8

"She was AB-SO-LUTE-LY gorgeous!" singing as his tall frame crashed into the bed. Oh how enchanted he was! At least, it seemed to be the case. He had a history of lovesickness. Always head over heels for some girl or other, usually several at a time - claiming to have loved them all. The Suguro boy had never taken his antics seriously and neither did Konekomaru, it seemed rather childish - to constantly be wooing some dame or other for the sake of doing so.

Though he remained quiet, their bespeckled friend managed to make quite the conversation with gal regarding books. How enthusiastic she was! And how refreshing to think she would not take into account his appearance before his personality. A great gal, he'd be sure to ring her up sometime! Maybe on a day off, take her to tea!

Pulling on his boots, Ryuuji was too busy getting his uniform together to really pay much attention to the weekend. After all, it had already passed, what more was there to discuss? He had been there, seen his share of entertainment, pretty faces but the world was here. And he was determined to break out of his current rank by the time autumn rolled around. Success defined his ultimate goal in life. Never mind anything else.

"Lads, yer assignment." a swift knock, the door opened, their Lieutenant's gruff voice and a piece of paper fluttering to the floor. Konekomaru retrieved it, shutting the door their senior officer had left open. He was a strange one, Lewin Light. Whimsical and quite aloof yet, something of a sinister intelligence in the depths of his jokes. The boy made sure to watch him carefully, for his wrath might be greater than the Captain's bark. Just as he began reading the document, the Okumura brothers made their way back from the bath. A few moments, Yukio and Koneko discussed this particular assignment and explained to the group as a whole their duties. It seemed they were already settling into a sort team spirit, whether by natural happenstance or for the ease of their assignments.


Stop talking. Go away.

The ice hit the glass with a loudness she had hoped would drown out that spew of memory from the blonde. Please! For the love of sanity! For a moment!

Talk about something other than the party.

But could Shiemi be blamed? The spectacle, scale and sheer intensity of escapism had overwhelmed the little recluse. She had gotten tipsy, had delicious food and dared to make conversation without the guardianship of dearest Izumo. Such a vigor that had not been known - tapped and released, a tremendous energy with no other outlet than speech, it was all that was manageable at the current time.

However, the topic regarding those brothers she seemed fixated on, the blonde had made it a point to only discuss them in private quarters with Izumo. Clearly, it was something she was keen to keep between the two of them.

Holding up a hand, the butler poured the sweetened tea into the glass and held it out for her to accept. A sip, taking a napkin in hand, Izumo made her way to the extravagant French doors, the curtains billowing softly. The was hot today, the sweltering summer on right her doorstep, ready to engulf the city in its velvety grasp. Soon enough, it would be here, testing her endurance for heat. Sweat was beading against ivory skin as she stood, gazing blandly unto her grounds. It was much too large for one person, especially when she desired no company. Despite its 'moderate' size, this estate was to meant to house the multiple generations, representing the Kamiki family line. One that would most likely end with her at this rate.

Down the green and onto the bay, red eyes traveled. Yes, she was just over there not days ago. In no particular rush to remember, the very image of rage consumed her thoughts. Those amber eyes that seemed to dance like flames and hair that might've already been ablaze. Rather handsome, actually. That personality was particularly cliche however, even after he managed to escape what might've been an annoyance.

And that Mephisto, someone she had always heard a great deal regarding and never chancing to meet. Izumo wasn't quite sure she had wanted to end that streak - there was something terribly unsettling about him. He knew something about her, something she wasn't sure of herself and in such doubt - it was mortifying to say the least.