His Protector, A Monster (OHSHC Kyoya Fanfiction)

[ Prologue ]

 * No One's POV (Third Person's POV) *

   Kyoya wasn't surprised when blood splattered on him from different angles because this wasn't the first time that this has happened. He wasn't scared, more relieved than anything. "That's what happens when you try to kidnap me." He told the corpses that surrounded him, a smirk decorating his red speckled face. A familiar mop of ash gray hair appeared in front of his coal-like eyes, then a nice warmth as he was pulled into a protective embrace, soft, pale hands untying the ropes that bound the ravenette. Once the confines fell away from Kyoya, he wrapped his arms around the pale girl before she could back up. "Thank you, 'Locke." He whispered as he lightly kissed her pale forehead. 

 "Of course, I will not let anyone hurt you!! You are mine, and mine only!!" Her soft voice had a crazed edge, fitting her mentality quite well. Kyoya had named her Psylocke long ago, a mix between the words 'psycho' and 'lockpick', it was quite fitting. She was the equivalent of a bloodhound, easily tracking down the only human that she cared for, in a matter of minutes! She could take out hundreds of people in mere seconds! Those were the only reasons that Yoshio Ootori released her when his son got nabbed. 

 "Indeed, I am. Now let's get out of this dump and I'll see if I can talk father into letting you stay out of your cell for a while longer!" He let out a rare smile, that only this girl could truly bring out, and gave her a loving ruffle of her hair. Psylocke let out a childish squeal and latched herself onto Kyoya's back. Said boy displayed another grin and proceeded to walk out of the dim, bloodbathed warehouse that he was previously kept hostage, not even caring as he stepped on the many bodies that were scattered around. It was blatantly obvious that the girl that was currently piggybacking him had affected his mind, making him immune to the sight of death, extreme gore, and fear. 

 When the duo stepped outside, they were not surprised when there were no Ootori vehicles to take them home, reasons being that Psylocke was fast as fuck, no one could handle the amount of gore that usually resulted from her rescuing Kyoya, and almost everyone feared the pale devil. Because of the lack of transportation, the two switched positions. Psylocke hopped off of Kyoya's back, ignoring the large red mark that was left on his white button-up shirt, and let him hop onto her smaller, completely bloodsoaked figure. "Ready?" She questioned after he was done situating himself. When she heard a soft 'yes', her body shot forward like a bullet and raced towards their home, which was four miles away. The only reason Kyoya didn't get whiplash is that this type of situation has happened many times before. In record time, nine minutes, the two arrived home, casually walking inside. Both forgetting that they're still covered in blood, resulting in the many screams of maids.