The older man clears his throat and comes to stand across from Yujin, tucking his handkerchief back into the breast pocket of his jacket.
"Where's the S ranked item?" His entire demeanor has changed. There's no more woe for being called old, or admiration when he's talking about his pookie. He's cold and firm. The lightness in his eyes has hardened into determination, and Yujin's stomach sinks.
Ah, he's stuck between a corner and a hard place, huh?
"I don't know." He sighs. It's true. He really doesn't know where it is right now. Not even who it's with, because while the other thief did seem a bit familiar, he doesn't know who he is. For all Yujin knows he could be the son of the baker on Lemons Street, who makes his favorite banana nut muffin.
Smack!
His head whips to the left, his cheek and lip throbs. Something wet drips down his chin and he licks his lower lip, tasting the copperness of his blood. Are slaps supposed to hurt this badly?
Yujin groans and throws his head back as the right side of his face pulses.
Ding! Ding!
[Basic Profile is visible.]
[Name: Gerardo Guanzuelo
Age: 37
Guild: Knights of Coal
Class: Offensive Esper Grade: A-
Position: Tank/Gunman
Blessed by Almi : Enhanced senses]
Wow, guess he wasn't lying about his age.
Almi? The hunting god. It makes more sense now, why his slap hurt more than it should've. With Almi's blessing, any human would have everything about their senses enhanced. His hearing, his eye sight, his sense of smell, and his strength.
"Don't lie to me, Mister Yujin." He leans forward and glares, "I don't like liars."
"Gerardo Guanzuelo, wow that is a long name." Yujin mutters. It's a good thing he didn't have a middle name. "Can I just call you, uh, Mr. Guan? Or how about Gigi? Oh yeah, that's so much easier."
"You think just because you're Versance's second son you'd get away scott free?" He asks, his voice light. He lifts his leg and kicks Yujin in the chest. "Sorry to tell you, but only your father is in such a high position. Not his son. So his immunity won't apply to you."
He falls back and the chair crashes against the floor. The air is knocked out of him and he gasps, his back screaming in agony. Oh yeah. Something is definitely broken, two hits in the same place in less than twenty-four hours is bound to mess something up.
Yujin blinks away the tears that blur his vision, is this his punishment? All he wanted was an S-Class item, why is that so wrong?
"But I'm telling the truth!" Yujin sputters between breaths. Is there a chance he can convince him not to call his parents? Eh, he doubts it.
The old man comes around the table to stand over him, his black leather dress shoes inches away from his nose. The scent of his newly polished foot wear makes Yujin's throat sore.
Mr. Gigi scrutinizes Yujin with pursed lips, no sign of trust to be found on his expression.
"I don't have it." Yujin says. He sighs and goes limp. The cold of the cement seeps into his back. His parents are definitely going to come pick him up and then he'll never hear the end of this.
"Then where could it have gone?" Mr. Gigi scoffs. "Hm? Did it just up and disappear?"
"Yes," He nods his head with all the seriousness he can muster. Then he pauses. Wait, that wasn't what he wanted to say. He's going to need a better excuse than that, though.
Yujin shifts awkwardly, he's still strapped to the chair, and with the old man looming over him, with his arms crossed, it's a little weird. "I smashed the glass and before I could touch it, they vanished." And the thief who stole them from him. Only his mouth won't allow him to say that.
Why isn't his brain to mouth function working?! It would be so easy to mention the other guy, only his body seems to refuse to do it.
There's a sudden ring that makes them both pause.
"It isn't me." Yujin shrugs. The older man grumbles beneath his breath before pulling his phone out of his inside pocket. When he sees the caller ID, he smiles, the cold and evil aura leaving him in a second.
What a shift in mood.
"Don't say a word. I have to take this." He glares at him. He turns away and walks to the table at the other side of the interrogation room.
"Hello, my pookie pie," The man coos, his voice soft and low. It's like he has multiple personalities, his mood changes so quickly.
Yujin's eyebrows scrunch as he tries to glimpse up at him. Is he seriously taking a call while beating him to a pulp? Yujin groans beneath his breath and turns to look at the draeven. What was his name, Xavier?
The red draeven blinks orange eyes at him. Its mouth opens and yawns. Wow, is this the draeven who tackled Yujin to the ground earlier? It must be more like its owner than Yujin first thought because its mood also seems to change quickly.
"Oh, I know." Mr. Gigi murmurs, his voice smooth compared to the way he spit on Yujin without a care. "I'm almost done, and I'll be there soon. I know you hate it when I take too long, snookums."
Snookums? The nicknames just keep getting worse. Why can't he just use normal ones, like honey, or sweetie?
Yujin's mind trails to the other thief.
Did he manage to actually get away or did he get caught by the patrollers? If he did, then Yujin probably wouldn't be getting interrogated right now. He purses his lips, something is keeping him from telling them about the other thief.
Yujin was about to, because he has no problem screwing over the bastard who did it to him first, but something in his gut makes him pause.