A Mentor's Hand (文豪ストレイドッグス)

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Chuuya sighed. "No, you don't need machine guns to capture them, you idiot." He put his hand to his face, scowling at his subordinate.

A minor gang tried to get into a warehouse. They were just a bunch of kids from the slums. Currently, his men were running after them, but failing miserably.

Chuuya twisted his hat, scowling before taking off. In moments he landed in front of the kids, shaking the ground a bit. One of them - a girl, gasped. She fell backwards, hitting the ground harshly. She looked like she was 10. One of the boys looked down at her worriedly. He looked like a sibling.

They reminded him of the sheep.

Two of them pulled out pocket knives from their coats, and bore them in front of the rest of the group. There was five kids in total.

Chuuya walked towards them slowly, his gloved hands kept in his pockets carelessly. The kids looked at him in fear, shadows passing through their face. At that moment, Chuuya made a decision.

Wh-what are you going to do to us?" The stuttered, tears forming on her dirty face. Her brother embraced her protectively.

"I'm going to give you guys a warning..." chuuya said softly, his blue eyes dim. The children relaxed, if only a bit. The one boy, who looked like he might be the leader in this, looked suspicious.

"What kind of warning?"

"Fortunately - for you guys, I seem to go softer on kids the older I get, so I'm gonna let you guys go."

The brother helped his sister up. Chuuya turned his attention to the girl. "You've got a long ways to go," he murmured. Before she could retort, the leader grabbed them all and they ran away. In the distance he could hear them.

"I thought the mafia would've killed us for sure!"

"Maybe they aren't as tough as we thought."

"Are you kidding?! That was Chuuya Nakahara; he literally could have turned us to powder in a second!"

"Well in any case, the information we got was rot, or we were just caught at a bad time.."

"I told you we shouldn't trust them."

"Ni-San I don't want to this anymore!"

"We have nowhere els..."

Their voices faded, chuuya stood up and fixed his hat. He turned around, where one of his men, whome he knew by the name a Charle (probably a fake name) was waiting with a paper in hand.

Chuuya took the sheet, which had profiles for all five children. They had come together only a couple weeks ago by the looks of it. The little group hasn't managed to pull of any crime yet.

"It's becoming more and more common these days," Chuuya mused. Charle leaned over, glancing at the paper. "What is?"

"Small crime. Parents leaving their kids. Kids leaving their parents... the youth is turning a bad stone." Charle thought for a moment. "Well I guess it's up to us to fix that."

"They'll know the fear of the mafia, that's what'll scare 'em away," another person shouted. Chuuya smiled, glad his men were in the right mood.

They searched the warehouse, just to be sure no one had stayed behind or nothing was stolen. There was barely anything in the old building to begin with, just empty boxes for shipping and some towels.

For a moment he thought about Kiyo, and how her mission was going. This morning, she had woken up incredibly dizzy, horror painted on her face.

The kid didn't even say anything to him, just grabbed her stuff and fled. He was left to shrug, hoping she was alright.

At that moment, his small phone rang. It was a message from the girl, calling for backup. Chuuya cursed to himself, and took off.