In 1977, amidst his arduous tasks of exterminating devils, Kishibe stumbled upon a defenseless child immersed in a gruesome bloodbath, where a family's home used to stand. Witnessing the dire situation of the youngster, he made the decision to tempo...
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"I suppose this means I don't have to sneak into your apartment every night just to see you anymore?" Makima asked innocently, sitting sideways on Hiro's lap. They had moved to a chair to get more comfortable, though Makima had no intention of separating from him.
Hiro chuckled, not minding their position at all "That's right. Kishibe finally got a new car, so we can go back to our usual routine."
Makima's expression remained unchanged on the outside, but internally, she felt a growing irritation at the mention of Kishibe and his stupid lie. She could still recall the rage that consumed her when he revealed that he had a car just a week after the Gun Devil attack. God, it was as if the guy had a sticker on his face that said "Hit me" because he always gave her another reason to try and beat him to a pulp.
"You made it back here without any trouble, right?" Hiro asked inquisitively, resting his head on Makima's shoulder.
"Ah..." A flood of memories from last night rushed through Makima's mind, the beating she had given Kishibe, both with her shots and her fists... But also the moments when he had nearly killed her.
Her neck began to feel uncomfortable as she recalled the sensation of his hand strangling her, squeezing so tightly that she probably would have died from lack of air.
No, if Kishibe had wanted to, he would have snapped her neck right then and there, assuming he didn't want to use his sword. Remembering that, Makima felt an overwhelming urge to grip her right wrist, a faint echo of the pain and burning sensation from when Kishibe had cut off her hand was still seared into her mind.
When she got back, she examined her hand in detail, and it was as if nothing had happened, the devil Kishibe had used on her had some impressive healing abilities, no wonder he had survived for so many years in Public Safety.
Even so, Makima had never felt more humiliated in her life. Not only had she taken the worst of the beating, but that bastard Kishibe had pitied her in the end. She would have preferred to die rather than accept that bastard's filthy compassion.
But on the other hand...
...If it weren't for him... She wouldn't be here with Hiro.
That only infuriated her more. She didn't want to have a reason to be grateful to Kishibe, the very idea almost made her nauseous.
She would rather be indebted to Satan himself than to Kishibe.
"No complications. I made it here without anyone noticing" Makima lied naturally, and Hiro nodded in understanding.
On the other hand, Makima must have considered the possibility that Kishibe had told him what had happened between them last night. But most likely, that bastard hadn't said a word—otherwise, it wouldn't make sense for him to let her go with just a warning.
