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Ringing the doorbell, Yomi soon waited for the door to be opened.

Taking a look at the numbers above the frame, the blonde had to reconfirm that she was at the correct address. If would feel awkward to be standing in front of the wrong house after all.

But Yomi couldn't help feeling slightly irritated at the sight of the building. A large house that looked average to hide the fact that it was easily expensive and that rich people were living inside it. For the sake of her situation though, all she had to do was grin and bear with it.

It shouldn't be too much of a problem for her though. She was a shinobi after all.

Not only that, but she also understood that rich people had their own varying troubles. Yomi learned this the hard way with Ikaruga, much to the former's dismay. Even if Ikaruga forgave her due to the hatred Yomi once felt towards her, it still didn't take away the fact that she felt a little guilty to the girl with the higher social status.

Hearing the click of a door, Yomi quickly hid her concerned face with a smile. She had to look professional in case this person wanted her help again.

Her face twitched with surprise though at the sight of the person who answered the door.

A teenager her age stood in the doorway. All she could really make out from his body was that he had grey eyes and black, curly unkempt hair. The reason why Yomi was so surprised was because of what he was wearing. Covering most of his body was an apron while a mask covered the bottom half of his face.

With a roll of paper towels underneath one arm and a bunch of bottles inside of a basket that he was carrying in the other hand, the boy stood in front of the partially stunned blonde. "Yomi-san?" He asked curtly, eyes squinting slightly to focus.

Blinking, Yomi nodded her head.

Shuffling the paper towels into the basket, he offered a hand. "Akira Kurusu." The boy introduced him. But Yomi remained surprised at his appearance and didn't notice the hand to shake. In response, Akira retracted it a couple of seconds later when he saw that Yomi was just staring. "Well, come on in. I already managed to get a head start in a couple bathrooms."

"Ah, pardon the intrusion then." Seeing the boy step to the side, Yomi took that as the signal to step inside. Speaking her thanks, she looked around the interior of the house.

As she expected, it was incredible display of which she could possibly describe as a little Victorian. Wooden tiles decorated the floor, the lines mismatched yet created a cohesive pattern altogether. In front of her was a set of a flight of stairs leading up towards the second floor and a small hallway right to its right that led towards a few rooms from what she could see. To her right meanwhile was a space which she could summarize up as a library; judging by how two shelves filled with books were on either side of a fireplace with a couple of comfortable chairs nearby.

Despite all of this… the atmosphere was… hollow and empty.

"A pretty interesting place, huh?" Akira's voice reminded Yomi of where she currently was, making the blonde turn and look at the boy. "Just a couple of steps through the entrance and already there is a lot to take in."

The matter-of-fact tone and the facts Akira spouted almost made Yomi's face twitch but she kept control of her muscles. "Yes, it really is." She had to agree with him though. The setting was both interesting and there was a lot to take in at the same time. "Although I thought that the time that the people coming to clean was right now. Why are you here so early?"

Confusion spread across Akira's eyes which made Yomi blink. Was her question that puzzling to him?

"Yomi-san, I live here."

"…Oh."

Once again, Yomi looked over Akira. If she was surprised at the first look over the boy, she now felt shock for the second scan.

Wait a minute, that meant that this boy was the one who she had contacted when applying for this job! He was the one who wanted her to work in his household and yet he was going to help as well? Not only that, it meant that he was willing to put in the effort despite being rather wealthy. That… wasn't normal from her expectations.

…Then again, Ikaruga didn't match up to her expectations either.

Wait, maybe he was just a child of the actual owners and the parents were working. Akira could really be just watching over the house and was told to help her out.

"Well, enough standing around." Akira stated, turning around and motioning with his free hand for her to follow him. "Come on now, let's grab you some appropriate clothing before we begin." With his words spoke, he began walking down the hall part of the house.

Yomi immediately followed without another word or complaint. Akira turned to the left when he had the opportunity and disappeared around the corner. Turning as well, Yomi was lost for a split second before seeing that it was actually a sharp left she had to make was there was a staircase that Akira was already descending down.

Taking soft steps down the wood, Akira had already taken another left by the time she was halfway down. Arriving to the bottom and looking over, the boy had disappeared from her sight, leaving a shadow in another room due to the lighting.

