"Thanks for the ramen." Yutaka smiled a little at Yenay. It was a curious expression on the man's face, to see his lips curled upwards, yet not completely unfitting. He didn't look like a street rat in no way; in fact, was he not dressed in outright ripped jeans and a leather jacket, one could easily mistake him for someone from the upper class. He swept a few strands of his coal-black hair behind his ear with his little finger, cautiously holding the chopsticks in the self-same hand to avoid getting them dirty or dropping them. Apparently, sitting like a normal human being and placing the bowl upon the table was irrational in the man's eyes.<br/><br/>He watched both Ryu and Cui silently slither into the kitchen, while the steam rose from the bowl of noodles as he stuck the utensils in and begun eating. There wasn't any food he'd feel such an undying passion for as noodles. And behind the windows, the sun was slowly rising up, coloring the torn-up remains of clouds with vibrant shades of red, pink and violet. Another day was beginning as it climbed above the Miyake lordship, the domain of the blessed and the cursed at the same time. Only a thin, thin line divided them from each other, sometime so light it wouldn't even take much to break through it...<br/><br/>The bowl finished in the sink with a silent click, together with the chopsticks, and Yutaka gave Yenay a look of his narrow eyes. "Bring a bottle of sake, kid. I feel like celebrating." he exclaimed, stretching his arms above himself casually. The leather of his gloves, that he still hasn't taken off, cracked a little at the motion.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Ryouko could no longer deal with the thoughts, racing through her head. She was worried about Suketsune, especially thanks to the strange text she's gotten... What if something happened to him? He was in a bit of a strange mood recently, to say the truth... He said he has a feeling that someone's watching him... And he was stressed out from the Empress' illness. What if someone mugged him? Or he got kidnapped?<br/>But at those thoughts, more worries crept into her mind. What if that someone actually wanted to kidnap her? And what if something really bad happened to him? What if Suketsune was dead and that was a trap... Or someone stole his phone and tried to lure her into a trap so they could get Suketsune?<br/><br/>She couldn't bear this amount of worries anymore. After some time of tossing and turning in her bed, she finally gave it up, raising herself on the bed and letting the covers slide off her figure, dressed only in a creme-colored nightgown, reaching hardly to the middle of her thighs. She rubbed her eyes, swiping the long golden hair from her face, and glancing at the curtains, hiding large windows. She moved one of the ridiculously large plush toys on her bed aside, to place her feet on the ground once more, instinctively clenching her hand around her phone. No, no, she couldn't stand this anymore. She'd go to the address... But not alone!<br/>Pacing across the room, decorated with a lot of pink and white, she dialed Hirashike's number.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>The warehouse was empty... Suketsune's conscience returned slowly as he laid on the floor. He blinked slowly, eyes unable to focus on anything and showing his surroundings and nothing but indistinct blurred shapes. He could hardly feel his body, but what he could feel hurt as hell. Especially his arm and knee were throbbing.<br/>He desperately needed a cigarette.