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Jun'ko looked back as the man, Ryu, followed her easily as she quickly arrived at her house. She stopped at her doorstop and quickly pulled the extra key out from under the old brick making sure that Ryu didn't notice, she didn't want him to know how to get into her house. With Kigens last words still ringing in her mind, Jun'ko closed the door and locked it, tip-toeing back to bed.

((I wouldn't worry about it...We all have our own stlye(s) and it may be a good thing for a push onto some speed. We have been moving slowly through time. it doesn't bother me persay...but there are times where faster moveemnt can be good. Its just harder to coordinate with the randomness of postings... ^_^;; As for the Modeling Career...Don't quit yoour day job just yet. He mosrt definitely is more handsome...on the other hand...He is opposing me, who has so enchanted her with my words...so thats going to turn her away from you...also, I am "foreign" thus rare...more desirable simply on principal! XD Also..Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...Do you thini EVERY model is Hot? Some do some don't. Oh well...You're so Vain as Tomo...XD))





::Kigen watched more satisfied than he had thought he wou,d be as She sped off and he hurried after her. This freed him up at the very least. He would take her up on her offer...but now more things to attend to. He could feel more seiryyu power, some moving quickly...some slowly...and a hint of...Suzaku...But it wasn't Eilla. "Hmm...This could be useful...." ::He thought to himself:: He still needed to find her again and exchange information if she had anything new...and discuss certain pertinent items and how they would relate to the pact they were holding on to. As the two dissapeared comppletely, leaving him alone, he hesitated for a moment trying to decide which was more important. He decided to investigate the new powers first and then find her. He might not get another chance to have one of his own and one of the enemy in close proximity, possibly on good terms...and if they were not..and were fighting..he would want to be there to help his side out of course!. So first to them..then to find her and learn more about this world...as he headed in the general direction of the source of power, he tried to take in every little detail....interperet everything and decipher as much as possible of this new world. Along the way, he found another homelss man, similar to the one he had encountered upon first arrival. A sudden spur of inspiration struck him as he calle dout to the man::

"Excuse me..You...Perhaps you can help me..."

::As he trailed of he began to use some ofhis stored energy that he had not had to use in the prospective fight from the night before...and the two were sealed away in time....spending a good amont of time with Kigen questioning the man over everything he could think of....At first the man was hesitant, but when kigen had given him a brief example of his strange abilities, and offered to reward him for his services, as well as not killing him, the man was all too eager to help. In the shroud of a barrier of time, Kigen questioned..and the man answered...concerning the getup kigen had commendered, the equipment with it...including the gun, telephones in general and how to use one so that he would be able to call Ryu when the time came, and some quick regional/cultural things to be aware of. Also...basic transport knowledge...busses, subays, cars...He didn't have time for everything...they could spend weeks for him to catch up with everything...but now he had a better understanding of a lot of the basics...and that wold be to his adavantage. Fron the wallet that he had taken with the guise he was in, he paid the man cash and then releas9ing them both back into time headed off towards the powers again..having lost only a few moments as far as they were concerned. Both parties were satisfied as he headed down to a similar terminal to get on the subway. The man had indicated that the train would continue in the general direction of where he needed to go making many stops, and he could get off at whichever one he wanted...so he expected to make it there quickly enough using the technologoy of this world.::

((you like?))

Hata noticed that the blonde was bleeding, not that there was anything he could do but stand there. He caught a glimpse of this other fellow's earrings, the sight of which sent a visible chill down his spine. His eyes were entralled by the blue that almost seemed to glow. For reasons he could not explain, he began to feel... angry. Hata was almost glad the guy was bleeding, not even thinking about spiteful that seemed. His soft brown eyes narrowed as he stared intently at the blonde.

Well..this gives options for others to intereact a bit befor ei just plop him over to us Mxs. Little...like the others who were on the subway last I knew...or others.



::As he stepped down into the subway...he took in as much as he could...recalling what the homeless man had told him...making assumptions from what he said and what was. The rails were empty...not trai was there at the moment...he would have to wait for the first one to arrive to take him. As he stepped into the terminal...a few ruffians edged away as he was in uniform..and that was not a good thing for them. No one questioned him...as he liked it..and he walked towards the tracks glancing this way and that, taking in all he could...and accomplishing at the same time...a sense of "Purpose" for himself to be there. He was looking for someone..or something....and in all reality..he was..but he already knew it was not here. He waited near the tracks...set apart from most of the rest of the crowds. He could now hear the sound of the approaching train. He was not sure what to expect, nor that this was even it...but he watched and waited::

Ichiro dropped his papers limply to the floor and leaned back in his chair. He knew that he was finally falling asleep and was comforted that he had memorized a sufficient amount of papers. Looking out the window he scowled for a moment. He could feel something foul out there.

::As the look of evident disdain now dissolved from the young mans face, Kage now took the opportunity to brush the newly gathered scuffs of dust from his suit. It would be fine for school...but he couldn't go to work like that.::

"I hope so..."

::He responded, still a bit off his norm. Being the host at the restaraunt he worked at had him normally very assertive and constant in manner and stature.::

"I've just been having quite the week though..."

::He decided to step oout on a limb...the trian having not yet arrived yet..he had soem time...and even though the chance was exceedingly slim..he had the time to take it.::

"I feel like I should know you from somewhere...You wouldn't have been at a crazy party last night...Would you?"

Ryu reached his penthouse without stopping or being stopped, which was about the only bit of luck the day seemed to promise. Upon stepping inside, his eye was caught by the flashing red light of his answering machine.

Fourteen new messages?! Ryu thought bitterly, who the hell does that woman think she is?!
Sure enough, as he played the messages, each belonged to his manager, who apprantly took it upon herself to call him every twenty or so minutes, to make sure he had not snuck out, died, gotten drunk, actually slept, etc. Her possessiveness made her great at her job, but almost unbearable as a human being. But he was used to it, the price for fame was normal for Ryu.

Sighing, he went into his bedroom, which was suprisingly well-kept after several years of abandonment. Some clothes remained in a dresser, and he change into a pair of indigo-colored silk pajama pants. Ryu threw himself onto the his bed ungracefully, and pushed out all of the day's strange events, in an attempt to get at least a little sleep before he committed himself to spending a day with his parents.

Hata tried to ignore the awkward feeling that hung heavy in the air, and turned his attention to the arriving train. "Well, that's my cue," he said with a forced degree of nonchalance. He boarded the train hastily and stood, smooshed between two business men with briefcases. He was starting to get a rather bad feeling. Quit worryin', he told himself, you're just bein' paranoid about skippin' school.
But he was not feeling that little twinge of guilt he ignored everytime he made trouble. He felt something... ominous... and maybe a little threatening, and it had him on high alert.