Below her was a craggy cliff. Who knew how tall it was, or how long it would take to fall to the bottom. Down there (Far, far down it seemed) was the sprawled mess of a crumbly city. The moon caused the houses and buildings to glow with an almost silver color—thought it was tinged with the sepia and whatever other colors they really were. Kanda frowned, tilting back her head automatically, naturally.
A cold tingle rolled down her spine, and she suppressed the urge to dance from foot to foot. Besides the normal sense of incomprehensible forebode that came with shifty, abandoned, and probably akuma ridden cities, there was the simple fact of knowing that made her anxious to get down there.
Kanda dully stared into the untraceable city streets below. "We didn't get here fast enough. The finders are already dead." She said calmly, before turning her attention to the white haired brat she had been stuck with. "Kid," she started, grabbing his attention. "Let me make this clear. I don't care if you're about to be stabbed in the heart, if you're a burden to the mission, I won't think twice about leaving you behind." She looked him straight in the eyes, making sure he understood she wasn't threatening him with empty remarks. "In war, there are always sacrifices. Don't think of me as your partner."
The brat took in the words, before his expression hardened. "I don't think I like your way of thinking."
She was going to ignore him, before the sound of an explosion stole both of their attention. Her focus darted to the pale yellow tail of fire lighting up the night. Kanda's eyes narrowed. That was a sure sign of akuma activity if there ever was any. It was time to get down from this damn cliff and think of a strategy.
The finder, herself, and white haired moron scrambled down its face. Within five or ten minutes, they were nearly at the bottom, and countless blasts had occurred. Each time she heard one of the thunderous roars, Kanda's mind would pick up speed, sorting through possible plans and strategies. As if the noise reminded her she needed to act fast if she was going to obtain the innocence.
The brat jumped down the last few feet, before snapping back into action. Before she and the finder had even reached the ground, he had started running towards the destination, boots clacking on the old, unused cobblestone streets, his partners now hot on his heels.
Kanda glared at his back, clearly in disapproval of him being in front of her. Who did he think he was? Better than her? Her superior? She almost yelled at him to get behind her—obviously she was the one who knew what the hell they were doing. But she decided against it. It would be his own fault if he tripped up and died on his first mission. And if he survived through the night, he would have a very vivid lesson to look back on every time he managed to scrape up a job for himself.
Fifty meters or so before the danger zone, Kanda skidded to a very audible halt. The finder stopped a ways behind her, yet the idiot kept moving towards the destination. She frowned, watching him for a ways, before sprinting to the right, taking a completely different course. It was his own fault; whether he wasn't paying attention, or he wasn't listening.
She ran past another corner, before kicking the door of an old home apart. The dry, cracky wood came apart with the first impact. Making her way past the parlor, she quickly located the way to the top—up the twisted spiral staircase. Jumping the last step, Kanda made her way to the roof of the building, wondering if what she was hearing was correct, and if she'd be willing to clean up the mess.
She was right, and she sure as hell was not willing.
Below her was the perfect view of her next battleground. Not only that, but she was at a great advantage—able to play on the element of surprise, and height. But of course, a damnable idiot had already trampled on her plan (Which was almost her fault for not yelling at him to get behind her. Almost.) She had made it just in time to see the after effects of (What she assumed was) him incautiously ramming his innocence into an akuma.
Just like that.
The damnable bastard. What an idiot.
Perched on the edge of the roof, she ground her heel into the sand stone edge, reveling in the feeling of cracking stone. She grimaced, nails biting into her palm. "Dumbass." She mumbled under her breath, witnessing the event with a look of undeniable irritation.
'ho damn that was short. BUT I WOULD HAVE NEVER FINISHED IT IF I KEPT GOING.
Gimme another month. I'll give you a long one, lawl.