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That One Time Doctor Gave a Shit About Someone Else (Doctor and Swindler Interaction)

Warnings: Doctor being herself, slight spoilers for the manga, implied sexual assault, murder and slight gore.

@hisredhysteria Request: Swindler and Doctor interaction.

Out of all the things that Doctor wanted to do on a Saturday night, catering to the whims of a group of miscreant would have never appeared on her list. On a Saturday night, Doctor wanted to be either knee deep in someone's entrails or sipping wine from her personal stash. However, due to her weakness for Courier's stolid presence and inability to find her attractive, Doctor had acquiesced to an outing with him to the nearest bar.

Unfortunately, Doctor found herself quite mistaken. Instead of it being a rendezvous reserved for two, she had found herself accompanied by the rest of the motley crew. That is to say, the plebeians who dared breathe too hard in her presence.

Brawler, in an attempt to kill her (there was no doubt about it), had clapped her several times on the back. Had she not augmented herself with a spine that was nigh indestructible to help support her breasts, she would have toppled over. He had laughed at her look of rage, but offered an apology to which she icily accepted.

Tonight was not a night for needless bloodshed.

(Doctor would just have to come up with a good reason to stick her scalpel into someone).

As the group meandered into the bar, they all separated into their own separate cliques. As usual, Brawler (the idiot) was accompanied by Hoodlum (the idiot enabler). Swindler had taken refuge at the bar with a stone-faced Courier. How cute, Doctor thought with enough acidity that could dissolve a dead body. And as for Cutthroat... Doctor would rather not think about Cutthroat at that moment.

He was probably... wreaking havoc where there was an inordinate amount of red or...

Doctor rubbed her temples when she saw Cutthroat hug an unsuspecting Swindler from behind, which caused that poor girl to squeal.

In her own little space, Doctor couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be as innocent (or as naively stupid) as Swindler. Doctor herself didn't have that luxury when she was a young adult... Ah, but then again, she was a different person with an equally different body at that time, so the question didn't matter anyway.

One would think that Doctor hogging an entire table to herself, surrounded by virile young men and equally attractive women lusting at her would be enough to satisfy her ego, but she couldn't help but allow her sour mood to affect her demeanor. Tonight, she simply wasn't in the right mind to socialize. Having the top pick of pliable flesh wasn't enough for her, she wanted to feel like she was in control.

(Blood dripping onto the bar floor, the screams of her victims fading into wheezing gasps of breath as she vivisected them).

It would be easy to satisfy her urges. Half of the patrons were already sinking steadily into their cups and the other half was being coerced into drinking more. Not a sober soul in sight would be leaving this bar, Doctor was sure of it.

As the woman took another elegant sip of her drink—a sparkly pink affair that some young thing with an ego just as big as Brawler’s had decided to buy her—she happened to lock eyes with Swindler. What Doctor found interesting was that the younger woman held her stare startlingly well. That is, Swindler was able to hold her ground before she abruptly broke it off when Cutthroat decided it was a good idea to lick her cheek.

Ugh.

As a medical practitioner, Doctor had already been acquainted with the many functions and fluids within the human body. However, that didn’t mean that she relished Cutthroat coming that close to Swindler. For the briefest moments, Doctor almost felt sorry for her.

And then Doctor felt a cough creeping up her throat so it was probably that.

As the hours passed, Doctor felt her mind was slowly collapsing and escaping into the ether. Perhaps it was the free drinks that people kept passing off to her, but maybe it was because Doctor wasn’t really feeling up to social interactions all night either. Some would call it sulking, but Doctor would say that this farce of an outing was beneath her.

Because she still had a reputation to uphold, she decided to bid her fellow Akudama a good night. (Hey, she was rude out of necessity, not because she wanted to be cruel… Shhh, that was a lie, but she supposed that if you were dumb enough to believe her then you wouldn’t be too offended by how she went about her goodbyes, right?)

“I’m leaving,” Doctor stated imperiously.

It didn’t matter if Brawler and Hoodlum were busy singing drinking songs and hyping each other up to drink more than their body weight in cheap liquor. It didn’t matter that Cutthroat was too busy trying to build a tower out of maraschino cherries (and was steadfastly ignoring the frightened look on the bartender’s face whenever he let out an especially deranged chuckle). And it certainly didn’t rankle Doctor’s nerves that the one man who she deemed somewhat worthy of her time was busy scrolling through his phone and had only grunted out a curt goodbye that only barely assuaged Doctor’s ego.

