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Eri smiled. "Well, guess it's an aokay for ice cream!" She exclaimed. Despite being over twenty, she still loved childish things, like ice cream. And toys. And Disney movies. (Pixar was obvious since who doesn't like pixar movies?) And girl's in cute clothes. And cute clothes. And..... she held back from more thoughts, since she didn't want to suffer another nosebleed. How much more could she sustain without dying? "Come on Kairi-Chan!" She exclaimed, leading the girl to the shopping district.
(To, well, shopping district)

(Masato and Ayame enter from Nurse's Office)

The two lovers had work to do. "Work" being the dirty, messy job they were so good at and it didn't take place in the bedroom....or maybe it did since both had killed people in their sleep before, but it was different this time around and that was beside the point. This was a snatch mission. They had to nail one of the Koga hunter nins and take him back alive with them. That was usually much easier said than done, but fortunately, Ayame had a plan and Masato was ready to go along with it. Just like old times.

Ayame pulled her gloves on and tugged lightly on the sleeves of her black kunoichi outfit before her face disappeared ominously beneath the blue and white kitsune mask, its eyes cold and empty while grinning blankly yet cryptically, doing little to hide the cold malice of the wearer beneath. She had her sword, kunai, shurikens; the works while Masato paced silently around her before she finished getting ready. However, as she prepared to leave, both of them heard a low yet loud rumble in the distance, like artillery rumbling while Masato's ears picked up additional sounds....demons. His ears twitched and he lifted a paw before Ayame quickly picked him up and set him inside the pack on her back while his paws rested on her shoulders. "Change of plans, Masa-kun. We're going to help. Those are your friends out there and we both know it. Even as a fox, that face of yours never lies," she told him before quickly opening the window, crouching on the railing, and practically rocketing over the rooftops while her cloaking spell activated, causing her and Masato to fade seamlessly into the air as they flew. Ayame's feet and palms touched down on the top of a clock tower before she jumped again with virtually no loss in momentum, her furry companion in the pack on her back.

(Masato and Ayame exit to Academy grounds)

[ From Academy Grounds ]
Dimitri arrived at the foot of the stoop to the apartments, and looked up to observe the building's qualities. "Judging by the brick this place was built with... Its quite old." He examined the building up and down, climbing up the stairs, until he finally reached the front door to the lobby. He opened it slowly, a small creak from the hinges sounded off as the door was pulled. He made he way in slowly, looking around, noticing that no one was around. Apart from the occasional college student, or a random tenant, he saw that no one really worked the front desk or showed any sign of managerial position.

Dimitri approached the front desk in the lobby and scanned the desk top. He continued until his eyes finally stopped on the shine off of a chrome bell. He looked around for a bit and then continued to eye the bell. When no one was around, he quickly slammed his palm onto the bell, ringing it once. The sound of the bell rang out softly, echoing in the halls quietly as the waves bounced around the walls. He waited patiently for someone to answer, looking around for another person to show up so he may inquire about the living expenses. He waited for about five minutes.

Dimitri had nowhere else to go at this time, so he had plenty of time to wait here for a response. He continued to stand around for another ten minutes, until finally, an somewhat old woman came out from the room next to the table. Dimitri turned his head to look at her, and she stared back with half-opened eyes. Then stood there at a distance for a while until the woman finally came out of the room and walked into the room behind the desk. Dimitri slowly followed the lady's movement with his eyes, a noticeable limp was in her step, but it didn't hinder her movement. A sound of rummaging could be heard in that room, to which Dimitri rose an intrigued brow. Soon, the woman returned with a key and opened the safe beneath the desk, When she came back up, she already had a key in hand and was motioning to Dimitri to follow her. Dimitri was confused, but thankful that she took the time to do this for him.

They reached the fourth floor, some sounds coming through the walls muffled and distorted. Not that many people were on this floor, since about a good 75% of the rooms were unoccupied. Dimitri just continued to follow the woman to their destination, which was the room near the end of the hall. The woman stopped and turned to Dimitri, holding up the key. She began to speak, "Rent is every month, this room is your room and you can do what you want as long as you pay, and you can make your own renovations as long as they are within standards." Dimitri kept all this to mind. The woman turned and opened the door, then turned back to Dimitri and held the key out to him. He held out his hand about to take it, until she snapped it away. "One more thing... Are you older than nineteen?" She eyed Dimitri. He nodded, "I am twenty." With that, she dropped the key into his hand and walked off back to her room. Dimitri waved to her and said, "Thank you, Miss." as he entered his room.

