"Sound familiar, Hinasuke?"
The air tightened. Hinasuke's irises glowed a deep shade of green, his jaw tightened and breathing laboured.
He got up slowly, his voice low as he spoke, "What the hell do you...know about ME." It wasn't a question, it was an accusation, a threat disguised as a statement.
Mai, sadistic and grinning, took a single step forward and the table split perfectly into two. She didn't lift a finger. Or... maybe she did and it was just too fast.
"Uhm, Dacchi?" Number 10, the big man, muttered.
"Not yet..." Number 9, Dacchi, replied, his tone serious and low. His hands glowing a faint black.
Mai stepped forward slowly, slower than she intended to as she rolled her eyes back, licking the blood off her dagger, "I know lots of things about you, my love..."
Hina's brows furrowed, stepping back and removing his hands from his pockets, "My love? What are you, insane?" He growled, hands together as he took up a simple boxing stance.
She just took another step, giggling as the lights flickered on and off, "Insane? I'm not insane, do I sound insane? I don't think I do..."
The lights flickered off, just for a brief moment. But that was more than enough.
The lights flickered back on and she was gone.
Then...
He felt her breath hot against is neck as she licked him.
Immediately, Hinasuke took a wild swing, only to be met with air as the woman giggled behind him, "What are you swinging at? I'm still right over here~"
Hinasuke growled as he spun around, gauntlet already formed in his hand, "DON'T MESS WITH ME—!!"
But before the Brute could land a blow, Dacchi held his wrist suddenly.
"Woah there...easy." he purred.
Hina's eyes slid to the tall man who's hands were glowing a black mist. His eyes flashed with anger and annoyance as he clenched his other fist, his right hand, the stronger hand.
"LET ME GO—!!"
But his hand was instantly shut down...by a massive object.
No, not object. Person.
"If Dacchi says stop. You stop."
Hina's eyes slid up to his right slowly, taking in the man whose back touched the ceiling. His fist collided with 10's left thigh. His thigh, alone, was bigger than half his own body.
But, just before anyone else could do anything further, before Hina burst into a fit of rage...
The air hummed.
Not an audible one, but the kind of hum that rippled through their chests and settled in their hearts.
They all looked at each other, but it was only Hinasuke who knew what that feeling was.
In fact, even Yano, still being interrogated by Sumi and Yoshida, sitting in the waiting room, knew what that was. All three of them knew. And all three of them had one shared thought:
"Akira."