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This wasn't how Shiho thought the day was going to go when she woke up this afternoon, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and contemplating not doing much at all today. Sure, there was probably something to do if she tried to look for it since she was the one in charge of espionage and information gathering, her psychic abilities making her perfectly suited to the task.

But she was bored and she was hungry and so the first order of the day had become "get pizza".

That's where she is now, happily selecting toppings with her most charming manner and cutest smile because that's never failed to get her extra anything she wanted. It smells good enough that she's even happy to not roll her eyes when Kaneda strolls on in.

If pressed she'd admit that she didn't hate him. Sure, their respective gangs occasionally clashed and yes, she'd referred to him as the boss of a bunch of babies at least twenty six times, she'd started calling him "what's-his-face" and any kind of conversation between them almost always turned into a snarky argument but if she really, really, really had to in a life-and-death situation, she'd say that she respected him and if it came to it, she'd probably not help someone else hurt him.

But she doesn't have to be civil about it as she tilts her head at him with a raise of her eyebrow, fully intending to make the next order of the day: Start a fight with Kaneda.

"Look who finally decided to leave his little club house. What, no one with you today?"

Never mind that she's also alone here (though her excuse is that she's easily one of the most terrifying of her group even with Kaoru the psychokinetic and Aoi the teleporter there). Which doesn't stop what happens next as an explosion rings out just across the street.

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He’s so easy. Too easy, she thinks. Any other time and she’d be telling him that there are psychometers who would tell other girls and tell them to take advantage of this. Thankfully for him, she’s kind and still too annoyed from being shot at to properly plot how to usurp his position and take over his gang.

“And water might not be wet and elephants might be able to fly.”

She rolls her eyes at him but steers him further away from the hole.

“Whether they’re after you or after me, it doesn’t change the fact that the other one would still be a windfall for these guys.”

"I thought that was pigs and cute girls in anime."

He sounds thoughtful but really he's too distracted, pulled between the usual Boy Feels and the adrenaline is starting to wear off. He wonders idly if there's anything in the fridge...surely no one'll deliver food in the middle of a shoot out...

"I just hate that we just gotta sit here on our asses-- present company notwithstanding, of course." Much as he isn't worried about his crew!! This could get boring very fast.

This boy, she thinks and rolls her eyes at him and his Boy Feels. Though she’d be the first to admit that she understands that feeling well.

Though not the Boy ones. Mostly the ones of not being worried but being Bored Out of Her Mind by inaction. She’s not used to sitting back and waiting to be rescued, letting someone else do the work. But she also doesn’t want to say “Hey, let’s go out and kick some rival gang butts” because it was irresponsible. What if something happens to him on her watch? Beating him fair and square, usurping his gang and relegating it to being a off-shoot of their own gang was fine. But letting someone else get him and absorbing his then leaderless gang somehow seemed just a bit too dishonest even for her.

“Well, let’s do something then, you big baby.”

There’s that gaping hole in the door, after all.

“Any weapons here? Or are we just stuck with my handgun and sleeping darts?”

Because, of course this girl has weapons on her person.

If she said 'hey let's go kick rival gang butts' he'd be on that like mashed potatoes to a plate. The magic words, the troubled words.

So it's a good thing she's the smart, level headed one. Though Kaneda does perk up at the mention of weapons.

"You've got a handgun on you? Sweet! You coulda just popped that out earlier. Got an extra?"

This boy, she thinks for the umpteenth time as he immediately looks interested at the very mention of weapons.

“Popped it out earlier and done what, exactly?”

Her one handgun against a bunch of armed thugs (in leather jackets) with way more firepower? She’d probably have had better luck trying to surrender and use her big eyes, fluffy hair and well-practiced air of helpless cuteness to get close enough to take someone important hostage before they figured out she was armed. But she’s apparently his babysitter now so???

“And no, you get the sleeping darts.”

Which she holds out to him in the form of a straight pipe loaded with tranquilizer darts.

Don't ever underestimate the cuteness factor when it comes to murder. That's the first mistake any villain makes. He peers at the pipe, and though he's disappointed and will grouse about it in a second, he does take it.

