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Chapter II

The King of Street Brawling

Craassh.

"What the?" Hilda said to herself shocked at what suddenly happened.

She had fallen on one of the apple baskets of the nearby stand. The small basket that she took with her was thrown a few feet away from her. All the goods and ingredients that she bought awhile ago had been emptied out the basket and was now scattered like garbage on the pavement.

She stood up as if nothing happened. She dusted off her clothes and cape. Then, she scanned the area where she fell. A few meters to her left was a light orange haired man who was now sitting up straight despite of the bruises and cuts that were both on his face and arms. Hilda slowly walked towards him.

"Tch," said the man while wiping off the blood from the corner of his mouth. As he was about to stand up, he noticed a figure standing in front of him. He suddenly tensed and clenched his fist. When he looked at who's figure it was, he somehow relaxed.

"Oi, blondie," he said, addressing the woman in front of him, "what the hell are you doing?"

The woman didn't move an inch. She stood there silently with her head bowed so that most of her face was now covered by her bangs.

The oranged haired man, who appeared to have a lip chain on the corner of his mouth, stood up annoyed by her presence. "Huuh? You gone deaf or what? Move aside you bi-"

Paaaak! Another crash.

Before he could finish his sentence, the blonde kicked him by the neck and he was again sent flying to another stall breaking the goods. The owner, horrified at what he saw, got the unconscious man by the collar and shouted curses at him. Then out of the corner of his eye, a blonde wearing a black cape suddenly appeared. She had eyes as cold as death and even if she didn't say anything, the owner got terrified, quickly released his grip from the man, and scrambled away from the sight of the blonde.

The woman glared at the orange haired man who now looked as if he wouldn't return to the world of living...at least for awhile. She dragged out his lifeless body by the back of his collar from the ruined stall. All people tensed by the sight of her and stepped a few feet back away from her.

"Kanzaki-san!" came a loud voice. It was from a tall big man whose hair was divided into two braided pig tails.

"Ohooh," said another voice. "Look there Shiroyama-kun."

The said big man whose name was Shiroyama turned to his friend who was pointing at somewhere.

"Looks like Kanzaki-kun is dead", the other man said and chuckled.

"What the hell are you talking, Natsume? I know Kanzaki-san wouldn't be easily defeated like...thaaaat!" Shiroyama squealed as he finally looked at what his friend was pointing.

Natsume just laughed at the reaction of his friend. "I told you right?"

"Oi, scumbags", Hilda said calmly at the two men. "Do you know this pathethic moron?"

Shiroyama stared with disbelief, his jaw wide opened. Natsume on the other hand kept a smiling face.

"I'm asking you dead brains!" Hilda shouted.

"Yes, we know him." Natsume answered since the big guy couldn't speak at the moment.

"Hmph," Hilda raised her eyebrow. "Were you the ones who sent him flying at me awhile ago?"

"Didn't you send him flying yourself?" Natsume was about to say it but thought better of it.

"No!" shouted the big man who was now back from his shocked self. "Kanzaki-san is our friend. We would never-"

"Then tell me..." said Hilda, interrupting the big man from his 'would-be passionate speech', a vein started showing on her forehead, "tell me which idiot dare to ruin my day?!"

"Oraaaaah!" roared a black haired young man as he punched-kicked-punched his opponent. "Take this! Take that!"

Most of the crowd yelled in unison as the opponent was sent flying 15 meters away from him (probably dead). The rest cried in depression as they lose their bet.

"Hahaha", laughed the black haired man with an evil grin on his face. "Man, aren't you all weak and stupid? I'm the King here, the KING! D'you hear that?!"

The crowd yelled again to agree. Then they started chanting, "King! King! King!" repeatedly.

Suddenly, loud groans were heard at the back of the crowd. Anybody who turned their faces to see what caused the ruckus were instantly sent flying or got beaten to a pulp. In a few minutes, there was now a cleared path through the crowd and walking in the middle was a blonde maiden effortlessly dragging the orange haired man from awhile ago.

"You there!" exclaimed the blonde after throwing away the unconscious man in one heap.

The said King walked towards the woman after seeing how she threw the oranged haired man he defeated awhile ago. Somehow, it impressed him a little bit.