In his room, the area was big enough for him to move around and lie down for a good night's sleep. He decided that he wouldn't use too much of the utilities in his room for now, and keep it simple for as long as possible. He walked into the living space, placed his things down and rested his head on his bag. Staring at the ceiling, Dimitri thought about his family. "Father... Sister... Today has been... Eventful."

It was a long night for Ayame and she woke up in a new apartment unit in her house clothes, along with her bags and equipment plus Ryuuji tied up and heavily sedated on the floor. The local police and the head of the prefects spent much of the night questioning her, and while she easily pulled the wool over the local police’s eyes, the head prefect, a former lieutenant from the Tokyo police force and a member of the KMA, saw through her clever ruse and disguise. However, she struck a deal with him, telling him they’d compensate Mahora for the damage caused and make a sizeable “donation” using the Koga elders’ illegal slush fund. They’d even get rid of the Koga elders along with any of their ilk sent to Mahora in the process. It was a pretty sweet deal and the head prefect agreed to keep things under wraps so long as no students, workers, teachers, or other civilians got hurt as a result of her and Masato’s activities. However, Ayame soon yawned, came fully to her senses, and crammed Ryuuji’s unconscious body back inside her satchel’s dimensional pocket.

Breakfast was usually the first order of the day, but she had a different idea this time. Instead of eating, she went to the bathroom first before showering and fixing herself up, prior to getting dressed and grabbing the rest of her gear. She was going to Gilly’s place and if Masato was awake, he could let her in. Ayame slipped her silver-framed non-recognition glasses on and went out the door, locking it while carrying her satchel and Kureyuki in the black cylindrical case with no apparent way to open it. She made a quick stop at a bakery and a couple other shops on her way to the dorms before thanking the last shop owner and leaving. Roughly 15 minutes later, she made it to the dorm area, knocked on Gilly’s door, and waited before Masato, who had woken up several minutes ago and apparently knew the sound of her footsteps, quietly unbolted and unlocked the door for her, wagging his tail happily before she picked him up and locked the door back up behind them, taking care not to wake Gilly in the next room.

(Ayame exits to Dorm #7)

[From Shopping Center]

Dimitri was still trying to wrap his head around that voice that called his name. He reached the fourth floor, finger and thumb cusp at his chin, thinking hollow thoughts on the subject. He moved down the hall, towards his room at a leisurely pace, not noticing the noises that came from his new acquaintance's apartment. The words of Shakespeare could be heard, recited through the walls with great gusto and fervor. This did not catch Dimitri's attention. Not even the sharp, piercing eyes of Himawari, who sat at the crack of her door, staring at those who came home, shake his resolve. As he inserted his key and turned the lock and knob, he let go and said out loud, "Who was it?" He paused, his fingers hovering from the head of the key. "Damn it, who was it?" He turned his head and saw Himawari at her door. "Miss Himawari, who was it?" He asked her, but before he could make eye contact she closed her door in a rush. "Ah..." Her actions stopped him for a moment and he took that moment to re-cooperate. He did nothing but open his door and lock himself in his room.

Upon seeing his room again, he realized that it needed a thorough cleaning. With that in mind, he pulled off his coat and began dusting out the whole room.

Dimitri sighed as he rubbed roughly at his wet hair. He stared at the newly repaired table and smiled at his handy work. His body, fresh and relaxed from the shower he just took, reclined on the futon that laid out across the wooden floor of the apartment room. He put on his glasses once he was completely dry and ran his hand through his hair. The bits of left over moisture lingering on his fingers. He pondered as the late night air cooled him.

"I feel as if I've been spending too much time lingering around. This place has some kind of hold over me, but what it is, I cannot tell." He whispered to himself as he continued to run his hand across his head. "Oh well... I'll figure it out when the time comes." With that final thought, he went to bed.

