ATHOUR'S NOTE: Seven reviews? Not bad, not bad.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own ToS.
Kuchinawa stepped out of the tub and dried himself off, with the towel he pulled from the wicker basket.
He pulled on his clothes, and stepped out, casually skirting the curtain from his view.
"No, please don't," the girl, whimpered, with a skinny guy, with a beady looking face, holding a knife to her neck.
"Just give the money, then I won't hurt you." He grabbed her shirt collar stuck it a little farther, a droplet of blood birthed through the newly punctured hole in her skin.
Kuchinawa sighed. The man turned his head to see the man from Mizuho.
The man yelled, "Get on the ground, and stay there."
Kuchinawa didn't move.
"Come on, pal. You don't want to see such an innocent sweet girl die, do you?"
Kuchinawa remained silent.
The man tightened his grip on the blade on the girl, making her squeal. "Don't be a hero, pal."
"Go ahead, kill her. I just want to leave."
The girl began to cry. The man jumped over the counter the side of the girl. "Very well."
Kuchinawa walked slowly by. The man, irked, held his knife out at Kuchinawa. "Hey, hurry it up, will ya?"
Kuchinawa turned and simultaneously hit the guy's wrist and back of the hand, making the knife fly from his grip. Kuchinawa, then grabbed his hand, and pulled toward himself, bending the man's wrist.
The man groaned in pain, and then screamed, when Kuchinawa broke his wrist.
Kuchinawa let go of his hand. The man sunk down to his knees, holding his wrist, trying to scream, but couldn't. Kuchinawa grabbed the man by the hair on his above his forehead and pulled him up.
"Now," Kuchinawa began, "this is the part where the good guy, says I hope you learned your lesson, leaves you. But, I'm not a good guy. I'm one that finishes the job."
The man's eyes grew wide in shock. Kuchinawa pulled him down and turned him around. Kuchinawa wrapped an arm around the man's neck and squeezed. The man struggled to get free, but wasn't as strong as Kuchinawa.
The girl watched on horror as she saw a man's life slowly slip away, and was also seeing how it was done.
The man choked, then his head fell limp. Kuchinawa let go of the man and stood up. The girl, scared, but relieved her attacker was gone, said," Thank you, very much, sir." She bowed. "How can I…I ever thank you."
Kuchinawa grabbed her and drew his knife onto her. "Give me your money."
The girl squealed in fear, and hastily grabbed the jar, from on the shelf under the counter, and set it on the desk top.
Kuchinawa grabbed the jar and let go of her. He broke open the jar and shoved the paper money into his pockets.
He opened the door and said, "You should learn how to defend yourself." He stepped out. "Thanks for the Gald. Auf Wiedersehen.!"
Kuchinawa slammed the door shut.
The girl, still terrified, stood still for six seconds, then, noticing the dead man on the floor, broke down into tears.