The Huntsman of Red V2

Chapter 15 Yellow and Black: Part 5B

If Shirou felt that that there was something different about the way that Yang was staring at him, he paid it no mind in favour of ignoring Summer who was floating beside him. Summer had gone beyond the stage of whatever emotional swings that she'd been going through, and had successfully entered the dead zone. Her stare was flat, and the light in her eyes chilling to the bone. It was the kind of face that one would make when one no longer had the ability to react, and he didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

On one hand, Summer wasn't doing anything to him, but on the other, she could just be plotting to do something to him. In either case, he decided that it would be best to mentally prepare himself for the worst. Women could be scary, and resistance often made them fiercer. Call him a coward, but the women that he'd met in his life weren't the kind that anyone would associate the word 'weak' with. One had been called a Witch, the other a King, another a Tiger, and the list just went on.

Regardless, he had to focus.

He picked Yang up, ignoring the way that she insisted that she was capable of moving on her own. He doubted her claim. Her twisted ankle that she was valiantly trying to hide in order to save her own personal image wasn't helping.

It was dangerous where they were standing, so he directly leapt high into the air with his arm rapped around Yang's waist. He wasn't even caring about holding himself back anymore in favour of guaranteeing the safety of those around him. In no way could he be proud to call himself a Heroic Spirit if he prioritized the safety of one individual when he had more than enough ability to save everyone.

That wasn't what a Hero would do.

The clothes that he had been wearing to obscure his features had largely been ripped and torn as he had partially dematerialized in order to phase through the bramble of the trees in order to reach Yang in time. From beneath the sturdy trench cloak, spots of red could be seen through the holes in the fabric. His mask, the most important aspect of his disguise had a crack that ran down the left side of his face. It could break at any moment, but that moment wasn't now because he reinforced the mask over his face in order for it to last longer.

His cover wasn't completely blown yet either because Yang wasn't too bright to pick up on the smaller details, or because there was too many Grimm attacking for others to care about his appearance.

It was fine by him. It worked better this way.

Wind whipped across his face, his sudden motion of jumping high into the air startling Yang who lost her grip on his traced dagger which clattered onto the ground.

"No wait!" Yang yelled, arms uselessly trying to reach for the dagger that she'd dropped. Inwardly she was screaming hysterically at herself for the blunder. Her eyes soon went bloodshot when she noticed a black cat suddenly swipe the dagger from the ground an instant later.

Shirou took notice of Yang's words and turned around only to see Blake still surrounded by Grimm. It would appear as if he had another person that he had to save, not that dropping Yang off with Ghira would take long anyway.

"Don't worry, I'll go back for her too," he assured Yang who must have made a new friend in his absence.

"Thief! Cat Burglar! Who needs you anyway!"

That wasn't the reaction that he was expecting, but Rin Tohsaka, an old friend of his, had acted the same towards him when they had first met. It must be a girl thing then. He chose not to dwell on the matter and quickly dropped Yang off with a surprised Ghira before speeding off to pick up Blake.

Blake hadn't expected how fast he'd be because as soon as she had seen him deposit Yang with Ghira, he was already beside her and bringing her to safety much to her parent's relief.