The Death God of Sector 6

Sweetheart?

“Good. Then I can kiss you now, don`t you think?” He smiled again and waited for her response

‘WHAAAAAAT’ ‘How can he say things like this so easily?!’ She was very surprised, her head left the hand it was supported on as her cheeks kept growing pinker and pinker “eh…uhm..” she swallowed. Actually Liza wanted this too, even though she was not thinking about that. She was thinking about holding hands and could have done so all day long but kissing? Well… it was nice to do this with him. Liza wanted to agree but it was impossible to speak, so she leaned over the table a little. He would understand this for sure.

Fortunately, he was pretty used to deal with girls. They weren`t decent girls like Liza, of course, because they were the Don`s girls and everybody knew they worked in the suburbs, but they were girls in the end. So he knew to recognize a shyly invitation. And if it wasn´t one, he really wanted to kiss Liza, so he leaned over the table and brushed his lips against the girl`s. Mmmm they tasted so good; a mixture of coffee and sweetness. “You are deliciuos, pretty” 

Sweetheart?

"Good. Then I can kiss you now, don`t you think?" He smiled again and waited for her response

Sweetheart?

Liza put both of her hands on his hand on her shoulder, glad that he was touching her. The hand felt nice and warm and she wanted it to stay just where it was. “Mmmh..” she was pouting a little, looking to the side “Can you stay here for a while, Two Guns? There is coffee… my treat.” a short pause and then she looked up to him “well.. if I manage to make some that is” she gave him an impish smile that was followed by a short chuckle. The colour that had left her face from the shock earlier was finally returning.

" Of course yes, Liza" He smiled a bit, squeezing a little the girl ‘s shoulder. "I`ll stay here all the time you want. I promise" Then, he nodded. "I have drink very bad coffees. Sure yours is great even now. Come on, let’s take one the two of us, ok?

Sweetheart?

Finally the girl left the room and Guns sighed in relief. As he expected, one of his companios came and took the body without asking. Guns thanked him and waited for the return of the girl. But her expression was not exactly quiet. “What`s the matter, sweetie?” He approacched her and put one of his hands in her shoulder “Does your boss did not give you permission to go home? I can shoot him to if you want” he grunted

Liza put both of her hands on his hand on her shoulder, glad that he was touching her. The hand felt nice and warm and she wanted it to stay just where it was. “Mmmh..” she was pouting a little, looking to the side “Can you stay here for a while, Two Guns? There is coffee… my treat.” a short pause and then she looked up to him “well.. if I manage to make some that is” she gave him an impish smile that was followed by a short chuckle. The colour that had left her face from the shock earlier was finally returning.

" Of course yes, Liza" He smiled a bit, squeezing a little the girl 's shoulder. "I`ll stay here all the time you want. I promise" Then, he nodded. "I have drink very bad coffees. Sure yours is great even now. Come on, let's take one the two of us, ok?

Sweetheart?

Finally the girl left the room and Guns sighed in relief. As he expected, one of his companios came and took the body without asking. Guns thanked him and waited for the return of the girl. But her expression was not exactly quiet. "What`s the matter, sweetie?" He approacched her and put one of his hands in her shoulder "Does your boss did not give you permission to go home? I can shoot him to if you want" he grunted

Sweetheart?

"Yes, it does" Agreed he. But none of them moved from they were. He was in no hurry and Liza neither apparently. But nothing last forever and in the end she let him go. He sighed. He missed her arms around his neck. `Well´ he thought. `It’s time to deal with this guy´ He knelt beside the corpse, but then remembered that Liza was still there and he didn`t want she to see him doing that. So he rose again and told the girl: “Why don´t you go to the back room , call your boss and tell him you ‘re sick, honey? I will finish in a minute and then, I`ll take you home, O.K.?

Liza paled a little as she saw him kneel next to the man. Or rather a boy? She wondered what he was going to do. "I’m sick?" she asked in confusion but then realized what he meant "Oh..uhm..maybe..maybe if I call in sick Tobi will come to take over my shift…won’t we tell him..’bout…."  She was not even sure what they were not going to tell the boss about. What did happen again?

Sweetheart?

  The elderly couple left through the back entrance. Liza would have to lock it later, just like the front door. Or not? Probably. A few more tears escaped her eyes as she clung to him, not wanting to let go. She felt almost safe like this.  After a while she asked “What about him?” She was still clinging to him but she managed to turn her head towards the corspe anyway. "He can’t stay .. there are edibles in here." Her mind was working clearly thanks to the shock. Something like that had not happened to her before.

"Yes, it does" Agreed he. But none of them moved from they were. He was in no hurry and Liza neither apparently. But nothing last forever and in the end she let him go. He sighed. He missed her arms around his neck. `Well´ he thought. `It's time to deal with this guy´ He knelt beside the corpse, but then remembered that Liza was still there and he didn`t want she to see him doing that. So he rose again and told the girl: "Why don´t you go to the back room , call your boss and tell him you 're sick, honey? I will finish in a minute and then, I`ll take you home, O.K.?

Sweetheart?

She felt the hand on her shoulder and then hugged Two Guns all of a sudden. The woman clung to him, her cheek pressed against his chest.  She was shivering slightly even though she was so glad that he had come here to safe her. ”..G-g-guns..” she stuttered “…thank you..” The old man looked at his wife and then back at the couple. It seemed to be safe now but he did not want to make the armed man think he was a threat, so he waited a little longer, planning to tell him that he and his wife were going to leave as soon as the armed man’s talk with the vendor was over.

