[SS] JudgementCon: LoliJustice

"Time to go!"

Naoto watched motionlessly as he watched Oda lifted both Fremea and Tsuru off the ground as he dashed towards the entrance to the shop. He didn't know how to react to the judgment member's sudden escape but one thing he knew for certain was that it definitely was going to be misunderstood by the two thugs that had accused him of being a pervert just a moment before. Naoto himself would have thought Oda was kidnapping the two kids if he hadn't know the context behind the situation.

However, Naoto's concern for Oda's problems quickly evaporated as his own more dire situation began to dawn on him. He had been abandon, he was alone with the two thugs that had even caused Oda to run away despite the fact that moments before he practically asking for a fight. Had he simple been forgotten by the judgment member or had he been purposely left behind to slow down the thugs' pursuit? A number of thoughts were running through his head all at once but he knew one thing for certain, he had to get out of there.

He took one quick glance at the two thugs before dashing off after Oda. He could have diverted some of the thugs attention away from himself if he had run in the opposite direction but he couldn't risk losing the recruit especially not after all the pain he had gone through to get to him. As he desperately chased after Oda and as far as possible from the thugs he didn't slip and bite his tongue or get trampled by a passing crowd, fate for once seemed to have sided with him for once. That or it had decide being pursued by a self righteous gang of thugs was enough of a misfortune on its own.

Now all he needed to do was catch up Oda, figure out a way to escape the thugs, and get this recruitment done with once and for all.

Tsuru had no time to react. Not that reacting would have done him any good, being weak and slow. He found himself plucked from the ground without warning. Apparently his declarations had meant absolutely nothing to the older boy. 'Why me...' thought Hakusho Tsuru as he was roughly carted away. Was wanting to purchase origami paper for the sake of his hobby really such a crime? For what reason was he now caught up in this scenario!

Tsuru might have screamed his surrender to the heavens, were it not for his lack of breath. Being roughly bundled under an arm was simply not good for his frail constitution. With every step, the jolt that shook Tsuru's body made him lament the fact that he had ever shown concern for Kirikami Naoto.

“NYAAAAAAH!”

Fremea let out a cry as she felt herself being picked up and carried away by Taichi. At first she had no idea what was happening, but then she realized she was being carried by Taichi. While in this precarious position, she could tell that he had just decided to cut and run from these familiar strangers. But, at the same time, she had a bigger priority.

Her dress’s skirt was probably flying all over the place, revealing her underwear. Though she could not tell if this was happening, she fidgeted around with her arm flailing a tad bit as she tried to grab at the back of her dress and hold it down, failing to do so as her small arms failed to reach around Taichi’s.

Kamishiro and his pal stared dumbfounded for a second as the group made its dashing escape. They turned to each other with widened eyes.

“Did they just run?”

“I believe they did…”

Realizing that all they were doing was standing and trying to rationalize the situation, the two made a straight dash while Kamishiro pulled out his button and sent out a single message to all the Skill-Outs lurking in the shadow.

It’s time to execute the plan.

They had heard Fremea cry out. Now, it was time to save her from the clutches of the mad lolicon.

No, he had taken both. He was a lolicon and shotacon who was making his move.

They would not let this abduction come to completion.

There wasn't much to do other than run, the hunch was proven without a doubt they were being followed. And it wasn't hard to guess from how they spoke and to how they acted. These folks were without doubt part of Skill-out. But it wasn't the issue of what they were part off but more the fact of what they intend to do right now.

Their intentions were rather clear to Taichi though he may have gotten the messaged mixed up, they seemed like rather rude folks with ill intentions towards the two young elementary schoolers. This was something that Taichi couldn't allow in his good judgement, even if it would be much easier just to allow them to have their way. It was his job to keep those around him safe, and they were the priority both Seivelun and Tsuru.

Forgetting about a certain other he took both Tsuru and Seivelun and Tsuru far surprisingly, in fact, considering he barely had anything to eat today. Though now out of the shopping centre and some distance probably fifteen minutes away from pure running. His exhaustion was catching up with him and determined not to show it at least in front of the Skill-out members he decided to quickly run down an alleyway shortly just to hide his exhaustion from any other onlookers.

