A walk around and meeting in the moonlight[open]

Alexiel had came into Nadashiki since she had been curious about it for quite a while. She just wondered what she going to do and she just been looking at the moon she had loved the moon. The moon had made her happy to see it outside since she had been trying to figure out what she had been doing so far. She had been in and out of the Velvet Room since she had wanted to learn about humans. She just didn't know if it was all worth it that she had been learning about humans. Alexiel could just act like a regular attendant but that was unlike her. She had just wanted to learn about the humans since it was a drive for her to grow as an Attendant. She had hoped that nobody would try to hurt her since she didn't bring out her weapon unless it was needed.

Gabishi was walking in a beautiful night in Nadashiki. He was lucky that today he didn't have to work so that he can enjoy a night like that. As always he was walking those streets with his favorite black lather jacket that always keep him warm. Gabishi slowly put his hand to his pocket reaching for his cigarettes and lighter. He grabbed a cigarette and slowly put into his mouth. WIth a quick movement of his hand he light up the cigarette before putting the lighter back inside his pocket. As he walk under the bright moon, Gabishi saw a pink haired girl, and as always Gabishi's cheecks become a little red since he always become nervous around girls. Suddenly he saw two delinquents around there approaching the woman trying to flirt with her. Hey, baby... where are you going? One of the two delinquents asked to the pink haired woman. Want to play with us? The second delinquent asked to her. Looking at that Gabishi was kinda pissed off, why this delinquents always try to ruin someone else evening. Gabishi decided to approach the two delinquents. Is there a problem here? Gabishi said while looking down at the two delinquents.

It wasn't that he enjoyed this. ... Okay, so maybe he lied. Maybe he did enjoy plunging himself into the midst of conflict, caught up in the frenzy of violence-prone assholes and thugs. Perhaps there was a charm in inflicting pain to others, and at the same time a strange cathartic effect when receiving it in return. It kept his mind off those things that plagued his mind day by day. But sometimes ... just every so rare often, he deeply regretted his decisions. Now, the reason why he would come to regret his actions wouldn't always be the same, but they usually followed similar threads of reasoning. Sometimes he was ashamed at his lack of restraint, other times he was upset at how he could not solve certain problems.

Tonight, however, he regretted his decisions primarily because he was just damned annoyed at how ridiculous these events were growing out of proportion.

. . . Let's wind the clock to about twenty minutes ago

So a leisurely stroll about the streets of Nadashiki was customary nowadays. He could not give a damn about all the thugs out there on the streets, particularly since they were aggressive enough assholes to try to attack him in the first place anyway. Then again, he probably deserved it considering he had a tendency to never back down if caught up in fight with reasonable odds.

Right ... reasonable odds.

So why was it that he was staring at a pack of twenty-something delinquents, mostly coming from a collection of small gangs rather than one group, and all seemed to be glaring at him?

"There's the son of a bitch! You're gonna pay for messing with each of us!" One de facto leader fingered him the moment he spotted him, and without even checking if he was correct, that riled up all the assholes within moments who were now shouting death threats at him.

'... ... well. Fuck me.' was the only passing thought he had before turning and running like mad before they could get any closer.

"The bitch is running away! GET HIM!"

So yeah, that was why he had run all around Nadashiki being chased by a pack of angry, angry gang members that had somehow doubled in size, and had STILL not managed to shake them off. Really, this was getting ridiculous. He knew they were going to want revenge on him one of these days, but c'mon! He had his ass kicked a few times by them in the past as well, and they seemed to think it was an equal trade for all of their members he hospitalized ... well, okay. Maybe it wasn't that fair a trade considering, while he got the shit kicked out of him, he managed to escape permanent damage thanks to some 'friends.'

At this point, he had been chased into a building of some sorts ... hell, where was he? He'd been scurrying around, fleeing like a madman, and skulking all to avoid being caught and to get as far away from these assholes, but either they just kept on him or spotted him and gave chase!

So right now he had found himself in this room that apparently was for lease or something, what with the general emptiness with a pack of angry, angry bastards wanting a piece of him rushing towards here and the fact he was at least a couple floors above the ground. Fortunately it seemed there was some unlucky person directly below him that, if he could pull this off ... MAYBE the fall wouldn't hurt as much.

Maybe.

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"It's none of your business, you b-" that was about all the time the first delinquent had anything to say to Hikuro before he was flattened to the ground from Kazuya using him as a cushion for his landing.

"Gah, fucking hell! This is the last time I do something as stupid as that again!" the diminutive teen picked himself up as though jumping out windows and landing on top of other people was part of his daily business. He clearly wasn't all that badly off, either suggesting the girth of the delinquent he landed on was a sufficiently thorough and gelatinous one ... or he was just used to this sort of thing.

"Y-you! You're that half-breed punk who's been screwing with our gang!" the second thug suddenly exclaims after carefully analyzing this strange kid who had just dropped out of nowhere. He also had this strange distinct whiny nasal tone of voice. So distinct that Kazuya recognized him!

"And you're the húndàn who stole my wallet! GIVE IT BACK!!!" he roars in response before rushing at the taller asshole who promptly received a kick straight into ... well let's think about it: If he's shorter than his opponent and attempts to kick him, chances are (unless he's intentionally aiming high, which he normally doesn't) that hit is going to strike rather low. So while the poor idiot was now inelegantly blubbering while collapsed on the ground clutching his slowly dying future spawn, he simply retrieved his damn wallet from his pockets with nary a second glance. Except maybe a quick stomp into the back of his head for good measure. Normally, he'd be a bit more careful about picking a fight, especially since he had a whole pack of gang members chasing him ... but right now, considering his wallet was an important item in his life, caution was irrelevant.

That was about when he noticed two bystanders who had been around and just witnessed ... well ... what he was doing.

"I swear this is not what it looks like." he puts up his hands defensively, as if he did not just mysteriously appear out of nowhere, drop on top of one delinquent and proceed to bust the other one's nuts to retrieve his wallet and maybe the poor eunuch's.

For Kazuya's disgrace it wouldn't be long before his persecutors arrived to the place from where he had defenestrated himself in a desperate attempt to escape.

"THERE HE IS!! GET HIM!!"

And so, before they could do anything, the three of them would find themselves surrounded with the quickly approaching thugs. "Did you thought that you could escape, motherfucker?, This time you are gonna learn from once and for all" The gangsters had now formed a circle around Kazuya and were now approaching him slowly, ready to beat him to a pulp.

"Well, well"... Look what we've got here..."

Suddenly, a voice halted the advance of the group towards their victim. It was a beautiful voice. In fact, many would recognize it from the internet and other media... However, for any gangster it was a dreadful voice.

From the surrounding darkness, people started emerging, one after another as the group observed in fear. Soon, no less than what appeared to be fifty people was observing the other 25.

"F-fuck... It's the Czech...", said the leader, suddenly transformed into a trembling kitty. And just as the words were uttered, a teenager with ivory skin stepped from behind the group. It was Abel Mistral, one of the most popular singers among today's youth and gang leader. And he wasn't happy. At all.

"I thought that it was clear what we thought about you getting your sorry asses inside our territory... But it looks like I should... Reinforce the message... Don't you think?"

"I-in fact, Abel-san, we were already leaving, please forgive us us!". And just like that, they ran off like there was no tomorrow.

It was only then, when the view was no longer obstructed by the group, that he saw Hikuro. The filthy liar.

Abel's crimson eyes narrowed as he sent him a deathglare. "You too. Leave this place now. You are not welcome here."