Kai Kishimoto was the epitome of elegance. Every move he made was effortless, shatterproof — it had to be. However, for one individual he would let that wall shatter to pieces.

After a mission had ended Kai finally gets a moment to relax. A moment to reflex on his actions and make sure every move had served a purpose, every man who died knew they served for a greater purpose.

In the corner of his eye he notices a sluggish moment and without a second thought he grabs a gun out of its halter and holds it up, locked and loaded.

Suddenly, his eyes widen as he notices who the individual was and drops his gun. Quickly, he moves towards the body leaning against old crates for support.

“Oh, are you okay? That looks like it hurts.” Kai mumbles, attempting to not show affection, however, failing to do so. “Who did this to you?” He asks after a second.