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If there was one thing Makima was prepared for, was to expect the unexpected.
In this demon hunting business it was an important thing to keep in mind. And yet, when her team greeted her there was nothing but fear and shock reflected in their eyes.
Makima was curious now. Her team had seen many things, they were used to the gorish sights of the job as public safety officers, so to have them look this shocked –whatever laid inside the warehouse they were standing guard– must be good. Himeno was the one to fill her in, describing the situation to her with short, fair words, and even though she didn't seem as unsettled as her coworkers, it was clear that there was a hint of uneasiness around her as well.
Makima’s golden eyes narrowed in thought as Himeno narrated the situation to her. A young woman, her family killed, disappeared for months, a possible fiend situation. So, that's why she’s been called. She was here to determine if whatever or whoever laid inside the warehouse, was worth joining their team or not. Makima’s face remained expressionless as she took this in. Though inside her mind, she wondered how all of this botherish situation would turn out.
She was not looking for another fiend to add to her group. But well, she couldn't just deny her duty either. She had to concede her team a point and by doing so, she had to confront this situation.
The view that greeted her as soon as she passed the threshold of the old warehouse was indeed unsettling. An utter mess would be a better way to describe it. Blood, body parts, visceras everywhere, there were some lumps of meat which Makima suspected had been bodies once, but that was not the thing that made her pause. Nope. It was what laid in the middle of it all. A young bloody and naked woman. How old? Makima wasn't sure, though by the shape of her naked and bloody body she could guess she was nearing adulthood already. Young, but not that young.
Makima made her way to her, with slow and calm steps. Hands interlaced behind her back as she approached, her team, tense and on guard, followed. But the girl didn't even look at her, her hair fell around her shoulders, bloody and mated, clouding the view of her face a little, but Makima could make out her eyes filled with tears as she sat in the middle of the mess looking emptily at the mess around her. Like a helpless child. Something within Makima stirred. The woman didn't even seem to notice she was surrounded by other people. Or the gravity of the situation by all means. If she did she didn't seem to care at all.
Had she killed them all by herself?
Makima reached the fiend? Demon? Human? And stood right before her. The girl’s eyes didn't even bother to look up, fixed down on the bloody messy ground. What an interesting reaction. Or lack of anyways.
“Did you do this?” the question came in her usual emotionless tone. Her gaze remained expressionless as they settled on the silent woman.
You didn't reply, blinking slowly, as if dozing off, but not even showing any hint of reaction that you had heard her words. Makima tilted her head in curiosity. She kneeled before you. Reaching out to touch your blood-stained cheek. “Can you hear–” you flinched back before her hand could touch your cheek. And so, with that action you finally looked up.
Makima froze in place. Your eyes. In all her years, she had never seen such eyes before. Deep silver eyes with flickery specks of onyx mingled in them. She took a careful whiff of your scent, leaning forward just the tiniest bit, and her eyes narrowed.
So there is a demon inside of you. A human being who didn't like to be touched, and a Demon who inhabited this body in a silent procession. What an interesting turn of events.
Makima was swooning.
Makima came to an understatement after she finished her useless interrogation.
You hadn't answered any of her questions, nor had you even reacted, the only reaction she got out of you was hyperventilated gasps every time she tried to touch you. At the end she came to a bitter conclusion. If you were a fiend, you had no idea of how to recall your demon side. If you were a human, then you had lost all the things that made you a “normal” human. Therefore, Makima had no way to control you.
How can you control someone who lacks awareness?
As you were, you were more or less a helpless child. Makima’s only logical solution was to end your misery and have the risk of your existence conveyed. And yet, when she rose to her feet her eyes found yours, confused and lost, looking deeply into her eyes and… she couldn't do it.
Pufft, she huffed, blowing away some strands of hair from her forehead. “Fine.”
Makima leaned away from you. Crossing her arms behind her back. Her team tensed, ready for action. Perhaps, expecting to see her kill the woman. Instead she dusted her pants calmly.
“We’ll take her in.”
It was obvious that whatever demon took control of you was really making an effort to hide their true identity. Therefore it was not safe to leave you off like that. You clearly needed to be looked after and with such an interesting mystery in front of her, Makima couldn't avoid but step into the role. Not that she had other options either.
Her team’s eyes widened, yet no one dared to say the contrary. If their boss wanted to take you in they had to accept her choice. Remorseful, they leaned close to you, full intent to draw you up and usher you into one of their vehicles, but the moment their hands hoovered over you, you let out a shrill cry that resonated all over the warehouse.
The team froze in place. It had been the first real reaction since they encountered you.
Makima turned, staring with curiosity as you screamed out, quickly backing up into a ball between viscera and blood. Your reaction though, was not what got Makima’s attention, but the way Makima’s team remained frozen, that was what made her pause.
Her team eyes were wide, fists clenched together as they gasped for breath. In less than a minute they all fell to the floor, gasping for breath that did not come, clawing the ground with wide eyes. The air around her suddenly felt cold and charged with something, and as you clawed the ground and panted, her team remained frozen, letting out guttural wheezes and gurgles as they clenched their fists so tight they drew blood.
Makima’s eyebrows rose. What an interesting development, she thought and stared with curiosity as you remained on a ball, bouncing back and forth, while her teammates fell and gasped for breath on the floor. So you weren't so useless after all, eh?
Slowly, she made her way to you, hoovering over your trembling body.
“Mmm, I think that's enough,” she whispered, looking around at her teammates writhing on the bloody ground. “They learned their lesson, they won’t touch you again.” And yet, nothing changed. She frowned. “That’s enough,” she repeated firmly, standing before you.
Still, no reaction. Beside her, Himeno pulled a knife, but Makima extended her arm out to stop her. With a sigh, Makima kneeled in front of you and reached out, grasping your chin tightly between her fingers. Immediately, your eyes looked at her. Her eyes burning deep into yours.
“Let go,” she whispered, voice strong and commanding. She moved to cup her hands over your cheeks, lightly adding pressure. Not enough to actually hurt, but enough to convey her underlying threat. “Let go.”
Makima wasn't sure if you understood what she was asking for, and yet… she let her thumbs run over your skin and down the dark bags underneath your eyes, gently soothing the dark skin there. Her eyes did not blink once as she shifted her voice to be deep and commanding.
“Do it.”
Your eyes burned into hers. Deep and desperate, and as if possessed your hands shot out, grasping the sleeves of her forearms and then… your head sagged forward onto her chest and you gasped for air.
Makima remained still as you took in sharp long breaths. Coughing violently, speckles of blood staining her shirt, not that she cared much about it anyways. Her attention was mostly focused on her peers. Around her everyone gasped for breath as well.
Interesting.
Makina leaned back, keeping her hands on you to keep you in place. Slowly she took off her coat, placed it over your naked shoulders and –when it became clear you wouldn't do it yourself– leaned down, placed her arms around your hips and just picked you up like a child. Your face nuzzled her neck, your hands grasped the back of her shirt, trembling as they clutched her shirt.
Makima made her way out of the massacred warehouse, receiving odd and resentful looks from all her team, but she ignored them as she made her way with a bloody and naked woman in her arms. Himeno followed her with intent, giving her an odd look that questioned her actions. Makima ignored it. She still wasn't sure why she was doing this, but she knew that her curiosity about you was picked, and so, she would get at the bottom of this.
If it meant having to adopt a new puppy, well…
And so started your journey in the private sector. And your conjoined life with Makima as well.