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TWENTY-FIVE
Munakata had a team of two-dozen blues with him as Mikoto walked up to the abandoned factory building. His hands were tucked into his pockets, and Munakata approached him. The redhead stopped and stared at the Blue King.
"What do you know?" Mikoto asked as he pulled out a cigarette and flicked his finger to light it.
"We got a tip saying that three men brought a little girl and a woman into one of these buildings," Munakata explained, gesturing to four large buildings laid out before them. It used to be apart of a metal fabrication factory thirty years ago. No one used the buildings anymore except for the homeless and some addicts. "We swept these two buildings and didn't find anything, so we're going to sweep these two next."
"No," Mikoto stated with a shake of his head, causing Munakata to furrow his brows. "We have to do this fast and quiet, it's bad enough you guys are sweeping these buildings. One wrong move and my girls are dead."
"I still have half an hour," Munakata pointed out, causing Mikoto to narrow his eyes. "You stay out of it until then."
"When I told Fushimi I was doing this my way," Mikoto growled, taking a step towards Munakata. "I damn well meant it." His eyes shifted to that pink-red glow, causing Munakata to sigh in annoyance.
"Seri," Munakata commanded without looking to the blonde woman with a skirt that was far too short. She came to him and waited for his orders. "Hold everyone back, Suoh and I will handle this. No one leaves the building, understood?" he asked, looking to the woman.
"Yes sir!" she replied firmly with a single nod and went to inform the rest of the men what they were to do. As they started moving about, Mikoto started walking towards the building in front of him. Munakata looked at his men as they spread out to surround the buildings, following after Mikoto.
"One question," Munakata said as he and Mikoto reach the door. "You've never had dealings with Jimushi before, so why now?" The Blue King was not going to allow Mikoto to pass until he got his answer.
As annoying as it was, Mikoto sighed in frustration and decided to just tell him before they wasted anymore time. Every second mattered because Anna and Kira's lives were on the line. "He threatened Kira and I swore to him if he touched her again, I'd kill him."
"And you think he's testing you?" Munakata inquired with furrowed brows.
"I don't think, I know he is," Mikoto replied as he shoved past Munakata. His red aura flared wildly, causing the doors to misshapen and fall from their hinges with loud clanks. Munakata raised a brow as he looked at the doors and pursed his lips. It had been quite a while since he had seen Mikoto this furious.
Before he went inside, Munakata looked back at Seri. She nodded to him and Munakata nodded back before following Mikoto inside. They moved quickly, sifting through each room, frightening a few homeless people along the way. They weaved through trash and debris and the old corpses of machines that were layered in thick dust and rust. Rats and roaches scurried across the floor as Mikoto and Munakata walked around pillars and cages that kept people away from machines and control panels that had been long forgotten.
A group of squatters ran away into the shadows of the factory as they passed by their metal barrel they'd converted into a fire pit. Graffiti decorated the walls; windows were fogged over with dust and blurred with spider web cracks, and the floor was covered with cardboard that smelled musty. Mold built up around old water pipes that still leaked whenever it rained. The place was a complete mess and looked like it was going to fall apart.
Wooden crates were leaned up against walls and formed over old couch cushions and mattresses for shelter. Trash bags and old heavy blankets were thrown around along with shopping carts filled with junk. Mikoto weaved through all of it easily with Munakata on his tail. Some doors had been ripped from their hinges and thrown to the floor, liquor bottles clattered together as addicts ran away from the man in the blue coat. The smell was completely putrid as if something had died three times over and baked in the heat of the summer.
Gangly looking cats hissed as they pressed on deeper into the building. Mikoto was on a complete warpath, ignoring everything around him. His eyes were still glowing as he scanned the area as if he had thermal imaging. Munakata spotted a passage and walked over to it, but Mikoto whistled, catching his attention. The redhead nodded towards the ground where a black ribbon was strewn on the ground.
"Its Anna's," Mikoto whispered as he knelt down and picked up the ribbon. Just a little ways ahead he found her little top hat that she always wore atop of her head of white blonde hair. When the redhead stood up he walked towards the hat and picked it up. He gripped the ribbon tight in his hands and nodded towards a stairwell just up ahead.
"You think they kept them together?" Munakata asked quietly.
"Anna's unconscious," Mikoto replied as he walked towards the stairwell. "She would have called out to me by now if she was awake." The Red King made his way up the stairs and Munakata followed after him, hoping they weren't too late for everyone's sake.