Placing the two elementary kids down, Taichi fell back against the wall he felt regretful about his luck that he had to deal with this situation now. But first, he needed help, or at least to get advice. He was prepared to phone his branch after taking out his phone, but a quick look towards the elementary school kids stopped him for a moment.

He was pretty sure they would be confused why they were just taken some distance away without question and silently hoped they didn't ask it. But he knew it was coming anyway. Right?

" Are you alright?" Oda asked casually. Taking the first step and going against his own wishes.

As Naoto ran he looked back to see that the two thugs were in pursuit but it seemed that they had been caught off guard by the sudden escape of their target. He felt a bit relieved at how the situation had turned out, the thugs were further behind then they could be and even better than that was the fact that their numbers didn't seem to be increasing. Maybe his earlier assumption was wrong and another organization wasn't coming after Oda to punish him for being a lolicon.

Despite the fact that he felt relieved that the current situation wasn't as bad as it could be he still found himself questioning what he had done to deserve his current fate. This was suppose to have been a simple recruitment mission but instead he found himself running from thugs driven by self righteous rage. Not only that but Oda had committed an act that made it look like he was kidnapping both Tsuru and Fremea meaning that the thugs probably thought he was a shotacon now too.

Despite the treatment Tsuru had been giving him since he had fallen on his face when originally approaching Oda and Fremea, Naoto still felt a pang of guilt for dragging his savior into this catastrophe. Up ahead he could see that Oda had turned and ran into an alleyway. While he couldn't let the recruit get out of the sight he at least had the decency to try taking one of the thugs off his trail. He turned and headed into the alleyway just across the way of the one the judgement member went into. If the thugs split it up to go after each of them they should be fine. He was certain that Oda could take care of one thug, probably more if it was necessary, and he pretty sure he could take care of at least one as well.

With the the time he had before the thugs caught up to them he frantic waved his hands in an attempt to catch Oda's attention. If he could just get the judgment members attention he could try to tell him about his plan to split up the thugs, it would have been so much easier if he could just speak and he cursed himself for earlier incident that had taken his voice away.

Tsuru's body was shaken with every footstep. Given his unusually frail constitution, he was just about guaranteed to have a nice ring of bruises around his midsection the next morning. Any rougher, and he'd have to worry about cracked ribs. in fact, if there was one bright spot of hope, it was that nothing felt broken. Tsuru had learned the hard way just how fragile his body was, and he had done so a long time ago. Of course, his kidnapper didn't have a clue. In fact, based on the situation, he probably thought he was helping.

Despite it only being fifteen minutes before he was set down, Tsuru felt like it was ages. Mostly due to the pain, and having trouble breathing. He slumped over, praying that he would not be picked up again. Given the abnormal breathing and the way he is holding his ribs, he shouldn't need to say anything to show that something is clearly wrong here. Which is good, because it may be a while before he can talk again.

After finally being let down, all Fremea could hear aside from Taichi’s question was a strange lack of cacophony. It was almost uncharacteristic. Despite the fact that they were being chased by those boys, there was no longer even a hint of them even trying to give chase anymore.

Fremea stared into the entrance of the alleyway and heard nothing beyond the agitated footsteps of the average person. Still, that meant that they had been given a moment of peace. At least, that’s what it seemed to the little girl.

“Essentially, I’m fine.”

She was out of breath from being manhandled, but at the moment, she felt no injury or pain in general. On the other hand, Tsuru looked to be in more pain than she was.

“What about you…umm…” She turned to Tsuru, realizing that he never did catch his name. It was an odd state of affairs, considering that she had been interacting or at least had been around this boy for quite a bit of time.

Still, she could not help but be glad about this moment of reprieve. It had allowed her to contemplate something.

After a bit of musing, the identity of the two boys had finally clicked in her head. She did know them. They were in Komaba-niichan’s group.

