Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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Despite the ease of simply walking down the hall to an apartment he thought inhabited by a reasonable, less-social individual, Daichi Takeshi found himself feeling a bit of… trepidation? Everything surrounding Mikaela Lye seemed to attract discordance and chaos. These were things he disliked. Order was easy. Order made sense. Yet here he was standing outside of the apartment about to embark on another adventure with a woman he knew next to nothing about.
Was there such a thing as a mid-century crisis? He couldn’t help but smirk at the idea.
Regardless of whatever tricks Ruby had up her sleeve, he couldn’t resist learning more about the woman. Clearly, he had become bored during his soulless stay on this planet.
Anzu would scoop him up for another psychotic murder spree if she knew he was thinking like this. The Takeshi siblings didn’t simply dine out for fun. There was always blood involved. Everyone who knew of them would know this. Which begged the question as to why Ruby wanted him sitting next to her at a family dinner fawning over her with terms of affection. He didn’t dare wonder what was going through Ruby’s mind.
“Sono qui amore mio,” he called in his faux-affectionate voice, purposefully butchering the pronunciations. Hopefully the google search hadn’t steered him astray. He wasn’t certain Ruby would take kindly to an accidental insult.
To ensure that she heard him, Daichi tapped the door three times with his knuckle then took to leaning against a nearby wall. His ebony braid slid across his shoulder only to land on the strait of his back. Daichi loosened his grips on the crimson roses he held, pink plastic ruffling with the motion. He’d settled for a surprisingly tame look this time, simple black pants with an out-of-character purple half-sleeve blouse. It might even look like he dressed up actually. In actuality the looser fit allowed for more weapons. Well, decoy weapons at least.
Mikaela had said that they might lose some therefore it seemed prudent to have several blades in various locations. Even if they found his best concealed weapon, he’d still have the venom to fall back on.
Not that Ruby’s family would murder him or anything… right?
Somehow the thought amused him and he found himself smirking ridiculously waiting for the strangest woman in his life – Anzu aside of course – to open the door to an evening of chaos.
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When Mikaela got back to her apartment from the charity work she was doing that morning, she left her purse on the floor. She usually kept her apartment very organised, but she didn’t want Dai thinking she was the type of person that was capable of living in a state other than complete chaos. She pulled out a few other random things before changing into a large hoodie and pair of shorts. She had hours before Touri was even supposed to show up, and she doubted he’d be on time. [break][break] She fed Thief then picked out a book from one of her many bookshelves. She had plenty of new volumes waiting to be read, but she went for an old comfort book instead. She felt on edge about tonight and she’d prefer something familiar that might calm her nerves. She curled up on the corner of the couch and flipped open the book. She was still there when she caught onto a pair of footsteps in the hall stopping in front of her door. She tensed, waiting for some indication of who it was. The moment she heard the broken attempt at Italian she knew it was Touri. She glanced down at her phone to check the time just as the alarm she had set to start getting ready went off. [break][break] Mikaela groaned and reluctantly discarded her book on the couch to let him in. “What the hell are you doing here?!” she demanded as she flung the door open, “You were supposed to show up half an hour late in some half baked attempt to annoy me like any office working assassin would!” She huffed and stormed back into her apartment. “Now hurry and come in, I’ve got an annoying neighbour and if she comes out I’m not dealing with her today so you’ll have to listen to her ramble on about fights over noodle soup and arbitrary rules about when I’m allowed to go grocery shopping.” [break][break] She glanced around the room for Thief who was suspiciously absent, probably tearing something apart in another room. Usually when a stranger came by he’d be barking at them like a wild animal. Maybe he sensed that Dai was dangerous and was keeping his distance. Or maybe he was more interested in whatever he was destroying elsewhere.
For a brief moment, Dai was reminded of a noodle brawl he’d had with that weird woman child. In solidarity with Ruby (perhaps for the firs time ever), he stepped into the apartment flowers-first. The door clicked behind him as a not-so-subtle reminder that he was now officially in Ruby’s apartment.
“Do you always yell at your dates like this? I feel like that would explain many things,” he quipped, not bothering to ask permission as he began to rummage through the lower cabinets of Mikaela’s kitchen for some sort of a vase. Never mind the fact that she’d so haphazardly tossed her book onto the couch like a dead weight.
