He was an unnatural shadow stepping on from the seedier districts. Long limbs wrapped in a black denim jacket. There had been a gathering of particularly sinister looking children in a corner of the car, planning mischief and disturbances, as time honored as graffiti, and as original as petty vandalism. They all turned their rightful age when he sauntered over to them and simply dropped, almost into the lap of the leader kid. Despite the pride of his alpha position, the boy who already sat moved out of reflex. His impulse to say something, or even start something physical to regain his meager honor was snuffed when yellow eyes challenged him through the shadow of overhanging  black hair.<br/><br/>Raiko Akama had a hard night. The colorful lights cutting the darkness were still burned into his dreams and they reminded themselves against the backdrop of his lethargic lids. He was the angry kind of silent, that and his pretty bones kept him with interested girls almost anywhere he went. So, after the sun went down Raiko spent his time and money on libations. It was easy, depositing cash in bars and cum in willing women, hoping to leave a mark on his heart, deep enough for a phone call.<br/><br/>His tastes had meandered away from the overzealous smiles and reaching fingers. Poor, beautiful boy with the world at his feet. Instead he tried to stain things that hadn't been touched by his circuit of nightly friends. Despite blooming under the moon, Raiko lived his best adventures when the sun was up. He was about to get going with it. His hand pressed a balled palm to his temple were he sat, slumped over. If only that damned sake-induced migraine could let up.<br/><br/>He rocked with the stops, and every jerk pulled him out of the dizzy, nauseated hole. Eventually the tall creature sat upright, just as the cart was filling for the afternoon rush. He was smelling all manner of life in the enclosed space soon, his eyes clearing from the red threads and focusing on different bodies. He smiled to himself eventually, and abandoned his cozy corner, which filled up like vacant things do under water. It was easy for him to advance between people, long arms swinging from bar to bar.<br/><br/>He had noticed the girl, of course, and wondered if it had been calculated narcissism that kept her clothes tight and her skirt short, but how could it have been when she so gallantly stood for the older woman? Someone kind with provocative uniform. She'd basically written her own fate. Raiko stalked closer, there was no need to hide his sounds in this pool of people, and pretended to stumble when there was no off-pace movement of the floor, so he could grab the pole above the girl's hand and bump her.<br/><br/>She smelled good. Proper. He wondered if he could make her sweat uncomfortably. Make her hot. Raiko savored the last moments of this girl's innocence before the hand not securing him to the same metal life line as her came out of his pocket. He was looming behind her, touching her back with his torso sometimes, so the hand could easily hide between them. At first it pressed down on her skirt, smoothing it out over her ass gently, but soon it dropped lowed, until fingertips touched the back of her exposed thigh. And then he'd slowly lift it, to hide the fingers under the pleats so his touch could follow the outlines of her butt, and detect what panties she wore. If she tried to turn, which they were too awkward to do sometimes, he'd pull at the bar, and press his body tighter against hers.