"Exactly." Yutaka responded to Ryu's inquiry with a dark smirk upon his lips, clenching one hand around Cui's forearm and dragging her towards his own two-wheeled horse. Its slick dark form was strangely befitting of a man like himself; in a sense, it was reminiscent of him, even. And it was one of the few things that he had purchased from an actual shop, too (though surely not with his own money). He hid his features with the black of his helmet, reflecting even the dim light with its glossy visor and surface perfectly, dragging Cui behind as for her to not waste any time, and sit behind him. It wouldn't be the first time; he didn't even consider her not knowing the routine an option.<br/><br/>To feel the engine roaring beneath him was like feeling the touch of a weapon in his hands. To feel the pressure of air upon his figure, bent above the bike's controls, to see the landscape of the Tayama city section passing by so fast, was like to see the blades, firmly in his hold, slicing their targets apart cleanly; it was ecstatic and it drove his mind into a trance-like state. Intoxicating, one would say.<br/>Beneath the helmet's visor, his mouth stretched into a smirk, revealing all of his white teeth, the poisonously yellow eyes narrowing.<br/><br/>He drove without lights and without direction signs, just a black shadow, passing through Miyake. It was a fast way for sure; for one, the hideout was just a few districts away from the infamous warehouse district Anzai, and besides, Yutaka drove like a petrol-fueled Oni. The sun was just about to rise in a few hours, coloring the ripped strips of clouds upon the sky with wondrous shades of violet and blue.<br/><br/>The tires screeched on the concrete, leaving curved black marks on the ground and the stench of burning rubber lingering in the air once he finally parked the vehicle in the underground parking lot, lit dimly by neons, hanging from the ceiling. He let the helmet slip off his head once getting off the bike, freeing his long black hair from beneath it. It was only natural - would he not do so, the camera system wouldn't record his face and he wouldn't be let in, considered an intruder. An annoying way to assure himself off his safety; but he made it up, after all.<br/>Flashing his most daring, provocative smile at the camera, knowing its location by instinct already, he stepped into the elevator on one side of the parking lot.<br/><br/>This whole building in the Katsunan district of Tayama served as a hideout. Well, not exactly all of it; some of it were personal flats of the members of the Scarlet Note, like himself; but in its essence, it was<span style="font-style: italic">their</span>building. Disguised as an ordinary structure in the industrial city district, no one would even think of bothering going all the way to Katsunan in south Tayama to search for criminals. How unfortunate for those idiots. As the silent sound of the lift reaching its destiny warned him about his arrival, he stepped forth, letting his boots thud a little on the ground; a hollow, deep sound in the nearly office-like premise.<br/>He aimed straight for the kitchen. It was morning, early morning, almost sunrise... Time for breakfast.<br/><br/>His sharp senses picked up the smell of ramen instantly upon entering. What a wonderful surprise! He simply loved ramen... Everyone around instinctively stepped aside as Yutaka entered, not even daring to get in his way as he retrieved a pair of chopsticks and picked the bowl up, nonchalantly sitting down onto the edge of the table.<br/><br/>Yenay made him noodles. How nice of her. And how very clever... It's always good to get onto one's boss' good side.<br/>Though, it looked like she was having one of her nightmares once again. He slightly tapped her on the shoulder with the back of his hand.<br/>"Wake up, kid."