Shinjrio slowed a little to let the young girl lead, grateful to have found someone so accepting and kind. He might not have been as lucky if he found someone else here instead. He didn’t know where he was, exactly, but at least he had someone to guide him.
As he passed by people, he tried to ignore the stares and hold that sense of purpose and intensity, marching on like he owned the place. This came at the cost of everyone who thought they owned the place becoming really pissed off at him. It wasn’t so much a problem until a few bikers jumped up, the leader with a ridiculous haircut that made Shinjiro wonder how much hair gel he needed to hold it up. The man practically spat in his face as he talked, getting all up in the armoured man’s personal space, and within punching distance- a fatal mistake.
“Hey, who’s dis bastard, hunh? He stompin’ ‘round like he’s some super-important guy. Where the hell didja come from, a costume shop? I thinks we needs to punch a little sense into the guy, eh fellas?”
The leader turned to his buddies who nodded in agreement, just itching for a fight. One even tried to grab Rena, a malicious grin painting his face. Shinjiro continued to look down at the biker leader, then slowly wiped off the saliva on his face plate. He then said politely, “I suggest you back off before you get hurt, punk. I do not want to leave a bad impression to the public.”
The biker grew furious and started shouting again, “Oh yeah, PUNK? I betcha I could take ya an’ yer’ silly getup ‘der. I’ll show ya pain!”
Shinjiro wiped off yet more saliva and muttered, “Mimicry is a form of flattery, so they say. I am going to take your repetition of my words as flattery, because you wouldn’t want me deliberately angry. Trust me, you don’t know pain yet. You have barely scrapped the surface of pain.”
Rena blinked as her eyes changed from its cutesy aura to a more menacing expression, filled with a sense of dominance and evilness. One of the men took notice of her change, and immediately backed off from his attempt to grab her. His face showed signs of sweat and fear, almost recalling the time where a similar situation occurred. He cringed as he remembered seeing the same eyes on all the other villagers’ faces for picking on a guy named “Keiichi Maebara”.
"B-Boss…" The man looked to the leader, expressing his worry, "…it’s gonna be like ‘that’ again. I thought we promised not to mess with the new kids in this area!"
The leader smirked at the man’s frightful expression, before taking notice of Rena’s killer eyes. “Oh sh*t…”
Rena, on the other hand, approach the men without hesitation, standing right in front of the leader. “Rena wouldn’t like to make any trouble in public…”
"F*ck…" The leader cursed as he, too, was intimidated by those eyes.
"Rena would like this to end as peacefully…." She then smiled, still giving off a sense of dominance in the air, "…as possible. Before it gets ugly…."