♫ He looks up grinning like the devil♫
-- Taylor Swift, Cruel Summer

Peach was currently curled up on her bed, and her expression seemed like someone had really punched her really hard on her abdomen. She hugged her bolster tighter, biting on her lip.

"Would you like to initiate the sleep mode earlier today?"

"...do you think I'm in the mood to sleep, Arwen?" Peach glared at the windows, seeing the outline of Neo city in the distance. The lights were reflected near a body of water, glistening in the moonlight.

The bright neon lights combining with kone another was an amazing sight for those who were new to the city for the first time. However for Peach, she had grown accustomed to such a beautiful sight.

"No, I do not detect any usual signs of exhaustion."

Peach sat up, she had immediately reviewed the footage after she came back from her mission. Instead of feeling relieved, she felt utterly mad.

"That's because I'm not anymore!" Peach barked out, hitting her bolster. "I can't believe. I went through all that. Just. To. Get. A. Stupid. Footage. Of me running around like an idiot!"

Peach huffed out, sitting up again and ruffling her hair. "There was nothing in the footage that could jeopardize me!"

I can't believe I went through all that, for nothing!

Peach let out a frustrated whine, hitting the bed. She made a deal with an extremely dangerous mafia leader for nothing at all! There wasn't any need to do any of that, she shouldn't have panicked about getting caught in a footage for the first time!

"Great," Peach scowled. "I made myself owe a debt to a dangerous mafia leader for absolutely nothing."

"Would like me to provide you with a momentary distraction?"

"Just say it, Arwen." She groaned out.

"Master left you a voice message five minute ago, would you like to hear it now?"

"Play it."

"Playing voice message from Master."

Peach laid back on her bed, closing her eyes. She wasn't looking forward to what Lu Ruoyi had in plan for her.

"Peach, hey. Remember how I wanted to call in a favour? I'll be passing the package to you, just come down here."

Her peach eyes fluttered open, and she stared at the white ceiling above her. Her pastel peach hair contrasted against the stark white bed sheets, along with her maroon hoodie and black leggings that showed off her slim legs.

She held a thoughtful expression on her delicately attractive face, her teeth biting on her firm lips.

"Peach? Would you like to reply to the message?"

Peach exhaled heavily, her expression still thoughtful. "No need, I'll set out in a minute. Maddoggy should be awake if he's sending this message."

It was 3:05 am, and Peach had finished her delivery job early. She could have slept earlier, but she couldn't bring herself to sleep at all. Thus, paying a visit to Maddog about his message might help ease her troubled state a little.

***

Disguising herself with a frameless glasses and a hat, Peach headed to the usual place to locate Maddog. Though it was inadvisable for anyone to travel alone in the during these hours, Peach knew how to protect herself just fine. It was a twenty minutes walk, but she didn't mind it a single bit.

She switched on her music, setting it on soft mode. After a while, she knew she was reaching her destination since she found a particular landmark, and she turned, wanting to head through a shortcut she found.

However, she stopped in her steps, her eyes spotting something from afar as she lifted up her glasses. She furrowed her eyebrows, spinning around and began walking slowly. Her pace eventually quickened, and recognition hit her as she stumbled upon a scene anyone was too familiar with.

There were two people struggling with one another at a bench under a lamppost. One of them was an older man, while the other was a feminine adolescent boy. It was apparent that the young boy was trying to get away from the older man, who was gripping harshly at his arm. His other free arm was sneaking its way towards the boy's waist.

"It's always the pretty boys, or the cute girls, always!" Peach growled out. "Why do they always love to hang out around this area? Oh my fucking god."

Peach stormed closer to the two of them, removing her hat. She lifted it up into the air, her eyes fixated on the older man's head which was growing bald and she hurled it straight at him. She would have thrown her shoe, but it was rather expensive since it was a specially made smart shoes.

Unfortunately, it didn't go as planned as her hat went sideways and landed on the ground beside the older man. Neither of them reacted, and Peach narrowed her eyes at them.

