They were recording her… Her! Even though she did no wrong! It wasn't right. She couldn't face Kishibe or the higher ups after this. They'd absolutely dock her pay and she'd likely neversee an inch of that bonus.

Mr. Freeze glaring and huffing with an icy aura grabbed at her wrist, yanking with force. "Come along, criminal. We don't want you scaring off the people."

He gestured to the growing crowd of people with faces of awe and wonder as they held their phones to record.

"E-eh…?" Her eyes began to wobble and comprehend the information in front of her. These people had to have devil-contracts. Were they Private Devil Hunters? She didn't recognize the guy's weird costume. Usually a suit would differentiate them from the common rabble.

Bright blue spandex from head to toe with matching rubber gloves with boots and a rectangular-ice block for a helmet didn't exactly ping out a Devil Hunter to Kobeni. Though maybe this particular district handled things differently compared to hers? She just had to show her badge and it should be fine.

"I-I'm no criminal…! I-I…." Kobeni said with a choked sob, covering her mouth with one hand and stepping back. "I'm a Devil Hunter… I mean no—"

"Gah!" Mr. Freeze clutched at his back when behind him a scrawny man with a crowbar wailed onto his back. "Foul fiend…! Distracting me while your buddy deals the blow. Not on Mr. Freeze's watch!"

The popsicle man's hands aimed to the ground and a cold gust of wind blew forth.

"Oi, oi, oi." The thug dressed in baggy slacks and a dirty sports-jacket drawled out, pointing to several more badly dressed men carrying various sticks and pipes. "Get the crowd outta here. We'll deal with the walking refrigerator."

Like a swarm of ants, the thugs spanned out, scaring off the crowd with growls or threats. Everything was happening so fast that Kobeni hadn't moved an inch from her spot. Instead she opted to cower onto her knees and cover her head with one hand while the other remained still encased in a block of ice.

"Villains! Scoundrels! Tomiko get inside–bleugh!" Mr. Freeze's gut got another swing from the crow-bar wielding man who laughed at the hero's misery.

Tomiko screeched and did as ordered, slamming the door shut and shuttering the blinds.

The thugs crowded around Mr. Freeze, wailing on him with their makeshift weapons.

A meaty hand landed onto Kobeni's shoulder and helped her up. "Heh, thanks for the assist, kid. You distracted them just as planned!" His voice was like gravel being scraped over cement. He gave her a once over and shook his head, as if he knew her. "Tch, y'know the elder's would give ya shit for not losin' yer pin. Pah, no matter. Think I got a spare."

He pulled out a golden pin, attaching it to the lapel of her suit and smiled. "There we go. Much better. Now c'mon. We ain't got much time. Damn broad will figure out we robbed the joint."

Robbed…? Joint…? Kobeni couldn't comprehend it. She just wanted hot cocoa!

Kobeni yelped as she'd been tugged along to an alleyway with a strange man. She had no choice but to follow, too skittish to say anything. The paths through this awfully intricate alleyway felt more like a labyrinth than anything. Why did someone build something so complex?!

"U-umm, I think I'm good right here." Kobeni dragged her feet, wanting to be let go where she could bolt.

What was she thinking running along with some… some random guy? Sure he had some cool slicked-back blonde hair that sort of reminded her of Kishibe, but with more of a flashier flair to him. On his back was a golden scabbard engraved with Hanya masks and teeth.

The man barked out a laugh and palmed at his face as if she'd said something hilarious. "Hah! The van's not too far off, kid. We'll be outta here in no time. Wouldn't make a lick of sense to scram out here where the scavengers could get ya."

"Scavengers…?" Kobeni said, guarding up her posture again. Now that sounded awful. What in the world were those?!

"Yep. Lotta them bastards lurking around Musutafu lately. Spreadin' like the plague they are. Lost two guys' testicles to those fuckers. Both of them quit the Yakuza game after that. Tch, amateurs." Gold blade, which she nicknamed the mysterious gangster, said with a scoff.

"T-their testicles…?" She asked, bewildered, wanting to know more.

"Anyways, here we are!" Gold blade changed the subject. No, no, no. He can't just change the subject after hearing something so absurd!

"Get in, that popsicle won't be too far off. Wouldn't put it past him to call in that fast-bastard here."

He gestured to the back of a conspicuous white van complete with a convenient exterminator cock-roach mascot on top. A brown-haired foreigner peeked his head out with a toothy-grin.

"Hey! You made it!" His American accent was quite noticeable through his japanese, his words slightly off and slurred.

