"Ruu will punch your face off if you make Kitty cry." His warning dropped, he put back the trinket in his bag. Got a grab on it and looked in his direction. "Ruu will go in last, ever watching you." He added darkly.
He was as pleased to see that newcomer tagging along as Lancer, yet Rin gave the thumbs up, so he will comply to it for now. However he wouldn't hesitate to smite down the guy would he attempt anything weird. His heavy gaze falling upon Archer's back, he pushed on his the man's leg forward.
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"Yes, I'm on my way. Do not damage the goods, can't make profits out of it if you reduce it to pieces."
Telling this to me, you dickwad.
"Sure. Just make sure the end of your bargain comes along." Answered Shuya before ending the call.
The hybrid turned to the "package" he was ordered to deliver, still not sure why this one was precious enough to warrant a "good shape" to begin with.
He sighed longly before approaching the person lying down on the couch. The work had been messy, the methods barbarous even compared to his own standards. The girl was clearly in a shock state, her eyes widened and not quitting him. Had been lacerated in lots of places, bruises and wounds covered most of her half naked body when he found her. Right arm missing down the elbow. Probably had broken bones too. Messy work, which he should have led in person but he only noticed the girl when she was already pursued by a gang or werewolves. Got raped and hit all over the place before one of the bastards started feeding on her directly. Shuya killed the bunch but he was too late. Worst was the visage though. Clawed so many times he would have not recognized her if it weren't for her blue irises and the few strand black hair left. She looked nothing like the teenager he saw briefly earlier.
Shuya sighed again, he had tried to fix her as much as he could but he doubted she could ever be the same again. Crouched like a wounded beast on the side and wearing clothes he had to go fetch for her, face hidden by bandages save for the eyes and mouth, she looked pretty miserable. He didn't felt pity but he didn't like what he saw. The bandaged face looked at him, trying to appeal to his compassion in order to release her. After all, he was in the middle of work and while he wasn't into slavery market, she had no way to know that. Plus, that Valken bastard expected him to carry the thing through.
Eh, damn bastard better watches his ass.
His initial plan was to wait for him to come here, let him pick the girl, follow him to meet the client and then dispose of both at once. Garbage like' em wouldn't be missed. But here she was crying silently while looking at him. It pissed him off to no end to witness that. Hospital would take care of her. Probably would need people to support her though. Couldn't be him. Hardly an option when his job is mainly to cut down others. So it should be people she was with. Didn't speak a word though. Narrowing it down to the people she seemed to get along. The blond chick didn't seem too bad as far as an hypocrite good doer can be, at least. Yeah, she would do.
The man shook his head. He didn't have time for this shit.
"Hoy, get your ass up, kid."
He indicated his back while bending the knees. She rose to a sit, staring at him.
"Better hold tight, can't really maintain you still with one hand. I'll get you to the psychic vampire but don't you complain if she drinks you dry."
With hesitation, she climbed on his back and got a secured hold with her only hand left.
Shit, she's not even half my weight, assholes.
Maybe he should have reduced the beasts to a pulp rather than minced meat. He felt the girl crying against his back.
"The fuck imma doin'." With a growl of his own, he ran off the building.