"She can sing like this?!" Tomi could only stare in shock. Saiki was hitting every single vocal pitch in a tricky song with complete perfection. Kiryu was singing with her for a duet, and the result was astounding. When the song ended, they were both applauded for it.
"We are definitely going to have a good partnership," Kiryu chuckled at Saiki. She nodded with her own smile and looked at the entrance to the bar.
"Hey! I got the text. So...this is the secret weapon of the Tojo Clan, eh?" a slender man with a thinly styled mustache walked in. His black hair was slicked back with an undercut with shaved sides, and he adjusted his tinted, round glasses. He mainly wore a black leather jacket over an orange print shirt with grey shorts over black tights. His gold jewelry and small hoop earrings seemed to accent the rest of his attire, and he sat down with complete intrigue with his white sneakers off the floor.
"Possibly..." Saiki said and gave a small smirk.
"He's an ally," Kiryu nodded.
"Ah. You can do the talking," she nodded back.
"I'm curious of what the tattoo looks like," the man started.
"Zhao, you need to stop," Seonhee warned. "I saw...some of her methods of attack. She even got the drop on Joongi right in front of me. Don't fuck with her. She's the real deal."
"Really?!" Zhao asked with complete surprise.
"She did. My ankles still sting!" the white-haired man grimaced.
"We're back," Nanba said when he walked in with Adachi. "Those three men made it just in time to recover. They needed the extra blood, though."
"At least they lived," Seonhee nodded.
"Okay, I need to know what this little firecracker can do-!" Zhao started before finding himself staring at the six foot long scythe weapon half an inch away from his face. "Ah...oh shit..."
"Saiki. I get it. You had to defend yourself. Please put it back?" Kiryu sighed. She looked at him with a hard frown. She had the weapon held in one hand, and that actually had him a bit fascinated. "Huh. Is that lightweight?"
"Very," she grinned.
"Can I?" he asked. She laughed softly and let him grip the pole. "Huh! This only weighs like...five pounds...?!"
"About that much," she grinned a bit more. "It's a rather intricate alloy that I was able to make with a lot of experimentation."
"I can tell," he mused and gave the scythe back to her. Zhao watched how the blade swiftly folded back into itself with awe. She kept the pole extended, though, until she knew it was safe to continue.
"Can you make me a weapon?!" he had to ask.
"Maybe. If you treat me with some respect. It hardly ever happened before, so...I may as well take advantage of that option now," she said with a narrowed gaze. Kiryu moved to stand in front of her and cross his arms over his chest.
"You go through me to get anything from her. She's had a really hard past. And I was completely unaware of it while it was happening. All under my nose, too. She currently works for me now. You want something from her? You clear it with me. Got it?" Kiryu said with complete defensive protection.
"I am curious about something. You took out Joongi with a whip. Where is it?" Seonhee asked. Saiki smiled, jumped onto the pole to show it was still extended and now standing perfectly balanced for her. The blade was gone, but she pulled up on the very top of the pole to reveal the bladed whip that was stored within it. "I want one! That is awesome!"
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An Heir for the Dragon
FanfictionKazuma Kiryu was lucky to survive his cancer a second time. He was supposed to live a stress-free life at last. But the Tojo Clan had a secret weapon that survived past the destruction of the headquarters. He met this weapon once a very long time ag...