"Huuh?!" he snarled at the blonde, his face a few inches from hers. "Who the hell are you? You got a problem here bit-"

He didn't even finish his sentence when he found himself flying and landed on the old crates piled beside a stall. He quickly sat up surprised. He stared at the blonde in front of him. Her emerald eye looked at him as if he was some dirt. The expression on her face mocked and annoyed him. He got up and walked towards the blonde.

"Oi, stupid woman", he started with an evil grin on his face, "what the hell are you doing barging in someone else's fight? Are you looking to get yourself killed?"

The blonde sneered at him. "I'm the one who should ask you that, you brainless twit!"

"What was that, you dumbass?!" the man shouted, a vein popping on his head.

"You heard me, fool! Or did your rotten ears stopped working?" she said with a smirk on her face that annoyed him even more.

"This woman is getting on my nerves. Should I beat her up? Should I tie her on a tree upside down? Or should I sell her to a cannibal tribe?" the young man thought.

He was so annoyed that he couldn't decide what to do to her. What only came out from his mouth was, "Ha-ha. Hahaha. Ahahahaha. Where the hell would I find a cannibal tribe? Hahaha."

Slap.

The blonde woman slapped the idiotic man in front of him. The crowd was confused at what they're looking at. Nobody said anything. Nobody dared to move. Cold sweat ran down from their brows and everyone gulped the lump that formed in their throats as they waited what would happen next.

"I can see that you are a fool", the woman started, never letting her mocking smirk fade, "but I didn't expect that your little brain is scattered somewhere."

Boom.

The King finally fumed out of anger. Her words rang on his ears like killer bees. He had enough of this blonde witch. He decided that he'd tie her to a tree and hang her upside down. But first, he must silence her. Yes, that's what he'd finally do. He didn't care if this bitch would die by his plan. In fact, he's rather happy with it. He should teach her a lesson.

After making up his mind, he quickly gripped the arms of the blonde. He was so fast that even the woman in front of him was slightly startled. When he was about to grab her by the waist, a shout came from the crowd which earned everyone's blank stare.

"Stoooop!", said the voice. "I said stop!"

A silver haired young man, whose right hand was partly covering his face, suddenly appeared behind the devil looking King.

"What the hell are you doing, man?" he said, his eyes staring in between the fingers of his right hand. He stood there as if he looked cool or something. However, the crowd just looked at him with disgusted or annoyed faces.

"Huh?! Can't you see I'm busy?" the King said.

"No, that's not what I meant, fool" the silver haired man smiled. "That's not how you handle a beautiful woman like her."

He suddenly began walking towards the two people and kicked off the black haired young man to the side. He put his hands on the blonde's shoulders and looked back at his black haired friend.

With his serious creepy eyes sparkling, he raised a thumb up to his friend and said, "Watch and learn. This is how you do-"

Uuuuuk-gyah.

"Pfft. Haha", the black haired man laughed, "serves you right Creepichi."

The white haired man curled on the stone pavement like a worm. His eyes glistened as tears were forming in them due to the pain in his abdomen.

"Why are you laughing, you devil?!" whimpered his friend. "And who are you calling Creepichi?!"

The blonde's eye twitched at the sight of the two men in front of her.

"You fools! Now I have wasted my precious time on your stupid childish games", the woman declared in an icy voice. Everyone shuddered when she talked, or at least those who heard her.

She began to leave fearing that she'd cause or draw more attention. The crowd stepped back making a path for her as she passed. When she was halfway, the black haired man called out to her.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, stupid woman?!"

She turned around and answered him with a playful little smile on her calm face, "Away from you, sewer rat!"

The King was rather surprised at the change of her attitude and thought, "How can she quickly calm down after she stormed at me?"

But then, she added with that icy glare of hers, "Just pray that we won't cross paths again, you fool. For when that happens, I'd definitely cook your stupid brain!"

"Huuuh? What did she say?!"

"Damn you stupid bitch!" he screamed at the top of his lungs but the blonde woman quickly disappeared through the crowd.

That was the very first time that the King got really pissed by a woman. He avoided women as much as he can, not that he hated them, but he just didn't know how to handle them. But when that blonde wench came, it's as if it's him who can't handle himself.

When he thought about it, he unconsciously smiled and murmured, "I guess I would never understand women, especially that smug looking blonde."

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks for reading. :)