As she arrived, she realized that Akira was rummaging around what looked like to be a combination of a dining room and a kitchen. This time the flooring was dark polished wood. A nice-looking table with a few chairs was to her left as she had entered the area. To her right meanwhile was a counter with a bunch of cooking appliances installed around. Cabinets holding all sorts of fine china and glasses were neatly organized just like the drawers that no doubt held cutlery in similar standard. To the far right however was a pair of double doors with glasses windows that had curtains covering the other side.

Feeling movement brush along her leg, she looked down curiously and saw a black cat walking past her. The feline then turned around and made eye contact with her. Both pairs of blue eyes locked with each other and refused to look away.

"…Huh." Yomi could only muster as she had the urge to bend her knees onto the floor and beckon it towards her. Giving into that feeling, the blonde motioned with her hands for the cat to come towards her. "Here, kitty. Here, kitty, kitty." She tried. But it looked disinterested and turned around while yawning.

But as it began to walk away, Yomi's watchful eyes noticed a pair of legs approach. Shifting her head, she saw that Akira's eyes held an amused twinkle behind his mask. "I see Morgana has your attention." He said, still holding his basket under one arm, this time having it hold an apron and mask with the various bottles. In his other hand was a slice of sashimi for some reason. "Here, try giving this to him to grab his."

…Where did he get that? From the fridge? She didn't hear him open the door. Maybe she was just too focused on the cat which she now knew was named Morgana.

Taking the fish, she now noticed that Morgana was staring at her hungrily. Well, at the sashimi to be more precise. Bringing the morsel of food down, she watched the cat walk up towards her and sniff the food. "Aww." Yomi giggled and cooed as Morgana began eating the treat, gently stroking the top of its head with her other hand.

As Morgana purred and meow, Akira for some reason began to chuckle. That caused Yomi to gaze at Akira once again. "Sorry," He apologized mid-laugh with a shake of his head. "It's just that Morgana is really liking the way you're petting him."

Akira's laughter must have been infectious since Yomi began to grow a smile as well and laugh. "Is that so?" She cupped the hand that once had fish in it for Morgana to continue sniffing as she scratched his chin. "That's good to hear, Morgana-chan."

The feline only mewed once again in response, burying its face into her palm. Stroking the top of its head and body next, Yomi noticed the quality of its fur. It was incredible, meaning that the cat was being taken care of in a good manner. She wondered if Mirai would take a liking to Morgana as quickly as she did. The smaller girl did look like a cat whenever in her shinobi attire.

"As amusing as it is watching Morgana being spoiled, I'm afraid that I must remind you why you are here in the first place."

Looking up, Akira had not moved a muscle through the entire time her attention was focused on the cat. "Oh, right! I'm sorry!" She quickly got up to her feet and bowed in apology. How could she be this distracted by a cat so easily? Was she slacking off enough for her mind to wander? Oh, Homura wouldn't be happy if she found out about this!

Akira shrugged. "Well, at least we got back on track." He noted, handing the spare apron and mask to Yomi. "Put these on and it's a good idea to tie your hair up as well. We'll begin by focusing on the bottom – which is here – and work our way up. We are going to try to clean everywhere but two places: my room over there and the basement which is down there."

While Yomi was quickly fastening her clothes and working on her hair, she focused on Akira's words at the same time. Looking over to the double doors, she noted that was his room and then the small area outside of the dining area where she saw a door just like the one that took her down to the current floor she was on.

The bedroom she could understand. It was a private space and Akira probably already finished it. But the basement? Once again, it could be that he had already cleaned it…

But he made no mention of that fact. Was Akira hiding something down there?

No matter. It would be best not to dwell on it. She had a job to do and it was to follow what her employer wanted within reason.

"Understood." Yomi nodded with a hint of determination behind her voice, eyes narrowing with anticipation.

Akira nodded back as Morgana scampered out of the room. "Good. Then let's get to it."

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While it didn't start out as bad as Yomi expected, all of her effort began to affect her in the end.

It all started with the dining room and just moving the table and chairs out with Akira's help. After dusting and cleaning the floor, they moved everything back in and went to the second (ground) floor.

That was when things started getting a little complicated. Akira had them work in separate rooms to perform their own tasks. He said that he would start in the library while Yomi took one of the work rooms. The problem was that the first room she had chosen was stacked with papers along with a couple of computers and printer.

