Heroes Can Pull The Trigger Too

|01| From Assassin to Hero to Babysitter

A thick, uncomfortable silence hung around the man in front of her and the teenager as they walked down the lit corridors that were part of many that snaked around the Shie Hassaikai headquarters, the Yakuza boss claiming that it was to prevent - or, hold off, at most - any attacks from outside Heroes or other Villains who were foolish enough to attack the base, the girl not entirely sure what to make of this... strange... belief but she knew better than to start an argument with him.

The man in front of her was of narrow build with short auburn hair parted to the left. His narrow golden irises stared forward, his mouth covered by a magenta plague, avian-like mask, tipped and embroidered with golden thread. He wore a black shirt with matching pants, a pale tie around his neck and a belt coiled around his waist. Three beaded lobe piercings were punched into both ears. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, a low growl escaping as she sighed, trying to make some sort of conversation.

"So... you called me yesterday afternoon saying you wanted me to kill someone."

"Correct."

"If you're a Yakuza boss... then why don't you do it yourself? I have other things to do."

He eyed her with disdain.

"I don't like getting my hands dirty," he growled, the girl behind him sighing.

"That's fair, I suppose..."

"I'll give you the information tonight. For now..." they turned a corner, "you'll be taking care of someone for me."

"I arrived half an hour ago?"

"So?"

She pursed her lips, remaining silent.

"Who am I taking care of?"

"My daughter," he informed.

"Hah?" she scowled, grabbing him by the shoulder, "I think you called the wrong person, then, Chisaki. I'm not here to babysit some brat."

"Don't touch me," he snarled, echoing her tone, "and don't call me Chisaki, it's Overhaul."

"Besides, what you're here for is none of my concern, Crimson Death," he clucked disapprovingly, "I am your client and as an assassin, isn't it... your job to carry out my wishes?"

Rie's mouth formed a thin line as the man gave her a triumphant sneer, knowing he had won this argument. She stuffed her hands in her pockets, glaring to the side as she muttered for him to continue leading the way to wherever they were going, presumably to the child's room.

"To tell you the truth..." he hummed, "she's not my daughter. Her grandfather - that is, our boss - is currently in a coma and has entrusted her into my care."

"So you're not the boss of the Shie Hassaikai?"

"I took over after he fell into a coma."

She scowled, though she didn't respond further.

"Eri, huh?" she muttered, raising her voice back to her normal volume as they came to a stop outside a metal door, "fine."

She watched as Overhaul pushed open a door, revealing a dimly lit room that was littered with unopened toys and books alike. Peering further into the room, the girl could see a small girl who couldn't be older than five kneeling on her bed.

"You have a visitor," he stated bluntly, the girl flinching as she visibly trembled. The girl's hood covered her eyes, observing him darkly. "Say something."

"H-hello..."

"Louder," he barked, "she can't hear you, Eri."

"Hello!" she peeped.