As he began to realize the futility of finding a suitable flower vase in a seemingly desolate kitchen, Dai spotted an occupied one on the living room table. Without a word he walked over, plucked the old “flowers” from the vase, and tossed them in the garbage.
“And why would I show up late? That seems like a low standard Ruby, even for me,” he smirked, traversing over to what might be considered the kitchen to fill the vase up with water, “us office workers are always on time clearly. We have an image to maintain you know.”
Dai freed the flowers he’d brought and stuffed them into the vase, returning it to the living room perch before he sank down into one of the couches and took a good look at the evil lair that housed Mikaela Lye. It was actually something he would never want to live in, ironically enough. Maybe he had expected some form of expression, some form of… color.
“Kami preserve you Ruby if anyone ever took a paint brush in here. This looks like a soul-less Victorian era hospital,” he weighed the idea of putting his feet up on the table but then thought better of it – even with Ruby he couldn’t be that rude, “also, it’s kind of a mess.”
It was an understatement to say the least. Well, at least by his standards.
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Mikaela watched as the armed man stepped into her apartment. Maybe she should be more concerned, but he was expected to show up somewhere with her tonight and if she mysteriously turned up dead he’d be the first suspect. “Well, flirting hasn’t worked so well with you in the past. I thought I’d try a new approach. But if you’d prefer flirting,” she slowly eyed him up and down, taking stock of his weapons, then smirked, “Just say the word, darling.” [break][break] She crossed her arms over her chest as he rooted through her cabinets. She would have stopped him, but she didn’t really care about what was in those cupboards. She hadn’t opened most of them since she moved in and unpacked her stuff. She narrowed his eyes as he walked up to a vase of fake flowers her sister had gotten her as a housewarming gift. She froze as he carelessly dumped them in the trash. “Cretino,” she muttered, grabbing the flowers out of the trash and tossing them back on the table. She’d find a new place for them later. [break][break] She glanced at him as he plopped down on the couch, then pulled one of the drawers open. She grabbed a couple daggers and put them on the counter. “Touri, I work at a casino. The last thing I want when I come home is bright colors or dark corners.” she replied dryly. “And I wouldn’t recommend sitting there, it-“ Before she could finish her sentence, Thief appeared from the doorway to her bedroom and started barking. [break][break] She bit her cheek to stop herself from smiling as he dashed over to the couch and jumped up. “Thiefling, book!” she snapped. Thief paused to glance at her before leaping over the book onto Touri’s lap and continuing over the top of the couch. He did two more laps before stopping on the spare cushion of the couch. He crouched down with his ears curled back as he let out a loud growl.
Danger. It was nothing more than a small spark in the back of his mind. Did this ability derive from his unnatural connectively with changes in the environment that only a spider could notice or was it simply the years he’d spent anticipating his own murder? Even after centuries, he hardly knew.
In the breadth of one blink Dai’s fingers dove into his pocket for the quickest weapon, pointer and thumb closed around the hilt. Mikaela yelled something, fueling his reflexes. He tensed his core, bracing for the first blow in an effort to minimize the damage to essential pieces.
Bleeding out on Mikaela Lye’s couch was the last thing he wanted to do.
Over his lap. Behind him. Over. Behind.
Too fast and too small. A million possibilities flooded through his mind all at once, none of them good. He was just about to draw the weapon when a low growl met his ears, forcing him to stop completely. Wait…
Of course. He’d even prepared for this. Stupid to be caught so off guard. He stopped himself from scowling as the realization hit him. Instantly his fingers slipped from the blade but Dai found himself only more confused when he finally saw the creature that had so threateningly dashed around him.
“What the heck kind of dog is that?” the assassin quirked an eyebrow before he dipped his hands further into his pocket to grab the only peace offering he’d brought. Or, more likely, the only one that’d been available in his limited kitchen.
The assassin flicked the jerky out of his pocket where it flopped over in front of the dog. It was a weird little thing with ears too large for its face, a bushy tail, and dark ebony eyes. Far too tiny to be intimidating really. The jerky itself was human quality mostly because Dai didn’t have dog treats. He’d never really been favored by dogs, probably the lacking a soul thing, so Ruby’s mention of having a mutt had led him to do a quick rummage of the fridge. This was the sad result of course.
