March

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“It is a pleasure to meet you too, March.”

Her next affirmation made him a little uncomfortable. How many people Hannibal had charmed with his gentle tone and good manners? Although he would refrain from telling others what made the Doctor a dangerous man, he would not let the man have his way with everything - he would do everything he could to ruin whatever plans he had.

“I see. I met the Doctor myself, though I can’t say we are friends.” 

Quite the contrary. After burning down his apartment, Hannibal certainly hated the pirate. However, this was not the current topic for discussion. Now, he would delicately try convincing her that eating whatever he prepared was not a good idea.

March tilted her head a bit as she listened to him, the doctor seemed nice enough, why would Hook find anything surrounding the doctor disagreeable, each to his own. She knew some people that would see his gentle attitude as a sign of weakness, but maybe it was something more to that, was there something she wasn't seeing? this made her a bit nervous, it wouldn't be the first time an enemy blindsided her.

 "I see, well you can't be friends with everyone," she murmured  "Well, I'd like to go and at least see this, I don't get to go to dinner parties too often," March smiled, maybe while she was there she would discover what was so wrong about hannibal, little did she know, that was a dangerous maneuver, what with her powers not quite at their fullest.

It was late night when the blonde woke up in that… New strange place. He glanced around, wondering the reason of being in that accommodation.

“ What the…”

He muttered as he rose from the bed, and only then noticed that there was a TV there. He probably should pay some attention on what the TV was showing, but he preferred just ignore it and finally jump out of bed; raising his hand to the back of his head and scratching lightly there.

“ Meh… I must be dreaming. “

Stretching himself, the blonde left the weird room just like that, becoming puzzled with the view of outside. Indeed that was amazing. He barely could imagine that this wasn’t a dream at all. Looking around, he was faced with huge buildings and constructions, getting really impressed with the things that the human mind could dream about. The man sighed and started walking around that beautiful and kinda strange streets, looking uninterested actually.

“ Must be late, I think that’s time to wake up.”

He talked to himself in a low tone, guiding his hand to his own face, giving himself a weak slap on the cheek, closing his eyes and waiting a moment, expecting to wake up in his own bed. He opened his eyes. Nothing was different. 

” … “

All the sudden he felt his heart slow down. And if after all that wasn’t a dream? Then, what the fuck was just happening with him? Maybe he  really should have paid attention on that weird guy talking on TV. Now the blonde was lost in the middle of a strange city, all by himself. Just him, his clothes, his not-so-brilliant mind and… They had neither the decency of letting the blonde with his cigarette pack.

As she traveled this certain sector, She came across a man, just...standing there, she figured he was probably a new arrival, judging by the way he was standing said he was probably lost, or maybe he was a long time citizen, either way, he was kind of in the way, so she approached him without a single flinch of fear, she stood in front of him, her face somewhat smiling, but still as though she were dealing business. 

"Excuse me, you're kind of in the way, are you lost?"

Double D smiles at his own joke, then holds out a hand.

"Wow, you're funny," she remarked with a smile before taking his hand

Loud noises, laughter, sobs, screams, all filled the muggy air. It was all purely irritating to the swordsman. Cursing under his breath, he stomped all around the unknown area rather aimlessly; he simply did not wish to be there, but could not figure out how to leave exactly. Tense arms shoved anyone who dared to get in his way. His fuse had officially been set off.

Dark hues darted around his current environment, trying to make sense of it all. Kanda’s deductions led him to believe that he was in some sort of shopping area perhaps? There were many stores and merchants; it was definitely crowded enough to be a shopping center. However, things seemed a tad darker to him for some reason.

While trekking, the male was able to find some dirty looking stoop to sit on. Upon sitting a loud groan left his lips. This was nothing short of a horrible nightmare. From what he could recollect, he was being used as some sort of science experiment? Being demeaned in such away only left further traces of anger within the exorcist. However, he had absolutely had it once Mugen had been replaced with some cheap wooden sword. Granted, he was skilled enough to work with such a bootleg weapon, but how dare they take away his Mugen. All he knew was that he had to get it back in its normal state soon, or else someone would have to pay. Negative thoughts rushing into his mind, he slammed his fist against the concrete in fury, fists clenched as tight as possible.

Was this someone’s idea of a sick joke? The man had completely been relocated and apparently forced to live in such a wretched place; how could this be real at all?

Orbs fell upon the swordsman’s damaged fist, watching trails of crimson travel down his pale hand. Oh, great. Taking a deep breath, Kanda attempted to collect himself; however, it appeared as though infinite deep breaths would be unsuccessful in calming the man at this point in time.

The timing of this “experiment” couldn’t have been worse either; so much had been going on back at the Black Order and the male was on his way to becoming a general, which he had mixed feelings about anyway. He glanced back towards his hand, the progress of healing was acting terribly slow considering the fact that it was merely a minor injury. Sure, his healing abilities have been lacking as of late, but this was pretty ridiculous. “Those bastards,” he spat, eyes narrowed with wrath.

So for a bit, she just watched from a distance and slowly came closer, then he slammed his hand down and that led to it bleeding. She winced, but not out of any real sympathy. She deemed that he was not a danger and was probably just frustrated as she was over the whole thing. actually she wasn't going to approach him at all, but when he noticed her presence, the young woman just forced a smile and held her arms up. "Oh, nothing, really, I just noticed that you seemed pretty upset compared to everyone else, and I came to see if you needed anything,"  that and he could be a danger to everyone else. She pulled back her hood.