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Why are you doing this?

[It's the first time Gin's spoken to Baiken - her voice is fairly high and feminine. More importantly, it's completely and utterly confused.]

Are you toying with me?

Do I come across as the type of person to do that? -A pointed remark. But she sighed, shaking her head.-

This was never a legit mission. It was to test you. Specifically, test you against me. Don't ask me the logic behind it, I just do what I'm paid to do. But it seems your bosses wanted to see how you'd fair.

-And it... didn't exactly look good, from the way things wound up, but Baiken didn't seem particularly bothered by it.-

[That explained why she, one of the more talented assassins of the Port Mafia, was sent on a supposedly 'easy' mission.]

...Failing a test is harshly punished.

[She wasn't looking forward to returning to report her failure, but neither could she run away.]

Don't get ahead of yourself, half-pint. -Baiken finally got the chain loose from Gin's ankle.-

Only I make the call whether you pass or fail, and I never expected you to actually beat me tonight. -But something about Baiken's tone suggested that wasn't really meant as a point of arrogance.-

I don't like the title, but the money's good for it, so from now on, you get to call me 'sensei'.

[Half... pint...

Gin recognizes that her life's been spared by someone capable of ending it, so she's not going to argue about the nickname, no matter how weird it is.]

Sensei.

-Baiken slumped herself into a seated position, retracting the chain as she pulled out the pipe from earlier, swiftly lighting it despite doing all of that one handed. After a moment, she looked back over to Gin, finally giving her a full look over.-

... How's your leg?

I've had worse.

[The wound is fairly deep and Gin's already pulling out bandages to wrap it up. It'll do until she can clean it properly.]

Stop.

-Baiken's command was firm, though she didn't physically reach to seize Gin's motions. Instead, she reached for the jug on her sash, pulling it free and handing it to her.-

Disinfect it first. I take good care of my tools, but that chain probably wasn't as clean as it should have been.

[Gin's used to bandaging her wounds just enough to be able to return from her mission safely, and then dealing with disinfecting. She's lucky to have a better constitution than her brother.

Unwrapping the bandage, cleaning the wound, then wrapping it with a clean bandage doesn't take long, and she doesn't even wince once, much less make a sound during the process.]

-She figured she'd react like that. Now that Gin knew she was meant to impress Baiken in some way for the purposes of evaluation, she wouldn't have winced even if it had hurt, Baiken figured. Or maybe she was just that stoic. Either way, she shrugged, taking back the jug and pulling a long, gulping drink from it.-

When you're done, I'll walk you out of here. You shouldn't put any wait on that leg for awhile.

[She's just that stoic. Hardly ever makes a sound - this is more than she's talked at once around anyone besides her brother in ages.]

Thank you.

[This arrangement is still super weird, and Gin can't help but remain on edge.]

From now on, I'm basically going to be your shadow. So get used to me being around. At the end of the period, your bosses will ask for my assessment.

-Not her most ideal job, but something about this girl interested her, none the less.- If that's going to be a problem, take it up with them.

[Gin shakes her head - no, it wouldn't be a problem, not worth going to her superiors for. Almost nothing was.

She'd just get used to having another shadow when she was used to being a shadow herself.]

Good. I'm taking you home, then. -... She didn't specify Gin's home or her own.-

...Mine?

[There's a problem with that, in the shape of her brother. Gin doesn't know what his reaction would be to finding a stranger in their home, but the odds on 'violent' are pretty good.]

-Baiken raised an eyebrow. That was the most reaction she'd gotten from the girl since the fight.-

It sounds like that's a problem.

My brother will respond badly.

[Some people worry about their brothers assuming they brought home a date. Gin worries about her brother trying to kill Baiken on sight.]

-An annoyed grunt.- Well it's not as if I can't bring you home, either. I'm supposed to stick with you like glue.

...Hotel?

[That's the first solution she can think of.]

... -Baiken gives a flat, but clearly more finely attuned look, the sort that peered a bit behind the veil, to see if the girl had actually thought through what she suggested, considering the context of the conversation.-

I'm... pretty sure going to a hotel with a strange woman won't pacify your brother any. Pretty sure it'd make things worse.

It wouldn't be invading his space.

[Akutagawa's not an overprotective brother. He's just hostile to almost everyone. Gin knows him too well to think that his attack on Baiken would be for her sake.]

-Ah. That explained it.-

I think I understand your brother, a little bit. Fine, we'll find a place nearby. It won't be fancy, but it will at least have a bed.

[Gin nods, silent as usual. A bed is all she needs - sometimes not even that.]

-And a bed was... pretty much all she'd be getting. A single bed, and little else. The hotel they'd checked into was undoubtedly cheap, seedy. And while the space was clean, one could hear sirens just outside, and the sign cast is glow into the window, so even with the lights off, there was an annoying red brightness to deal with.-

You get the bed, if that's what you want. I'm fine on the floor.

You're higher in rank.

[She's had worse accommodations than the floor of a seedy hotel.]

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