“I hope he likes beef because the chicken flavor leaves much to be desired,” he turned his head away from the animal, it was far too small too do any real damage, and over to Mikaela who stood sternly at the end of the couch watching them, “Mikaela Lye: a cat with a pet dog. I’ve seen it all now.”
At the corner of his mouth, his lip curled only slightly upwards in an expression that might be considered amusement. Heck, the idea of Ruby owning any pet at all could amuse him for hours.
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Mikaela was tense as she watched Touri reach for something in his jacket. If it came to it she’d have to grab his arm before he could stab her pet. Unless he was reaching for a gun. That wouldn’t be good. But who used a gun in an apartment building? A neighbour would hear and call the cops. Or worse, Cali would hear and decide to come over to see what the loud noise had been. [break][break] Fortunately, Thief stopped his mad dash before Touri’s patience wore thin. She rolled her eyes at his comment. “Touri, meet Thief. Thiefling, Touri is a friend. Play nice.” She glared at Thief as Touri grabbed something from his pocket. [break][break] Thief barked and sniffed at the jerky before looking at Mikaela for approval. Mikaela hesitated. “You brought a bribe to win him over?” she raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that kind of desperate.” Thief barked at her and she reluctantly nodded. She doubted Touri would try to poison her fennec, and if he did she’d just kill him for retribution. [break][break] Thief daintily picked up the treat then jumped onto Touri’s lap and started scratching at his leg by the edge of the couch. “If you really want him to like you you should move. That’s his spot on the couch.” she explained. “This should go without saying but if you hurt that fox I will hurt you.” She offered a sweet smile before turning and leaving the room. [break][break] As she entered her bedroom to change into her outfit for dinner, she noticed scraps of toilet paper that had been dragged across the room. She didn’t feel like threatening Thief after telling Touri not to hurt him, so she ignored the mess for the time being and quickly changed into the casual blue dress she’d picked out the night before.
“Do you know how many times I’ve almost been bitten by a dog Ruby? I’m not being desperate, I’m being prepared,” he countered as he watched the little gremlin-dog munch on the treat. It had stared beggingly at her prior as though asking for permission.
Apparently, Mikaela Lye ran a tight ship. A tight ship that needed babysitting. He had honestly thought she was just trying to lure him in with a faux proposal of dog-sitting but now Dai was beginning to think she actually trusted him. Imagine that. Should he be flattered or concerned? The assassin was briefly interrupted from his amusement by the weight of a tiny creature in his lap.
This never happened.
Ruby quickly pointed out that he’d stolen the dog’s spot on the couch before laying an idle threat down, smirking, and disappearing into what Dai could only assume was her room. He let out some sort of sigh hybrid before turning back to the little creature on his lap and scooping him up. The assassin was surprised at how light he was.
“Sorry you have to deal with her all the time, she’s definitely an acquired taste,” he stood up, dog in hand, and turned back towards the couch to settle the animal in before adding, “don’t worry, I’ll be sure to irritate her for you. Lovingly of course,” he replied, petting the sandy creature behind one of its massive ears before getting back to business.
Dai turned back towards the table where she’d laid out the daggers. Standard. One of them even looked familiar actually. He grabbed both, heading towards the kitchen counter as his long braid trailed behind him. Most would see the braid as a hindrance; it could easily be grabbed and used against him. Daichi had other plans and he’d found that, over the decades, this was the best way to contain it without having a heavy weight on his head. Besides, nobody thought a benevolent looking guy with a braid could be a cold-blooded murderer, right? Well, aside from whatever family disaster he was walking into.
The assassin leaned against the counter, spinning one of the blades by the hilt and inspecting the craftsmanship. It wasn't bad actually. The other blade now lay flat on the counter next to him.
“So, how many people am I allowed to stab today?” he called to the dark-haired woman in the next room, mostly joking. Stabbing was fun though.
