Heading into the middle of the 'tourist' section, the tall girl ignored the stares she got from most of the people walking the streets this morning.  The two fliers seem to be playing with her, they flutter off for a bit and then slow down to let her catch up.  All the while there's some giggling going off in her head.<br/><br/>The odder thing is how she's also the only one who actually SEES the damn things.  Whenever they alight on someone, usually the top of a balding man's head, he would bat away at them but never actually care to really look at what was touched him.<br/><br/>And after about 30 minutes they speed up in a rather unbutterfly like motion and settle onto the shoulders of an icy blond male at a fake French outdoor café named 'La Belle Dame'.  He's tall, slightly over six feet and clearly European, with strong, nearly aristocratic features.  He's wearing a suit and tie that doesn't hide a strong build while he talks to another fellow, this one clearly Japanese and slender.  Shoulder long black hair, with slim long fingered hands compared to the powerful one's his Western counterpart has.<br/><br/><div align="center">*****</div><br/>Sanro pulls into Hikari's driveway at about 10:10AM and waits inside the car, as he chats amiably with Ichigo.