ignoring me and focusing their attention on Soryu. They discreetly pushed up their chests and it made me feel disgusted and mad at the same time.

"And I'm pissed but you don't see me showing it." I interject into the conversation.

The girl who had introduced herself as Brittany turns around and smacks me across the face. "Bitch, know your place."

I don't show fear. Who was this girl to dare raise a hand to another human who hadn't deserved it?

Instead I start laughing. She grabs me by the hair and raises my face, before slapping me across the face once more.

I see Soryu, who was looking extremely pissed and was beginning to take out his gun.

"No Soryu. She just doesn't know how to act towards others." I add the last sentence trying to antagonize her. It appeared to be working.

I feel my red hair being yanked as I am dragged into a nearby alleyway. Why is it alleyways are always so close in situations like this?

She pushes me up against the wall. And I see her 'friends' following close by, dragging Soryu along.

It is then I notice the tattoo on the side of her neck.

I hiss, "Satan worshiper." It was sadly true. The tattoo she had had the number six imprinted three times. It was the common sign to anyone who knew that she was a follower of the Devil. I knew some of their rituals, such as sacrificing young innocent girls, and had given information to the police about their whereabouts That's how most of the time the cops turned a blind eye to the assassins doings.

"You know nothing about us." She spat at me.

I grin, "I know enough to give cops intel about you horrendous people and what you do."

I made it sound like a insult at the same time I was grinning like a little kid.

She raises an eyebrow, "Horrendous?"

I nod, "Horrendous. Look it up."

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(Horrendous means "Something unpleasant or horrifying." Doesn't that sound like an appropriate word for a Satan follower? And I worked my butt off for this chapter and the next one...*SPOILER ALERT!* Next chapter contains -What I am hoping- a fighting scene that might -and I use that word loosely- contain some of Soryu's point of view. Maybe -MAYBE!- some flashbacks of Scarlet's. Talking too much. Later!)