I'm A Level 14 Thief

Smooches him. “You know I love you~”

   He's kissing back just as lovingly.

     Mitsunari had been face-to-face with such weaponry before. He had bested them as well. Those who considered themselves superior because of their western weaponry were bound to fail. He simply stared at his adversary, not considering him to be a threat in the least. He had no fear of bullets, and he certainly had no fear of death.

     After a moment, he seemed to vanish, moving so quickly that he couldn’t be seen by the naked eye. It was simple to place one’s self behind an enemy if they were quick enough, and Mitsunari was more than quick enough.

     He paused as he stood behind the whelp who had spread so many insults.

           “Your boasts mean nothing.”

     Without hesitation, he swung his blade, a dark energy yearning to touch flesh radiating from it. If this man truly was worth the space he took up, he would accept it without fighting back. If not, then he was more idiotic than Mitsunari had thought. Most who sided with Ieyasu were not the smartest, and it seemed this one was no different.

   Seeing him disappear, there wasn't much time to react to the sudden appearance and attack that followed. Luckily, he had the Boss Lady to thank for cunning action and quick thinking in times of stress. He tossed the weapon to the side before unsheathing his own blade, stabbing it into the earth just in time for a large glacier of ice absorbed the blow enough for him to get some distance between the two.

   He stood there, the long blade resting in the palm of his hands. It shimmered with a few frost patterns covering the sharpest point of the blade, slowly beginning to melt under the hot sun.

      "So guns aren't going to work on ya, a shame..."

   He really hated putting effort into the work he did, but he stood with the blade close to him.

     Seeing the anger rise in Super Craig, he decided to leave him alone and floated to the floor. While his friend could only feel anger, he felt worry. If something happened to the others, he wouldn’t know what to do. They were all back together again, and they’d even gotten more people to join them. To have it all taken away when they were at their highest would be devastating.

           “Mm…”

      He’d rather be trying to do something, too. Sitting here uselessly was a concept Human Kite could grasp, and he didn’t like it. He could understand Super Craig’s frustration, though he couldn’t feel it himself.

           “…Gotta find them.”

      He murmured, trying to think of a good way to do so. Kite was good with lasers, flying, and helping his teammates. Planning wasn’t his strong suit. He tended to overlook serious obstacles and get distracted. Soon enough, he found himself getting upset at how little he could do.

   Making a few final clicks to the computer, Super Craig gave one final snarl before slamming his fist into the keyboard causing his power to make a strong gust of wind. Luckily, Tupperware was smart enough to have to make the keyboard a bit stronger than before so it wouldn't break under the superhero's fists, but it had sent a few keys flying.

   Super Craig stepped away from the machine and continued to grumble lowly to himself, not at all satisfied with whatever he was able to find out, which wasn't much. He just stood there, angry at the world, and that really wasn't helping anyone.

Kenny smiles and hums slightly, loving the attention from his boyfriend. “Yeah it does. Lucky I don’t have anything to do today either.” He relaxes a bit more, slowly warming up from the other’s body heat and the blanket wrapped around him. He turns his head to press a kiss to Craig’s cheek as he listens to him mutter to himself. “What are you mumbling about, huh? Something on your mind?”

If he was going to be stuck here for the day he might as well keep up a conversation and not just kiss his boyfriend senseless all day. As much as he’d rather do that. It’s not like he had anything new happen to him after all. Just the same old shit he’s been dealing with since he was born. Even if Craig said he was boring, it was still better than dealing with crazy. Kenny liked boring. Far more than he’d ever really thought he would.

       "Not really..."

   He replied, nestling his head into the other's neck. Honestly, he liked the comfort and warmth that Kenny brought himself, and their shared warmth was just as good. He wasn't allowed to outwardly express these things, but he knew it in his mind to be true so it hadn't bothered him too much.

          “You insolent brute! How dare you,                all of you, disrespect Lord Hideyoshi in this way!”

     Tightening his grip on his blade, his brought his other hand up to the hilt, ready to strike. So many had already stomped on Hideyoshi’s memory. How dare they forget him and cast him aside so easily! This was all because Ieyasu had started the movement against him. If he hadn’t turned traitor, none of this would have happened. Hideyoshi would still be…

          “You will soon see the error in your                judgment…and you will beg for forgiveness           as you lay dying at my feet!”

     In the blink of an eye, he seemed to disappear and show himself once more in front of the mouth that had insulted him, sword drawn and wafting dark energy as it swung downward.

   Craig rung his ear with an index finger before flicking whatever had gotten on his finger off. This guy had screamed more than the Takeda’s cub could in one night--- and that was saying something. Either way-- he had his orders and getting this bastard off Saika’s territory was step one.

       "I wasn't insultin' him... more you, but go off I guess..."

   He replied dully, spinning the gun strap around his leg before pulling out a pistol from its holster. Cocking the pistol, he gave an uncaring look as he pointed the pistol straight for intruder's head.

       "Try and get close... Guns outmatch swords... and if you get close enough, well, you’ll see I’m not a force to be messed with... Now turn tail and get off our land... before you regret it."