"You couldda found the boss and popped him one! Or threatened one of 'em to take you to their leader." Duh! Doesn't she watch movies? "I could handle a gun no problem, anyway..." There's the grumbling, there it is.

Oh, she knows how important the cuteness factor is when going in for a murder. After all, there’s a reason she always smells nice and wears cute clothes. One of the reasons is, of course, because that’s what she likes and she refuses to let anyone else dictate what she wears. Another reason is because her greatest power is how often people underestimate her for being a girl, or being a psychometer, or being cute. And she loves taking advantage of that first and usually last mistake the villain makes.

She rolls her eyes at Kaneda though, “Aww, you believed in me that much? I’m touched.”

Though really, anyone who has met her could probably easily believe that she would have had that boss sobbing and begging for forgiveness by the time she was done with him.

“And it’s not about you knowing how to handle a gun or not.”

With that she’s tilting her head with a cheeky smirk at him, “This gun is mine and I have better aim. Now are you ready to make some thugs rethink their life decisions or not?”

"I can and should handle a gun," he has to make that clear first, voice pitched low from the pout and arms barely crossed over his chest. He even gives her a sideeye that gives way to a wide eyed look. He's quick to shift gears, here.

"What? Really? You mean we can go shove their heads up their own asses now?" He'd be wagging his tail if he was a puppy. Because as you can see while he enjoys this adorable, annoying company almost nothing is more important than bashing heads in. Since he isn't going to get the 2nd most important thing might as well move on.

"You probably could and you probably should but it's not going to happen because you forgot to bring your own gun."

She replies to that pout with a grin and a playful nudge of her elbow against his arm that is definitely all Kaoru. Causing hell is her, their favourite pastime, after all.

"Really."

And she'd have his back if he has hers. With that said though there's a knock at the door. Redundant, probably since there's a huge hole right there but the people on the other side definitely think they have the two of them cornered and are enjoying having them at their mercy. Shiho smiles then, sharp and the warmth not quite reaching her eyes as she tilts her gun to point at knee level of whoever would open the door.

"Come on in~"

Of course, the moment they come in, it's a bullet straight to the knee and she isn't sorry.

Kaneda can't help the lopsided little grin at the nudge she gives him; for all of a pain in the ass she is, she's reliable. And he'd just as much have her at his back as his own crew.

Looks like they're about to find out, though. The teen freezes for a split second and in that next breath she gives the invitation. He readies the flimsy, weird little weapon she gave him, his grin now sharp as a razor while dark eyes root out whatever furniture or rubble he can use to also throw at their assailants.

Why did they even bother to file in through the door, anyway, at least seven of them, varying in sizes and ages but the one thing that's the same is the somehow grim, yet smug looks on their faces as they look to try to surround the duo.

Shiho wipes the smug look off the first one's face with a well-placed shot to the knee that will probably never heal correctly. The second shot to the next one's shoulder, disabling their gun-toting arm. Shiho doesn't shoot to kill, but she doesn't shoot like she'd mind it terribly if they died of shock afterwards.

She trusts him to have at least shot one person since those darts are laced with heavy sedatives, the amount usually reserved for elephants and cause almost immediate blurry vision and loss of motor control. And she trusts in the faint sound she can hear. It sounds like the scream of a jet. Or like a psychokinetic that can almost reach the speed of sound and has the unerring ability to know when her friends were in trouble.

"...You trust me, right?"

Because with that Shiho is grabbing him by the hand and with a disconcerting shift they're in the air, floating high over what is now technically still his safehouse. Just in powder form. Only then does Shiho breathe a sigh of relief, just in time to get tackled from the side by both Aoi and Kaoru. And then a barrage of questions: Was Shiho hurt? (only a little and she hides the scrape by holding onto the back of Kaneda's shirt) Was Kaneda hurt? Did Kaneda actually do a good job and protect Shiho? Whoa, he's actually more dependable than we first thought, Aoi-chan. Does that mean we don't have to pay for that safehouse?

All throughout it though, Shiho is smiling, even turning that smile to Kaneda while she's at it.

"So? Are you hurt?"

Because that hand she has holding onto his shirt is opening, her palm pressed to his back to make sure he really hasn't been hurt.

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oh my gosh, I'm sorry this is so late