Note: I'm using American currency because... I can. I'm not good with converting money, and besides, are there even Wal Marts in Japan? I have no idea.
Ayame and Shigure darted down an aisle, eyes peeled for potential mayhem. They found themselves near the kid's department by coincidence. Already, children of all ages were busily ripping new action figures out of boxes and pulling bicycles off of high racks.
"Can they do that?" Shigure nodded towards a particular adolescent who jumped onto a bike and rode off towards the other end of the store. "Don't they have any parents or anything? They're going to have to pay for that..." That may have been the most civilized thing Shigure had said all night. Ayame pondered quietly and nodded, agreeing with the other before they continued down the aisles.
Luckily, no vandalism had been done to the electronics department, and no one cared enough about the automotive department to get anything from there. The crafts department was occupied by a large group of old ladies who intermingled with one another as if it were a Sunday afternoon after church had dismissed.
A small, odd group of teenaged girls also slinked through the rows of rolled fabric and sewing supplies. Shigure's exceptional hearing picked up something about "cosplay" and overly expensive and crappy material. That was enough to convince him. He'd heard about that lot before. Best to keep away from them for now.
"Ahhh! My own territory!" Ayame sighed and gave a triumphant giggle as he began to saunter over to the group of girls in order to give them tips on where they should buy fabric. Like, say, at his store?
"No, Aya! They're... /dangerous/." Shigure clung desperately to his companion's sleeve, obviously fearing for both of their well being.
Ayame put his hands on his hips skeptically, wondering if Shigure was subliminally insulting the world of costuming, as that was his /profession, and eyed the other man closely. "Well, since they seem to be frightening you, I'll go quietly. This time." He laughed obliviously and continued on with Shigure.
The two continued past more sections of the large department store, stopping only to glance at the groups of people here and there that huddled together talking. Funny, how the same types of people always managed to find each other in the middle of large groups like this.
Aya almost made one attempt to mingle with a group huddled around the shampoo and hair care products, but the mission at hand kept him on task.
The couple ultimately found themselves near the women's dressing rooms, for lack of any superior place to settle down except for the toy department. Ayame scoffed at the rows of clothing that made up the small sector of the building. He was far higher class than these clothes could provide for.
Shigure in the mean time surveyed their current position. It wouldn't do at all. It just wasn't.../right/.
"Aya..." he started offhandedly, glancing behind him where the faint sound of children could be heard on the other end of the structure.
"Hm?" Ayame shuffled through a rack of tacky shirts nearby, throwing a couple over his should before looking at Shigure.
"How about we go kick some adolescent butt!" He lifted a fist into the air above his head in a triumphant gesture, giving it a good wave through the space it occupied.
Ayame's eyes widened slightly at the suggestion of going back to that child-infested place. His lips curled into a devious smile and he too raised his hand in the demented salute to the havoc weighing the air down around them.
Meanwhile, still idling near the front doors, Hatori sensed something was about to go terribly, terribly awry. The doctor attempted to block the sick feeling in his gut out, but it just would not go away. He ruffled his coat against his chest, shifting in his spot on the ground. As soon as those doors opened, he would be the first one out of that store; there was no doubt about that fact. But... there was still that small nuisance of having brought Ayame and Shigure here in the first place. He couldn't just leave them there. They were his friends after all, as much as he sometimes wished he could have denied it.
"I am still not responsible." Hatori gave a deep sigh and pulled himself to his feet. Brushing off his clothing out of habit, he sighed once more and set off to find his two companions, whatever trouble they might be causing.
A quick glance to his watch told him that it was nearing 9:00 at night. Though, still not as late as Hatori had hoped. The later it was, the closer his freedom would be.
The doctor spotted an unimportant young man standing very near to him, looking quite stressed himself. His whole image screamed quiet angst; therefore Hatori was attracted to the boy without actually knowing it. The kind of attraction one has when they find another of their kind among a crowd. That kind of magnetic thing that had made the cosplay girls find each other in the fabric department.
The boy said nothing. Hatori was the one to speak first, for a nice change of pace.
"I'll give you 20 dollars if you'll come get me the second there is a way out of this place. I don't care how." He pulled the bill out of his wallet and offered it to the teen. The boy looked up at him from where he sat, gauging the man's trustworthiness and took the money, stuffing it into his own pocket.
The inwardly tormented boy nodded and stood up, ready to find Hatori the instant and escape route was made known. "My name is Louis."
Hatori raised an eyebrow, having not asked the boy's name, and nodded. "Hatori. Let me know of an exit before midnight and I'll double what I just gave you." He really wasn't in the mood to stay at /Wal Mart/ all night.
Louis, who was now not unimportant, nodded meekly and paced off gracefully in search of any ways out of the large cement building in which 300 other people dwelt.
The doctor sighed with a little relief that he would be the first to know if he could get out of this forsaken building, and started off on his rescue slash capture mission.