Slight Altercation

Killer and Delta weaved through the streets of Grove. There were more people than usual today, probably because of the slave auction coming up later.

"Um, Killer?" Delta took hold of the blonde's arm and stopped him. He noticed her call and looked down at her expectantly.

"When we get there...would you mind staying outside the door and make sure no one comes in?" Delta asked shyly.

"Yeah.." Killer answered.

"Thank you" Delta smiled up at him.

"Let's keep going" Killer encouraged her. He just wanted to get over there and get Delta away from here. It wasn't safe for her anymore and her walking around in broad daylight was just asking for it.

They got back to her side of the island without any altercation from anyone. Turns out a lot of residents decided to lock themselves up indoors on the days of the slave auctions since things tended to get a little...ugly.

Delta sprang up the steps to her front door while Killer idled by at the foot of the steps. He gave her a curious look when she didn't open the door.

"Oh um..would it be okay if I take a shower...I feel...gross. I won't be long" Delta felt extremely weird asking for permission to take a shower in her own home. But she didn't want him to have to wait without an explanation.

"Thats fine" Killer nodded and said no more.

Delta sighed and pulled her key from her pocket to unlock her front door. She was totally unaware Killer was on edge right now.

Delta gazed around her loft like home. She wasn't really sad since she was so used to moving. She felt more defeated. Like she had gotten her life together and then went all the way back to square one in the worst way possible. She didn't regret meeting Killer or joining the crew, she just wish the reasons hadn't been so grim.

Delta dropped her bag by the front door and hopped up the ladder. She was finally happy to get clean.

Killer sat down on Delta's steps and waited patiently. There was really nothing for him to do at the moment, so he pulled out his styles and took a look at them. They were getting dull. He grumbled to himself for a moment about not remembering to sharpen them when he heard footsteps coming towards him. The blonde man shot his covered head up to see who was approached.

It was another man, younger than him with light green hair and really pale skin, almost white. He had matching eyes and a scowl on his face.

"Who the fuck are you?" The green haired man snapped and grimaced at Killer.

"Thats not for you to worry about." Killer replied calmly. Of course he wasn't threatened.

"Why are you at Delta's house?" The man asked, rather rudely.

"She asked me to be here. And like I said it's none of your business" Killer stated

"I don't think Delta would want someone like you here"

Killer decided to just ignore the guy. He didn't put his scythes away though. And the green haired male wouldn't lay off.

"Why do you have those? How did you get here? How long have you been sitting outside the door? Do you plan on killing her? Is that was those are for?"

The last two statements pissed Killer off.

"I think you should leave" Killer suggested while standing up. He was taller than the other man and clearly had a weapon, but the green haired idiot wouldn't back down.

Delta was just finishing packing a duffle bag of her stuff when she heard someone outside.

"Oh..oh no...please no" Delta sighed annoyed and raced to the door.

As soon as she opened the door she was met with various questions thrown in her face.

"Do you know this guy?! Why are you with him?! Where have you been at work?!"

"Tate what are you doing here?!" Delta yelled, near angry. She dropped her bag on the doorstep to get face to face with Tate. She glanced at Killer who had backed away.

"Why are you here?" Delta tried again.

"Why haven't you been home?" Tate replied with a question.

Delta sighed, annoyed. There was no satisfying him.

"I'm leaving Tate, I joined a pirate crew" she informed him rather bluntly.

"Excuse me?" Was the reaction.

"I don't have time to explain". Delta glanced at Killer who was still nearby, leaning on a tree near the entrance to the forest.

"Wha...did he kidnap you?' Tate whispered and pointed an accusing finger finger at Killer who was completely aware of what was being said.

"Of course not!' Delta yelled. She was getting pissed. And ancy, she didn't want to stay here too long.

"Why would you want to go with him? He looks like a fucking murderer. He'll probably slit your throat in your sleep" Tate raised his voice. A few passersby's looked, but no one was terribly curious thankfully.

"Thanks for the graphic description of my death, but he's not going to do any of that" Delta laughed.

"Tsch, you'll see" Tate rolled his eyes.

"I'm not leaving just yet...I'll try to come see you " Delta shrugged and shuffled down her steps passed the angry Tate. He rolled his eyes again and turned away.

"Hey!" He called back suddenly after Delta was nearing Killer. She looked back to see what was the problem now.

"You forgot your damn bag" Tate roughly grabbed a handle of the bad and tried to pick it up, but it didn't budge. He pulled on the handle harder this time but still nothing.

"I think it is stuck to the steps" was his reasoning.

Delta slowly walked back up the steps and reached down to pick up her bag. There was no effort needed whatsoever. She slung it over her shoulder and strolled off with an innocent "thank you" to Tate before disappearing in the bushes with Killer right behind her who had a small smirk on his face.

Killer and Delta made it back to the ship and she was dropping her bag off in his room. Killer waited in the doorway.

"Delta, didn't you say you had a weapon?"

"Oh uh yeah, it's in my bag."

"Bring it with you." Killer commanded.

"What?!" Delta shot him a glance with sheer terror on her face.

"Just do it." Killer growled.

"Killer..I can't" Delta backed away from him.

"Why not?" He asked carefully, he loved it when she called him by his name, it had a strange effect on him.

"It's too much" Delta unzipped her bag and dug around for something.

"Just trust me" Killer laid his head against the doorframe and let his arms go limp at his sides.

Delta groaned loudly. She did trust him, it was her own self she didn't trust completely, but she complied.

"Fine.." She agreed.

She pulled out of her bag what her hand had been resting on. Killer raised his head now interested.

Delta's weapon was a very large double sided battle axe. A strange looking one. One blade was longer than the other and the entire thing was white. Even the steel blade had a white tint to it.

"That doesn't seem like you" Killer scoffed at Delta.

"Yeah, well it is." Delta rolled her eyes.

"Come on" Killer held his hand out for Delta to go with him. Delta slipped on a belt to hold her weapon on her back and followed after Killer.