Saviors?

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Yukio had seen gore in his life. He watched action movies with his brother ad treated injuries inflicted by demons but this...

Yukio had never seen so much carnage in his life.

It was a woman. He could tell from the short kimono that was similar to Kagayaki's outfit. It was soaked in it's owners blood. The beautiful fabric that had once been yellow was now blackened with gore. A crimson puddle had blossomed around the woman like a flower. The woman's face was caked with blood and makeup. Mascara was running down the woman's cheeks and the remaining traces of tears glistened in the light. Her mouth was lolling open and lipstick was smudged on her chin. Her skin was white as a sheet from the blood loss. The darkest part of this brutal scene was the blackish-purple area forming on the woman's lower abdomen.

Her skirt had been lifted up and her legs were spread apart. Blood coated her thighs and a piece of black lingerie was hanging from the woman's shin.

As if the sight wasn't enough. What really made Yukio sick was the odor. Not only did the familiar smell of rust and salt fill the air. Yukio had never smelled it before.

And Yukio knew what it was.

It took everything in what was left of his mind at the moment to prevent himself from collapsing and spewing his guts onto the pavement as Yukio grabbed Shiemi and pulled her away from the scene. Shiemi was almost as pale as the corpse and her face was tinted green. The tamer had never seen anything like this. To her, no words could describe this horror.

Yukio partially dragged Shiemi away from the scene and ran into an alley a few feet away. Yukio leaned against the wall as he tried to rid the image of the dead woman from his mind but it stuck like glue. He didn't think he could look at anything red the same way ever again. Shiemi had collapsed to her knees and retched onto the pavement but Yukio didn't notice until the girl's sobs echoed through the alley. He bent down and wrapped his arms around Shiemi's trembling figure.

"Well, what do we have here?"

Yukio's head snapped up to lock gazes with sharp green eyes shining with malice. It was a blonde middle aged man with two larger men behind him. One was wearing a red beanie while the other had a bandages covering the left side of his face, his eye hidden from view. Yukio reached for his guns but to his horror, they weren't there. Those thieving junkies!

The blonde man stepped forward and pulled a gun out of his jacket. "Sorry to bother you but we wanted to ask 'ya. How much for her?"

"W-what?!" Yukio managed to stutter. Great, it was clear in his voice that he was scared. The blond man seemed to be laughing with his eyes.

"C'mon man. I've seen 'ya with Akuma outside this dump and it's obvious you've followed him into workin' with the lowlifes. Gotta say, you've got somethin' more of my taste besides those drugs Akuma sells. So, how much for the bitch?"

Yukio mustered everything he could not to show anymore signs of fear as he calmly spoke. "She's not for sale."

The blond man shook his head. "Shame." He suddenly snapped his fingers followed by a stiff 'Boys!'. Yukio suddenly felt his head slam into the wall and was shoved face-down onto the concrete. Once his vision cleared, he saw the man with the red beanie holding Shiemi down while the blond man settled himself between her legs, holding each limb in a firm grip.

"NO!" Yukio tried to break free from the goon's vice-like grip but froze when he felt the cool metal of a blade against his throat. His shouts turned into begging as he pleaded the men to let Shiemi go. His captor just pressed the blade deeper against his throat and commanded him to stay quiet. Witnessing sexual assault was one thing but seeing your closest friend become a victim was another.

"Don't think so, Four-Eyes." The man's bandaged face was even more menacing up close. Yukio could see the traces of scars coming from beneath the bandages. "See, the boys and I had a bit of a rough night and we ain't allowed in the Blossom House after a little 'misunderstanding' yesterday. We're a little low on 'comfort' these days. 'Sides, we ain't gonna hurt the pretty lady. We just want a little fun, 'kay?"

"Please," Yukio begged. "Don't do this." The man ignored him as the blond leader started on Shiemi. Yukio felt tears prickling at his eyes as he watched the evil about to be inflicted upon his closest friend.

Shiemi had never been so terrified in her life she whimpered when the blond's hand brushed against her womanly parts. She screamed louder than she ever had before as she tried to struggle. The blond man slapped her and Shiemi could feel a bruise forming on her left cheek.

"Shut it, Bitch!" The blond snarled, gripping her hair. "You make one more sound and I'll skin your face off! Understand?"

Shiemi sobbed as the leader reached up her skirt and pinched one of her thighs before unbuttoning his pants. Shiemi mentally prayed that someone or something would save her. Never had she thought anyone was truly capable of this. Japan was supposed to have the lowest crime rate in the world and none of the common crimes included a sexual felony.

"I see you haven't learned your lesson from last time, Bando."

The blond man froze before turning to face the intruder. Shiemi blinked her tears away and almost fainted in relief. It was Konton. The girl looked even more intimidating in the shadows. Her face was hidden from view but her hair seemed to shine like a light. Her red eyes burned like two identical flames. Yukio had never been so joyful to see a killer/drug dealer in his life. To him, Konton looked more life threatening than a Naberius.

"Keep walkin', Bitch." The blond 'Bando' said, his breath almost hitching. "This don't concern 'ya."

"On the contrary, it does." Konton spinned her knife in the air before catching it perfectly. "I have a payment to settle with these losers and unfortunately, I need them alive. So, you gonna give 'em back or do I need to kill you?"

Konton's tone was cool and uncaring but Yukio could sense the deadly aura radiating off of her being. Yukio expected Bando to laugh and attack the younger girl but he turned to his two goons and jerked his head toward the way they first came. The man with the bandaged face let go of Yukio and removed the blade from his neck. The guy in the red beanie dropped Shiemi like a bag of garbage and ran off to the opposite direction. Bando sent Konton one last glance before retreating with his followers. Yukio immediately scrambled to his feet and embraced Shiemi. He turned to Konton and was met with an icy glare. Surasshu and Kitsune appeared behind her, similar expressions as their female partner.

"Take 'em back to the hideout." Konton's voice held no emotion but beneath that uncaring facade, Shiemi felt as though they signed a death warrant.

Yukio was grabbed by Surasshu while Kitsune took Shiemi. The masked boy laughed at her trembling figure.

"You really shouldn't have come out here, Sweetheart." He whispered. "Not many are as lucky as you were tonight. Otherwise you most likely would've ended up like poor Hana back there. Damn, what a mess."

Hana? Yukio wondered but then he remembered. The corpse in the alley. He felt himself being shoved forward.

"Keep moving." Surasshu commanded. Yukio had no choice but to obey. His thoughts suddenly drifted to his brother. What could he be doing?