Thirteen
"I sentence you to die!"
Hikari heard the words through the stone walls the moment they were screamed from Hachiro's mouth. This was one of those times she wished she could watch what acts of cruelties he was committing.
Although Hikari had only seen the employes here through the bars of her window, which was too far up for up for them to speak without being caught, she'd already picked out her favourites. She could tell a lot from first glance, and from what little of their conversations she heard, she'd pegged her top 10.
Her least favourite was Miku. Miku was a pretty little thing with curls that bounced wondrously upon her shoulders, and lovely Amaranth pink lips, but aside from looking her very best, she had nothing going for her. She was hopelessly in love with the human epitome of true evil, she was naive, and on top of that she was awfully pretentious. She spoke in such a tone that suggested she thought herself above everyone. Everyone but Hachiro.
A faint Mexican accent came through the walls, desperate and pleading. "Hachiro I didn't mean anything by it! It was a joke!"
Carlos. He was a good guy, a bit older than a few of the other people here, maybe five years everyone's senior, with the exception of few workers, yet he certainly didn't act like it. He had never disturbed Hikari herself, but she supposed that if someone had to go it might as well be the person who acted immature and irritable at every turn.
Yet something deep within Hikari was clawing at her brain. She knew what she was thinking wasn't the best idea but she figured she might as well try to act as a saviour rather than let a man die. Especially one who, when she could hear him, made a horrible experience much more pleasant. She knew that if she speak loud enough that everyone would hear her.
"Don't kill him! Put him in a cell!"
The first thing Hiakri heard were the shocked mumbles of various people who were most likely stuck still, under the shock of Hachiro's demand. She was able to pick up on few sentences such as, 'is that girl nuts?' Or, 'that's the end of her.' But what she didn't hear was anything to indicate Hachiro was angry at her poorly executed request.
Slowly footsteps began approaching, the pitter-patter of sandals grew louder the longer they continued to make noise. Sooner than later Hachiro was standing behind her door, singing to himself as he worked on the doors latch. As the door swung open, he waltzed in, gripping Carlos by the arm as he entered. His hands were gripping tightly around the poor man so much that Hikari was sure he would be bleeding in seconds.
"Why would I bring him in a cell?"
"I-"
"And I suggest you convince me right now, sweetheart, because if you don't I'll have you be the one to end his life, and if you should refuse, I'll have you both slaughtered."