After Dimitri's bath, he stood and stared at his reflection in the fogged up mirror. He sighed and cleaned off the moisture with a hand towel as he mused over what happened earlier. His mind wandered as his hand remembered the feeling and shape, causing his face to glow red. He dropped the towel off to the side when he could finally see his entire person. He narrowed his eyes at his own reflection and felt ashamed. "I-I did that to Himawari-san... I can't believe I did that..." He muttered, slamming his hands into the sink counter. "B-But... I didn't know. So does that make it okay?" He shook his head. "Not okay, but reasonable? It was dark... And the feeling intrigued me... And the sounds she uttered..." He stopped himself as his head was beginning to feel light from the heat. "I'll just go ahead and get ready for the day ahead. It'll keep my mind off this entire thing... Until I have to face Himawari-san..." He grabbed his toothbrush and began to scrub away at his teeth. He closed his eyes as he did so.

With his eyes closed, Dimitri's mind began to wander. In the darkness of his eyelids, the image of Himawari's cobalt eyes slowly appeared, and stared back at his once more. Her smooth face, with not a blemish upon it, hover next to his. Her soft, almost puckered-like lips nearly touching his. Dimitri's eyes shot open, his heart pounding and his breath shortened. He panted as he stared at himself once more in the mirror. "Damn it... Stop these, these... Promiscuous thoughts!" He yelled to himself as he slapped his cheeks, forcing a wad of toothpaste foam into the mirror. "Oh... Damn." He grunted as he cleaned the mirror and washed his face. He stood up, water dripping off his chin as he panted. His chest pulsed with an irregular beat, his palms sweat with great haste. He understood what he was feeling, but he couldn't come to terms with the overwhelming power. Dimitri shook himself and turned out into the living room. He proceeded to dress himself, putting on his usual attire. He stared at his door, knowing that going out into the hallway could spell a multitude of happenings at once. He took a deep breath, exhaled and swallowed his pride, walking over to the door and exiting into the hall.

In the hallway, Dimitri took a moment to look over at Himawari's door to see if she would be watching him. He sighed a quiet sigh and locked his door, straightening himself out and telling himself within his head that he would be alright. As Dimitri locked his door, the excitable neighbor, Asami Tsukihiko, appeared from her home. She sported an all too familiar grin upon her face, accompanied by a sly, devilish giggle. Dimitri looked at her and raised a brow. "What's gotten you all perky this early in the morning?" He asked, slipping his hands into his pockets. "The cold weather." Asami responded bluntly, hopping once to give her breasts a bounce. Dimitri immediately caught onto the joke and covered his mouth to avoid letting out an uncharacteristic laugh. Asami gave him the same old sly grin and tilted her head to the side. Dimitri could still feel a laugh in his throat, but he continued the conversation on passed it. "So, what are your plans for today?" He asked, coughing out the last of his laughs. She mused before him and came to a conclusion. "Yes, I will go and have a fulfilling breakfast, but I have not the slightest idea where." She continued to poke at her chin thinking. Dimitri proposed an idea, "What if you went down to the Pagoda. I mean, I have never been there before, since I come home so late, but you may like something there." Asami blinked, then lightened up with excitement. "Yes! Yes! I have been there! And you will too!" She said latching onto his arm. I will bring you along to the Pagoda and you will be my escort." She tightened her hold on his arm. "I mean, after last night and this morning, you must be exhausted." Asami then patted him on the shoulder, giggling childishly. Dimitri knew that Asami heard what happened this morning and tried to correct her, "No, it wasn't-" but she was quick and her palm covered his mouth. "Nu uh Mister! Not a secret out of you! You must respect Himawari's privacy! Besides, haven't you heard of don't ask don't tell?" She shook her head clicking her tongue. Dimitri pulled her hand down, "That only applies to the military doesn't it?" She clasped his mouth again. "It applies here too! Double Standards!" He pulled her hand away once more. "Double Standards? That doesn't apply either." He narrowed his eyes at her, questioning her credibility, or sanity. Asami pulled her head back, "Ooh, scary." she muttered. "Anyway, all this wordplay isn't going to get us anywhere! Now let's go!" With that, and a powerful tug, her and Dimitri flew down the hallway towards the stairwell.

At the end of the hallway, Himawari's door was slightly a jar. Her colbalt eyes shone brightly in contrast to the dark of her room. She watched as Asami acted shamelessly with Dimitri and bit down on her lip. Her face heated up with Envy, her eyes illuminated with fury, and her hands cringed with bloodlust. She shook her head, trying to ignore the ideas. "They're... Just... Friends... Friends... Right?" She closed her door, confused and frustrated.

[Shopping district]