Iori stepped out of the taxi, passing the driver his fair for the ride; he watched the car pull away from the curb and disappear around a corner. The city seemed alive with people, Iori passed a group of teenagers drunk from their early night's binge, laughing, staggering, falling over each other, and singing out of key. He smiled; he was like that once, now alcohol was only a short-term solution, no longer a thing that induced happiness. He stopped outside of a bar, it's flickering light creating psychedelic effects in his hair, and he swung open the doors. At once he is struck with the heavy smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol. "Sake", he said to the pretty girl behind the bar, she nodded, reaching down for the bottle, providing him with a perfect view of her ample breasts. He threw some yen on the counter, picked up his drink, and sat in the booth he always occupied when he was in South Town. He lit a cigarette, breathing in the smoke slowly, watching the grey wisps twist in the air.
"Should I attack Kyo in his own home?" he whispered to himself, taking a gulp from the beverage. Yes…He wouldn't be expecting thatHe smiled, the voice was right, Kyo would expect an attack in the street, not in his own home, where he thinks he's safe. "But what about that bitch, Yuki?" Kill her too…The more the merrier!The voice laughed, he joined it, until he realised people were watching him. Go…Now!He nodded, gulping the remainder of his drink, he quickly made an exit.