"Ha! There ya are, Kenneth. This one's a straggler that got lost durin' the raid. Get her some new duds when we get back." Gold blade said with a grin. "Come on, we ain't got time. Get in the van."

"E-eh…? I-I think I'd really rather go back–" She got cut off when a wiry bodied woman in a tight latex suit and metal claws landed on top of the van with grace.

She wore a plague-doctor's mask and appeared quite flexible. "Kek, kek, kek. Lookie what we got here. Three fresh organ donors!

"Shit… It's the scavengers." Gold blade whispered to Kobeni, unsheathing his katana. "You lot ain't collectin' my testicles! Not in this life or the next!" He yelled out in hopes of scaring off the villainous looking woman.

Kobeni's danger instincts were kicking and she turned around, seeing more of those 'scavengers' descending off the brick walls of the buildings surrounding them like spiders. Each of them wearing latex suits and masks.

"S-sir…? T-there's more." Kobeni tugged on Gold Blade's sleeve, trying to get his attention.

"Course there's fuckin' more! These are scavengers we're talkin' about. Where there's one, there's bound to be a shit ton more. Guard yer precious bits, kid. We're in it for a long haul!"

"Oh hell nah!" Kenneth pulled free a shotgun, cocking it. "Ya ain't plannin' to collect my shit! I just got a vasectom–Grkk!" The American was quickly shut up when two scavengers dove into the van's window, claws outstretched and the sounds of flesh being torn open could be heard.

The van shook violently before Kenneth's head bursted out the window with a bloody face. A large gloved hand wrapped around the back of his nape, trying to rein him in.

"HOLY FUCK! KAZ! BOSS! THEY GOT ME! AGHKSH! THEY GOT MY BAL–" Kenneth's head disappeared back into the vehicle, blood spurting out in gallons that seemed superbly impossible.

"Shit! They got Kenneth! Damn it!" Gold blade blinked away a tear of respect. "Change of plans, kid!"

He wasn't kidding…!? They actually harvest people's balls?! Kobeni guarded her breasts and closed her thighs with a nervous chuckle. A defense mechanism to alleviate her growing stress.

The female scavenger cackled, her needle-like claws pointing at them. "With my quirk, I can see inside you." The scavenger's mask's interior huffed with condensation as if the wearer was breathing heavily. "Both of you have real good hearts and lungs. I already have a buyer lookin' for such treasures. Come quickly and we'll make it nice and instant for you two."

Gold blade barked out another laugh and aimed his katana to the nearest one. "Like hell we are! You lot give us a bad rep. Whole reason why the Pro's are on our ass!"

These people looked dangerous, and she doubted simple hand-to-hand combat would do the trick to these types of fiends. She casted a glance to Gold blade.

"I-I don't have a weapon–"

"Here, take my tanto." Gold blade pushed a knife into Kobeni's hands, his attention more on the latex figures in front of him, and her entire being immediately calmed after feeling the familiar weight settle in her palms.

She unsheathed it and held it in a reverse grip, her expression of a wobbly coward dissipating into a cool, peaceful expression.

"Kek, kek, kek. Get them! Get them before the Pro's hear the commotion!" The lead scavenger commanded, pointing a clawed finger their way.

Like overgrown, latex-wearing spiders, the scavengers descended upon them in droves, each one with claws outstretched!

"Come and get some, ya freaks!" Gold blade taunted, opting for an overhead swipe at the nearest attacker. "I ain't dyin' to quirk-usin' bitches!"

His blade connected into the shoulder of one, causing it to shriek and free its mask from their face, cheeks bulging up like a squirrel as if to spit something.

Kobeni tackled him out of the way, dodging a wad of actual acid that smacked against the brick wall behind them.

"Good reflexes, kid!" Gold Blade complimented, rising with her and deflecting a clawed attack.

Kobeni nodded, flashing a brief smile, then deftly side-stepping an overhead attack, slicing around the opponent's wrists, forcing them to fall onto the ground in agony.

Her eyes darted around to count out five attackers, with one out of commission thanks to her disabling attack. These were fiends, which meant it was okay–okay for her to kill. Hardening her resolve, she tightened her grip onto the tanto and got into a more defensive stance.

She charged forward, ducking under a wide haymaker made by a stockier scavenger and running her blade through the thing's ankles, slicing them off with precision.

It screeched, falling off its dismembered legs and onto the ground with a meaty thud. "Bitch's got a power-type quirk! Get her!" The thing, or man, ordered with muffled breaths.

