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When Kai goes to meet the “League of Villains”, he’s thoroughly unimpressed.
Not to mention, he is attacked.
A person throws themselves at him and he’s ready to overhaul them into nothing more than a memory, but he touches something else first.
Feathers.
Larger and smaller red feathers that push back him and his assailant both, and he can see in the corner of his eye that more hover in place in front of where he knows some of his subordinates might be hiding, not exactly a threat, but a warning all the same.
His fingers touch the feathers, anger at the situation behind the usual act of destruction, and he doesn’t even think about putting them back together.
A tongue clicks in the dingy warehouse, drawing his gaze.
Crouched on crates in a corner, a young man with red wings and eyes that sparkle as gold as his own was hidden in the dark and now surveys the whole impromptu battlefield.
“That was risky, Big Sis~!” He singsongs, standing.
“Can we actually talk business now? All cards on the table?” His voice takes a cutting edge, and the same seems to be true for his feathers, some rasping horribly against concrete and support beams before retreating back closer to their owner, who suddenly smiles.
“Pretty please? Asking as a fellow bird?”
White teeth and golden eyes shine in the darkness, and Kai is half disgusted with himself for the interest he feels towards this being, looking like an angel who fully dipped their wings in blood. Kai can’t deny it to himself: he is intrigued.
He tells his subordinates to stand down, forces himself to talk cordially enough with the League once more, stating that he has told them what he had to say, and to call him back when they aren’t so ready to attack him.
He doesn’t look towards the man on the crates anymore, but he feels the eyes of a predator on himself all the while.
Ultimately, Kai isn’t as unimpressed with the League as he thought he’d be.