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Mikaela listened to the faint sound of Touri’s voice coming from the other room. Was he seriously conversing with Thief? Sure, she talked to him as though he could understand her all the time, but Touri doing it felt different. [break][break] When she stepped out of her room, Thief was curled up on his usual spot on the couch, tearing at his jerky. She looked over to the kitchen where Touri sat fiddling with the blades she’d pulled out. "You're always free to stab yourself." she shrugged. "Just do it outside. I don’t want to clean up the blood." [break][break] Mikaela drew a couple long silver needles from the knife drawer and used them to twist her hair up into a bun. "I'm sure you're already desperate to stab me, but trying would be a waste of your time," she added. "Kind of like you being here. Why did you actually show up, Touri? Pretending to be my fiancé in front of my family is one thing, but agreeing to go to dinner when you could have just ghosted me?" She tucked a remaining strand of loose hair behind her ear and studied his face. "I know you're not an idiot, so what benefits are there for you that I'm not seeing?" It was entirely possible that he was just an idiot, but that was a big risk to take. Underestimating people was always worse than giving them more credit than they deserved. If Touri had some ulterior motive she'd rather be prepared. And if not she was going to have to teach him about cost to benefit ratios.
Ruby finally emerged from her lair, sporting an elegant blue dress. He almost opened his mouth to say something sarcastic but it appeared that she beat him to it.
The assassin would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed, even after centuries he had to admit stabbing people had a certain sort of appeal. Particularly the annoying ones. This was Ruby’s gig though and he wasn’t about to ruin what might be an actual important family get together … too badly anyways.
“Bleeding on the carpet? Sign me up,” he retorted sarcastically and as his gaze followed her movements he quickly added, “you need some color in here anyways.”
For a second, he was momentarily distracted by the motion in which she quickly pinned up her hair. Anzu used to have similar pins and the lingering stench of a bad memory nearly pulled him away from the present. Naturally it was the pointed probing by the dark-haired woman in front of him that brought him back. Probably some sort of buzzing fly effect.
Daichi considered her words carefully, perfectly still as he studied the woman before him.
Why did he really commit to this? Was there a small possibility that he was actually lying to himself as well? Denial was like that, a creeping illness that festered with time. No. There were reasons and he was sure of it. The only question was whether he told Ruby the truth or something just palatable to be digested. He doubted she’d believe him either way.
“You would like that too much so here I am instead,” he laughed lightly before standing up, no longer leaning against the counter as he had been before, playing with the idea of a half-truth. Daichi brought his gaze once again to rest on those smoldering ruby cores, “Ruby, have you ever been centuries old? It gets stale fast. I’m here simply to be amused by you, especially since you won’t allow me to stab anyone.”
He was about to cross his arms when he remembered something, hand once again diving into his pocket. This time he pulled out a round, silver band covered in what might be considered the gaudiest white gems. It would shine at pretty much any angle, blinding anyone foolish enough to cast their gaze in its direction.
Daichi reached out to grab Ruby’s hand, hoping that she didn’t stab him again. Nothing like a ruined dress shirt. The band slid on easily, resting exactly where it should if they were truly engaged. In reality it was the worst kind of ring and most certainly not something he’d ever buy if he was serious about anyone – not that he ever would be. But for this occasion, it was priceless.
“There. I don’t want anyone saying that I’m cheap about rings when it comes to my fiancés. An office worker's reputation is everything after all,” he stepped back, waiting for either the angry storm or the sharp end of a very pointed blade.
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Mikaela scoffed. “Been a while since anyone’s told me I amuse them. People usually stick to words like terrify or annoy.” She sighed, “I suppose you can stab some stranger on the street if it’s really that big a deal. Then you can go ahead and check yourself into therapy.” [break][break] Mikaela froze as Touri grabbed her hand, ready to reach for one of the blades he’d discarded on the counter. She stayed tensed to attack until he stepped away, then she looked down at her hand. The ring was big and between the diamonds and the silver it was far too white for her. She only wore white when she was trying to disguise herself. It had always felt wrong to wear a color representing innocence or purity when she was being herself. If she’d picked out a ring it would have definitely been gold, and she wasn’t sure she would have wanted a diamond either. [break][break] And yet… [break][break] “You got me a ring?” she asked, feeling tears build up in her eyes. She’d had her own ring from years ago, but she hadn’t been looking forward to seeing it again. Not to mention washing the blood off of it. When she’d declared she was moving to Canada she’d stored the ring in a box, but she hadn’t been able to bring herself to get rid of it. It was a family heirloom and she’d had to fight for it. The idea of it going to one of her cousins felt wrong. They wouldn’t know what it meant to her. That didn’t mean she ever wanted to wear it again, though. The last time she’d had it on her hands were buried in a fatal wound, hopelessly attempting to stop the bleeding. [break][break] She shook her head and forced long buried memories memories away. “Who did you take it from?” she demanded. “Not someone who will be wanting it back, I hope.”
