Ryu followed close on Yutaka's heels, though not close enough to interfere. His heart still thundered and his blood begged to be appeased by more bloodshed he didn't dare defy his boss. He didn't consider anyone a friend. It wasn't in his nature too, but he considered Yutaka somewhere close enough to make the word mildly if not accurately applicable. He would do what the boss told him unless it went against his ability to survive a situation. He wouldn't allow death to be his option, his reward. He wasn't that way. Survival drove him. It made him be who he was and it made his blood sing. He grinned wickedly as he felt the slightly cooler air of outside. Still hot and the streets here empty, well not quite empty, but enough that he didn't brush anyone's shoulder. He melted into the flow. Like he belonged, like he was always there. No one noticed him. Not even with his strange long black coat or his red leather mask around his neck.<br/><br/>He watched Yutaka's bike take off. A deadly smile taking form. He loved the speed and the thrill as much as the boss did. His eyes lit up and he quickly made his way through the winding streets. Flowing through the crowds like the very people around him didn't exist. Like the street rat he was, he went unnoticed. He wasn't worth noticing. He made sure he wasn't worth noticing, it was the first law of street survival. Don't draw attention to yourself. He arrived at his 'hideout' a dark hole more like. An old warehouse that was broken down and half destroyed. He made his way into the dark destroyed place and right where he had left it his bike sat. The bright perfect pain hidden by a dirty old tarp. He took the tarp off and threw it on the floor. Straddling the beast between his legs. He sat on it a moment letting his hand rest on the fuel tank. He took out his key, turned it on and felt the rumble of the engine purring between his legs. He let his eyes close and feel the flood of power. It was so beautiful. He laughed.<br/><br/>Without more preamble he set the bike to full speed and didn't bother turning on the lights. He shot from the warehouse and laughed in delight as his long braided hair was yanked out of his coat and flew behind him. The black leather of his coat like wings spread out around him buffeted by the speed and wind. His eyes alight with wild fire and passion burning thick in his veins. Riding this bike to him was like making love. He rode it so fast that people had to run screaming from his path or he'd run them over... maybe. He tried to avoid running people over only because that would slow him down. That was the only reason. Their startled yells and curses flowed around him like the wind. The pavement flew by and it was incredible.<br/><br/>He made it to HQ in record time. He loved speed. His hair a mess from the wild ride he parked in the underground parking lot and undid the braid from his hair letting the long strands fall around his face framing it. He took his key and returned it to the pocket he hid it in. He brushed one hand through his hair and walked towards the elevator ignoring the cameras or anyone else.<br/><br/>He made his way to Yutaka's place where he knew the boss would be and exited the lift to the smell of the bosses favorite noodles. He grinned. And walked over noticing the others, but remaining studiously silent as he approached. It wasn't often they saw him with his hair down and flowing over his shoulders. It wasn't often he let his hair down at all. He noticed the tension, and ignored it as it didn't concern him. He didn't care about the woman either of them. He worked with them, maybe talked if he felt like. But otherwise he didn't care to be around anyone. He wanted alcohol. Now that the bloodlust had cooled. He was looking to get drunk. That would make the end of this night glorious.