With a heavy sigh and a nod, Shinobu bowed her head in silent obedience to Yumi, even though she didn't agree. "Then, the nocturne would need to be lured off into an uninhabited place, or kept entertained by us till all the civilians are cleared out. Go to hell with collateral damage. Those little shits need to be shot with anti-tank riffles till I see their brain splattered over a diameter of five meters at least, then you know it's dead and it ain't coming back." she shrugged, sliding a few strands of wet fire-red hair behind her ear. "And go to hell with that Kira bastard as well, we should catch that stinking dog and load a few bullets into his skull. See if he barks then. I bet he wouldn't. Dirty dog. Just wait, one day there'll be his skin on the wall like a trophy! Bastard thinks he owns the place..." Her voice trailed off into indistinct grumbling as she placed her palms at the back of her head, and stretched her back, her short legs actually short enough to straighten wholly.<br/><br/>"Well, I have a clean T-shirt and sneakers to go home in back in my bag. And thing I have some sandwiches and instant noodles, too, and there should be some sweets left. Want some, Colla?" she offered to her taller coworker, looking over her shoulder at the big woman on the back seat. "There should be some hard candy and I think I have biscuits and the remains of my aunt's gift candy set. I... Suppose it's better we're not going to eat out today. We're all drenched anyway. Can go sometimes later."<br/>With a shrug, she gazed into the distance, the quickly passing landscape of the city flashing before her eyes. For a moment, it became Tokyo, for a moment, Yumi and Colla around her were her father and her uncle... And then, the feeble and frail illusion disappeared, and she remembered this was Ignis II and she was already twenty two and they were both six feet underground for a good seven years.<br/>She shook it off.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>"Good riddance. They had it coming. Pompous motherf**kers. Serves those f**ks right... I never liked them anyway, thinking they owned the world and everyone else can eat shit." He poked one of the mangled remains with the tip of his shoe, and cackled roughly. "Hope they got tailors down in hell, else they're in for a nasty surprise." His lips formed a grin, and he placed one hand on Rosalie's small waist. "This place is now a wee bit more free of scum, s'pose it should please us, huh?" He gave her a slight tug towards himself, and tilted his head to the side curiously, the smile still playing at his lips. He was impatient, yes, but to take her like a hound in the middle of this carnage was not exactly courteous, after all.<br/>"Let's go. We gonna take the subway, I guess, or you wanna go through up there? It looked like it was going to rain again when I was coming down. Always the f**king rain, f**k that rain." he complained shortly. "And I don't have an umbrella. But if ya wanna take the road through up there... I reckon some water ain't gonna kill us after all, huh?"<br/><br/>With a hand at her waist, he headed out, leading her gently, his gaze hungry as it ran over her.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>His fingers ran over the keyboard swiftly; gloved fingers, but the leather was soft and so very thin that it made little to no difference. The pair he had originally worn was now resting beside him, much heavier ones, sewn over with tough threads to withstand the pressure and protect the driver on his motorbike, right beside the smooth black helmet. Beside him, a half empty cup of coffee was still steaming; he drank it hot, he always drank it hot. It pleased him to feel the warmth on his tongue, and trickling down, warming him up after the rain outside.<br/><br/>This whole place stank. It stank of ghouls, and with that stench there was also the heavy, earthy smell of werewolves; less apparent, but still strong enough. It was no coincidence that people like him came. Mysterious and ever in shadows.<br/>Nothing was a coincidence anymore.