Oddly enough, there was no angry outburst or sharp, pointed object shoved in his side. Instead, there was… surprise? For a moment it even looked like he’d caught her off guard with that little stunt. Ruby’s molten gaze had suddenly smoldered down to something softer and for a moment he thought he saw something like moisture.
Impossible. Ruby didn’t have emotions like that. She was pure chaos. Thankfully a snarky comment soon followed and the old Ruby was back, mocking him as usual.
“I’m offended you think I’d steal something like that. Despite what you might think I do still have some decency,” the assassin remarked, genuinely offended at the idea of stealing something so important, “also, the way I understand it borrowing is more of your expertise. Like your little dog.”
Daichi didn’t dare peer around the corner at the creature lest it summon the ridiculous thing. His eyes fell on the ring sitting on Ruby’s finger. It was too loud, to bright, and lacked the elegance that Mikaela Lye deserved. Had he been serious about it, she’d be wearing something much different. For the purpose of whatever was about to happen at her family’s house, this would do.
Suddenly it was strange standing in Ruby’s kitchen, so different from his own apartment just five doors down. What could he hope to gain from this situation really? He suppressed a scowl, eager to get on with this. The more time he spent in this apartment the more it seemed like Ruby might actually be a normal person and that was scarier than anything.
“Alright, let’s go,” he placed his hand firmly on the countertop, “take the left one, the right looks like it needs a little maintenance around the hilt. I don't need to do anymore urgent care visits this week.”
He indicated the dagger in question. Obviously if Mikaela was to have his back – or so he hoped – he wanted her to be armed with the better gear. Not to say that he was going to trust her in this situation. In fact, the entire situation in general was a bad idea. But it was one that he had bought into and now he was committed. The assassin moved to leave the apartment but paused at the doorway, turning around to look at Ruby with a swirl of his braid.
“Oh, and I’m driving,” his sage-hued gaze confirmed that this was nonnegotiable.
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Daichi Takeshi - She’s definitely not stubborn - ### Words
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Mikaela rolled her eyes. “Oh calm down about that already. All the guy has to do to get Thief back is come ask. But he won’t.” she replied matter of factly. It was true. She was holding Thief hostage, but all she’d wanted from her brother was for him to join her in Canada. She told him he could have Thief back once he did that. Seven years had passed since then and she doubted her brother would be coming for Thief any time soon. It was almost annoying how stubborn her family could be. Thank god she hadn’t inherited that from her father too. She, at least, knew when she had no choice but to back down. [break][break] Touri’s sudden desire to leave immediately caught Mikaela a bit off guard. It’s not like she’d thought she could kill time forever, but she’d at least wanted to make sure they’d be a bit late. Nonetheless, she nodded and went along with it. She might as well get this over with, she just had to make an appearance then she could leave as soon as she figured out why Adrian had made such a big deal about her coming tonight. [break][break] Mikaela sighed at his assessment of her weapons. “Thats the point, darling,” she drawled, throwing both blades in her purse. “Neither of these are up to my standard. I don’t store high quality weapons in my kitchen.” She pulled open another drawer and grabbed another knife and a pack of cigarettes, then headed to the door. Thief jumped off the couch and rushed over the second the door opened, but she ignored him. [break][break] She eyed Touri as he announced that he would be driving. He looked so serious about it. It was almost cute. How deep did that resolve go? If it was anyone else she wouldn’t have bothered testing it, but Touri made her curious. “Absolutely not.” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m not letting you drive so you can crash and force me to end up in a hospital. Or, worse, so you can abandon me to my family. What sort of idiot do you take me for?”
Ruby’s symbolic arm-cross manifested once again, coupled with the iconic I won’t let you. Even Daichi had to admit that it was actually quite cute. The assassin saw his own determination reflected back in her eyes and, despite his prior insistence that he drive, he decided that this might actually be worth almost dying. Or the cost of a new vehicle should she drive like an absolute maniac.
“All this time together and you still think I’m trying to murder you? I'm offended Ruby,” he sighed, feigning annoyance as he gripped the door handle, “car accidents are boring. If I was going to kill you, I’d find something way more interesting. Besides, I’ve seen plenty of cats get up from fatal accidents. I bet it wouldn’t even kill you.”
