A few days ago, the two went out with that crazy scientist weirdo in search of a specific part. The other guy insisted for they go to this one place that only opens on Sundays or whatever. Reluctant to go, Vulcan dragged Yu along for the ride (although dragging wouldn't be the correct word: he was eager and begging to come with). He didn't want to stick around the old geezer for long. He gives him the willies.
Anyways, as the two were traversing through the town, a postcard was lying on the ground. It was crumbled, stepped on, and seemingly discarded. Normally for trash as plain as that, Vulcan wouldn't have given it a second thought. After all, it's just a postcard. Maybe someone did want to throw it away, and they believed the streets of Tokyo were the place to do it. To his amusement (or surprise), Yu scurried over to pick up the discarded piece of paper.
At first, Vulcan was suggesting Yu to just throw it away once they found the nearest trash can, but Mr. trench coat was all like, 'if we analyze the fingerprints present on this paper, we can find out who it came from! Fingerprints stay on paper for more than 50 years due to the oil secreted from the crevices of the skin,' and then the rest he ended up zoning out. He doesn't particularly dislike him, but he would rather hang out with Mr weird hat and glasses any day of the week than with him. Yu didn't seem to mind the trip.
After the examinations that the two ended up doing to the poor thing, they couldn't pinpoint who it came from. Something about being too damaged from the environment to get actual data samples. Mr. Trench coat was extra determined to find out who it came from, so he even sent parts of the paper to get a DNA exam to check it out. Truly, Mr. Science guy was a pain to deal with. and creepy.
With the case seemingly coming to a close, Yu had been carrying that postcard around with him at all times. He had thought about asking him the significance of the postcard, but he kept swallowing his word each time. This time is no different.
Vulcan wiped his hands on his pants, standing up and drawing his attention away from the machine that he had been working on. He walked on over to where Yu was, after seemingly getting no response. His back was towards Vulcan and sure enough: Yu was glued to the postcard again.
"Yu, you aren't going to find the secret of life there. Just throw that thing away."
Yu turned to huff at him. "but you don't throw away your things!"
"W-well, that's because they aren't made of paper. And they are useful." He squatted down to peer at the letter he has been balancing between his fingers. "Besides, since you found it in the street, that means this person wanted to throw it away, yeah?"
Yu shook his head and thrust the postcard in front of his face. "But look! This postcard comes from a special friend! Look, there's even a smiley face!" True to his words, there was indeed a smiley face.
'Now hold on,' Vulcan thought, 'I actually don't even know what this says...'
"It says something about how the other day she saw Special Fire Force Company 5 take on an inferno and won"
"h-How-?"
"It took me a bit, but-i can read things well." Yu's smug face was all it took for Vulcan to interpret it as 'i can read better than you.' He rolled his eyes at the retort. "-but, you can actually almost see the address."
"Wait, really?" Vulcan's eyes widened.
Yu nodded. "Yup! I got the first part down, b-but I still need time!" He carefully snatched back the postcard that Vulcan had already grown comfortable with.
"Well, good luck to you." Just as Vulcan was going to get himself a snack, he felt a familiar hand latch onto his wrist. He turned his head to glance back at Yu. "Uh, you need something champ?"
"...welll...I..I was hoping if-you could...bringmethere?"
"Huh?" Vulcan raised a curious brow.
"To the place! I don't think I can get there by myself." He looked down bashfully, his embarrassment of having to ask that appropriately making him turn red. Guess he had a little more pride in him than I expected,' thought the engineer. Regardless, for some reason, Yu has a strong attachment to this postcard, and want to return it. For a brief moment, he thought back to his father and grandfather. If he wanted to do something, let's just say, construct a robot that crushes things like the jaws of a hippo. He's certain that his family would've encouraged him to do so. So, he's going to do the same with Yu: albeit it being a little different.
"...Yeah, alright." A hollering cheer was heard from the boy, as he threw himself to tackle Vulcan. The older of the two laughed at his attempt and gave him half a hug back. "Hold your horses: if this turns out to be some creep, then you're totally paying for it."
Yu gulped. "Not with chores...right?"
"My chores for a week."
"Aw cmo-!"
"A week."
A huff, a nod, and a sigh. "Okay, okay." He then quickly adds on. "But if it's not actually a creep, then you owe me!"
"oh?" Vulcan squinted his eyes, grinning down at him. "like what?"
"A soda!"
"deal." The two shake hands.
For the rest of the evening, the two end up working on their separate thing. While Vulcan is building a sort of smoke bomb that will instantly neutralize most infernals, Yu was busy writing and rewriting what the possible addresses could be. In the end, sister Iris had to come by and kindly ask them to go to bed, as it was already past 2 am.
"alright!" Yu yipped. "It should be around this corner!"
"You sure, Yu? We've already been in like, at least 5 different houses." Vulcan sulked as he tipped his cap forward to block out more of the sun from hitting his eyes.
"We've actually visited 4 homes, Vulcan." Viktor chuckled as he peered at him with those dead fish eyes. God, this guy sometimes gives him the willies.
Yu stood on his toes for a bit to gently knock on the door. One, two, and three knocks were given before he took a few steps back from the door. The house wasn't anything particularly interesting. It was plain, old looking, a little run-down. Heck, he's even starting to think that maybe he can help with the renovations. Just as his thoughts of becoming a part-time volunteer were coming to fruition, he heard the creak of the door swing open. Out from the depths of the shadows, came about a-person with purple hair. Who the heck has purple hair?
"u-u-uh, m-m-ay I help you?" the poor person clung to the door like it was their only lifeline. They rattled like a rattlesnake, and Vulcan was worried that his guess of this being a creep was creeping up to be true.
"Hello! My name's Yu-" 'Don't give your name out to strangers, Yu!' "-and I think this belongs to you!" Yu thrust the card with little awareness of the crumbling timid figure in front of the three strangers.
The person blinked at every one of them. They hesitated to grab the piece of paper, but eventually, they did. Vektor immediately squints at the figure and Vulcan wishes he would at least not look like he's about to take the poor kid's lunch money.
"T-thank you...?'' The second the stranger peered down to glance at what exactly has been given to them, their eyes lit up almost immediately. For a fraction of a second, Vulcan swears he saw a different person. It's like, a different universe was opened, and the direct opposite of whoever was in front of him came popping out. "o-oh! Thank you so much! I've been l-looking for this!" They gave Yu a shaky smile, which was good because otherwise Vulcan probably would've been upset.
Yu seemed just as happy to return the postcard. "It was really no issue Crona!" A pregnant pause. "...You are Crona, right?"
"Y-yup." They scratched their cheek just as they gave their postcard another glance.
"so, Yu."
"yep?" He took a sip from the newly freshly bought can of soda.
"What was so important about the postcard? I mean, why didn't you throw it away?"
Yu thought about it for a moment. "...well...if it were me, I would want someone to return my things back to me. Plus, it looked really special. Did you see how Crona was soooo happy when they got it? It really meant a lot to them!"
Vulcan shrugged. "Those cursive words were hard to read though...I bet it came from a girl."
Vektor, as usual, butts into the conversation without any leeway nor any care that no one invited him. "Quite presumptuous of you, my friend. I write cursive all the time. A shame you can't comprehend it." 'I'm going to blow this guy up in smithereens one of these days.'"-but, his particular form of mannerisms were quite odd, no?"
Vulcan chuckles as he eyes the scientist. "...You're one to talk."