A fairsized tavern that's well visited by those traveling the seas, living on the land, and occational Marines looking to take most of them in. Yarrr... o_-

Umi is the owner here.

Lucy drags Aki inside and calls for Umi, who comes out from the back carrying a bowl of soup, which she promptly drops and rushes forward. Togather the two of them get him upstairs and into Umi's room. They place him on her bed and Umi tells Lucy to get her bowl of cold water and a bowl of hot water and two cloths. The girl nods and rushes away as Umi reaches out to gently trace the fragile bones around his eyes socket, sighing softly in relief when she found that none were broken.

*He groans a little, starting to come to again. The entire left side of his head hurt. He tries opening his eyes, but finds the left one to be extremely painful to even try opening, so he just opens his right eye and sees Umi sitting next to him.*
Where be I?

Umi brushes some stray hair from the wound and gives him a comforting smile as Lucy comes back in with the bowls and the cloths soaking in them. Umi took the cloth from the bowl of cool water, wrung it up, and gently placed it on the quickly forming bruise.

"In my room... Lie still, you were hit pretty hard..."

agh... *the cool cloth touching his wound, just the slight touch hurt. He pushes himself to sit up.*
I'm fine, it just hurts a bit.

Umi grabs his should and gently pushes him back down, switching the cold cloth for a warm one. This process was very good for reducing bruising, something he needed right now.

"Just let me be charitable and cooperate ne?... Tell me your name..."

She realized then that she didn't even know it, but what mattered more was that his mind wasn't affected...

*grumbles and stays laying down.* Fine... Me name's Kaitou Kainan, what be yer name?

"Kaitou hmm?"

She pulls away the hot one for the cool one and leaves it there, wanting to numb the pain now.

"I'm Umi Yukino..."

*flinches a little as she changes the cloth again.* Umi...So how did ye find me, last I remember I was surrounded by some jerks in an alleyway.

"I didn't, Lucy did while she was comin' back from an errand. You should consider yourself lucky for that... What happened anyway?"

She had been wondering that since Lucy had brought him in. Though she also wondered what had made her so worried.

I walked out of the tavern and I was attacked by these thugs. They did ask me fer money, but I gave it all t' ye, so they took me guns and that's it. *his hand went to his chest, he felt the necklace that he wore under his shirt. He was glad that the thugs hadn't found it.*

Umi notices the movement but doesn't say anything about it, knowing that he hated her enough already.

"Sounds like ye had soem fun, and with out getting drunk and kissin' guys..."

She grinned playfully to show that she was joking with him.

*glared at her though his one eye. He wasn't in the mood for a joke, especially one that reminded him of what Umi had done before Kai left the tavern.*
I wouldn't be calling any of that fun. -.-

"Yah, yah, I'm sorry... Didn't mean t' piss ye off...."

She took the cloth away and dipped it back in the cool water, wrung it out and reapplied it.

Ye sure did seem t' be doing a good job of it earlier. *Still glaring*

"Then ye could handle it and shut me up if needed. Now yer at my mercy, and I like it when ye fight back..."

She grinned and leaned back in her chair.

*His eye narrowed at her.*
If ye like it when I fight back, I won't fight back then. *crossing his arms over his chest.*

"Ahh, but that is a way of fighting back Kaitou...You amuse me..."

She grinned again, putting her hands behind her head and tipping her chair back...

*He sat back up in the bed, glaring at her again.*
It's not fighting back, it be doing nothing. -.-

"which is a form of fighting back..."

It amazed her how easy he was to set off, and it amused her as well...

*He moved his legs off the bed, so they were now touching the floor.* That not be fighting back, fighting back would be if I did this. *He then put his foot under the chair and lifted up to make her fall backwards out of her chair.*

Umi gasps a gasp of surprise, then a small noise of pain as her head smacked the floor and her neck a crner of the back of the chair. She moved her hand back to touch the areas gingerly and glared up at him.

"That hurt you jerk!"

*Reaches down into his boot and grabs one of the knives there. He then jumps out of bed and over to where Umi was on the ground, pinning her down with his knee in her gut and sticking the knife to her throat*
I can do a lot more than hurt ye. Ye dun't like it when I fight back and hurt ye, do ye?

Umi looked up and shrugged the best she could in the situation, giving the smallest of grins.

"I asked for it, so I can't really complain..."

*smiles slightly* Ye didn't seem t' happy when I knocked ye over in yer chair. *He knife digs into her chin a little then moves the knife away, and standing up. Though standing up so quickly made him a bit dizzy, though he tried not to show it*

Umi reaches up and feels the skin beneath her chin, feeling the smallest traces of blood. She had never drawn blood with him, but he was sloppier than she was...

