To Be A Scrapper (Suzuya Juuzou)

Chapter 73

Previous trivia: Who begins the iconic phrase the elites use when starting a mission?

Answer: Jiro

As some of you guys remembered, Jiro always says "Elites..." And the rest of the elites follow with "Let's do this shit."

That's a hell of a hype phrase amirite? XD
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The naked eye of a human being is gifted with the magical ability to percieve an enormous array of colors. It allows people to see the world in a more vivid, entrancing way. Like a delicate rose that rests on a crystal vase, some are able to judge an entire situation based on color alone.

The feeling people perceive when they see a red rose is completely different to what they see in a black one. Love, death, although in reality there is not much difference between the two.

If color is one of the most beautiful gifts given to mankind, how is it possible for it to clash so violently on ocassions?

Shin's thought patterns bounced across the walls of the room, his muscles slightly tensed as he watched the scene in front of him. Bright, bubbly champagne set atop a soft, velvet mantlepiece.

If the idea seemed so beautiful in his head, how could the tension in the room be suffocating as Jiro's golden gaze clashed thunderously with Rei's crimson one.

"You tried to kill her." Jiro seethed, the coldness in his tone almost sending shivers down Shin's spine.

At decision of Madam A, each elite would scrap separately. Emi had been called a few minutes earlier to warm up for her upcoming comeback to the scene, leaving the group of boys in complete tension as the only piece keeping them calm had disappeared.

The blond was standing at the very end of the room, his fists clenched at his sides and looking near the brink of explosion. It was not common for Jiro to lose his temper, and highly dangerous if it were to happen.

Rei was staring blankly at him, almost amused at Jiro's outburst as an unnoticeable smile tugged at his lips.

"She's been close to losing her mind thinking about you, and you have the nerve to try to kill her."

"How much do you know Emi?" The snow haired boy hummed, his hair swaying lightly as he had to tilt his head up to look at the blond male.

"I know enough."

"I don't think so." A teasing smile finally overpowered the boy's lips as he spoke. "It was only a knife. Emi would've been able to dodge it."

The blond was more than aware of Emi's capabilities, yet the mere thought of that boy threatening her life made his blood boil. He thought back on Emi, his little girl, and how much she seemed to care for the boy who now stood in front of him. Jiro didn't even sense an ounce of likability on him, which was extreme to say even for him.

"And if she didn't?" Jiro growled at Rei's attitude, his hard stare becoming even colder if that were even possible.

"Emi is not just a scrapper, you know." Rei's tone dropped it's playfulness. "She's more than capable of dodging a single knife."

He said, because it was easier than naming the thousands of demons that blinded his vision as he threw that knife. How was he supposed to say he simply did not recognize the girl as she stood across the room? And that even now, as the feeling of finding a long lost puzzle piece invaded him, his mind did not fully abandon its hazy state and his memory was still splotchy and blurry in some places.

"You threatened her life."

"Her life has been threatened ever since she was brought to this mess of a world." Rei raised his eyebrows at the blond.

"You're missing my point." The blond muttered through clenched teeth. "It's not the knife that kills. Its the person behind it."

The blank expression on Rei's face served only to fuel Jiro's anger further. His body moved unconsciously, taking steps forward until he was towering over the smaller boy.

"I know what she's capable of. I know she can stand a thousand and one knives to her body. She's the strongest person I've ever met." Jiro muttered, his fingers unconsciously wrapping themselves against Rei's shirt as he roughly pulled him forward.

"I don't know who you are or why you think it's okay to do those kinds of things, but I'll tell you something. Hurting the people you care about is not the way to show love."

Rei's crimson gaze shone with a new wave of confusion as Jiro's own hazel eyes looked ablaze.

"If you so much as lay a finger on her with the intention of hurting her, I won't hesitate."

A cold, black barrel was pressed against Rei's throat, almost limiting his oxygen intake as he stood surprisingly patient in the blond's hold.

"Are you threatening me?" His voice came our airy and wrapped around a slightly teasing yet serious tone.

"You tell me."

"Well, I'll tell you something, Jiro was it?" Rei smiled, finally using his hand to slowly push the handgun away and tapping the blond's hand, making him release his hold on his shirt.

"The only reason you're still alive is because of her. People who don't know their place are just little lambs waiting to be skinned."

A cold, humorless chuckle rose against his throat at the taken aback expression from the blond.

"Don't push your luck, or you'll find out there is no such thing."

And those words could've not been closer to the truth, for right at that moment, a few rooms away Ryuu had just begun to realize the meaning behind them. What had started out as an excuse to go to the bathroom in order to explore the area had now taken a turn for the worse.

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I think I wouldn't survive a fight scene between Jiro and Rei :")

Did you guys like the chapter? Its kind of weird having Emi missing XD the next chapter will also be without her because Ryuu fucked up.

Feedback is greatly appreciated! 💜

TRIVIA: Which is Jiro's weapon of choice?

A. Rifle
B. Sniper
C. Handgun