He didn’t wait for an answer though he expected one to follow behind him. Daichi opened the door and headed to the stairway. Taking the elevator in this complex could be a 15-minute affair so usually it was the stairs or scaling up the building in spider form. A few flights down lead them to the underground garage where Daichi’s vehicle was parked. He’d moved it earlier to a guest spot, still wanting to pretend he didn’t live one floor up from Ruby.
Daichi pulled the glass-lined garage door open and stepped out onto the semi-lit parking lot. Wordlessly, and hoping that Ruby was actually following him, he padded over to the guest section only to stand in front of a crimson and ebony Kawasaki. Amused, Daichi held the keys out and waited until he heard Ruby’s footsteps before speaking.
“Alright, it’s all yours,” the corner of his mouth curled upwards into something reminiscent of a smirk but he didn’t dare turn around just yet, “I’ve always wanted to ride passenger on this bike. Especially with a beautiful woman driving.”
For emphasis, he wiggled the keys a little, waiting for Ruby to back peddle on her earlier statement.
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Mikaela scowled at Touri’s back as he exited her apartment. “You could do much worse than kill me,” she muttered. She locked the door behind them then followed him through the building, paying attention to make sure there weren’t any other footsteps in the hall. She wasn’t interested in interacting with any of her neighbours in front of Touri. He’d probably tease her for her innocent facade. [break][break] She crossed her arms over her chest as they came to a stop in front of a motorcycle. To Mikaela’s surprise, he actually handed her the keys to the bike. “We could take my car,” she pouted, but snatched the keys out of his hand. She didn’t have her own car anyway. If she ever needed to make a quick escape she figured she’d just steal one. Anything else could be managed through buses and trains. [break][break] She narrowed her eyes as she studied the motorcycle. She hadn’t been on a bike in seven years, but she was sure it would come back to her. It’s not like she had any choice in the matter. She wasn’t the sort of person to let her bluffs get called. She had killed to keep her word in the past and this wasn’t nearly as stressful as that. [break][break] “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you stole my bike. This is exactly like the one I had back home.” she lied, feigning confidence as she got on and started it up. She was surprised by the familiarity of the engine humming beneath her. She had once owned her own bike but it wasn’t nearly as showy as this one. Her priority had never been looking cool. Her reputation was based solely on her own actions. Although the tattoo on her wrist did help. In Italy her family had a reputation almost everyone was aware of, whether she’d wanted it to be applied to her or not. She glanced back at Touri. “Helmets?” she asked.
Daichi soaked up her pouted statement wondering if that sort of behavior was an after thought or possibly a coping mechanism. It didn’t matter he guessed. Who would take a car when a bike like this was available? He briefly reminisced about the first one he’d ridden long after they’d come out. Ruby’s mention of her own bike ‘back home’ snapped him back into reality.
“You have a bike?” his eyebrow quirked with genuine surprise. Ruby didn’t wait for whatever answer he was willing to give as she practically hopped onto the bike and keyed the engine.
A familiar purr filled the parking garage and, for a moment, Daichi found himself simply staring at the dark-haired woman on the bike. His bike. Nobody had ever ridden this except himself. Not even Anzu who was the one to gift the bike in the first place. Even Daichi had to admit that Ruby looked good on that bike, an expression of pure concentration on her face for some reason.
Ten seconds had gone by since Ruby asked him about helmets before he realized that he’d been staring. Daichi jolted back into action, whatever mist occupying his mind suddenly dissipated. The lithe figure reached over and grabbed the only helmet available, shoving it into the woman’s hands before she could protest.
“Driver always gets the helmet, Canadian law,” Daichi slipped onto the bike behind Mikaela, feeling strange to be in what would be considered the passengers seat.
The assassin swiftly put his feet up and wrapped his arms around Ruby’s waist. It wasn’t an unwelcomed feeling but Daichi could help but notice how much daintier she was than how he imagined her. Tiny yet fierce. These were the perfect attributes for a nekomata. He decided to briefly push her buttons, against his better judgement, and leaned into her.
“Alrighty darling, let’s go,” as usual, Daichi anticipated some kickback from Ruby. Maybe an odd Italian word or perhaps just a cold yet seething glare. He was looking forward to it really.
Not to mention it would be nice to sit back and enjoy the scenery for a change.
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