Not our Friend

As Cross rendezvoused with his friends he saw that Victor was nowhere to be found. Orion had a splatter of blood leaking down his face. He wasn't hurt at all. He only was bruised. Akashi was nowhere to be found either. Cross walked up to Orion who had his arms crossed with his foot up against the marbled wall, smoking a cigarette, he acquired from a Saint Isi guard he brutally killed. " Where's Akashiri?" asked Cross. Orion exhaled the cigarette smoke out of his nostrils. He went with Victor Zen to have a proper and private duel with him. " And you let them go?!" yelled Cross. It could be a trap." Tch." "Akashiri is a big boy who has his own responsibilities and life to watch out for." He has taken care of himself all these years before he intervened with his fucked up life." So what's the difference with this time?" Look the point I am saying is that he doesn't need or help. "He can only tag along with us after everything he has been through to find the best swordsman ever and take his title. He has gotten what he wanted. We no longer matter." Cross knew Orion was making a lot of sense but he didn't want to admit it. Orion flicked the half-smoked cigarette to the side and spat a chunk of sticky spit on the ground. "Now let's get out of here. Nothing more here for us anymore."