They were definitely a rowdy group but not necessarily bad people. After all, they tended to treat her well, much like everyone else in Komaba’s group.

The main question now was…should she say something about it now that they were in chase. The girl at the center of the misunderstanding pondered whether she would only beget further misunderstanding.

“Essentially, I’m fine,” Seivelun-chan said easing the Judgement boy's worries. He was worried for a moment since he didn't want any of them accidently get hur-- “What about you…umm…”  Seivelun-chan continued which immediately crushed his previous hopes. Looking towards the young lad, he had just nabbed away along with Seivelun it was very obvious to the boy who had at least first aid training.

How he was standing and the rate of breathing, it was evident, the boy wasn't doing well.

"I'm sorry, didn't realise that I hurt you. Bu.. damn we may need to keep moving? How .. are you with piggybacks?" Oda said making it clear they may have to run again as he was getting no response from his call. But he wanted to find the best way he can realistically carry the boy without hurting him. Oda also signalled the boy to sit down a bit to rest.

His concern for the boy however had distracted him from noticing a certain attempt to gain his attention from afar by their left behind comrade.

He had gone completely unnoticed despite his efforts to grab the attention of his companions. It was quite clear that they had purposely abandon him or forgotten about him in the heat of the moment. Either way they weren't planning on going back to look for him, which was the most logical plan even if it hurt Naoto to admit it. However, he still needed to figure out how to lure the other thug away from them while at time staying close enough so that he didn't lose them as well.

Well that would have been his plan if it weren't for the fact that as he looked over at the group in the other alleyway and noticed that Tsuru was slumped over and holding his ribs. Despite the treatment that the kid have been giving him since he fell, Naoto still felt obliged to protect him. Abandoning his original plan he rushed over to group to see why his savior was in pain and help in anyway he could.

"Bu.. damn we may need to keep moving? How .. are you with piggybacks?"

He stumbled into the alleyway just as Oda finished speaking. It seemed that he had gotten there just in time as the judgement member was planning on moving on. Though he had given up the opportunity to lose the thugs, he had succeeded in joining back up with the group. It was only two thugs so he was sure it shouldn't be to much of a problem if they caught up. They had a trained judgement member on their side, Naoto had already proven to be very resilient, and it was only two thugs, right?

“What about you…umm…”

Tsuru felt an irrational need to act stronger than he was in front of the younger girl. "I'm... fine..." Though he doesn't sound fine at all. He sounded like a kid with a bruised rib. He winces at how fake it sounds, even to him. Was there really a need to drag him away, in the first place? He wasn't the one being antagonized...

It did no good to think like that, though. From the looks of things, the fight was basically over him and the girl. He didn't really get it, but... Well, he doubted the thugs would be so kind as to apologize and try to fix it. Since by the looks of things, they may have also tried to get him to come with them... Okay, he now felt much better about the situation. Although his ribs still hurt. And he wouldn't have been anywhere near it if it weren't for Naoto. But blame goes where blame is due, that is to say, not towards... Hmm? Tsuru realized he still had not learned the older boy's name.

That said, he had rather more pressing matters to worry about.

"It's fine. I have... A frail body. Not your fault. Genetic. Piggyback... Should be fine."

It started with a low rumble. As soon as Tsuru had said his piece, a low rumble began to resound. One could almost liken it to the sound one would hear when a stampede of bulls was beginning to approach.

“Nyah?” Fremea could only let out a single utterance in response before the stampede sound loudened to a point where it completely drowned out anything she could say. The sound rapidly intensified until it was punctuated by a single sentence.

“Honda was right! Here they are!”

Kamishiro’s voice, the voice of a terror that just would not give up on attaching itself to the group, resounded from the entrance of the alleyway they were in. Perhaps they had been seen and had taken the time to regroup.

“Separate the kids from the others. We’ll teach those two a lesson!”

With the roar of de facto leader, Kamishiro, the delinquents began to charge towards the group. Despite the size of the group, the charged in without being impeded by the narrowness of the alleyway.

At this point, hiding would no longer work.

