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Aki stayed there, one hand reaching imperiously for the box as he barely noticed that two of the StupidClubMembers had ended up leaving. No, it didn’t concern himself. The clear lock seemed to be taunting him when it didn’t make its way into his hands, ready to give up all of its secrets. Then, a hand appeared out of nowhere and snatched the package away from Mister Scythey.

‘Idiot SnatchingHand.’ His golden eyes narrowed as he twirled around on the ball of his foot - to see the owner of this hand. It was a shorter girl with the annoyingest brown hair. “No, presents aren’t made for people that rudely interrupt someone else. Hasn’t your mother taught you any manners?” AppearingHandGirlie said as though attempting to explain her own actions. How annoying - it seemed as though all of these people decided that they no longer wanted to listen to the only important person in the entire city - no, world. Himself. He continued to hold one hand out, waiting for her to get through with her little rebellion and finally hand him the package. That’s all she existed for anyways.

But no~ She wanted to become the hub of the wheel as well. She, even more stupidly, tucked the interesting present into her pocket - and he stepped forward, threatening. He stood there for a second, barely registering the fact that she was getting smaller and smaller.

“Come on, girlie, gimme that already. There’s no point in having a box - it only exists to be opened by me,” he ordered again, before realizing that the AppearingHandGirlie was trying to leave, without even attempting to tell him what the present was - or even better, simply handing the present over to him. He leapt into the air, before curling into a ball, and bounded over the head of the girl. Landing on the ground in a crouch, he stood up, before opening his palm upwards, in preparation for summoning his spear. “Unless you want to see just what color your insides are - you know, they’re probably not the perfect shade of cherries. Probably… crimson?”

“What did I say about pests?” said a familiar voice coldly. “Divine Retribution.”

Aki looked upwards, to see Scythey-boy pointing his scythe at him with cold violet eyes. “Wait. What?” he exclaimed, before a black mass of something shot towards him. With a muffled curse, his hand glowed slightly, and after a few seconds, there was an ornate spear in his hand. But - that was a few seconds too late.

The black projectile flew straight to its mark and hit the bone of his shoulder. His hand flew up to the wound, and his hands felt a liquid oozing out from there. “Hey, Scythey-boy, what was that for?” he asked, as something red gleamed between his fingers, before a few drops of blood hit the ground. He gave it a glance, before a petulant frown made its way over his expression.

“No, no, this -.”

“Divine.”

“won’t -.”

“Retribution.”

“Wait for me to finish, Scythey.” He murmured in annoyance, before pointing the tip of his spear towards the black mass that was shooting towards him again. Both hands were placed about a shoulder’s width apart, and his right foot inched forward slightly. The point of the spear jerked upwards, as he pushed forward at the incoming projectile. The black mass divided itself around his spear, and continued to come speeding in his direction. “Shoot,” he said, before rushing out the door.

But even as fast as he pumped his arms and legs, he couldn’t outrun the black mass. It slammed into his back, and he stumbled forwards, out of the room. He looked around, before sprinting forward, towards the alleyway in the back. The breath was knocked out of him, when he crashed into the rough brick walls, leaving a smear of red blood. He slowly turned around, making sure to keep the wound on his back from touching the grimy surface behind him. After all, he didn’t care what happened, as long as it didn’t hurt.

Aki stood there in wait, waiting for someone to appear there for him to take refuge in their shadow. His golden eyes narrowed with annoyance, and he frowned, sulkily. His breath came in short, shallow breaths, and he let the tip of his spear to drag on the ground. Really, he really hated to be hurt. One hand dug through his pockets, looking for a painkiller or something of the like. A look of mirth crossed his face, as his hand retreated out of his pocket - a smashed cherry in his hand. Aki then popped the red fruit in his mouth, and closed his eyes in enjoyment of the taste.