"Trust me," Jana smiled easily. Well, she knew that one way or another, Mei would find out. Gang members would honestly be a mercy, but she was cheerfully quiet as they headed into Red. Red was...Red would be Red, it was practically self-sustainable. But when people started realizing that DC wouldn't be patrolling anywhere near them, things got...rowdy. Even though Mei and Jana were hardly in uniform -if there were even any uniforms left-, people were giving them little more than a dismissal.
But the place was a mess, it was clear that fighting had been a steady, constant thing. But much like a good party, or a nice spar...people were still around and about, just kind of...ignoring any particulars of the damage. Red survived through a lot of things, some thugs trying to assert their dominance wasn't much different. Just this time, street fights were in uniform or out. Nobody cared, there was no sense of order.
Well, there was some.
"So, remember what I said about-" Jana stopped, and put her arm out to stop Mei. A half second later, the window to the nearby manga shop shattered in a thunderous explosion. Jana winced a little in surprise as a trio of students came flying out and landed on the street. There was a long, drawn out...and annoyed sigh as the student stepped out with a rub of his head, his iron kanabo resting against his shoulder.
"Could I get a goddamn second t'breathe from you little fucking maggots?" Komoku Rokujo groused. "How many times do I have t'tell you, you don't start fights unless you got your uniform on? Everyone starts actin' like rabid dogs and I have to start puttin' them down. Man needs rest every once and a while, y'know?"
"Fuck you!" One of the students muttered as they scrambled to their feet, settling into fighting stances as they rose back up. Komoku frowned a little in annoyance, digging out earwax with his pinky as he casually flicked it on the road. "There isn't any DC anymore, Komoku! We can do whatever the fuck we want!"
"Uh huh," Komoku drawled. "Look, little puppy dogs. Either you walk back home like good little boys and suck on your mothers tit and tell her how tough you were today, or you limp home because you met someone with some real fangs." he smirked slowly. "And really, piss is a pain to get out of clothes, you know? It's just messy, and it stinks...fuck knows you people probably don't even know what 'hydrated' means-"
That seemed to be enough to incite them to action. The leader -which Komoku surmised because he was the dumbest looking- rushed forward in an impressive display of martial arts that he probably got off the back of a DVD case and attacked with a visually impressive roundhouse that Komoku caught almost out of reflex, fingers gripping his foot. His grip was like iron, and his expression bored as the boy blinked in surprise before swallowing.
"S'real pretty, buddy." Komoku drawled. "Got another one?"
"Fucking ass!" he hissed, spinning off his other foot to try and get Komoku in the face, he leaned back an inch and twisted his grip, instead spinning the boy with a surprised yelp as he slammed face first in the pavement. The second one rushed forward and weaved in, his fist crackling with lightning as Komoku took a step back and to the right at the last second as lightning ripped across the front of the store, and he reared down and slammed his forehead against the student. The impact thundered into the air as the boy's head jerked back viciously and he hit the ground next to his idiot friend.
The third boy just blinked in surprise as Komoku stared at him, scratching his forehead a little. He had barely moved, and two of them were down with a surprising amount of restraint.
"So, little puppy dog...why don't you pick up your friends, tell the rest of your fuckheaded social circle to stop acting like a bunch of wild animals? Hmm?" Komoku said, waiting a moment before his brow furrowed and the boy stood ramrod straight.
"Y...Yeah, right! Thanks, Komoku! I mean-"
"Shut up, take your idiots." Komoku said, kicking one and then the other over, they went tumbling across the street with pitiful groans. The boy babbled some kind of apology or whatever as he scooped up his friends and uneasily headed down the road. Sure enough...there was that trail of urine. Komoku sighed, rubbing his neck a moment. That would have been so much more damn fun if he could have...let loose, but...well. Fucking Ice Bitch would come rolling around and- his eyes glanced over to the side curiously. And...sure enough?
Fucking Ice Bitch. God Dammit.
"Hey Boss," Komoku grinned. "You look less attractive with clothes on, you get all better? I fucked you up pretty awful."
"...So uh..." Jana said sheepishly. "...Let me introduce one of your new field officers, Mei. Komoku Rokujo."
