"Chose a gun, and threw away the sun."

There were at least four layers of clothes on him, but he still shivered any time the wind picked up. The mask was in his pocket and it would keep his face warm, but he wasn’t quite prepared to break the law just yet, especially when the streetlights on this sidewalk were flickering on and off at uneven intervals.

It was dangerous to walk in the dark like this, shown by the fact he bumped into someone tall, rude, and most likely armed. He immediately backed away, just in time to see the illuminated face of the person.

Mmm... Good.

"I could say the same, Hidenori." She spoke teasingly, and more than slightly mockingly. "--Or did your bed time get extended suddenly?"

She asked it like it was an honest question, but the smirk and condescending tone she used was enough of a clue that really anyone could tell that she was insulting him. Though it was true that she didn't often see Hidenori out doing things for the Ghosts, she knew well enough that what she was saying was her just being a dick.

After all, she didn't exactly like the kid-- Or anyone, for that matter.

He was an idiot, after all.

Looking around for a moment, she was satisfied by the lack of people crowding the sidewalk and turned back towards Hidenori; Her face suddenly serious.

Letting out another yelp, his head tilted back, swearing pouring down his skin in rivulets, mixing in with tears and blood. This wasn’t happening, this couldn’t be- oh but it was happening. Red hues, still watery from crying looked down where the knife jutted from his flesh, hands shakily moving to rip it out and throw it across the alley, not bothering to try and attack his assailant.

He just wanted to go home and sleep, he wanted to forget this happened. Staring at the blood that was gushing from his leg, he felt himself pale as a rush of dizzy washed over him, eyes shutting tightly as raven locks, wet with sweat moved in front of his face.  Was he even going to make it home? He was sure he couldn’t move now.

It was a pity, really.

Ymir stared at the boy's face, cold eyes moving over the other's expression as she felt the kid's blood washing over her hand-- Not seeming to care that much that it was staining her fingers. Letting out a low hum of disappointment, she wrenched the knife from the boy's thigh-- Flicking it to rid the silver blade of the trash's blood, splattering it on the pavement beside them.

As she did, she seemed to come out of some sort of haze; Blinking slightly.

"Fuck." She muttered in irritation, sighing to herself as she closed her blade and slipped it back into her back pocket; Looking around.

Did anyone hear him? She wondered idly, though she was pleased by the lack of bodies populating the sidewalk at the entrance of the alleyway-- And it was only then that she noticed the small drops of rain falling from the sky above both of their heads.

Grunting slightly, she leaned forward and started to rustle through the boy's pockets; Finally locating a telling lump in one, and reached into the other's pocket to grasp the boy's wallet and pull it out to look at it.

Flipping it open, she read the ID card she found inside--

Shintaro Kisaragi.

"Well, Kisaragi-san..." She muttered to the boy, smirking as she pulled the small amount of money the kid seemed to have and tossing the wallet onto the other's lap. "It was pleasure doing business with ya."

It was really raining now.

Standing, she snickered. "Let's see each other again, yeah? This was fun."

That said, she spun away; Going to stuff her hands in her pockets before pausing, seemingly remembering the blood-stained state of them. She looked around for a moment before her eyes fell on a deepening puddle off to the side. Bending down, she quickly rinsed the blood from her hands; Shaking them dry and stuffing them into her pockets afterwards.

His leg shot up instinctively and he winced, knowing that was only going to cause him more trouble. He wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve this, maybe it was calling her scary. He was definitely wishing he wasn’t there in that moment.

"You’re not the first." The words were muffled and he winced again, blood rolling over his fingers from his shattered nose.

The sound of the dickhead's nose breaking from her punch was oddly satisfying-- Nearly as satisfying as the way it felt against her fist as it broke. She felt a cold grin slip over her lips as she stared down at the boy, watching the blood drip from his shattered nose with an odd sense of pleasure hanging over her.

Why did she punch him? She couldn't remember.

A giggle escaped her lips.

But she wanted to do it again, again, and again.

She hummed slightly as she squatted in front of the other's fallen form, tilting her head as muffled words left the boy's mouth. 

"Not the first? To what? Break your nose?" She questioned, but her tone was flat-- Empty.

She didn't actually care.

"Well, I won't be the last either!" She laughed then, joyfully-- Almost hauntingly so-- Throwing her head back for a moment, only to sober up a moment later; Her expression turning serious again. "...Ah... But, there's one more thing."

Her knife was out of her back pocket in a flash, the sound of it locking open seeming to echo in the air around them... At least, to Ymir's ears. Not giving the boy a chance to do anything, she brought the knife down--

Oops. More attitude than intended had slipped out with that one. It seemed that she was digging her own grave- oh well, if she was going down, she might as well go down hard…. right?

Still, she gulped. Looks like little Haruhi had met her match, eh?

"I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with you, but…. not teaching your kids manners is pretty bad….."

She didn't honestly care that much about it, but it did bother her on occasion that she didn't technically have any parents. Hell, she didn't even know if they were still alive or not. Or where they're from, for that matter.

Who knows what town they're even in.

It was a coincidence, mostly, that he’d happened to bump into the pickpocket who had stolen from the girl, stumbling across the dropped wallet himself. 

Oikawa wasn’t nearly so low as to steal from someone like that. 

"Sorry if I don't believe you, dickhead."

She didn't sound very sorry.

"You better not have stolen anything out of it."

--Or you might find yourself with a blade buried in your stomach. She finished mentally, opening the sad looking wallet and glancing inside-- Knowing full well that there'd be no money in it, but she felt the need to mess with this kid a bit.

Go figure.

At her reply, his bored expression was replaced with a small smirk. This chick was pretty cool.

At the comment about his old teammate, the teen let out a small snort; Her smirk growing into an actually amused grin.

"Jesus... Sounds rough~"

Wait a minute, her wallet had been in the bottom of her bag...

Snatching it away from the boy, she glared at him; Ignoring his attempt at a 'dazzling' smile. Wrong tree, dude. 

"Pardon me, you brute!” the heiress replied, her tone sharp and shrill. “Who do you think you are, throwing th—” Just noticing the object at her feet, Kougyoku remembered her earlier chain of action—and as much as she knew it was right for her to apologize, something about the stranger’s reaction made her want to do anything but.

She didn't even care that she had just been called a 'brute', things like that didn't bother her. It was the fact that this chick was acting like a spoiled brat that got on her nerves-- She hated people just like this girl.

Glaring now, and despite her annoyance, she noticed the girl's hesitation when she looked down at the chocolate bar that she had thrown at Ymir in the first place-- But that response.

Cute as the girl looked appearance-wise, her attitude left more to be desired.

"And I don't remember asking for it to be thrown at the back of my fucking head." She growled, crossing her arms over her chest as she towered over the girl.

--Christ though, she's a tiny thing.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

She relaxed slightly, smirking at the other's answer.

"Not boring is good, I hate boring shit."

Her bored expression immediately fell into a grimace for a moment, and she crossed her arms; Feeling slightly uncomfortable now.

"...Why?"