Chainsaw Boy

Chapter 8:Initiation

Here Denji thought too himself quietly as he turned too look at the door, Whos here?. Thinking on it, he realized he shouldnt be too suprised. After all when he met Makima she had men flanking her at either side, and that was just a day prior.

"Can you get it for me Denji?" Makimas words cut through his thoughts as they often had. Her orders rung in his brain, demanding attention. "Y-yeah! of course!" he chirped. She smiled at him warmly "Good boy". Quickly he ran off too the door clutching it open. Hand against the doornob, He felt an anticipation come over him. Who was the guy coming over? A friend? A family member? Or maybe.. a Sugar Daddy. The thought echoed in his mind.  He heard the term once before, but he had the sneaking suspicion it definitely did not involve candy.

He decided too still grab the nob tightly, pulling the door open he tried his best to assume the best. It cant be that bad.. he thought Miss Makima has too much jam to be a criminal. The door swinging open, he decided to open the door with a smile like he'd seen on TV. "Helloo...." his voice drifted away from him, the darkness of someone elses shadow slowly began to envelop him. Denji could feel his jaw go slack as he took in the man. Tall and broad, a man who looked well into his 40s loomed over him. His hair was styled, if sloppily, with earings adorning each ear. A wicked scar ran straight up the left side of his jaw all the way to his cheek.

"So your the runt huh?"

Denji paused as he watched the man glare down at him. He could his body freeze, Denji knew stares, anger, sadness, even pity, he knew all of them. But the one that he felt here was something knew. It was like the man could stare through him, as though his stare could pierce his heart. Truth was, Denji could believe it.

Makima seemed less afraid "Nice to see your we-"

"Shh.. Shut it"

Denjis mind stuttered. This guy just told Miss Makima too shut it up? So... he's her boss? He threw his head down quickly as to avoid eye contact.

"Hey kid..." the man asked, his words dragging Denjis attention. Still avoiding eye contact Denji mustered the will power to speak. "Y-yeah?"

"Move out the way would you?" Denji flipped around still shaking. "S-sorry." he muttered before walking out of the mans way tucking himself behind the door.

He couldnt help but tense as he saw the lumbering man drunkenly stumble too the couch. Drunks were never trustworthy, not to him. No matter how pathetic or "down on their luck" they were to other adults. All Denji could see was danger.  Adults can fight back. The sentement seared to his mind. A mantra best never forgotten.

"Denji."

He jerked to makimas call, eyes suddenly finding her in what he could only hope was her bemusement. She kept the same half cocked smile, which, he was beginning too assume was permanantly glued to her face. Her hand patting to the couch beside her. "We'll have much to discuss"

Much to discuss? he thought like the heck we do! Denji did not trust the man at all. He stank of boos to start with, he also looked like you pulled a rat out of the gutter. He pauses Well wait I was a covered in blood when she met me... He shook his head no Im different. he thought quietly he's gross and I'm a kid.

The Tall man stares at him "Your recruiting children now? thats messed up. even for you" His voice sits flat. As lifeless eyes stare coldy into Denji. Frankly he'd be lying if it didnt scare him a little. He leaned against Makima, trying to hide behind her for comfort. "M-maki-"

"Not right now" she patted his back twice her focus still on the tall man. He shurked from the dismissal but decided to obey, better not to upset the hand that feeds Denji. he rationalized.

"Kishibe." she calmly started again "I wanted to introduce you to Denji here, I think you'll find him fairly interesting."

Kishibe? he thought to himself never heard that name before. Kishibe leans forward "Really? and why would I find an eight yearold interesting?"

Makima stared back a small smile curling on her lips. "Hes a hybrid. Youngest alive."

Kishibe suprisingly rose a brow, Something that Denji took pride in. Thats right be amazed! im frickin awesome. And your a drunk rat. He exclaimed in the safety of his mind. But he couldnt stop the cheeky grin tugging at his face.

"Cool. Whered you manage to skrunge him up from?" he asked taking a long look at his flask. "Found him in a warehouse surrounded by dead Yakuza and the zombie devil."

"Damn. thats metal." he looked at Denji one of actual acknowledgement. Which somehow felt more worrying. "Wanna get strong?"

"I...." he paused it felt right out of a comic book. He didnt really know how to reply, How do you reply to something that awesome. Like a superhero? that'd be cool.

Makima interjected quickly, interrupting Denjis dreams before they could truly fester. "Thats not why I called you here today, Kishibe. Training will be later, for now..." she ruffled Denjis hair "I just want you to be aquainted"

Kishibe stared a brow raised "Why?" it was the first inflection of actual confusion that Denji could notice. He had admit though he shared in Kishibes confusion, why was he here if not that? Nothing else really made sense. He couldnt help but wonder what exactly it was. But no amount of wondering was going to prepare him for the answer

"Simple, Because your going to be his babysitter."