sometimes i can still hear his annoying voice
Familiarity was not a thing he had witnessed so far in this city, a bit more advanced than the streets of Japan he was used to. No landmarks, no faces, nothing of the sort. He hadn’t ruled it out, no, not since he’d processed what he’d been told and taken into account he was here. If they could drag him from the world he was familiar with, who was to say the same place wouldn’t still be a target?
It’s something that remains as one of many main questions that flit through his head a she goes about the day, gathering the materials he needs with less than honest cash. Wires, bits, pieces, a view vials of a certain liquid and other things that could lend a hand in the days to come should the need arise, and even if it didn’t, it never hurt to be prepared. That was a constant motto, considering the kind of life he lead. Better prepared than dead.
This time, his hands are empty: funds running low and needed for other things (like the strikingly stark cupboards his apartment boasts), and this is simply a walk. Bag at his side, he almost misses him, but a familiar shade of pink draws his eye immediately. Another glance, a look at his face, and recognition clicks immediately. It seems he had been correct in assuming he shouldn’t consider himself alone, but there;s something sickeningly ironic in it being the one who can’t stand him.
A moment taken to slink away and don the usual black attire, Yuu approaches at his usual stride, carefree in the way a black-gloved hand waves in mock surprise to garner the other’s attention.
“You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself, Iai Banchou.”
“I hope you all didn’t get yourselves into too much trouble without me.”
A test and a statement, all in one. He wanted to see if he had really been gone for a few days in real time, and if so, learn what had happened in those hours. It was something to clear up that curiosity that only personal experience could fix.