At least the second room wasn't too bad since they had met up to work together in it.

The third floor however were considered the worst since Yomi chose to clean the third floor. With that said, Akira had moved up to the fourth floor. The blonde had completely underestimated the amount of work that she had to put into the third floor. Just like the second floor, there were plenty of rooms that had similar situations. Instead of paper, there were more computers and even televisions this time.

It didn't exactly help either that Homura had trained her to the bone this morning to make sure that Yomi was in shape. She knew that their leader was trying to keep them prepared but that didn't mean that she had to fight them until they were nearly breathless. Everyone still had to do their part to help each other survive.

But Yomi managed to finish her task. Yes, she was incredibly sore. But she was used to the pain, not that it helped.

Panting while sitting in a chair on the third floor which she had just finished, she tried to take deep breath to put herself at ease. If there was one satisfying thing now, it was the fresh scent that entered her nose due to the results of her work.

Who knows, maybe she did such a good job that Akira would give her a bonus.

"…Wow, I can actually see my reflection in the floor."

The corners of Yomi's mouth twitched. Those words were a good sign.

Tiredly, she turned her head to see Akira with wide eyes as he began taking off the apron and mask. "Yes, you certainly can." Yomi breathed with a hint of pride behind her voice. At least she thought it was pride. She was too tired to tell.

She watched the boy's face morph into a frown the longer he stared at her however. "You're absolutely exhausted." He stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

"It just shows how much effort I put into this job." The blonde replied, sliding down into the chair a bit. It was taking a lot of energy to just sit up straight.

That answer did not appear to impress Akira however. "You do realize there is a phrase called overworking yourself, right?"

His question was met with silence from a slightly annoyed Yomi. She had looked at him and he was only sweating. "I didn't do such a thing. I'm just a little tired, that's all."

Akira did not look convinced. After a few more seconds of staring, he sighed and walked over. Yomi was surprised when Akira slung her arm around his shoulder. Feeling him then stand up straight, she was brought up onto her feet.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Yomi questioned, stumbling slightly at the sudden movement.

Akira stumbled around as well, but mainly due to the change in weight. "Bringing you too a proper surface for you to rest on." He grunted, regaining his balance and began limping out of the room with Yomi in tow.

It was then during the movement that Yomi noticed something. The limping was a combination of two things: exhaustion and the courtesy of keeping her comfortable. The movements were lagging, but he managed to maintain posture and a firm grip so he wouldn't be tugging too hard or little on her arm.

The trip up the flight of stairs to the fourth floor took about a minute or two, but Yomi had to admit that she admired the boy's tenacity. Especially since he was a rich kid.

Shuffling into one of the rooms, Yomi noticed how empty it was despite it containing a queen-sized bed only. Feeling her body weight shift, Yomi was gently let down face first onto the mattress as Akira helped her.

She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief when her entire body was resting on the comfortable surface. Despite her body still feeling heavy and sore, it was a nice feeling or relaxation. The entire room smelled good as well, the indication that it had been freshly cleaned by Akira.

The sound of cracking knuckles then entered her ears.

Snapping her head around, she saw that Akira had a fist curled up while his other hand was pressing into the fingers of the fist. "…" He froze in that position due to Yomi's sudden movement.

"…" Yomi stared back.

"…"

"…"

The awkward, silent exchange between the two of them was passed around until Akira decided to break it.

"Sorry, did I startle you?"

"…Uh, yes." Yomi dryly, giving Akira a weird look (mainly at his hands). "May I ask what in the world you were planning to do?" She stayed wary now. Despite her sore body, she was sure that she could easily defend herself against Akira if he tried to do anything strange to her.

"Give you a massage."

"…Eh?"

Okay, so he was going to do something strange. But before she could conclude to go on the defense, he explained himself.

"Your body is sore and massages usually help with things like that. I learned a thing or two about massages and how they work back in Tokyo. But that was only lecture-wise while I was being given such rubs." He informed the blonde before holding both hands up like a surgeon and rolling his fingers. "So right now, I thought that I'd get some physical practice in… Although in hindsight I really should have asked for your permission before even beginning."

"…A massage?" Yomi asked, not sure if she properly understood Akira's reasoning and trying to make sure that she heard everything properly.

"Pretty much." Akira nodded.

