6 FIVE.

"Thanks for today Denise!" Amaya exclaims, taking the cup of hot chocolate Denise had given to her just a few minutes ago, "Thanks everyone, see you all tomorrow!" She bid her co-workers goodbye.

Pushing the front door open, Amaya stepped out in to the darkening sky that painted purple and orange, she's always that one person who saves sunsets just to show her friends about it, fishing out her phone, the girl stood next to a small tree on the sidewalk, choosing the right angle to picture the sun - quite the struggle for a twenty-two year old adult.

"They're gonna love these," punched on the send button so her friends could see the result of her photography skills, putting in a small kissy face right after her picture just to make fun of them.

"You done now or what?"

Rolling her eyes in realization, she twirled around only to of course, meet Daishen's pale eyes, she parted her lips and asked, "How are you everywhere?" her eyes then flickered everywhere trying to look for his friend, Milo.

Daishen kissed his teeth in annoyance, "I told you I needed to speak with you," he sighs out exasperatedly at the dumb response of his soulmate, "Follow me, let's talk somewhere else," he pointed to the back, where a dark alley way leads to somewhere deeper.

Amaya gawked, this man - waited four hours, just to speak with her, she didn't know if she heard him right, but it all felt too much, "Follow you? There?" she asks in confusion, the only reply she got from Daishen was a simple nod and nothing else. His face void of any emotions, nothing, nothing is written there; no intentions can she see in his eyes, but that meant nothing, Amaya knows better than to follow a random boy into an alley way knowing what the hell they are capable of doing.

The male who waited for her answer notices her every expression - every mix of distraught, upset, and worried in Amaya's chocolate brown eyes, he could see it all, "I might act like a bad man, but I have manners," he spat out, escorting himself into the darkness, just a few seconds in there, he felt a light grip on the back of his hoodie. Eyes traveling to the back - he saw his soulmate trailing behind with her hand on the soft fabric.

"The hell you doing?" he hisses out.

"I don't know, this place looks scary, you tell me what I'm doing," Amaya hisses back in anger, "Why choose this place when you can choose somewhere else?"

"And take the risk of me being jailed? No thanks," Daishen chuckled out loudly, the chattering of people living in the alleyway made its way to his ears. He didn't really care though - he knew them, and they know him, they know better than to agitate the Daishen Ryker, "The police are wildin' out there, and I ain't gong to jail again, that shit nasty."

Amaya looked around, eyeing the people standing and eyeing her back, she hated this, "So why come to the coffee shop?" she asks slowly, feeling the burning stares from every single person she passed, "You are taking a risk."

"You never notice that this area has the least police around? That's why I go to your coffee shop," he mumbles out.

"Yo Daishen, new chick?" A boy yells out, followed by some indistinctive laughter of around four - or five more boys, "Aye man she a hottie, let me bang after," the same boy hollers, giving out small whistle to Amaya, "Aye baddie, let me get your number."

Uncomfortable.

The one word to describe how Amaya feels right now, the burning stares makes her feel like she's a prey in the middle of hundreds of predators. Daishen stopped walking and his head tweaked to the side, sending a sharp glare to the same boy, "Say that shit again and I will fucking kill you," he warns the male, who cowered back in fear.

"Yo, I was just playing man, chill out," the same male nervously laughed, clueless to why Daishen who usually brings random chicks home - is so defensive about this one, "Plus this one ain't gonna stay long either, why are you getting so defensive about this man?"

All it took for Amaya was a brief look at Daishen to know that she shouldn't get in his way, his pale eyes darkening and a sinister smile began tugging on his lips, "Fuck you say?" he said with a smile on his face, the chattering increases, everyone except for Amaya knowing what would probably happen next to the male.

Amaya watches the male in fear as he made his way to the male who had hollered at them both, Daishen grabbed the hem of his hoodie, fishing what seems to be a handgun - Amaya choked back her saliva, it wasn't just any kind of handgun, that, what he is holding is a 1970s AMT Automag V, "Say that again, I dare you," Daishen threatens with a smile on his face.

"Wait - " Amaya calls out to the male, who then squinted his eyes at her as a sign to just keep quiet.

"Yo man, I was just joking, you can have her bro!"

"I can have her? The fuck you talking about?" Daishen seethes back, "she's my fucking soulmate, of course I can fucking have her," he states in a matter of fact tone, "And I'm reminding every single one of you to back the fuck up, or I'll blow you brains out."

Amaya gulped at the tone of his voice - he wasted no more time, shoving the gun back into place and turning his heels away, grabbing her hand, "Let's go," state the male, pulling her along with him.

She couldn't say anything - she was scared to, the grip on her wrist is bold, even if she tries to wiggle her hand out, it wouldn't work, "Daishen," she calls out to him, but he didn't answer. She didn't know if it's him ignoring her, or if he's just blinded by anger, "Daishen!" she yells out.

"What?" he snaps.

"You're hurting my wrist."