motorcycle shop (fukuro)

A few hours later Blane hops back through the window. He had a cut on his chest and that was about it. He groans and finds some metal "where's a lighter?"

Marik looked at Blane. "What the hell happened?"

Blane looks at him "the job put up a fight.. It's not that bad.. Give me a lighter.."

Marik tossed Blane a lighter. "What fight?! What kind of job do you have that makes you get a cut like that?!" Marik asked concerned.

Blane sighs "I hunt down angels, fallen angels demons, whatever.. I get payed to kill them I heard there was a name for that but I don't remember it.." He heats up the metal and presses it against the cut. He groans and grits his teeth.

Marik looked shocked at Blane.

Blane looks at him and chuckles lightly. He wipes he metal clean and heats it up again and presses it against the cut to make sure it was closed.

Marik couldn't really believe that Blane was an Angel Hunter.

Blane looks at him "if you keep that look on your face it'll get stuck that way.. What's wrong you don't like my job?"

Marik shook his head. "I can't stand Angel Hunters.."

Blane smirks "well I'm one sorry.." He chuckles and tosses him the lighter back.

Marik caught the lighter and quickly lit a cigarette and took a long drag.

Blane smirks "are you freaking out a little?" He grabs his phone and starts going through it. "oh by the way the job I had today was a demon.." He chuckles "it was so much fun. Tell me why you can't stand angel Hunters exactly?"

"Ever hear of case number 674?" Marik asked. He knew that Blane wouldn't have heard of it, it was a case deleted from every record from the Angel Hunters.

Blane looks at him with a serious look "I heard a rumor about from one of the old timers why?"

"The case involved 5 Angel Hunters. 2 rookies, 2 officers, and 1 major veteran. The 5 of them committed genocide to a whole city supposedly filled with fallen angels and demon. The truth behind it was, and unknown to the 5 who went there, the whole city was just normal. It was just a normal city with normal people who were slaughtered on just a baseless rumor. When the autopsy of all of the corpses were done and the 5 were to be judged on trail, the 5 were sent to death. However one of the officers escaped before the day before his death and learned that AH was run by an angel who just hated everyone and everything just because the woman he loved died at the hands of a demon. The officer shot the angel who ran AH at the time... But the angel who ran AH still runs AH... After that the officer was supposedly found dead in a nearby desert not to far from the base. No one bothered to check to see if the officer was still alive though. But because of the heat of the desert they ruled him out as dead from heat stroke..."
Marik had gone to into detail to just know of the case in general. And with his blank expression and shaking hands, there was no way he was just making up.

Blane grabs marik by his collar and picks him up into the air. He glares at him "how do you know all that?!" He growls unhappily to hear him say everything.

"Because I live it..." Marik said.

Blane blinks and looks at him "what do you mean?!"

"Don't you get it... I was that officer... I was 17 when I was promoted to officer, the youngest ever. at age 19 I was assigned to that case. And at age 20 I gave myself a new name, some piercings and started working with bands to forget my old life..." Marik explained.

Blane growls and throws him on the bed "then you worked with my old man.." He seemed pissed. He walks to the bathroom and slams the door shut.

"What's wrong..?" Marik asked.

Blane sits down against the wall and kicks the door. "nothing!"

"Blane... please tell me what's wrong.." Marik asked sounding concerned.

Blane sighs and hops in the shower. He stays quiet not answering marik.