Toman's Little Sister

65 | Odd

"Get your ass back here!" You chased Tora down your street, eying your phone clutched in his teeth.

You saw someone pick him up and you stopped. "Sorry, that's— Hanma!"

"It's 5:30pm. I wasn't expecting you to be up and running this evening." He grinned.

"You seem to be doing a lot better." You held out your hands and he gave you Tora. With a sigh, you pried your phone from his teeth and set him on the ground. This time, he didn't run.

"Looks like he's just a mischievous one." Hanma said as he knelt down and pet Tora's head.

You smiled a bit. Even the most despicable guys can't help but adore cats, huh?

"His name's Tori?"

"Tora."

Hanma eyed you with a hint of suspicion in his eyes. You picked up the cat. "It has nothing to do with Kazutora. What are you doing?"

"Just roaming."

"Your family would turn you in if you went back?" He didn't give you an answer. But you wouldn't pry a homeless man for his backstory. "Come with me. My mom's not home."

"Oh? What does your mom not being home have to do with anything?"

"Get your head out of your flat ass, I mean there's too much food at home."

Hanma was an odd character, I know that for sure. He's certainly strong, and incredibly loyal. Yet, when you saw him crumble, it was like you could question everything you ever thought of him. He was a zombie, for sure, but zombies were once human.

You opened your front door. "Just so we're clear-"

"Yeah, yeah, don't try anything." He grinned at you. "You're higher than the three deities. I know that my organs would be on the black market in moments if I try anything."

Your eyebrows raised. Where did that lanky, cocky, zombie-like guy from two years ago disappear to? "Right... do you have any preferences?"

"Vegetarians are cowards."

"Guess not then." You pulled out two plates from your cabinet.

"You know, you're a pretty levelheaded person."

"What do you mean?"

"You've never properly lashed out at someone, have you?" He grinned. "Like your leader did."

You paused, the two plates in hand, so tightly gripped that Hanma thought you were going to throw them at you. But like he said, you're a pretty levelheaded person. You placed the two plates on the counter and sighed. "I just don't find a point."

"In what?"

"Lashing out at people. People just lose when that happens. Lose their sanity, their morals, everything. So I don't find a point."

"You were always the brain of Toman, wise-ass."

Your brow twitched, but you still slid the plate in front of him. "There's a difference between being academically smart, street smart, and emotionally smart. There's also a lot more than that." You placed the other plate in the centre of the table. "I happen to be all three of those."

"Conceited much?"

"Nope. I'm just a badass." You couldn't hide your grin and you turned away. "I'm obviously kidding. I've melted down before. I've never gotten a bad grade but I work my ass off, balancing... everything with a school life. The streets are a place where your fists turn into your brain."

Hanma stared at you for a second. He was different when he was silent. Intentionally silent at least. You could see those examining eyes.

"What do you think of each of the deities?"