Akihiko was already packed up before Lolita came to tell him it was time to go. It wasn't hard to guess when the other members were already leaving the vicinity. He just nodded to her in response before speeding away.<br/><br/>A few blocks away he stopped and turned his mask around and settled the band on his neck so it hid in his hood. He then took out his phone and checked his recent texts. His contact set up their meeting place for forty-five minutes from when he sent the text. Akihiko sighed when he noticed he had seventeen minutes to get on the other side of town without causing suspicion from his black box and clothes.<br/><br/>He managed it though by going through multiple side streets, avoiding all cameras, and barely going across main roads.<br/><br/>While traveling he moved his money from his case to his pocket, so he'd have less to worry about at the drop off.<br/><br/>With five minutes to spare he surveyed the area, checked for exit/entry points and vantage points, then found the best spot to hide from anyone who entered from the entrances he found.<br/><br/>A lot of blood banks were watched by hunters who thought the best way to catch a vampire was from their food source, and that was smart. A few many vampires had been caught that way and word spread quickly about the phenomena.<br/><br/>Hunters were always looking for a suspicious worker who had a big bag or container. Its why he always asked for his contacts to get a messenger bag that could hold ten or so blood bags with ease. Most people used messenger bags for laptops, so it'd seem normal.<br/><br/>His contact drove in finally, and got out of his car after turning off the lights. He didn't kill the engine though. That was normal with this contact. He double checked the perimeter before coming out with his mask on.<br/><br/>He came forward and pulled out the cash, holding it out. His contact took it, did a flip count, then passed him the blood. He did a quick count and opened one slightly to make sure it was clean, then transferred it to his own messenger bag.<br/><br/>He passed the man his bag back then left.<br/><br/>A few blocks away, he double checked the blood and then was off to the bus.<br/><br/>He arrived last and just went to his end of the bus to change into his normal, off-stage garb. A plain shirt and slacks. He also put his blood in his mini fridge. Listening to Lolita talk as he pulled out his notebook that was filled to the brim with music compositions.<br/><br/>"It doesn't matter to me." He replied monotonously as he began to make a new song in his notebook. "Do you even have any ideas for a new piece?" He didn't say that to be mean, but if she was stating an idea like this, then she probably had something already or was being flimsy like he thought all women were, mainly because he couldn't understand how their thought processes worked.