Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo
Hana Kurosawa
Hana Kurosawa
Hana's arms heaved with the effort, as she gritted her teeth with all her might, intent on not budging an inch. She eyed the reactions of her siblings and comrades in arms. They seemed to be quickly gathering their senses...for the most part. Even though she was under strain, she smiled weakly at Takumi, Rin, the kids and the newcomer. "Yeah, everyone will be safe." she said, lying through her teeth as she knew she couldn't guarantee everyone's safety. It was either her safety or those one she was giving shelter...and the nonwritten code of fraternality among the sames species dictated that the latter had taken preference.
And there was Itsuki, begging her to switch places, as if some kind of self-inflicted torture and himself becoming the escapegoat would solve anything. No, that would hardly do anything. She could never sell her kin to buy time. And besides.
"Are you stupid? If i move an inch, they will get in! You are in no situation to argue, now g-" Hana's beckon was cut short as a Koukaku Quinque, in the shape of a giant sword cut through the door and Hana's left side of her chest with such force the weapon nailed the now unconscious body of the ghoul doctor against a wall, bleeding profusely.
"Pe-ew, looks like I owe you money. This busybody of a second rate B-class trash was really up to something, Associate Special class." One of the inspectors stepped in. Cocky, confident, even staring down at such a cadre of ghouls. A special class dispatch. And he wasn't alone. "We get the whole set. I bet two of these are the Kakujas we want."
"Well, um. Tough luck then. Oh, we can probably get some cool Quinques out of these!" One of the female companions cheered nonchalantly. Also a special class. It seemed like a full-blown massive party, formed by several ward's agents, completely oversized for hunting a ghoul as seemingly harmless as Hana, but perfectly reasonable for two kakujas.
I...I am sorry, I miscalculated. Hana thought, as strength was leaving her quickly, her vision becoming blurrier and blurrier. I should have thought that if they followed Miyako and Itsuki they would bear proportional power. She bitterly chided herself as she could only be a silent witness of the struggle that was about to unfold.