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Zanka, Enjin, Rudo and Riyo got back after a particularly hard mission. The mission had tested all of them. It tested how they got along, how they think of each other and even their morals. It was about twenty past eight when they arrived back at cleaners HQ, “You gunna wash of all that soot, you look homeless” Zanka teased Enjin to lighten the tension everyone had. It did not work, instead Enjin just side eyed him.
“Your useless ya know that…” Enjin scoffed, not meaning to come out harsh as it did. Zanka looking up to Enjin as much he does made him angry, he snapped. When Zanka gets angry its normally quiet, subtle but this was not.
“What’d you say...” Zanka growled, his hand balled, nails dug in his palm now bleeding as if holding back anger. Everyone could feel the sudden shift in Zanka. A loud snap echoed through the HQ. Zanka had hit Enjin.
“The fuck, it was a joke?!” Enjin retorted while holding his Redding cheek…
“Joke my ass, you always make these jokes about me, and only me you do this too.” Zankas voice a low growl, he was sick of it all, he was snapping.
“Oh boy, zanka had enough it seems hehhh…” Riyo tried and failed to lighten the mood.
Zanka had a side eye like no other, glaring at Riyo like she broke his lovely assitstaff.
“Stupid girl…” Zanka growled snappy and in a moment of anger.
“The fuck you just say to me?! This is why you will never be number one…” she yelled back at zanka getting ready to fight,
“Oh, so is that what you really think about me… do all of you think I’m just some fucking helpless kitten.” Zanka readied himself up for a ticking time bomb of a fight.
As Riyo lunged at Zanka grabbing her Jinki in the process. The scissors missed zankas face by near millimetres if that hit landed, he might have lost an eye. Zanka fought back, using his Lovely assistaff to block her attacks. The others dared not to step in, in worry that they would get hit themselves.
“Ow mother fucker that hurt!” Zanka screamed at Riyo as she pulled his hair.
After a few minutes of back and forth fighting zanka pinned Riyo to the ground with his the staff.
“Don’t fucking talk to me.” Zanka barked at everyone in a low tone as he walked out of the room. He did not want to see their faces anymore, maybe take a break from living at HQ for awhile. The quietness of his room making the creaking door sound like so much more louder. He went to his bed, where he had a bag. He began to pack, he wanted to get out as fast as he could, to be anywhere but there. He packed some clothes like Pjs and spare casual outfits, his toothbrush, and other important things. The sound of the zip was murmured by his hyperactive thoughts. By nightfall he had left the HQ and now was wandering his way to motel when heard a voice, a very annoying voice.