#ichiro's chat

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|DEMC | Artemis and Ichiro

Artemis took a deep breath over the phone as she tried to calm herself. “your right, of course your right.” She nodded though he clearly couldn’t see that. “I dunno I guess I’m just worrying because of what happened with the accident with my brother this time next year. Because they said it was an accident, but what if it wasn’t?” Although she had no evidence for that clearly. “I don’t have work this week, they gave me the week off for it.”

There were a hell of a lot of accidents for such a small town. “Don’t air those worries unless you trust whoever is listening.” She had the week off. “Try to enjoy it? I’m still waiting to see if some things on my end pan out. There’s not much you can do at this point.”

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We Meet Again

james-rosier

Keeping an eye on the DEA agent might be trickier than he thought. Rosier could blow his cover. Unless Ichiro could give him a compelling reason not to... He slid into the empty chair across from him."We may or may not be seeing more of each other."

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What Bike?

deranged-lestrange

Ichiro supervised the men hauling the motorbike onto the tow truck. Ostentatious, showy, but highly illegal works of mechanical art simply made his job easier. Peacocks strutted for the world to see. And it made catching them all the more satisfying. He double checked the license plates. It was possible they weren’t real, but recording it was still necessary. Ichiro checked the parking meter. Ah. Another mark against the mysterious motorcycle peacock.

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On Tuesdays We Dance

holdinginanarsenal

His younger sister had signed him up for dance classes. It was a birthday present. Ichiro suspected she just wanted him to get out more.He would’ve said no, but she’d paid for lessons for both of them. And it didn’t make sense to waste the money...even if they technically didn’t have to worry about money. He adjusted his t-shirt.He felt a little naked despite his baggy grey sweatpants.He didn’t exercise in front of people. He exercised at home.Now he was expected to dance in front of them? Ichiro checked his watch. She was late. Typical.

Or she was doing this on purpose. He tied his shoes. It was definitely something she would do.He glanced around. Should he be stretching? Or would that be at the beginning? It couldn’t hurt? He stretched his arms. No one was staring. That was a good sign. He hadn’t violated dance class rituals.

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Alliances| thedangermagnet

thedangermagnet

Ichiro found the muggle cafe, walked in, and spotted the woman representing the Order. He hadn't heard of her until he moved from the United States to help with the rebellion. Here, she was somewhat of a celebrity, and a definite heroine. He sat across from her and extended a hand. "Ichiro Nakamura. Thank you for meeting with me. If you're concerned about safety, we can move this to where ever you like. I understand." 

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mrsnarcissamalfoy-to-you

Ichiro entered the shop with flowers and awkwardly scanned the shop. "Sorry, I was looking for Angelique?"

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*slams Ichiro against the wall and kisses him*

*is startled at first, but an arm circles her waist and his other hand weaves into her hair*