K Project: King's Flower (Possible Tatara Totsuka x OC)

Chapter 2: Things Start to Get Interesting

Hana's POV

Crap crap crappity crap. I cursed as I slowly regained consciousness in a back alley. I suddenly went from this weird room which Dresden implied was his consciousness to this dark alleyway.

Pull yourself together and focus on what's important now! I mentally chastised myself and took in my surroundings. Sketchy alleyway? Check. Clothes? Check. Backpack? Check. Pink hair? Check. Wait hold up. Pink hair?

NOOOOOOOO. This is so much worse than having white hair! God damn it. At least have it be blue! Pink is not my favorite color. I pouted. Yeah, one would expect me to looooveee the color pink considering that my name means "flower" in Japanese. All dainty and what not right? Well nope. Not at all, I'm not one to shy away from danger or back away if someone is getting injured. After all, I've been taking martial arts classes since I was a kid, knew my way around pretty much any gun, and had been taking kendo lesson for years thanks to my overprotective parents.

I reached up to the tufts of hair sticking out of my ponytail and stared long and hard at the ends of it. They were completely pink! Yes, I suffered from the occasional white hair due to stress, but that was pretty much the only other color ever present in my typically ebony-colored hair.

Awww man, I'm going to need to hide this. Even if this is an anime world, pink hair is still pretty unusual and eye catching. I don't want to catch any unneeded attention. Since I was wearing a hoodie due to the cold weather back in Berkeley, I could just zip it up all the way and pull the hoodie down over my head to conceal the color. I'm going to murder Dresden for leaving me here, anything could have happened! I could be mugged or a gang could attack me as I look like a defenseless girl!

"You stupid piece of trash! Get out of my sight!" I heard whimpering coming from further down the alley. Aw no, I just have the worst luck don't I? I ran towards the source of the yelling.

"Hey! Stop it or else I'm calling the police!" I confronted the two teenage boys as I held out my phone, as if to call the police. In all honesty, it was a bluff because I didn't even know the police number to call in this world! It's probably different than '911.' It might link me to SCEPTER 4 actually. Hm.

"Tsk. This isn't worth our time." The two boys left after spitting on the ground by her feet as they passed by. They were both black haired with freckles and faces contorted in evil. Yes. It was pure evil, because they had been kicking a cat! I should've beaten them within an inch of their lives for this. Only the lowest scum would kick and abuse animals.

I turned my attention towards the injured animal as the boys left the alley. "Hey there, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." I cooed to the cat. Hold up, this isn't a cat, I realized as I took a closer look. It's a ferret! It hissed a little at me, then winced as it couldn't seem to get away from this stranger. It seemed like the ferret was domesticated as it had a collar around it, but no ID tag. How strange. I slowly crept closer and the ferret remain quiet, but curious as I slowly lifted my hands towards its body. I swear to Kami, Dresden said I gained powers and the only power I can think of that are useful to me are healing powers.

I would not want any other power that can be used to hurt others. As I concentrated on healing the poor wounded animal, my hands began to glow a soft pink color. Amazed, I continued to pour my energy into healing the animal, watching carefully to make sure I wasn't hurting her. Right before my eyes, it appeared as if the open gashes on her body were closing. I admired her fur, as the ferret resembles a smaller, longer, and skinnier cat, with a bushy tail. I used to have a cat back home before I moved to college. The ferret's body was black, but with small tufts of white fur decorating her face and body. "Ahh I'm going to name you Pepper." I whispered softly to the small animal as the last few bruises regained a normal pink color of the ferret's skin. I wanted to be sure that Pepper was comfortable with me, so I sat there for a few minutes, gently stroking her fur. She cautiously stood up and approached my fingers, sniffing them. Sensing that I wasn't going to harm her, she rubbed the top of her head against my hand, begging for her head to be petted. As I continued to gently stroke my fingers against her coat, she began to make these small snorting sounds and I paused, scared that I hurt her.