“I’m coming with you!”

Doctor blinked in mild confusion before she rolled her eyes. Before Swindler could take offense, Doctor waved a hand as if shepherding a simple-minded fool, saying once more, “Au revoir” before heading out the bar.

Outside, the night air was frigid. Exhaling, Doctor saw that small clouds of her breath floated, the hue tainted neon red due to the surrounding lights. In the silence that followed Doctor, she thought that she must have lost Swindler, but was once again cursed with her presence when the younger woman finally opened the door.

“You could have waited,” Swindler huffed.

“And you could have left with someone else.”

“So could you.”

Doctor refused to go into further debate with her.

Without another word, Doctor turned on her heel and began walking towards the nearest station. If the both of them were lucky, then their transportation would be filled with other passengers so they wouldn’t be stewing together in silence by themselves. Fortunately, luck was on both their sides. A few minutes after encountering the station, they were able to board a bus. Aside from these two women, there was an elderly woman napping against the window while a few young men were chatting quietly in the corner. A few loners also littered the space, but it was mostly deserted.

Good.

Without a word, Doctor departed for the furthest corner of the bus where it was unlikely for her to get accosted by strangers. Even after she had taken an antidote to speed up the metabolising process of alcohol, she was still human. A human who could alter various aspects of herself including her longevity, but human nonetheless. She was tired and if she wanted to take a nap in a space as open as a bus, she would make sure that she wasn’t as vulnerable as the normal passers by.

As the engine hummed beneath her feet and the chatter of the young men did not grow in volume, Doctor began to drift into sleep.

Now, Doctor wasn’t a heavy sleeper, but she wasn’t a light sleeper either. However, Doctor would admit that when woken abruptly, she could be rather… irritable.

And when she was irritable, Doctor had the tendency to lash out.

So, when Doctor felt herself slipping back into consciousness not because she willed her body back into the living plain of existence, her hand reflexively slithered into the inner pockets of her lab coat to withdraw a laboratory’s supply of scalpels. She did, unlike a certain serial killer dressed in white, have a sense of control. Assessing the situation was one of the lessons she had learned as a rookie—it could be a matter of life and death. Split second decisions made horrific if you didn’t think through the process carefully.

When Doctor opened her eyes, she immediately latched onto three targets.

Swindler, the naive fool, must have been sitting at the very front of the bus. Not necessarily a bad place to be during the day, but because they were in a seedy part of the city, it wouldn’t be surprising to think that the bus was playing host to a variety of degenerates lusting for their pound of flesh.

And speaking of flesh…

Doctor’s eyes narrowed in surprise before morphing into disgust. Of the group of young men who had been talking idly earlier, at least two were crowding into Swindler’s space, their hands grasping at her shoulder, her thigh. Their faces were close to hers as she tried her best to look away and appear smaller than usual. It didn’t matter her methods, Doctor was more than well aware of what sort of men roamed the streets of Kansai.

They could be born with silver spoons in their mouths or suckling smog from their mother’s teats, they were all the same.

Disgusting pigs.

Honestly, Doctor had better things to do than intervene…. Ah, but then the girl would cry and she’d get an earful from the others later and furthermore… Well, Doctor wasn’t exactly the magnanimous type, but she was a professional even if she lost her license years ago. And doctors like herself were duty bound not to let their patients suffer any more pain.

But for the scum who were acting so brutishly…

Tonight was going to be a good night after all!

Two men.

Three bystanders who pointedly stared out the windows or down into their laps.

The elderly woman who was still blissful in the throes of sleep.

The old lady was fine—Doctor would be generous.

For the three bystanders, she threw her scalpels in quick succession, all of which lodged themselves into their jugular veins—a quick, but messy death.

For the two men who had been startled by the sounds of bodies hitting the floor, she poured a poison of her own making into their mouths. As their bodies convulsed on the floor, screams of pain fading away into the death cries that were only mere breaths in the evening air, Doctor felt elated.

All was well once again.

“You… you didn’t have to do that you know.”

Never mind. The bane of her existence had seen fit to voice her opinions right when Doctor was in the middle of experiencing orgasmic bliss.

Doctor flicked her hair over her shoulder, the dyed ends slightly speckled with blood. “I didn’t do that for you. A goddess such as myself has to let herself loose sometimes and I was annoyed anyway.”

