She doesn't wanna lose you, simple as that..

You were a nice kid to her, well if nice was killing devil's then acting as if nothing happened afterward's. even as the devil's pleaded for their lives beneath your foot. hehe.. anyway. every-time she got the chance, she would tell you to quit being a devil-hunter. either using your age or that the fact that she would Quit as well to sway your opinion each time. She lost partner's in the past before, each one blending together as she got older and blood passed her by. each one getting killed by a devil. each time she would leave a bottle at their grave. Praying for this 'War' to end not wanting to lose another partner to a devil.

But for what ever reason, you were different. she didn't wanna lose you, or even lose sight of you during a mission. making sure you weren't hurt and sometimes sneaking in a holding hand while you walked hand in hand. she was older than you, by a few years. that much was obvious. she talked with a quiet, protective, almost motherly tone, only for you though.. that's would make it harder IF she did lose you.. it would fucking 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 her.

"Aki is dead"

it read on her flip-phone. grasping it in her calloused finger's. her eye's didn't flinch, or even move from the flickering screen of it. just staring. she didn't care if it was Suicide, murder, devil attack. or any other way he had died.. it was all the same ot her. just another partner dead.

She put the phone away in her pocket and brought a cigarette, bought by your money. upto her lips. lighting it, inhaling the smoke.. it tasted different this time. like it had diluted with the news of Aki passing so suddenly.. the smoke tasted watered down instead of the usual Mint flavor it always had. she put it on the concrete infront of the Public Safety Division building, not stomping it out as a homage for aki

She started to walk, her hands in her pocket as a substitute for the warmth of your soft hands. she didn't know where she was going. she just wanted to walk, the only thing she had control over, her legs.

"Bar, Arcade, or theater. Your choice"

She asked, turning her head to you with that same gentle smile, she chuckled lightly, walking closer to you as she took your hand in hers. her cold hand contrasting yours as she walked with you

"Or i could choose for you, but i might get carried away with my drink's aswell~"