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."