…What did cracking knuckles have to do with massages? Were they a technique done to loosen the fingers for better performance? Maybe a ritual to try rid the fingers of tension therefore it would rid the tension of the body it was rubbing?

Massages were a lot stranger and had a lot more thought put into them than Yomi expected.

Her eyes drifted over toward his hands once again. "…Are you sure that this can help out my soreness?"

Akira nodded once in confirmation.

Keeping her eyes on the boy for a bit longer, she decided to trust her back to him. After all, if he tried anything funny she could easily retaliate. Putting her head down onto the pillows, she watched Akira stretch his fingers one last time before shifting over and putting his knees down on the mattress next to her body. He then reached over and began pressing his hands against her.

Yomi took in a deep breath as the pressure began.

Akira was right in the mind when he decided to give her a massage. She could already feel her body getting lighter. Any fatigue she was feeling was melting away with the amount of force Akira kept pressing onto her.

Although it was strange though. Yomi wondered how Akira was so strong. It felt like her body was being kneaded with iron rods.

"How is the amount of force I'm using, Yomi-san?" Akira asked, working on her lower back.

"…It's perfect." She sighed aloud.

He breathed with relief. "Phew. Didn't thing I'd be able to do that on the first try."

As the rubbing continued, Yomi felt herself drift off into darkness before falling asleep.

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Moaning, Yomi wiped the sleep out of her eyes.

Where… was she?

Ah, that's right. Akira's house.

…Wait, Akira's house…

Pushing herself off of the mattress in a startled manner, Yomi immediately got on her feet. Looking around, she saw that there was nothing and nobody suspicious around. In fact, the only change to the room was that Morgana was at the other side looking startled.

Yomi felt embarrassed with herself. Mainly due to falling asleep inside a stranger's house; unknown territory. Shaking her head, she saw that there was a piece of paper on the ground.

Odd, she remembered the place being clean.

Bending her knees, she picked up the scrap. Taking a bit of a closer look, her name was written down. Opening the paper, she saw that there were more words inside.

"If you are reading this, I'm just letting you know that I went out to buy some groceries. When I come back, I will give you your payment. But if you like, you can stay for dinner when I finish making it." She read aloud the message that had been written down for her.

So that meant that Akira had gone out and left her alone inside of this household.

…He trusted her enough to do such a thing?

Probably not. It was more likely that he didn't consider the possibility of her waking up in time… Scratch that. Him writing that note meant that he had considered her waking up while he was gone.

Speaking of waking up, what time was it?

Reaching into her pocket and grabbing her phone, she blinked when she saw the time. Had she really fallen asleep for only a couple of hours? She felt as if it had been longer.

Still, it felt slightly awkward for her to have napped inside of an employer's house. Yomi made a small note to apologize when Akira came back. Maybe she would have to turn down his dinner invitation as well. He already was doing enough by paying her and letting her rest.

Stretching her body, she walked outside of the room and remembered that she was on the fourth floor. She began to grow slightly curious. What was the fourth floor like? Yomi had only cleaned the third, second, and first floor. Was it basically the same as the rooms she had cleaned?

Deciding to look around, she was correct. Other the bedroom, the fourth floor was basically the same as the third floor. That was when Yomi realized that this building had a lot of work rooms for some reason? Why was that? Was this place originally supposed to be an office of sorts?

This place had so many rooms. Well, the building was pretty big after all.

Making her way downstairs, she reached the second floor and remembered that there was a small library in the house. Walking into the room, she looked up to see the books in a neat order. Although there were some strange titles she did not expect, she didn't take any interest in trying to grab one.

Peeking out of the window, she saw that nobody was nearby which made her wonder how much longer Akira was going to be.

Still wandering around the house, it was only a single moment that she found herself in the dining room and kitchen area.

The one room that linked two places she didn't clean.

Feeling something brush past her leg, she looked down and saw Morgana walking by once again. Yomi looked back up though and saw that she was standing right in front of the bedroom door.

She had to admit, she was curious.

Walking over, she grabbed the knob and hesitated for a bit. Yes, she was curious. But should she really be doing this? She shouldn't… But Akira wasn't here at the moment. There would be no way for him to find out.

…Maybe just for a few seconds.

Pulling the door open, all Yomi did was peek inside.

It was… normal.

