A lone figure sat perched upon a rooftop, looking down into the street, watching, waiting.

With focused eyes he surveyed the crowd below him. The people in the street swarmed by, going about their daily duties, totally unsuspecting. Filthy children played some sort of game in the street corners, as the local baker waddled along with his basket full of hot, fresh bread. The cold wind swept up the aromatic scent to the boy on the roof, reminded him of the hollow emptiness where his stomach should have been. A cross mother took her child out of the game to scold him about the fresh mud stains on his pants. But as soon as her attention was turned on the baker's goods, the little boy wormed his way back to his playmates. None of this escaped the boy on the roof's watchful eyes. However, he had still yet to see what he was looking for. So he continued to wait. He hated waiting. One of his catlike ears twitched in impatience. They longed to hear that sound they favored above all else- the clinking of coin.

It was then that his eyes finally found what they had been searching for. There. The small redheaded girl trudged through the crowd, eyes fixed on the ground. Though it wasn't the girl in particular that interested him so much. No, rather it was the sizeable, all too familiar shape in her pant pocket that had caught his attention. Greedy fingers rubbed together in anticipation. It was almost as if they could already feel the cold silver between them.

Though now as he continued to take in his target, he noticed that she was rather pretty. With a petite figure, alabaster skin, and those eyes… Yes, those eyes. Those eyes that looked down as if they would never see the sun again; eyes that searched the ground as if the answers they searched for would be written on the very street they walked. He couldn't be sure, but for a moment, he could almost feel something strange forming inside of him. But of course it was only for a moment. Because by the end of that moment, the boy had already shrugged it off.

She would do. After all, he might as well just consider it a bonus. His lips twisted into a smile at the thought. Yes, a bonus… He stroked his virgin ears thoughtfully at the notion.

All the boy's muscles tensed as his victim suddenly took a sharp turn down an alleyway. It was time to go. The crudely written sign above the side street read Forester Lane. What's this? The figure asked himself as he jumped down from his hiding place. An easy target and a bonus. It was almost too easy. As he mingled into the crowd, Yoji couldn't help but laugh silently too himself. Almost.