"Can ye blame me?"

No, but it was yer own fault. Stop trying t' bug me all of the time and I won't have t' kill ye. *He sits back down on the bed, the dizzyness going away for the moment. He then sticks the knife back in its hidden spot in his boot.*

Umi snorts derisively and jumps up to her feet, her flexible limber body moving seamlessly. The small bit of showing off was to show that she was fit and that she could take him out if needed.

"If you say so..."

*Could tell that she was pretty strong and limber by how she moved, but that wasn't going to stop him from attacking her if need be. He put a hand to his left eye, feeling it just slightly. That might stop him, however. He didn't really want to get into a fight with one eye already blackened.*
So what all made ye end up here? Working in this tavern?

"I got caught..."

It was a simple answer to a complex story. Something she didn't want to tell really. She righted the chair and sat down i it, applying a cloth to stop the bleeding from dripping on her shirt.

*He shrugged, it was a good enough explanation, for now. The dizzyness started to get to him, he layed back down on the bed. Even after what he did to her, he trusted her enough to not slit his throat while he slept.*

Umi sighed and walked out of her room without another word but a small huff and trudged back downstairs, leaving the freeloader to her bed.

*His open right eye watched as she left the room. He then closed the eye and fell asleep.*

-enters the tavern-

A small sigh accompanied the entrance of a young woman, hidden within her bundles of velvety covering. It was an emerald green cloak, one that matched her piercing eyes with great multitude. Azhure.

Azhure let herself stride toward a backtable, observing the room as she did so. She was not like all the others within the room. Catergorized as a pirate, yet not a stereotypical one. She wondered why she wasn't like them, only lived with them. As she continued to think like this, she voiced within her mind. Life is full of confusing meanderings and misunderstandings...why do I bother?

Another sigh pierced her lips as she leaned back in a chair within the darkest corner of the room. Even when she had gone their to stay out of site, she was still wondering why people stared at her as they did. She wasn't that good of a site, or was she? A wry smile came to her lips at the thought, yet it abated as quickly as it had come.

Letting herself reach her hands across the table, she steepled her fingers together, placing her elbows on the table, and her fingers on her lips. Azhure's mind swarmed with distant memories, and she started to daydream, as the people in the tavern watched her.

*He woke up some time later, his right eye openning up, but his left eye too puffy and swollen to do so. His hand went to his eye, feeling the damage done to it by the thug, which was probably lessened considerably with the help of Umi. He sat up in bed, looked around for a moment, then stood up. The dizzyness from earlier was gone and he felt alright, except for his eye and his slightly wounded leg. Making sure Umi or Lucy wasn't around, he sneaked down the stairs, checking once again in the front room of the tavern, he continued to make his way out and left the tavern.*

Tag entered the tavern confidently. The boy looked like he owned the place, despite the fact that he'd never been there before. The boy sat on a stool and leaned arrogantly across the counter to order a drink.

While some npc waitress delivered Tag's cup of.. Milk.. Since he didn't specifically say what he wanted in his arrogance - she was forced to guess.. Zako entered through the swinging doors and paced inside, grinning around at the small tavern, taking his own seat at the bar without a complaint from anyone..

Looking over to the teenager at the bar, the man's only good eye scanning to see the rather displaisive large clothing.. Then down at the cup of milk.. "Ah, Milk.." smiled Zako. "good choice..."

Thereafter, the man asks politely to the waitress, while she's around, for ale.. XD

The boy was steamed, and about to yell at the waitress when that man made his snobby comment. Tag swallowed and slid the drink toward him, turning his back to the man.

"Glad ya approve. I got it for you."

Eyeing down towards the drink in a sheepishly friendly nature, the captain of the Zanfar placed a hand to the back of his hat, "Ah, sorry. I'm not one for milk. Ale will suite me fine." Insert large smile as if to stay friends with this temporary company...

After that he recieved the mug of ale from teh waitress - who was standing there wondering how Zako was going to handle the challenge from Tag. Took a swig thereafter... It was almost as if he didn't know the 'friend' was trying to insult him.

"Feh,"

"Get me a drink, an make it hard this time," he grumbled to the waitress, his confidence replaced with irritation. They just had to make a fool of him [i]every time[/i], didn't they? Well, he'd show them all.

Tag gave the man a toothy grin while waiting for his drink, reasserting himself.

"An who in hell are ya anyway?"