"I hate teenagers," Raidou muttered as he stood backed against an overly colorful clothing store. "Shouldn't they be in school right now?"

"Most of these people are probably just out of school," Gouto reminded him.

"They're still teenagers."

His alp, a mostly naked woman with horn shaped hair and an ever-curious expression, looked up at him from her relaxed position on the ground. "Can I go back now?"

"No. Narumi-san should contact us soon with more leads."

"I'm hungry," she whined.

"Akira, give her some MAG."

With a sigh, Raidou leaned down and held out his hand. "Just a little."

Eyes wide the Alp reached out and bit his finger. Every demon had its preferred way to gather MAG and he had learned that a tiny bit of blood could keep her going for quite a while. Sure enough, after just a couple of drops she once more hovered in the air and he was able to lean against the wall again.

Raidou's phone vibrated and he pulled it out. "Where to next?"

"There's report of a commotion at Club Jing last night about five minutes before the first reported case of apathy syndrome."

"Where's Club Jing?"

"Not even a block away from you. It's by Sexual Bomber."

"I know where that is."

"Why do you know that?"

"I was fifteen. How could I not notice a store called Sexual Bomber?"

"Alright. I think they're open for reservations at this time, so someone should be there."

"It's not closed?" Raidou asked, turning down the street so he could head over there.

"There's a reason it took me so long to find out about this. The report was about some silver haired kid with a katana and got buried under everything else."

"The woman that attacked me had silver hair too."

"Is that important?"

"We'll find out." Raidou quickly hung up as he moved through the throngs of people. Even on a relatively tame weekday it was crowded.

He came upon Club Jing fairly quickly and knocked on the door. No one answered. He knocked again. "I'm here about the boy with the katana." Still no one answered. Casting his gaze up Raidou noticed an open window on the second story. "Hey, Alp," he directed, pointing towards the window, "get this door opened."

She nodded eagerly and drifted toward the window.

"Are you sure about this, Akira?"

"It's just breaking and entering."

"They just had a weapons scare and you intend to wander in with a katana and a hand gun."

"I don't think they'll argue."

"They may call the police."

"I am the police, or at least close enough."

"You also argue with the police regularly."

The door slid open to reveal a grinning alp, and a terrified man running towards it.

"What? How did it open? I'm sorry, sir, but we're closed."

"I need to talk to you about last night," Raidou informed him, stepping into the door and pulling out a small tube from his belt.

"No. We're cleaning up. I don't know who you are, but we're closed."

Raidou twisted a small knob on the tube and it slid open. The alp vanished to be replaced with a small snowman wearing an old taisho uniform and a black cap.

"Hee-ho, Raidou Fifteen."

Raidou closed the tube and nodded to the still stammering man. A small cloud of snow drifted from the demon and settled on the man.

"Why are you still here? You should be at the bar so we can talk properly."

"So you run the bar here?"

"Yes, sir. I'm just making sure everything is in order. Some kid ended up breaking quite a bit last night." The man wandered behind the bar and Raidou sat down across from him. "What would you like?"

"Just some water. I'm on duty."

The man turned around to get a glass, giving Raidou a good opportunity to slide the tube out again and summon Alp.

"Here you go. So, what did you need to talk about?"

"The kid who broke everything," Raidou answered. "What did he look like?"

"Silver hair. That stood out. He had a katana, and he was pretty big. Looked just a bit younger than you."

"Did the hair seem natural?"

"Well, it couldn't have been, but I see a lot of young people in here and I'll bet he kept it that color long term; he even dyed his eyebrows."

"Did you catch any sort of name?"

The man shrugged. "Guess it's hard to remember."

"He's lying," Alp whispered. "He knows that both the given and family name started the same."

"Anything could help narrow the field."

"I don't remember anything else. I'm sorry."

"He's scared," Alp pressed on. "This boy destroyed the glasses with lightning."

"Did he wear anything that might stand out?"

"He had glasses," the man admitted, "but anyone can just pop in a pair of contacts."

"He also didn't wear glasses the whole time and was rather handsome," Alp added.

"Are there any other employees that were here during the incident? I'd like to speak with them."

"They all came down with apathy syndrome."

"Why not you?"

"I don't know."

"The boy stopped something," Alp muttered. "Something was coming right for him and the boy stopped it."

"The boy didn't cause the apathy syndrome. What else happened?"

"Uh, I don't know. I only saw the boy, but he moved strangely and everyone around me got weird. Then, listen, you won't-"

"-believe me when I tell you that it was some kind of monster," Raidou finished. "Rather like the demon hovering in this room."

"D-demon?"

"What did it look like?"

"The demon?"

"The thing with the boy."

"I," he took a deep breath, "I don't really know. It was big, but it's like I felt it more than I saw it."

Raidou tilted his eyes towards Alp. "It was cool," she responded. "He says it was very cool. Ooo, and kind of sexy."

"Sexy?" Raidou whispered.

"Oh yeah, it had a large codpiece with a zipper," the barkeep replied cautiously.

Raidou raised an eyebrow at the man. "And you noticed that?"

"It was, I don't know, the whole thing was weird, but that just seemed even weirder. It looked like a man wearing a coat and then a huge codpiece with a zipper."

"It was vague, but you saw a codpiece?"

"I told you, it stood up."

"Stood up?"

"Stood out," the man quickly corrected, "it stood out."

"Very well." Raidou stood, tipping his cap towards the man. "Thank you very much for your cooperation."

"Wait! Did you really believe me?"

"Of course," Raidou replied with a small smile. With that he turned around and headed out the door.

Author's Note: I suck at investigation, but I'm good with dialogue, and I tend to suck at action too. I just thought I'd give you the heads up now. Hopefully my beta-reader can mitigate some of these problems. I think she's done pretty well in this segment.