For the first time looking inside of a boy's room, Yomi expected a few more things. But inside here was a bed, desk, couch, and table. It was rather plain to her. She at least expected a few more decorations since Akira appeared to be wealthy.

Closing the door, Yomi turned her head towards the outside of the dining room where the basement door was.

Once again, curiosity was an incredible factor that was in Yomi's mind. Walking over, she grabbed the basement door and opened it. Looking down, she saw the staircase that led down. The walls instead of a nice polished look now had crude stone and brick walls.

Stepping forward, the first step she put her weight on creaked which startled her slightly. Peeking around the hallway as if someone was going to show up, she only saw Morgana running back up the stairs towards the second floor.

Shrugging her shoulders at the odd display, Yomi slowly made her way down the stairs and found herself surprised at the sight.

Firearms and weapons.

Pistols. Knives. Slingshots. Curved swords. Bludgeons. Submachine guns. Whips. Assault rifles. Katanas. Revolvers. Tekko. Grenade launchers. Battleaxes. Rifles. Rapiers.

All these weapons were mounted on the walls, being displayed in the open. That wasn't the weird thing about them though. Yomi knew that all the melee weapons were fake… at least at first glance they were. It was just mainly the guns…

All the guns were real… That she could say for sure.

"Well aren't you the curious type…"

Startled, Yomi whipped her head around to see Akira at the top of the staircase with a few bags of groceries in his hand staring at her.

Yomi froze at the boy's gaze, slowly sliding her legs apart. "K-kurusu-san…" She managed to get out before almost spreading her arms out in defence.

Akira stared at her for a few seconds. He then released a sigh. Putting the bags down to the side of the staircase, Akira began climbing down the steps as well. Cautiously, Yomi shuffled away in order to give space towards the boy.

When he reached the end, he kept his eyes on her. His gaze then moved around the room, eyeing each section with sharp eyes as if he was making sure everything was in place. "So…" He began slowly. "What do you think of my collection?"

His question was so nonchalant along with his tone Yomi couldn't help but be taken off-guard. "I'm sorry, I beg your pardon?" She asked.

Akira spread his arms out in a presenting manner. "What do you think of my collection?"

Yomi decided to risk parting her stare from his to look over the room once again. "It's… unique." It then popped into her head. "Wait, your collection? These don't belong to your parents? What are you doing with a bunch of guns?"

Akira shook his head. "Nope, all of these are mine." He answered. "I took up a hobby of collecting them back during my time in Tokyo last year. Besides," He reached up to grab a pistol before handing the gun towards her. "It's actually fake. They just happen to look realistic."

Cautiously, she reached her hand out. Gingerly, she took the weapon from the boy and began looking over it with a critical scan.

He was right, the firearm was fake. Releasing the magazine, Yomi placed it on the table before turning the safety on and looking down the sights. For a fake, it was quite a spectacular piece of work.

From her aiming, she saw how surprised Akira was. "You're familiar with guns?" He asked.

Yomi blinked. "Ah, not really." She shook her head while sliding the magazine back in. "I'm only know a couple of things about them. I just have a friend that really knows her stuff about guns, from how they should be used to cleaning them."

"Really?" Akira was now curious. "She knows about cleaning them?" Yomi nodded, wondering why that was the one thing he was asking. "Would you mind giving me her number or vice versa? I've been wanting to clean these for a while but not only is it time consuming, the days I can do it are limited. I'll also pay for her services as well if she wants."

The blonde blinked at the sudden request. Should she accept it? There… weren't really any downsides to saying yes she could think of at the moment. Yomi nodded her head in response.

Akira nodded back. "That's good to know." A moment of silence passed between them and Akira began to look a bit awkward. "Would it be okay for me to…" He pointed at the pistol that was still in her hands.

"Ah, of course!" She gave back the gun, wondering why Akira looked like that. The boy had been rather straight faced the entire time yet this was what was embarrassing him? It was as if nothing could bother him earlier.

"Well then," He mounted the gun back on the wall. "Would you like to stay for dinner?"

Yomi had completely forgotten about the invitation and was about to respond when her stomach growled.

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Yomi concluded that she would have regretted saying no to his invitation if she knew this was what Akira was serving.

It took her by a bit of surprise that Akira could cook as well. Then again, she now knew that Ikaruga could cook as well so perhaps it shouldn't be too overwhelming.

