The Blitz [OPEN]

[High's .Valentine.]

She squeezed her eye shut as her finger squee-

Death had never been so frightening to Nanako. Yet she couldn't bring herself to shoot before she feel the blade run through her chest. Was it because she knew that it was no use? She had pulled a sword from the Tengu's chest only to watch his eyes fluttered open. The bullet will leave no scar.

Suddenly, she tumbled from the man. She was going to be...

Uh what?

Nana frowned. Ugh, he's doing it again. And she had told him time and time again that if he ever dared laid a finger on him, she'd break his hand. Not the one attached to her. The one he still had. Predictable as he was though, Nana knew that Shizore would gladly lay out his hand for her bokken. Where's the fun in that...?

"You're hurting me," gritting her teeth, she gripped her injured knee with one hand and pushing against him with the other. His 'tears' did little to sway the woman. Instead of comforting him, she glanced at her savior, who she assumed had died on the spot from Shizore's blade. Surprisingly, he remained intact. And her clothes remained stain free except for Shizore's tears. This she brushed at as if trying to rid herself of clinging slime. Turning back, she gave Shizore a disgusted squint.

"It is your job as my guardian to keep a vigilant eye," Nana began, attempting to stand without showing any weakness in her knee. "You are useless. As usual. Now I've lost my glasses and bruised myself."

"Where's the thing I asked for?"

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[Akito]

Shizore quivered and rubbed his eyes with his hand, his own hand, he cleared away the moisture and made strong front. He was so relieved he could barely stand. He had feared, feared so much he had lost her. Her cold disdain did not elicit any reaction other than more relief that she was still also much herself. Shizore was long used to it anyway, it was part of her charm that he loved so much.

To be fair, she could behave in any way and he would probably feel the same. She could wear a stove over her head and claim she was overlord queen of next Tuesdays and he would still love her to bits.

Upon questioning, Shizore bolted up with the hopeless look of a lost puppy in his eyes. Clumsily, he fumbled at his pouches and clothes until he came across a plastic bag. Inside, it held the burger she had suddenly craved. That said, however, due to the urgency of the situation, and his own desperate search for her...it was squashed. Pretty nastily now, if one were to peer inside.

Still, Shizore presented it to Nanako happily, eager to see her pleased expression. Yeah.

[High's .Valentine.]

She glanced at the package suspiciously. The absurdness of the situation—a whole city under siege and here the two foreigners are, handling a hamburger that isn’t even native of England—seemed to escape the woman as she unwrapped it and squinted at the mashed soggy bun, the bits of beef, and the strange mush of tomato, lettuce, and mayo.

Nanako made a face and tossed it at Shizore’s feet, splattering burger bits. “This looks nothing like they said it would be!” It had never occurred to the woman—and probably never will—that she sounded exactly like a pompous little French poodle with all the frills and curls and poofy aloofness. If said poodle can talk, that is.

“Are you trying to poison me? Ugh! Just…get me out of here!” She cringed and covered her head as a building nearby exploded into a million pieces with all the flare of fourth of July firecrackers. “NOW!”

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