[tenma]

Takehiro Tomagachi, aged 27. Large caucasian build, brown spiky hair. Questioned on possible human trafficking allegations, but no evidence was found. Recent activity suggests possibility of human trafficking again. Pursue the target and confirm this activity. Eliminate if found correctly convicted of these crimes.

On a night like this, anyone should be enjoying the Star Festival. The main street of which Old Oak Inn was located was lined with stalls that you could get all sorts of sweet treats and savoury delights from. At the end was a board where people could hang paper from bamboo branches for their wishes. Concepts so entirely foreign to Tenma, he watches with curiousity as the people mill about, from his safety in the shadows.

Though, the Old Oak Inn is as rowdy as ever. It is not an inn, but a misleading title for an underground bar that supported illegal doings. It seems innocent on the surface, but the man that exits the bar with a loud laugh is anything but. He pockets something. An item he maybe stole from his friends or enemies, he didn't know. All that mattered was following Takehiro Tomagachi to his apartment a few blocks away.

The sai on Tenma's belt clinked like wind chimes in the night as he dropped from his position on the lamppost to follow Takehiro. The festival would be their stage, the people their audience.

Aiko

[Aiko]

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[attr="class","AudenHidden"]AT HOME WITH TAKEHIRO TOMAGACHI

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Aiko

Wow, the day was magical. So many beautiful things; pretty lights, pretty food, pretty chicks and dudes. It was the thing that Aiko loved the most about events like this, honestly. The amount of tits and ass he got to see all grouped together was astonishing. Something about people in kimonos and yukatas make it all the more alluring- a certain mystery when they were traditional and shit.

Having spent most of the time mulling about and people watching, he wanted to get a bit more drunk before having to deal with the screaming children that he had found to litter things like this as well. Having joined Takehiro for a drink at the Inn, Aiko had been too absentmindedly flirting with the bartender to notice anything that his buddy had been up to. With Takehiro saying that he had to go back home, Aiko brushed him off, got the number of the bartender, before eventually leaving after getting sufficiently buzzed.

Patting at his pants though, it seems that he had given Takehiro the last of his cigarettes. Going back to his place and asking to bum some off would be better than having to actually go buy any. Hey, perhaps he'd be able to have a drunken one-night stand with him too! He was hot enough that Aiko didn't feel that his standards were slipping at the idea, so that had to count for something.

With this hands in his pockets, he'd blink rather rapidly to not let the alcohol fully consume him. It was super mid anyways, so it would be embarrassing if he actually got drunk off something that felt cheap; the only good thing about that joint was the bartender's low cut shirt.

Notes

ᐭ Red and gold yukata.

Aiko tenma

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[tenma]

Takehiro is, at his worst, very drunk. He sways like a pendulum from right to left, hitting the walls of the stairway he was making his way down almost tripping. He opens an apartment door and is met by screaming. Takehiro shrinks backwards with a grunt, and the door slams shut. Tenma can only assume that he opened the wrong apartment as he enters the one directly left of it, fumbling with his keys before stepping inside. Tenma slips in after him, perching on the ceiling as he stares down at Takehiro.

"What a fuckin' drag," Takehiro says as he lights a cigarette, smoke curling up into Tenma's lungs as Takehiro makes his way throughout his living room, pausing abruptly before groaning. "ah, shit. Forgot about them..."

Tenma tilts his head. He didn't see any spare rooms where hostages could be, but Takehiro shows him one as the man drags one of his closet drawers aside and opens a door behind it. A dingy light flicks on, and he can see two people shy away from it. Briefly, he's reminded of the moment when Master found him, but he doesn't focus on it.

Reaching for his sai, Tenma leapt from the ceiling, moving in for the kill.

Aiko