There had been several murders in the town. A very suspicious amount of them, in fact.
Athena said it was ghosts, and she wanted them gone as soon as possible.
"I never heard of no ghost shanking people in dark alleys," said Aioria, while he messaged with Aphrodite's team of Death Mask and Milo, who had started their search for the ghost on the other side of the town. After all, when Athena said as soon as possible, it meant you were already late.
"If it possesses someone, it can shank people, of course," said Aioros, matter of factly.
Shura rubbed his temple and adjusted his civilian clothes. They were posing as commoners now, and hoping that the ghost was stupid enough to try and attack them.
"Let's separate and try to cover a greater area. You both got your signals?" he asked. Aioria and Aioros lifted up their flares. "Good. Let's regroup here in twenty minutes."
Aioria jogged off, but Aioros didn't move. Shura lifted an eyebrow at him. "What is it?"
Aioros grabbed his shirt, pulled him against him, and tried to give him a peckon the lips. Shura's heart jumped and he moved away so that Aioros' lips only touched the side of his mouth.
"F-focus!" hissed Shura, feeling his face go red.
Aioros stuck out his tongue at him and jogged off.
Aioros was done looking in ten minutes. There were a lot of ghosts and random spirits around, an astounding number in fact, but nothing strong enough to possess a person with enough rage to get them to kill. You needed a lot of anger an resentment concentrated in a single spirit for it to be able to do it and all he felt were waves of resentment floating around. Constantly. It reminded him of the sound of the ocean from the afternoon when he had met up with Kanon. The anger and the resentment were settled over the town, ebbing and flowing all around like waves.
He decided to go back already.
He could hear Shura's voice speaking to Aioria before he reached the corner.
"Have you found anything?" asked Shura, then there was a pause. Aioros stopped to lean against the wall and adjust his boot. "What's wrong?"
Aioria sounded out of breath when he spoke. "I just…I wish we hadn't been sent together."
"It's fine, this shouldn't take too long."
"I just want to be done and go. I can't…It makes me so anxious, to have him look at me. But it's me. It's all in my head," said Aioria, his voice verging on hysterical.
"Just hold on"
"I should tell him now"
"Aioria this is really not a good moment!"
"Will there be a good moment to tell him I raped you?"
"Definitely not now! Focus!"
The world tilted for Aioros. He fell against the wall, trying to hold on to it. The wind rustling through the streets swept over him, icy as it covered his skin.
"That wasn't-," suddenly said Shura. "You didn't…What you did to me, I led you to do it…"
The wind picked up. Aioros stumbled forward, his sight blurring. He no longer felt the cold, or the wind.
Shura and Aioria whirled around to see him.
A part of Aioros wanted to scream. But he couldn't. He couldn't speak.
"A-Aioros," said Aioria, giving a couple steps towards him, then stopping.
"Aioros, let us explain," said Shura.
A red flare went up in the sky from the other side of the town and they looked up at it. When they looked back, Aioros had vanished.