Bluebird and His [Clingy] Pigeon

Meet The Mafia

     Chihiro's gander fell onto the strobe-light-illuminated alleyway. A line of people were waiting outside the facility. He'd Loom over the guests with ominous mannerism. Dark sunglasses covered his intense glare, these glasses enhanced the cold expression he held. This expression was more of a cover; a formality. The job wasn't particularly interesting. He allowed guests in steadily, as the job implied. They'd only been permitted to search for any suspicious behavior from the guests. It was comedic; considering what occurred in the club.

They had been hired despite their status and to keep any threatening people out of the club, though not everyone left out was dangerous. He suddenly felt his earpiece buzz. Placing an index finger on the device and pressing a small button that was located towards the bottom of the accessory. This worked as a tiny radio for all members to communicate, it was small and convenient, and even more importantly, hard to see. If Chihiro ever found himself in combat, or any sort of task that involved full focus, it'd be difficult to carry around a large walkie talkie. Plus, it was cool, and made them seem more professional. Chihiro just wanted a reason to invest in these earpieces for the team. – Anyways, a voice came over the speaker, quiet enough so it could be heard in his ear, but soft enough nobody else could peek in on their conversation.

"I need backup in Area 04. Over." He narrowed his eyes before speaking, suspicious.

"Jim, come cover my post. On my way, over." Chihiro placed a hand in front of the crowd, stopping entry.

"No one will enter until instructed to." His voice was clear, making sure the entire line understood the announcement. He shut the door behind him as he entered the facility. He rushed in, multi-colored lights filled the club, he needed a minute to adjust to it. People making out, getting drunk, and parties chatting and dancing filling the room alongside the neon lights. He pushed past the crowd, making his way to the area that was specified in the message.

He entered a small room, where the deals occurred. A client had been overly violent, and the two people that stood by were struggling to overcome their power. Chihiro hissed, sending signals to the team that had been at the building. It was as if he'd sent a code red simply by thinking. It was instant. He approached the suspect and snapped his fingers, folding his hands neatly behind his back afterwards. That was all he needed to do anyway. The attacker suddenly lifted, thrashing their feet as they were thrusted into the air. The plan was to kill them, they seemed stupid, drunk definitely, and they didn't mean anything to Chihiro, and god forbid if they were to speak out about this if he let them live. He was going to bring death to them, and it was the only thing his underlings expected him to do.

He pressed the attacker harshly against the wall, pinning their limbs simply without lifting a finger. The enraged client started to ball his fist, with this, an orb of blue lightning replaced their hand. The lanky figure chuckled, smiling as the person struggled against – What seemed to be – absolutely nothing. It was extremely amusing to Chihiro – despite the control he always had due to his high position anyway, this strengthened his (already massive) ego. He completely expected his component to strike, but due to their restrained position, it was difficult. He pressed the button once again on the radio-like device that rested on his ear, and spoke.

"Evacuate the building, over." He raised his brows as he removed his glasses, revealing his dark gaze.

"I didn't expect this kind of "entertainment" this late in the job. However, I'm sure we will both enjoy it greatly."

He said, his smirk audible, even if there was still a darkness in his tone.

Chihiro licked his lips before he struck the man before him, a rush of air ran straight into his target's face. The harsh impact weakened the man even more. He went to manipulate the man's arms, as if to break them, but was cut from his attempt to do so with an extreme electric shock to his abdomen. All force that contained the man fell in an instant, as Chihiro didn't expect a strong attack from this idiot. He was hit with another harsh strike to his gut. He toppled over, catching himself with a hand, while the other clutched his stomach. As the opponent came closer to deliver another attack, Chihiro whipped his hand forwards, successfully sweeping him off his feet, making him collapse. Chihiro shrugged the brief stumble off, recomposing himself with a very quiet sigh. The others in the room restrained the unhinged opponent with their own other worldly powers. One woman blasted the man with a raging fire, which they quickly combated with lighting, the pressure made the bystanders recoil backwards. This sent a rippling seriousness into the room, that things were still dangerous. Chihiro attempted to stand, but quickly failed, groaning. He couldn't attempt to strike the man, his power wasn't at its fullest. It'd be embarrassing. So he'd let someone else deal with it.

The one who blasted fire had crimson hair that almost seemed to be made of fire itself. however in the midst of fighting, her hair soon reflected the properties of flames she shot, literally. She rampaged, her flames growing with her anger. The fierce women barreled several blazing attacks towards the man. This had burned the man's skin, as well as clothing. He backed towards a corner (which reminded Chi of a rat) crawling backwards on his hands and knees.

Chihiro rose from his lying position, propping himself up with his hands, taking a moment in this position to catch his breath. A low laughter escaping his lips, this distracted the current fighters, and the bystanders. Stopping all movement from both opponents. He rose to his feet, his fists clenched, his smug expression quickly faded into a harsh glare as his gaze landed on the burned man. Cold air wrapped and tightened around his neck, causing the man to struggle beneath his invisible grip. He approached the suffocated man, and proceeded to un-elegantly kick the struggling man in the dick.

"Consider this a reward." He smiled in his cold and sinister way, chuckling to relieve it after. He backed up, before proceeding with his business. His anger after being overpowered fading as he watched his work.

He tightened his grip, the man tried to desperately cling onto something that wasn't there. He added his invisible restraints to the man's wrists, squeezing them brutally until they turned the same color as his face. He squirmed under his tight reinforcements. This got a cackle out of chihiro, watching him struggle under his power, under his control. What bliss he thought to himself, watching as the man's eyes lost their light. As he did, Chihiro's wind released, dissipating into the room as quickly as they had come. Chihiro stumbled as he felt a sudden light-headedness. He pushed a palm to his forehead, widening his stance to keep his balance. Yet, even with his efforts to keep himself upright, he found himself back on the ground, out cold.