When Akira had plated curry and rice for her, her first taste of the meal was delightful. From what she saw as well, a majority of these ingredients were simple to use so she could also make this curry for her friends when it would be her turn to cook.

Despite her compliments and her insistence that this was the best curry ever (though it could use some beansprouts), Akira completely shot her down. Apparently, he claimed that title belonged to a café owner all the way in Tokyo who had taught the boy such an art in the first place.

She did find it strange though that Akira was spoon feeding Morgana curry (which he also stated that the feline had no problems with).

After she finished almost half of her meal, she noticed another thing. Despite the size of the table, there was only two of them (three if she counted Morgana). Now that she noticed this, the setting around them almost seemed… empty. Especially since she had been eating with her fellow shinobi for a long time.

Yomi choked on a spoonful of curry when she remembered that she didn't let the other know she would be away. Not only that, but it was also her turn to cook dinner.

"Is everything quite alright, Yomi-san?" Akira asked with some concern on his face while handing over a couple of napkins.

"Ye-yes! I'm fine!" Yomi coughed a few times. "It's just that I remembered that I was supposed to be back home by a certain time and it's coming up soon!"

Akira took out his phone. Looking at the screen, his eyes flickered over towards Yomi before he pocketed the device. "I do suppose it would be best for you to head back home right now. Just please wait a couple of moments though."

Yomi wondered what he wanted as Akira dashed up the stairs. Finishing her plate while watching Morgana lap up the curry sauce (she debated whether cats could eat curry) she heard Akira swiftly march his way back down the stairs with a wad of cash in his hand.

"First of all, your payment." He announced, placing it right next to Yomi's plate before taking it. Akira then began rummaging through his cabinets until he found a couple of very large containers. Scooping a lot of rice into one, he then poured out the curry from the pot into the second one until it was full. "Next, you can take some curry with you. Just make sure to return the containers back to me."

Taken aback by the amount given to her, she was hesitant. "Err… Are you sure you are okay with giving me all of this?" She questioned. "Shouldn't you at least save some for the rest of your parents?"

Akira blinked and turned his head to stare at her. For some reason though, that gaze slightly unnerved her. "Yomi-san… My parents don't live here…"

"O-oh…"

That explained a lot. Why Akira had done the cleaning on his own. Has some knowledge about a couple of strange things which must have taken time to learn. He did the cooking on his own which must have been another nice way to kill time. He seemed almost too independent.

Why she thought the house was feeling empty.

Feeling embarrassed about her question, she decided it was maybe best to leave right now. "Well, thank you for having me and giving me this food." She pocketed the money, not bothering to count it, while taking the containers from Akira's hands.

Akira nodded his head and began to lead her up the stairs. Making their way to the entrance, he opened the door for her. "Good night, Yomi-san." He said his parting words to her. "Be sure to let your friend know about my offer."

"Of course. Good night, Kurusu-san." Yomi slipped past the boy and began walking down the steps towards the sidewalk. But when she was halfway down, something came up into her head. She shouldn't say it… but… "Kurusu-san…"

She turned around to see that Akira was still holding the door open. Was he waiting until she was out of sight before he closed the door?

"Would it be okay for me to come back here and you show me how to make curry as delicious as yours?" Yomi asked, a bit of red flushing on her cheeks in embarrassment. "It's just… I would like to know how to make it very tasty… Perhaps learn how to give massages as well? They could be good as my friends are going through some tough times and need some help physically relaxing…"

Akira blinked with his eyes slightly widening at Yomi's questions. To her surprise, his lips grew a small smile. "As long as you let me know and if I happen to be free." He answered with a chuckle.

Once again, Akira's amusement was infectious as Yomi grew a smile herself. "I'll be in contact with you soon then!" With a confident nod of her head, she began walking back down the steps and across the street where the hideout was as Akira closed the door behind himself.

When walking, Yomi didn't notice of a figure with a dark clothing climbing out of the staircase that led towards the basement from the outside and sneaking away hastily.

There we go! Whew, it was tough trying to figure out how Yomi and Akira would interact as well as try and nail her personality. Honestly… Yomi is one of the characters of the Senran Kagura series I don't hate… but I find her kind of bland at the same time. So I hope I wrote her well enough so far…

No flames please.