Being a police officer was never an easy job. It involved a lot of work; fighting for justice, taking out criminals, keeping everyone safe. Rin was always at the top of his work - even at school - and now this was his ultimate test. He weren’t exactly a veteran at his job, but by damned he tried his hardest. He was praised by both coworkers and the civiilans of the city for his wonderful and courageous tasks he would undergo day by day.
Was there mistakes? Well it was human after all. Rin has made mistakes in the long run, but this was definitely a mistake he never would admit to making. He knew that Giotto was a bad apple and he needed to be taken out, not particularly caring as to how he’d do it. He just knew that he wanted it done now. He was definitely stubborn in that sort of sense.
He didn’t know what was going on with his force. They were top of the board for many cities around, Rin’s force being very popular and wanted by others. His city was just very lucky to have him, simply put. Granted, beneath the aggressive exterior, he was a little concerned. He heard shaken words, felt the defeat in his men. Looks like Giotto had backup planned, but it was their own problem. He’d always enforce himself upon the roughest and toughest.
“Don’t understand? You’re kidding me. This is my city. I take control here and I know what I’m doing, you idiot. I’m far from out-powered! I’m far from being beaten, either! I admit, you’re one sly son of a bitch, but don’t think I’m going down. I’m going to get you if it’s the last thing I do. You’re gonna be stuck behind those bars and I’m going to be smiling down on your pathetic face day by day. Mark my words.”
His body remained stood with that burning determination. It was clear from careful inspection that he was indeed dried up with fatigue, a few more hits from the brink of exhaustion, but that weren’t daring to stop him.
Once again, he loaded his gun, taking fire toward the blond once more, guns ablazing. He didn’t care, it was easy to say that. He just wanted him dead.
Oh... How foolish could one man be?
Despite him being the enemy, Giotto was respecting the man’s determination, but his lack of ability to know when to quit when defeat stared you in the face was a very bad quality that the police officer needed to address. Either way, Giotto wasn’t going to give up, he was just as stubborn - if not more stubborn - as the man before him.
He wasn’t sure what fuelled this man, but he was certain that this blonde had a much more reliable reason to not get caught by this officer. He respected his desire to ‘clean the streets’, but he was certainly chasing the wrong people. Sure, some of the things that he and the Vongola had done were, in fact, illegal, but that didn’t mean they were bad people. They were the voice of the people! They were strong just like the ones they were protecting!
❝I can assure you that this city is not your city. It belongs to the people who live here, and the ones who wish to call it home. Gangs and criminals walk these very pavements to fulfil their deceit and abominable wishes, and yet you give chase to the ones who protect the innocent from that? The police force always turn a blind eye to the weak, and leave them there to fall victim to such disgusting beings.❞ He said to the other, replying to his words with such passion filled within his voice. ❝I can also assure you that I will not be taken down so easily. You will not break my will, nor the will of my family.❞
Giotto could tell the other was filled with fatigue, but so was he. However, he was used to fighting this way, and he could go on for so much longer than what the other could; he was sure of that. His Dying Will still burned brightly upon his forehead as his determination shone brightly upon his very being. He was ready to do anything - even stare death in the face - to fight his way out of this, and there was certainly no giving up in his books. He had too many people waiting for him back home, he was not going to let them down.
❝... Fool.❞ He muttered towards the other as he was shot at once more, his cloak once again used to shield himself from the metallic shell that flew towards him. His eyes gazed at the other with confidence shining within them, giving the officer one last chance to leave before he really got serious. ❝... This is your last chance to leave before I show you just how strong the will of the people truly is.❞
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