The delinquents were out for the blood of the two older students, and they would not stop chasing down their prey until they had been caught.

The great maw of the predator known as Skill-Out widened before Naoto and Taichi.

"It's fine. I have... A frail body. Not your fault. Genetic. Piggyback... Should be fine."

Oda breathed calmly, and there was no point helping if his actions hurt them in the process and so he was glad the boy was okay. But he had to be more careful since now knowing he had a frail body he had to be extra careful.

Noticing the guy who came with the frail little lad had arrived, the judgement member felt a little embarrassed in his escape he had forgotten about the poor sod. But the fact he had managed to meet up with them showed the guy could hold his own. So it was fair to say, that he didn't have to worry so much about him. Though something occurred to him during his time in Academy city nothing seemed to be random, events and circumstances appear to have a calculated result from previous actions.

This means that there was a reason for this current course of events and he struggled to understand why. But it didn't take a genius to consider one item of the list which needs crossing off.

"Hey you guys, do you kno--" Oda said who was interrupted by the further arrival of some unpleasant fellows. Seeing these unruly thugs at the entrance of the alleyway had only made the judgement to act based on pure instinct and there was to grab the one known as Naoto by the scruff of his clothes and pull him to behind him while he gave a simple order.

"Get them to the local Judgement branch. I'll delay them.." Oda demanded putting their safety over his own you can easily lose yourself in the alleyways of Academy city and he knew this almost as good as the gangs which hide in them. But first he had to slow the thugs down and there was one simple way.

Oda tipped over numerous bins scattered around the alleyway and kick them at the thugs directions and kept downing so as he moved back.

"Go right now! I'll catch up." Oda as he prepared to further delay them.[/color]

"Hey you guys, do you kno--"

Just as Naoto began to listen to Oda's question he began to hear a rumbling sounds approaching from behind him. The sound grew louder and louder as it grew closer until he could barely hear anything else around him. Than the swarming mass of the delinquents that were the creating the noise appeared in front of the alleyway.

“Honda was right! Here they are!”
“Separate the kids from the others. We’ll teach those two a lesson!”


The situation had just become considerable more troublesome. It had rapidly grown from a confrontation with two thugs to an execution by a self righteous mob. If the delinquents hadn't multiplied it wouldn't had been hard to take care of but now there was an army of them and no place to hide. The group of people before him had obviously been planning this ambush and his worse fear seemed to be coming true, there was another organization out there that had seen the images online.

Naoto froze in terror as they poured in the alleyway charging towards the group. He was like a deer in headlights until he felt a sudden tug at his clothing snapped him out of it and he found himself behind the judgement member.

"Get them to the local Judgement branch. I'll delay them.."

Instinctively he followed the orders that Oda had given him, grabbing both Fremea and Tsuru before dashing down the alleyway. Sadly, while he had arrived at the alleyway to see what was wrong with his savior he had never actually heard about Tsuru's frail body and was putting him through what the judgement member had mistakenly done to him before.

It was official. Hakusho Tsuru had no clue what was going on. What had started as, to him, a minor grievance between people who can't read the mood and some thugs... Was now on a rather larger scale. And that was putting it lightly, as a veritable horde appeared with barely a warning. Tsuru couldn't believe his eyes. What the heck was going on here.

He didn't even have time to react as he was roughly grabbed yet again. Hadn't they just gone over this!

That said, it wasn't like he had the luxury of complaining. Stop to fix his positioning, and being trampled by the yankee swarm would be far worse than a little manhandling. He could... He winced... Suck it up. Ah, why was this happening to him!? Hakusho Tsuru could only lament the cruel fate that had led him here- Especially that moment when he had felt the slightest concern for his current tormentor, Kirikami Naoto.

In a loss, Fremea could only turn, looking back in confusion at the people who were aiming to swarm Taichi while she was being picked up and taken away by the weird one in the big coat and hat.

In those moments, the single key to Taichi’s safety was being wrested away from him. After all, Fremea’s presence was, in all likelihood, keeping the Skill-Outs pursuing from doing any real damage. That girl was an innocent bystander. Despite her connections to Komaba, she was still just an innocent little girl (with a love for gory and violent video games).

