“Just come with me, and I don’t have to knock you out.”
It’s amazing how such a simple phrase can make a situation go from a nice walk in the deserted valley to pulling out weapons and cursing people out. It had come from a strange man in a white coat, a Shinigami she guessed. She had no clue how he found her, or how the hell he even knew what she was, but somehow he knew, and he wanted to take her somewhere.
“No way, pervert. Go get your hookers back in town, this gal ain’t for sale.” Akutore said quickly, managing to balance out comedy with the fact that she already had a bright red arrow pointed at his face. As she focused on his right eyeball, she heard him speak once more. “Oh, no, you misunderstood me. I don’t like your kind that way. I just wish to tie you down to a slab-“ “Excuse me?...” She interrupted, not believing her ears, “-and dissect you. Not molest you, not leave you alone with my staff, just dissect you. I’ve been performing a few experiments, and my latest one revolves around superhumans such as yourself, and how they gain those powers.
“Really, now? So you’re not just a pervert, you’re a freak too? Of course, I win the jackpot on creepiness the one time I go out without my gadgets…” She said with a sigh as she watched for a response from the man. “Oh, it’s not like your little ‘gadgets’ could do anything, little girl. My inventions far surpass your little trinkets, and I would take pleasure in making you writhe in pain.” The girl shook once more as she heard those words.
The ground shifted beneath her feet as she let the arrow dissipate and loosened her grip on the bow. “So you say you’re not a pervert, and then come out with that line about making me writhe? You certainly sound like a sicko. Are you sure you’re even slightly normal, Mister Creep?” Akutore said with a chuckle, wiping the sweat from her face.
He laughed, the long sweeping arm motion making the whole gesture seem even more theatrical. “Oh, you misunderstood me again, princess. I don’t derive pleasure from pain, or anything of the sort. But, I do enjoy knowing I’ve completed my research, and that much won’t be done until I examine you.” The cloaked figure explained with a hollow-sounding chuckle.
“Princess? Research? You sound like the poster child for kids who grow up smoking pot. You can’t be sane, nobody is that screwed up naturally. At least, nobody who doesn’t have a bed with their nametag in some asylum.” Akutore said plainly to the man, the look of poorly masked pity making her mock sympathy even more apparent.
“Well, since you think I’m psychotic, you wouldn’t mind if I skipped off right now and talked about butterfly and sunshine, would you?” He asked with a grin, already starting to turn around. “Oh, not at all Mister Loony. I look forward to seeing you again and taking that smirk off your face, though.” The black-clad lady said to the figure, just before he disappeared into the dusty, unforgiving desert.
“Yup, just another day in paradise…”
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