The elderly couple left through the back entrance. Liza would have to lock it later, just like the front door. Or not? Probably. A few more tears escaped her eyes as she clung to him, not wanting to let go. She felt almost safe like this.  After a while she asked “What about him?” She was still clinging to him but she managed to turn her head towards the corspe anyway. "He can’t stay .. there are edibles in here." Her mind was working clearly thanks to the shock. Something like that had not happened to her before.

Sweetheart?

She felt the hand on her shoulder and then hugged Two Guns all of a sudden. The woman clung to him, her cheek pressed against his chest.  She was shivering slightly even though she was so glad that he had come here to safe her. ”..G-g-guns..” she stuttered “…thank you..” The old man looked at his wife and then back at the couple. It seemed to be safe now but he did not want to make the armed man think he was a threat, so he waited a little longer, planning to tell him that he and his wife were going to leave as soon as the armed man’s talk with the vendor was over.

Sweetheart?

((Yeah, it seems so)) Nobody answered to his question. Perhaps the bakery was closed. But that was not very likely considering what time it was. Finally, a man came out from behind the counter. It was an old man was unarmed and was raising his hands. Guns sighed and kept his revolver. “I will not hurt you,” he said, though he knew that his appearance was almost as scary as his weapon. “I work for Shinra” The man said nothing. “I just want to know if you’ve seen a girl here. She is blonde and beautiful.” There was no answer. “Ok.I’m leaving. ”I’m sorry for the `package´ that I have left here,” he said pointing to the man. dead. “See ya, guy”

Liza heard a man talking and slowly she felt as if she knew this voice.. and then he said ‘blonde and beautiful’. There was something soft in his voice when he said that. Yes, it was the voice she knew from the night before, just… slightly different. Less .. ‘loving’?. Two Guns. He had come here to safe her. Before the old woman could stop her, Liza got up from the floor. Unable to say a word she walked - or rather stumbled- to him. She was feeling dizzy from the shock and did not even know that she was crying right now. Some lose strands of hair had freed from her low ponytail and were sticking to her face. She walked past the corpse. There was not much blood, just a small hole in his forehead and some pinkish stuff, but Liza ignored all of this. Her mind was busy with her Two Guns who had safed her from this dangerous situation.

Sweetheart?

((ooc: the question is: did she choose wiser this time? xD it seems that she likes potentially violent guys)) No one was hurt. Well. Except for the guy who was just shot of course. He was probably badly wounded because he did not make any sounds anymore. Maybe he was dead? Liza did not dare to answer the voice. Her mind was too busy to realize that it was her Two Guns who was talking. She was still fearing to get killed. The elderly couple did not reply either, but then the old man whispered something into his wife’s ear and stood up, having decided to play the hero. The old woman let go of his hand and took Liza’s instead. The old woman’s hands were dry, her own hands were sweaty. He saw a man dressed in a black and white suit, no tie. The suited man with the special hairstyle - the old man would call it ‘the weird style of today’s youth’ - had a gun in his hand and it seemed obvious that he had shot the other person.  The old man waited for the other person to make a move. If he was going to be shot by him, his wife was going to drag the young woman to the back door to escape.

((Yeah, it seems so)) Nobody answered to his question. Perhaps the bakery was closed. But that was not very likely considering what time it was. Finally, a man came out from behind the counter. It was an old man was unarmed and was raising his hands. Guns sighed and kept his revolver. "I will not hurt you," he said, though he knew that his appearance was almost as scary as his weapon. "I work for Shinra" The man said nothing. "I just want to know if you've seen a girl here. She is blonde and beautiful." There was no answer. "Ok.I'm leaving. "I'm sorry for the `package´ that I have left here," he said pointing to the man. dead. "See ya, guy"

Sweetheart?

  At first the rebels were not close to the bakery, but as the day passed they moved closer to the bakery that Liza worked for. There were hardly any customers at around two pm and soon she knew why. Shots could be heard from a distance. Liza hoped they would not come closer and just stayed where she was along with an elderly couple that came here before there was any shooting and now they did not want to leave- of course not. It was probably dangerous in the streets, so the three of them stayed inside the small bakery, hoping for the danger to simply pass. It was not like Liza had never heard shots since she lived in this town, but of course it was still frightening every time.

There were people yelling outside of the bakery. What was going on? Why were they here? There was nothing to get in this little building, or was it? The door opened with a cheerful ‘chiring’ and heavy steps approached the counter behind which Liza and the elderly couple were hiding. why had they not gone into the storage room? It would have been a lot safer there. She heard a guy with a rough voice talking, telling everyone who was hiding in here to come out. How did they even know someone was here? The steps approached further but then a shot was heard. Loud and clear, making Liza shriek from fear and surprise. She held her mouth shut then and shivered, fearing to get killed. Something heavy fell on the floor - probably the person who was talking before. The elderly couple was holding each other’s hands.  Her own thoughts were spinning ‘Who shot him? will they safe us or kill us? Who shot him?’. She had not been this scared ever since her ex-boyfriend had hit her so hard that she had to be brought to the hospital. Maybe the fear was even bigger now? Her ex did not have any guns..

At first the rebels were not close to the bakery, but as the day passed they moved closer to the bakery that Liza worked for. There were hardly any customers at around two pm and soon she knew why. Shots could be heard from a distance. Liza hoped they would not come closer and just stayed where she was along with an elderly couple that came here before there was any shooting and now they did not want to leave- of course not. It was probably dangerous in the streets, so the three of them stayed inside the small bakery, hoping for the danger to simply pass. It was not like Liza had never heard shots since she lived in this town, but of course it was still frightening every time.