Swindler openly gaped at her, but managed to close her mouth after a few delayed seconds. And then—

"Hmmm, but I annoy you..." Doctor didn't like what Swindler's face was doing, but it wasn't healthy. There was no way someone's lips could spread apart their face like that. And Swindler's eyes were more starry than usual.

How disgusting.

"How perceptive of you to finally realize just how much I loathe you."

"And yet I am still alive."

"It would be a pain to dispose of your body."

"You don't dispose of bodies."

Doctor began stalking towards the back of the bus. No, she wasn't browbeaten into admitting defeat; this was simply a tactical retreat. Plus, if she stood close to the younger woman for too long, Doctor would be tempted to do some emergency surgery.

Swindler laughed, a sound that was part incredulous and another part genuinely happy. "So you do care about me!"

Too happy.

Doctor could practically feel radiation from how bright Swindler's smile was.

"I. Do. Not."

Swindler sat back in her seat, not at all minding the blood pooling on the floor and the bits of blood splatter on her seat. In fact, the young woman looked rather gleeful while seated on a throne where dead bodies lay at her feet.

"If you want, there's some liquor at my place?"

That.

That was actually tempting.

Not that Doctor was planning on doing that.

"Not happening." Swindler's face fell and maybe it was because Doctor was still riding her high from her latest killing craze that she found herself thinking damn, it would be a waste to not celebrate with free liquor... Doctor must be tipsier than she thought. "Fine. If there's wine and if you don't talk too much."

Swindler made a motion as if zipping her lips shut before shooting Doctor a thumbs up.

Resigned to her fate as the girl's chaperone for the rest of the night and potentially the coming morning, Doctor once again tried to nap.

She was getting sentimental in her old age.

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A Fighting Chance (Brawler and Swindler Interaction)

Warnings: Cutthroat being a jerk, violence mentions.

Anonymous Request: I hope this isn't a bother but maybe something lighthearted between Brawler and Swindler? I think they'll get along enough to be friends.

If not, then anything else you have in mind is good if that's alright!

“Hey, man. I think the little lady needs her space.”

Brawler’s booming voice, so loud and forceful, nearly knocked Swindler to the ground. Despite his looming presence and hulking appearance, the young woman felt somewhat reassured that she wasn’t alone. Beside her, Cutthroat huffed a near imperceptible sigh before bouncing away from nearly straddling Swindler’s lap.

“Hello, Mr. Brawler!” Despite the childlike nature of his voice, the infamous serial killer’s stance was tense—a coiled spring and a rope pulled too taut. “My little angel and I were—”

Taking this opportunity, Swindler scrambled to her feet, a wary but thankful expression on her face as she regarded the much larger man. It was comical in hindsight—she was much shorter and petite compared to the street fighter—but she would rather not be in close proximity to an Akudama who had reportedly killed hundreds of people for the sake of it. If that meant trading one definite evil to a supposed one, Swindler would take it.

Laughing nervously, she turned to Cutthroat and said, “Actually, I wanted to ask Brawler something. Something important!” It was a boldfaced lie, but Cutthroat was too enamored to realize that his beloved angel was not as innocent as he thought she was.

Or, perhaps, he already knew and was relishing in her attempts to hide herself away from him.

Pouting, Cutthroat twirled one of his many knives that he had hidden away in his coat before tracing a playful little pattern up and down Swindler’s gloved arm.

“But it’s not important enough for me?”

If he pressed just a hair deeper into her skin, Swindler knew that he would draw blood. Despite the threat, Swindler was willing to take her chances. As much as the situation said otherwise, she has a feeling that Brawler could more than hold his own if the worst came to pass.

“Yeah, yeah! I’m just…” As much as Swindler would have liked to say that she was a better liar after having been thrown from the jaws of multiple sharks in open water and into an enclosed tank of piranhas, she knew that she was still the same young woman who was way in over her head. In other words, right when the words she most wanted to say were on the tip of her tongue, she floundered and found that Cutthroat’s childish demeanor was swiftly becoming… something more sinister.

“Last I checked, brother, if something’s important, it’s best that you gotta keep these sorts of things private.” Brawler held up both of his muscular arms in a parody of surrender. “I won’t keep the little lady long if that’s what got you worried.”

