Wage War *Obi x OC* (COMPLETE)

Karmic Influences

Why are people yelling outside of my window? Don't they know it's my day off? I'm trying to relax with this rather sexy whiskey bottle. I let out a soft sigh and turn myself upright from my head hanging upside down off the side of my bed. I guess I'll peek out and see who is disturbing my peace. I feel like there should be a law against disturbing peacefulness. Then again, I'm considered a criminal so I doubt that would apply to me and I really wouldn't care about it if I were the one disturbing others.

My eyes fall on the alley below only to find a group of men beating some poor unfortunate soul. I recognize a few of the group members and scowl. Eiro's men. Eiro is a rather slimy brown haired man. I've dealt with a lot of creeps in my line of work, the Foxes included, but Eiro is one of the worst. My biggest issue with him beyond my personal encounters is the fact that he's involved with the trafficking of children. He runs several underground auction rings where either poor parents sold their kids to him with promises of a better life or his men stole kids away from their beds get get sold off to the highest bidders. It's disgusting. I hope that man falls in a hole where no one will ever find him and he'll rot away to nothing while animals and bugs make the remainder of his life agony. But such is life, some karmic justice doesn't happen as it should.

I take another swig of whiskey before realizing that Eiro's lackeys are gone and the poor sucker is still lying in the alleyway. Perhaps I should earn a bit of karmic points for myself and check on them. If they're dead I may be able to score something off his corpse. It's a win-win really. I tell my bottle that I'll come back for it and leave it on the table before putting on a hooded cloak. You can't be too careful after all. I make my way down the stairs outside leading from my home above the tavern and quietly curse the chill in the air and my nosiness. I should have just stayed inside. As I draw closer to the person I let out a sigh and pull out a cigarette and a match. Of course it had to be Obi. What did that idiot do to catch Eiro's attention? Even I know better than to mess with him. I mean one day I will gut Eiro like a fish and spit on his body, but beyond that, I don't care to involve myself with him.

"You really made a mess of things, haven't you?" I sigh before taking a drag.

Oh great. Fantastic. Obi's unconscious. I'm going to leave him here. Or I could cash in on the bounty while I can... That would definitely lead to more days off... No... Winning that way wouldn't be a win. I'd grow bored with how anticlimactic the win would be. I still could leave him here but now he's got a lovely puddle of blood forming around him. If he dies that'll put a damper on winning the competition. What can I do though? My medical supplies are upstairs but I do not want him in my home. And there's the matter of the stairs too...

"Damn Obi, why do you have to be such a strain on my quest for peace?" I grumble as I adjust my hood and look up toward the stairs. "Well, I guess this'll have to do."

I try to pick him up but that idea quickly fails. I didn't realize how heavy he is despite how lanky he looks. An idea comes to mind and I smirk evilly at the thought.

"I guess it's good you're still unconscious."

I latch onto one of his ankles and start to slowly drag him toward the stairs.

It was a very long, very comical journey but I managed to get Obi up the stairs with minimal damage and now he's laid out across my table so he doesn't get blood where I sleep. Now it's just where I pretend to eat. I tug his shirt up a little so I can get a better look at what I'm dealing with. I give the idiot credit, he's got a decent body going for him but he's got a rather large scar across his chest. It looks like Eiro's boys stabbed him in the side too. They missed anything major, so it'll just need to be stitched up. I track down my whiskey and take a long swig to calm my jittery hands before washing them. I don't have any actual antiseptic here but I have a really, really strong bottle of vodka. It'll have to do. I pour some on the needle and burn it with a match before threading it. It won't take too long.

"Fuck, that hurts." He hisses about halfway through.

It's too late to stop so he's going to have to deal with it. "Oh shit, you woke up. Well brace yourself because I have to finish these stitches."

I move a little faster and manage to make it through with very little issue. I need a smoke after this... I leave his side since the rest of his injuries seem to be minor and nurse my bottle as I head toward the cigarette I placed on the windowsill.

"Where are we?" He asks weakly.

"My place, unfortunately." I answer after checking out the alley from the window.

"Why didn't you cash me in? I was an easy target."

"The thing about easy targets is that they're boring." I shrug as I turn around and sit on the windowsill. "I know you're capable of posing a challenge."

I watch him sit up with great difficulty and his eyes wander around my home.

"So, what'd you do to piss of Eiro?" I ask and he tenses immediately.