"Really? You really want me to throw my shoe?"

The older man was now trying to drag the pretty little boy away, and Peach proceeded to remove her shoe.

"Fine then, my shoe it is."

She marched forward, and flung her shoe at the man's head without hesitation.

Her plan finally worked this time as the shoe hit the man's head. The shoe bounced off his head, landing on the ground and Peach looked at her shoe with a blank expression.

Well, I'm filthy rich anyway, replacing this shoe doesn't matter much.

The man released his grip on the young boy, his actions unsteady as he glared at his surroundings. Peach snorted, the man's glare wasn't intimidating in any way, and his unsteady balance along with his slightly red face, it was obvious how intoxicated the man was.

The young boy gasped and scuttled backwards, his eyes moving towards Peach who was still approaching them.

"Whooooo threw that blhoody shwoeee?!" The man slurred out, raising his voice.

Peach blinked her eyes, raising her hand. "I did."

"Youuuu..."

"I was in front of you all along, and you couldn't see me until I talked? Wow."

"That boy is mine for tonight, go get your service somewhere elseee."

Peach ignored the man, sidestepping to the left, focusing her milky peach eyes on the pretty young male. The boy widened his huge, round green eyes at Peach, and Peach noticed the tear-stained marks on his face. She also noted the hand marks on his pale, slender wrist, as well as his arms.

"Hey pretty boy, aren't you going?" Peach questioned.

"Wh-what?" The young boy stuttered out, taking a step back.

"I said, pretty boy, aren't you going?" Peach took another step forward, bending down to pick up her shoe and hat. "Unless you want to get molested again, or something worse."

Despite the frameless glasses, Peach still had the countenance of an innocent beauty and the boy was momentarily stunned. He recovered quickly enough, and responded to Peach by shaking his head.

"...are you serious? You aren't going?"

"N-no."

Peach was flabbergasted, she just saved this boy's chastity and he still didn't want to escape. She sighed, preparing to put on her cap.

"Fine, whatever, I'm not gonna care--"

"Bitch!" The man behind her suddenly cursed out. "Ya look at me when I talk to you!" He immediately seized Peach by her collar, and she felt herself being carried into the air slightly.

The older man was drunk out of his mind, his reactions slow as he did nothing else after cursing, only blowing his breath onto Peach's face. She cringed away from the pungent smell of alcohol, scrunching her face.

The young boy behind her only gasped, taking unsteady steps forward.

He wanted to help, but he had no idea how. He was only twelve years old, and his size was smaller than most of his male peers. He could hardly compare to a fully grown man. He glanced around nervously, knowing there wasn't anyone around to help either, until he saw someone nearing them, their steps brisk.

"Your breath fucking stinks!" Peach hissed out, annoyance swirling in her eyes. "Let me go, you disgusting ass."

"Slut!" The man spat out, using his other free hand to punch her.

Peach blocked his punch with her arm, wincing a little. Using the same arm, she gripped onto his wrist and dug her nails into his skin, hard.

"I'm still a fucking virgin!"

The man cried out, loosening his grip and Peach extricated herself, rubbing at her sore arm. Her face was set in a vicious expression, and she wanted to pounce on the old man right away.

I'll beat you up so hard, old man--

The next thing Peach knew, she saw a long leg kicking at the drunkard, making him stumble around in a funny manner, and he kissed the ground.

Peach, who was already in a fighting stance, blinked her eyes rapidly, faltering. She glanced to her right, her eyes landing on a tall, blue-haired stranger, as she frowned to herself.

The young boy on the other hand gasped in amazement, and clapping softly.

"Crazy bastard."

Peach heard the stranger mutter out in a fruity voice, and he turned his head at that moment, revealing his familiar features. She stumbled back in horror, her eyes growing wide as she instantly recognised the blue-eyed hottie.

You...are fucking kidding me, right?

A/N: Hello people! I'm terribly sorry about the inconsistency in the length of the chapters, I'll try to even it out to around 1800+ words as I go on!