As Naoto continued running, the sight of Taichi continued to shrink and shrink.

Fremea reached a hand behind her. It was a futile action. But, even so, she had to at least try and reach back to the older boy who was trying to take on the delinquents on his own.

Soon, he was out of her sight.

“I think I know them…” The girl muttered, as Naoto continued to run.

---

“At least you had the decency to send the two kids away. The kind of violence we’re about to enact is something those untainted eyes don’t need to take in.”

Kamishiro stood as what would be considered the center to the band of Skill-Outs if they were a group of idols.

“Thankfully, we would have been at a loss as to how to deal with you if you kept Fremea-chan with you. Despite how we look, we still have standards. You have to be nice to cats abandoned in the rain and to little kids!!”

He made a declaration. “That is an ironclad rule that we stand by. So, any last words before we enact our kindness, sicko?”

“At least you had the decency to send the two kids away. The kind of violence we’re about to enact is something those untainted eyes don’t need to take in.”

Oda had listened to what seemed like the leader of this little gang to speak, but the judgement member was not impressed. Sure he agrees it was best those kids didn't see what may happen here as he didn't want to be seen as a violent person. Oda was many things but he didn't want any harm to come to those kids and now they're out of the way it was time to deal with this threat.

But... not the way he used to do in the past.

Oda had thought to be careful here as they continued.

“Thankfully, we would have been at a loss as to how to deal with you if you kept Fremea-chan with you. Despite how we look, we still have standards. You have to be nice to cats abandoned in the rain and to little kids!!” the head thug spoke surprising Oda just a little that this guy was a cat person. Though it also made him feel like these members of skill out were misunderstood.

Just like how he was until he got a helping hand.

“That is an ironclad rule that we stand by. So, any last words before we enact our kindness, sicko?” the head thug continued and that hit a nerve. Oda expressed an angry glare but he did his best to suppress it from dictating his actions.

"I think we have a misunderstanding here, but before we go any further it's best we put names too faces. My name is Taichi Oda and I'm a member of Judgement. And while I elected to go with a diplomatic approach be warned you going to need a lot more people than that to take me down." Oda said with confidence and sheer will while putting his glasses away in his pocket was a sign he wasn't going to move a muscle.

This wasn't even arrogance, Judgement officers aren't exactly easy prey to target even in groups and especially someone with Oda's background. But they took a harsh tone with Oda and he had all the right to use the same.

"Now the very least you can explain to me why you were stalking us today." Oda said who wanted to know at least that reason.

As Naoto continued to run away from Oda and the mob of thugs the sound of their voices grew softer and softer until he could no longer make out what they were saying. He didn't know how the judgement member was managing to hold off the mob for this long but he had to appreciate the fact that Oda was buying him enough time to get to away with Tsuru and Fremea. At the same time, however, he felt guilty for abandoning Oda to face the delinquents on his own.

He knew judgement members were trained to deal with unruly individuals but Oda was up against a horde of them. The odds were stacked against the potential recruit and it didn't seem like he was going to be able to keep his promise to meet up with the group later. Naoto turned his head back a bit and watched as Oda slowly faded out of view. If he could just closest judgement branch he would be able to get help while getting his savior Tsuru and the miniature angel Fremea out of harms way.

“I think I know them…”

Naoto pace quickly began to slow down the instant he heard those words. He had already concluded that the thugs had organized themselves to ambush after Oda but he had thought they were just being driven by self righteousness without any associate to the judgement member or Fremea. A potential solution to the situation began to formulate in Naoto's mind, if Fremea actually knew these thugs and they were acting out to defend her then maybe she could convince them that it had been a misunderstanding.

"Are you sure?

The words that he came from his mouth were strained and difficult to understand but at least he had regained a fragment of his speaking ability. Fremea's answer would determine whether he continued towards the nearest judgment branch or turned back and try to use the power of the miniature angel to stop the mob of thugs.

