Prologue.
Kijima Matako began yelling at me about how lazy I was being these days. I was too tired to care about what the hell she was yelling at me about in particular.
"At least I'm not a slut," was my reply to everything she was saying.
I shook my dark purple, shoulder-length, hair to keep it away from my face and walked over to the end of the ship. I put a leg over the edge, and stood firmly on the wooden floor, staring down at Edo.
"This place did change," I murmur as I looked down from the sky.
Kijima stood beside me, ignoring her bleeding side, and looked down the city of Edo.
"I told you," she replied.
I smiled, wickedly. "Do you think we'll find them here? Because we've been on a search for them for several weeks…"
She sighed. "Don't know, don't care."
I yawned and scratched the top of my hair. "Tak-kun genki kana?"
"If he isn't, we'll so getting killed by the head…"
I shrugged, nonchalantly. "Oh well."