Cutthroat’s violet eyes appraised Brawler for a few good seconds before coming to a conclusion that remained a mystery to the other parties involved. Without so much as a by your leave, he pecked Swindler on the cheek—a bright dusty rose blooming to life on her warmed skin—before flouncing away.

Chuckling a little to herself at the luck that she had unwittingly been granted, Swindler turned to her unlikely savior… only to pause in wary apprehension at the sight of a surprisingly concerned look on his face.

“Ya gotta stand up for yourself sometime, Swindler. Or else you might end up losing more than just your personal space.”

Swindler felt herself deflate at his words. As much as she wanted to rail against Brawler’s attempt to nose his way into her personal life, he had a point. While she may have been roped into a harebrained scheme with multiple persons of a criminal background, that didn’t mean that she could automatically sacrifice her wants and needs just for the sake of appeasing her new acquaintances.

But these were Akudama.

And Cutthroat was a serial killer.

It would have been a different case if Swindler was dealing with the same problem with Courier. She had no doubt that he killed people in the past, but he had a rigid moral code—but while that moral code was influenced by money changing hands in his favor, at least he could be swayed.

Cutthroat seemed dead set on foisting his affections on her.

She nodded in assent, her head hanging low. “Yeah.” Her voice was soft, nearly unintelligible amidst the evening breeze and the workings of the underbelly of a corrupt city. “I could end up dead.”

“Or worse.”

Her fingers curled into fists, her nails digging into her gloves, but nonetheless causing a brief moment of discomfort. “Or worse.”

“Punch me.”

Startled, Swindler’s fists loosened and her eyes widened upon the sight of mischief lighting up the man’s features. “Pardon?”

“You heard me, sister! Throw a punch!” At the silence, Brawler goodnaturedly held up two of his fingers, crossed them, and laid them on his chest. “Cross my heart, I won’t punch you back.”

“But—I just—” The young woman pinched her temples and blew through clenched teeth when she saw that her bluster and fluster had only strengthened the radiance behind his smile. “You know what? Forget it.”

Throwing all caution to the wind, she curled her fingers into a fist, reared back, and—

“Not bad. Any guy a third my size and a tenth of my reaction time could stop you, but not bad.”

Swindler cradled her dominant hand to her chest, her breathing rapid and ragged to combat against crying out in pain.

Brawler was built like a brick!

“You can cry, little lady. Ain’t nobody here to judge.”

Swindler gritted her teeth. “You’re here.”

“Yeah, but you don’t see me judging!”

Brawler… had a point. He was reckless and brash, but it was his fists that did all of the dirty work. For all of the harsh stereotypes that came to mind when Swindler had first seen him, he was surprisingly well adjusted and kind compared to the rest of the Akudama. Of course, he was a bit of a brute and his love for violence knew no bounds, but he had a moral code—something that Courier and Doctor seemed to lack.

As a compromise, Swindler allowed herself to moan in pain.

And then, as an afterthought, she yelled at him.

“What was that for? If you knew that I wasn’t going to exceed your expectations, why—”

“And there’s the little spitfire I could smell a mile away.”

Brawler effectively steamrolled over Swindler, but his earnest expression and look of pride on his face that was directed at her made Swindler feel appreciated. For that, she didn’t mind too much. She was, however, a bit surprised at his choice of words. Spitfire?

“Look, little lady, it’s not about the strength of the punch—” He looked rather pensive at that moment, as if remembering something, before continuing. “—but it does play a factor—I mean, why do you think I’m so strong? Anyway, it’s mostly your conviction. Determination. Whenever I see you with that creepy guy, it’s almost like you don’t got a backbone and that ain’t right. A lot of people are born with backbones.”

Swindler didn’t know whether she should be amazed at Brawler’s candidness or laugh at how bluntly he put his thoughts together.

She opted to ask one question that she had been entertaining since the start of this weird encounter. “I think I get what you’re saying, but why are you telling me this? You could have ignored what was happening, but you didn’t.”

Brawler was an Akudama, yes, but he was hiding a heart of gold underneath his rough and tumble exterior. It intrigued her. Did all Akudama hide more underneath the surface? What would happen if she were to speak with Doctor? Actually, no… Swindler probably wouldn’t get that far. That woman was not an ideal person to speak with, Akudama or not.

“Because,” Brawler limbered up his shoulders and struck a pose that emphasized his biceps. “Everybody deserves a fighting chance.”

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