Yes, Hakusho Tsuru is still alive. Yes, he is still intact. Yes, his life is still misery.

Slowing down was good. It meant less pain from the increasingly painful bruising that was left in every place he'd been held during this entire chase scene. Wouldn't it be convenient if he could just pass out! Alas, he should not be so fortunate. Having exhausted every option he had, all that was left to Tsuru was laying limply and hoping that the pain would come to an end.

“Really, smart-ass? You’re really asking why we’re stalking you?” Kamishiro gave off a deep exhale. “You hear that, guys? This guy thinks he can play dumb with us.”

A thunderous roar of laughter erupted from the group as all the single laughs of each person in the group compounded and accumulated into one dissonant sound. To anyone outside of the group, such a cacophony would grate on the ears. Luckily, the laughter only lasted for a few seconds before it all simultaneously ceased.

“Look, Oda-kuuuuuun. Let’s make it all perfectly clear without a shadow of a doubt. I don’t want to see you worming your way out of this through some stupid issue of semantics. You’ve been getting dangerously close to Fremea-chan.”

The boy cracked his knuckles, putting on as much of a show force and intimidation as he could in front of his enemy.

“We can’t forgive some douchecanoe esper here, using his Judgement position to get close to little level zero girls like Fremea-chan and prey on them. Remember what I said about that ironclad rule for delinquents, dumbfuck? You have to be nice to cats abandoned in the rain and to little kids!”

With no delay after his little spiel, Kamishiro took the first step in enacting justice: the crude action of throwing a straight punch at the target.

---

After slowing down, Fremea heard the strange man asking for an affirmation of her statement. She had to pause for a minute to think. After all, her judgement could be off, but even so…

“Essentially, I have seen and heard them before.”

She definitely knew them. After mulling over them, she could say for certain she had met them before. The bigger question was where?

“Mu-mmmmmmm…”

She continued to mumble as she tried her hardest to recollect where she had met them. The Judgement boy was in danger and the faster she could remember, the better.

It was on the tip of her tongue but forcing herself to think about it did not seem to make her thought process go any faster.

Oda Taichi had ignored the taunting as it wasn't much importance to him to listen to the usual babble of thugs. As they spoke, he was checking his surroundings seeing there were two alleyways he could run down. The one area which the others took, but that wasn't an option he had to do his best to lead these thugs away from them as far as possible and the other he wasn't too sure where it lead, but it was better than nothing.

The numbers were against him that was true, but as long he kept them in front he had a chance to hold them off.

“We can’t forgive some douchecanoe esper here, using his Judgement position to get close to little level zero girls like Fremea-chan and prey on them. Remember what I said about that ironclad rule for delinquents, dumbfuck? You have to be nice to cats abandoned in the rain and to little kids!”

"Wait does he think I have an ability?" "

Before he even so a word in response, the thug went on the attack and rather crudely. You would think taking his glasses off would make him unable to see properly, but he didn't need them to do what he knew best, and that was to fight back.

A straight punch was anything but threatening; it wasn't tough for him or any Judgement officer to turn this around as he stepped to the side he grabbed the thug's arm at the same time. Leading to him suddenly pulling the thug forward making him stumble and then pulling him back around before throwing the thug over his shoulder without a second thought.

"This Judgement officer is also a level zero you IDIOTS!" Oda roared as he slammed the thug foolish enough to attack first straight into the ground. He then back off keeping in mind not to let them surround him. This fight was going to be tough no matter how he does it, but letting them get behind him would be game over.

"By attempting to attack a Judgement officer you have given me the right to defend myself! And also the right to beat it into your skulls that I protect those who are preyed upon by scum like you and not the other way round!" Oda shouted further as he put his guard up knowing this will be a dangerous fight for him.

“Essentially, I have seen and heard them before.”
“Mu-mmmmmmm…”

It wasn't really the answer he was looking for, she could have just seen them in passing and if that was the case than the girl's power to stop the conflict lowered significantly. Though the delinquents had come after them because they were trying to protect Fremea from the lolicon Oda and since their mission was to protect her maybe she could at least temporarily stop the conflict. It was still a very large risk and the decision would have been much easier to make if the Miniature Angel could remember where she was recalling the mob from.