"Holy shit, kid!" Gold Blade praised, pulling his katana free from the face of one of the scavengers. "Yer not too bad!" He ducked, stabbing the blade into the midsection of the next with a bloodied grin.

Kobeni didn't focus on his words, instead backstepping away from several slashes made by another scavenger, one of the last two who were still trying to eke out a victory.

"So fast! I'll enjoy my time harvesting your tendons!" A huskier voice said from this attacker. "Just stay–" It grabbed at her ankle. "A-aha! Gotc–"

Kobeni drove the tanto's sharp edge into the scavenger's hand, before forcing it upwards to their elbow, slicing and severing flesh along the way. Her assailant pulled back with a loud guttural cry and ran back up the wall behind it, scuttling up like a defeated tarantula.

Not having it, Kobeni darted after it, kicking off a nearby garbage bin and diving the blade into the scavenger's left ankle, using it as a climbing pick, stabbing back and back into their thigh, then their lower back, then to their shoulder, before pulling the fiend's head back for better access to their throat and slicing it open.

Hot gushes of blood sprayed onto the brick wall and she pushed off its dying body, using both hands for a dive-bombing stab to the leader.

Though, this one proved faster, twisting its wiry body and using its booted foot to kick her square in the stomach, sending Kobeni flying off toward Gold Blade, who gracefully caught her.

"Kek… Kek. Not bad, Kazuma. Not bad at all. One day I'll have you by the balls. Literally. One day for sure…" The lead scavenger said with a grace, jumping off the top of the van and into the air at an absurd speed.

"W-who… what…?" She left her focused mode, her muscles and body loosening up after deeming the threat no longer in the area. The adrenaline dissipated from her veins as she kept a firm grip on the tanto just in case.

"Bloody scavengers. Twisted lot, they are." He gently set her down, wiping his blade clean with a napkin and sheathing it back into its scabbard. "Thank goodness you were here or else my testicles and bits woulda been harvested right here in this alley. Come on. Let's get outta here–Er… Well, we'll have to jog it. Van's totaled."

Going with this guy seemed a lot better than going out there for the time being.

He tried to massage his growing headache, but the migraine only intensified behind his right eye. Staring at computer screens and doing constant patrols really didn't suit his image as wanting to be an upstanding doer of justice.

But it was a requirement and prerequisite before his senior would even consider giving him a recommendation and opportunity to shadow. Tsuakuchi, a mere patrol officer, adjusted his chair and leaned back, stretching.

The station was busy today. Not too far away, the call operators' phones rang almost every minute and officers doled out in droves. He'd not be surprised to be sent out today after lunch. He took one last bite of his blueberry yogurt before tossing it into a trashbin nearby.

Crime is at an all time high, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that most of the villains and criminals stemmed from organized crime syndicates.

Some of them came from the Yakuza branches, whilst others were homebrew villains trying to make names for themselves. All of it created an intricate web he'd carefully have to pick apart to find the main distributors of this harmful substance.

But his moment of respite had been quickly broken when Gori, a mountain of muscle and the head of a gorilla set down a big pile of binders.

"Got some new blood for you to show around the station, Tsukauchi."

Tsukauchi looked up from his computer to see a lean man with big yellow eyes, ginger-tabby cat fur adorning his head.

"Sansa Tamagawa. At your service, sirs!" Sansa raised his right hand into a salute and straightened his posture. His black suit crisp and clean like he'd picked it from the dry cleaner today.

"Gori…?"

"Apologies, Tsukauchi, but I've got an interview today with two women claiming something about lizard-looking thieves in their neighborhood. I'd do it, but I'm terrible with introductions. Would you be so kind as to show him around?"

Tsukauchi smiled and rose, shaking Sansa's hand and gesturing to him to follow. "I suppose I can. Come on then. You supposed to be my partner?"

The tabby-cat man saluted again. "Yes, sir! I look forward to working with you!"

"Yeah, me too. Might make my patrols easier knowing I got someone to watch my back." Tsukauchi said, looking past Sansa's shoulder, over the many cubicles and busy-body police officers, to see Chief Kenji talking to the senior Detective in his office.

One day, Naomasa. One day that'll be you in there.

AN: Kobeni is being pulled into the clutches of Yakuza and the man think's she's part of his troupe considering her fit XD

Here's another chapter of this silly tale featuring our loveable Kobeni XD

Also, as you can see, this is acting as a timeline where Tsukauchi isn't a bonafide detective yet, villains and criminals are running amok constantly, and there'll be more heroes either in their prime or before they were big-time hotshots.

Kobeni will definitely be seeing some crazy stuff in this world XD