DxD: The Runaway Gremory

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All eight of the guys from the Manisalera Cartel (Kenji presumed) started laughing maniacally.

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"Did you hear that?!" the leader asked. "Be rude, she says! What a crazy bitch!"

Right at that moment, the door to the bar opened again, and four people walked in.

The first was a Chinese-American woman of moderate height, in her early to mid-twenties. She had amber-brown eyes, a slightly tan complexion, and her plum-coloured hair was kept in a loose pony tail, with large bangs falling onto her forehead.

She had a slender, yet muscular build. On her right upper arm, she had a tribal tattoo, reaching all the way to her neck.

She wore a pair of Vietnam War-era US military jungle boots without socks, very shot cut-off jeans, and a black crop top, which exposed her lower belly. She hadn't bothered to button up her pants, and used a US Army webbing belt to keep them up.

The second was a Japanese man in his mid to late-twenties, with black hair and brown eyes. He wore a simple white collared shirt, a neatly-done tie, dress trousers and dress shoes.

He looked boring, in Kenji's opinion.

The third person was a huge, heavily-muscled African-American man. He was completely bald, wore a flak-jacket, military fatigues, Vietnam War-era US military jungle boots, and a pair of sunglasses, completely concealing his eyes.

The fourth was a Caucasian-American man in his late twenties, with blonde hair and amber eyes. He wore a simple Hawaiian shirt and jeans.

While the eight men were laughing in front of the maid-woman, a fifth person stepped out from behind the four that had just walked in.

He was a young Venezuelan boy, in his very early teens, with blonde hair and brown eyes. He wore a blue button-up shirt with yellow collar and trim, and looked pretty goddamn scared about the situation.

"I'm very sorry. " The maid-woman drew Kenji's attention again, as she raised her umbrella.

"But I will not be able to hold back. Please excuse me… and I hope you enjoy yourselves.

"

A full second passed, before the young boy yelled out "ROBERTA!" and a huge explosion came out of the umbrella's tip.

On the spot, one of the men went flying through the air, and crashed through one of the circular tables and onto the floor, dead.

"Holy fucking fuck. " Kenji muttered, under his breath.

He'd seen Erza do something like that to Zest during one of their spars, but she was a Mid-Class Devil in terms of power, and she had promoted to Rook at that time.

This was just a human.

Granted, it was a human with a weapon, but it was a human nonetheless.

"Shit, didn't this place just re-open?" the African-American man asked.

"Dutch, I know what I want for Christmas. " The Chinese-American woman said, though Kenji swore that her eyes had moved into the exact spot where Kenji was standing, invisible, but they had flicked back to the fight that was happening.

The young boy just stood there, staring at 'Roberta'.

All the other seven men drew their weapons, and all started shooting at Roberta on the spot. Roberta rolled out of the way, opened her umbrella and used it as a shield.

That was what it seemed like, but Kenji saw from the angle he was standing at that Roberta had placed her suitcase behind the umbrella, and was crouching behind that.

She then managed to dispatch the men attacking her with a grace and finesse that Kenji knew, from his own experiences in fighting, that she had practised. A LOT.

He would've preferred a sword than having a shotgun concealed inside an umbrella, but hey.

To each their own.

Kenji looked at the door, and saw that the five people standing outside weren't there. Looking down, he saw that they had taken shelter underneath a table, and seemed to be conversing.

The Chinese-American woman had crawled out from under the table and gone behind the bar while everyone was shooting at each other.

"REVY!" someone behind the bar shouted. "YOU BITCH! IS THIS YOUR FAULT?! HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOUR FRIENDS GONNA BLOW UP MY FUCKING BAR?!"

"They're not my friends!" Revy yelled back. "Don't try and pin this shit on me, you dumbass!" And just like that, everyone stopped shooting.

"Fuck…" Revy whispered. "It's almost like they were waiting for me to open my mouth.

"Lagoon Company?" one of the guys who were still alive shouted. "What the fuck are you guys doing here? What happened to that package you were supposed to deliver us?!"

"Okay, hold on. " Dutch said.

"Don't jump to conclusions, Abrego. "

"THEN WHY THE FUCK IS THE PACKAGE HERE?!" Abrego screamed. "You better not have ignored our contract!"

"I said, don't jump to conclusions!" Dutch said, firmly. "We'll talk about payment later, this ain't the time!"

"Young master. " Roberta said, looking directly at the blonde-haired boy.

"I certainly didn't expect to see you here, Master Garcia. Your father has been extremely worried about you.

Please, come. " Roberta then walked towards Garcia, who visibly tensed up.

Furrowing his brow, Kenji made to remove his invisibility spell and walk forward, but Roberta stopped.

"It's only natural that you feel afraid right now. But if you let me, I will explain myself.

I promise, you will understand. " Her face turned to the guy in the white shirt, who was sitting beside Garcia, Dutch, who was standing against the wall, the guy in the Hawaiian shirt, who was cowering against the wall, and Revy, who was just behind the bar.

"Who are these people?"

"Not good. Their eyes met.

" Dutch muttered.

"No, Roberta don't-" Garcia shouted, before Revy jumped out and grabbed Garcia by the neck, putting a gun to his head.

Deciding that enough was enough, Kenji cancelled the spell and fired a warning shot from one of his guns, which came dangerously close to Revy's left shoulder. Revy's eyes widened and her and Kenji's eyes met.

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"Put the kid down. " Kenji said, coldly.

"And no-one gets hurt. " He released a short blast of his killing intent, killing intent that could put down most beings below Mid-Class Devils.