Nise hated this already. why was she doing this? it wasn't logical from any angle.
clearly, this girl was wrapped up in something bad.
so that just begs the question...
what the fUck is going on inside Nise's stupid ass head to make her even contemplate getting involved with whatever the fuck is happening to this chick?
then again, she saw her light that fire with her stare, so Nise could give a decent guess as to why she was injured. Sinner's Eyes are pretty damn rare, even among the combat types made for the war. even with all the scientific fuckery, it was still a one-in-one-thousand chance to manifest even low-quality Sinner's Eyes. add that to the fact that they're even more uncommon amongst humans and even the low-quality ones can have some damn good power to match the Æthons, and you have a recipe for adding eyes to the list of poaching materials and black-market organ trafficking that rakes in the dough.
Nise moved to the back of the employee lounge and began rummaging through the cupboard for the first-aid kit, careful not to take her eyes off the girl despite being confident she could take her in a fight.
then again, that confidence could be her downfall if she was right about what category of Sinner's Eyes she possessed. low-quality or not, those eyes spelled trouble.
maybe keeping the mask on wasn't a fully great idea right now. the Brunette casually unhooked the latch and put it next to her bag before continuing.
"So, normally I wouldn't give a fuck, but I decided to help so I might as well know what's the deal with a young girl running through town after being turned into swiss cheese in what has got to be literally the safest city in all of Japan." blunt. Nise's specialty. getting to the point was important. especially since she might as well make conversation while patching up the girl.
the green-eyed girl gave Nise a questioning look, to which the brunette returned with a pointed glare while holding up the small box of medical supplies, and then sighed before speaking, "Let's call it a 'Family Squabble'."
"Funny, I thought you were a Homunculus." Nise opened the kit and took out a bottle of rubbing alcohol "Guess I could be wrong, but I did take you for one of the newer bunch of artificials. shirt off."
"What?" the girl responded with a wide-eyed expression.
"your shirt. take it off."
"Um, I'm not sure what you think I am, but I'm definitely not that kind of girl so-"
"I need you to take your shirt off so I can clean your wounds you dumb fucker, at least try to take your own mortality seriously." Nise's eye twitched. she really didn't want to deal with the teenage mind.
"Oh, right um... sorry." the girl said sheepishly as she unbuttoned her blood-stained blouse and removed it. "And you weren't wrong by the way. I am a Homunculus."
Nise's eyebrow flew. "You're gonna need to explain this in a bit more detail then."
the girl rolled her fanciful emerald eyes, brushing a strand of bluish-black hair out of her face, and sighed, "I'm a newer generation model that was specially ordered as a companion for a rich ass old man whose kids and grandkids don't visit. ever." she started, somewhat poutingly, hissing the part about the man's offspring as if it was a personal slight towards her before continuing, "anyways, the old man recently died and I, as the only one who actually gave a damn about the old man and acted more like his granddaughter than his actual family, not only got my legal citizenship but also basically everything in the inheritance."
"And the guy's actual kids are pissed about it?"
"Pretty much. and I should probably contextualize this by saying the old sweetheart got his wealth by not-so-legal means."
"And here I thought the Yakuza didn't exist anymore."
"They don't. there are other criminal organizations here you know."
the girl flinched when Nise brought a needle that she had sterilized with a lighter to one of the bullet wounds, giving a slight yelp that the pink-eyed woman ignored and asked the question that she needed to fill in the blanks. "I get that it's possible but unlikely, however, you still haven't explained why a Homonculous made to be a glorified service dog has the reflexes and instincts of one made for combat and eyes that can potentially light up this city like a tinderbox surrounded by barrels of oil and plastic explosives."
"One, the old man had enemies. everything he owned was a hidden weapon or had a weapon hidden inside it. Two, how do you know I have those?" the raven-haired girl responded with a small bit of sass.
"fair enough, old people in dangerous lines of work are paranoid. but you can't seriously expect me to believe you managed to survive being hunted without being even moderately equipped for being attacked. also, I saw the alleyway fire. I'm not stupid."
the air hung silent, Nise clearly waiting for a response and the girl clearly thinking of one.
one didn't come quick enough, so the brunette rolled her fuchsia orbs and took out some bandages to keep the girl from bleeding any further. "I'm basically done. never got your name."
"Do you care what my name is?"
"Not particularly, but it's usually common courtesy to give at least that much to someone helping you." Nise used a bit of medical tape to hold the bandages comfortably in place and then stood up, walking over to the sink to wash the blood off her hands.
"Kazane, Mirai."
Nise paused, the familiarity of the name hitting her brain. it took a few seconds to place it, but when she did, she turned her head to look at the younger Homonculous with an expression that had only a mild hint of what the fuck to it. "Kazane?"
"Yep."
"As in Kazane Corp., the largest Conglomerate of weapons dealers, drug trafficking, and general scumbaggery?"
"The very one." Mirai's deadpan expression made it clear this wasn't a joke.
Nise blinked.
her mind was blank for a second as she thought of what to say.
another round of blinking.
the only word the woman managed to find was a common one in her vocabulary. so common in fact that it ceased to be a legitimate word to her a long time ago.
"Fuck."
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