Jiro X OC

The Attack

"What should we do with this woman..." A voice sounded.

"I heard she gave Lord Jiro quite a fight she could be dangerous."

I groaned as I turned over. I was in a cage in a brightly lit room. It looked homely like one of the rooms in the Inn, comforting even...except the fact that I was in a damn cage.

"She has waken..." I turned to see another man with black wings. He had a spear in his hand and was avoiding my gaze.

This has to be some kind of joke. This is ridiculous someone has to be cosplaying or something, maybe a cult is out here and just decided to have wings as their uniform.

"Hey..." I grumbled as I touched my head, it was bandaged. A little bit of blood came out of the bandages onto my hand. That fucking asshole! I seethed in rage, whoever the pervert was keeping me captive I'd make sure he'd pay! "Let me out." I growled.

"Lord Jiro, the woman is awake now." The one freak called ignoring me completely. Just than the same man that I saw in the woods came in. Under clearer light I could see that he was Japanese he had red paint outlying his eyes, two scars were on his face one on each cheek, however they were dispersed. He had short jet black hair the same color as the humongous wings behind him. I wonder how long that took him to make...they look so real. He was a big man to say the least even with his clothes on I can tell he's had a lot of training. I glared at him.

"Let me go." I demanded.

"I told you to leave yet you fought me." He said as he towered over me.

"I told you I was looking for my friend. Besides you attacked me first!" I hissed.

"You would not listen this is your fault human." He responded. I noticed he kept avoiding my gaze.

"Enough!" I said as I lunged out between the cage bars and grabbed his kimono forcing him to look at me. "If you going to keep me here at least have the balls to look at me you ass."

His face reddened once again as he freed himself from my grasp.

"Lord Jiro!" the other two guys called. They moved toward me with their spears. Jiro turned and glared at them stopping them in their tracks.

"Leave us!" He bellowed. I shrank back a bit by the hate in his voice. I wonder what he's gonna do to me...The other two obeyed as instructed and left the room, my heart pounded against my chest fear overcoming me. This guy is twice my size if he wanted to he could tear me apart, and I'm already hurt. After they left he turned back to face me.

"You are not from these parts." He commented as he sat across from me. This time I was the one avoiding his sharp gaze. "You insisted I look at you and now you are avoiding me?" He mocked.

I took a deep breath and met his gaze.

"No I'm not I'm from America." I replied trying to keep my voice from shaking.

"You are not like a normal woman...you are much to brutish."

"Oh yeah? Well any normal man wouldn't knock a girl out, out of no where." I snapped as I pointed to my head.

"You are in my territory. I told you to leave." He protested.

"Like I said!" I huffed, "I'm looking for my friend."

"Is your friend another woman?" He asked. He was sitting very formally. His back straight, eyes unwavering. He gave off the presence of some kind of mob boss.

"Who are you?" I asked ignoring his last question.

"I am the one asking the questions." He said his sharp gaze made me look down for a second.