"Chuuya, I was going to say my motto-"

"I don't give a fuck, scumbag." Chuuya glowers intensely at her, his hatred growing by the second.

I hate people who play around with their food.

"But you rudely interrupted me!" Ineko cries out, her tone playful but her aura spiteful. Her slim fingers slide across her blade almost lovingly as she tries to wipe the remaining blood off, but resulting in blood smears. His blue eyes are ice cold as he glares at the younger mafia, open hostility making the atmosphere tense.

"Seadog," Chuuya spits, "there was no need to kill everyone in there. Boss ordered for the double crossers to die, not for everyone who happened to be in there."

"The remaining would of leaked intel anyway, so might as well get rid of all the hazards before they become disasters, ne~"

"You tick me off, seadog." Chuuya stiffly turns around so he won't snap anymore at his rude and childish apprentice.

"As do you, chibi-chan~"

Thus, Chuuya's rather short fuse- shorter than his height- snaps, and he sends a flying kick at her stomach, making her body fold as she gasps and slams into a wall. Ineko coughs out saliva mixed with blood, her pupils dilating a little.

"Come back to the base when you gain respect for your upperclassmen, seadog," Chuuya snarls and walks away, his jacket slung over one shoulder lazily.

"Tch." Ineko sits up and spits out the remaining liquid in her mouth then wiping her mouth. She looks at her filthy hands and quickly looks around before wiping it on the wall.

After checking that her plain black sheath did not sustain any damage, she glowers at the retreating back of the undeniably handsome mafia executive. "That tiny shit will be the death of me," she swears and stands up, and without a glance at the four bodies on the ground, she walks off, in the opposite direction of Chuuya Nakahara.