Grinding his teeth Naoto began to turn around and headed back towards the where Oda was facing off with the mob of thugs. He debated putting Tsuru behind and coming back to him later due to the fact that his savior was limp but having another kid there when he confronts the mob could potentially increase the chances of the missions success.

"I really hope you're right and those thugs know who you are"

Then he once again began to run but this time towards the chaos he had just been carrying them away from.

Tsuru mumbles something unintelligible. It is probably something like, 'Make it stop,' or, 'Please, put me down.' Unfortunately, between his naturally quiet voice, his mumble, and current events... There is no way that he will get his wish. Overall, there is really no purpose to him being here, as nothing he did changed anything, nor will it change anything in the future. All he can do is swing around like a ragdoll and fear for the structural integrity of his ribcage.

With Kamishiro falling flat on his back from the first attack, the rest of their group immediately begin their charge. So what if the lolicon was a Level 0? It did not change his actions. Preying on that young Level 0 was still a capital crime to them, no matter who it came from.

The two who came off as Kamishiro's right hand and left hand charged forth, aiming to repay the nice Judgement boy for his transgression upon their (temporary) leader.

But, before they could even land a punch on the boy, a single cat-like cry echoed throughout the alleyway.

“Nyaaah! Stop!”

At the end of the alleyway and walking forward with a pout emblazoned on her face was Fremea Seivelun, as she had slipped out of Naoto’s arms and walked straight into the fray.

The two who had been aiming to land punches on Taichi immediately came to halt.

“Fremea-chan? What are you doing here?”

“Stop attacking Judgement-onii-chan!” Fremea ran up in front of Taichi and spread her arms out. Much like a person trying to intimidate a wild animal, she made herself look as big as humanly possible.

Kamishiro, having picked himself up off the ground, pushed back the rest of the delinquent group as he stood at the front once again, looking down to Fremea.

Oda was prepared for a fight and his intentions were made clear once he floored the apparent leader of this mob. And his intention was well received as the others begun to charge right for him. Numbers were against him but was possible if he kept them ahead. While that was still a problem he intended to tip the bins scattered across the alleyway, which could make it easier to---

“Nyaaah! Stop!”

"huh?"

“Fremea-chan? What are you doing here?”

That was the question Oda wanted to ask, she along with the others should be heading straight for the nearest Judgement Branch. It was the safest place for them and not right in the middle of a scuffle.

“Stop attacking Judgement-onii-chan!”

Oda was confused, no one has ever really stood up for him. But the very least he still had to prepare too pounce incase the hooligans decided to harm Fremea.

Naoto arrived back at the scene of the conflict between Oda and the mob just in time to see that one of thugs that had originally confronted them had been taken down by the judgment member. That was one thug down but there was still an army of them left. Suddenly he felt Fremea break free from his grip and began heading straight towards the fight just as two more thugs were charging Oda.

"Nyaah! Stop"
"huh?"

Naoto's tensed muscles relaxed as he saw the two thugs halt their attack after the girl shouted. The plan seem to be working, the thugs seemed to have been calmed even if it was just temporary.

“Fremea-chan? What are you doing here?”

His plan seemed to be succeeding with flying colors. The thugs really had turned out to know Fremea, even if she couldn't remember them, now all she had to do was reason with them and bring the conflict to an end. Naoto had managed to just get next to Oda when the girl began shouting again.

“Stop attacking Judgement-onii-chan!”

The Miniature Angel had even tried to take an intimidating stance as she spread out her arms and stood between the mob and Oda. Though just as she did the thug that had been on the ground picked himself up and looked down on Fremea. This was the moment that the conflict could come to an end or begin all over again and it depended on what Fremea did next.

As he looked on the scene in front of him he slowly lowered Tsuru to the ground. The fact that he had gone limp and his inaudible mumbling before had Naoto concerned and he didn't know if his savior could take being on the run again.