Like a key fit into a lock that twists and turns and opens up the once un-budgeable door, they are connected in a perfectly unique way that changes things together. It's Kiki and Mitsuhide, like a shadow cast around them; they flow together.
Kiki's skilled enough that needing a bodyguard is something that only her nobility calls for, not even her own need of safety. Yet, Mitsuhide after he was hired, became a part of her, like a thread connecting the two of them and drawing them close.
"Someone's here." Kiki says at the same time that she turns towards Mitsuhide and seen his own acknowledgement that there is someone here as well. His eyes are focused, and at the moment, there isn't any humor or cheer between them. Mitsuhide is so often lighthearted, but when the situation calls for it, that falls away and reveals a layer of seriousness that can often be forgotten about or missed prior to that.
His brown eyes are steady and he's as silent as a light post, eyes trained completely on the direction the sound came from, and Kiki follows suit, like a shadow melting into the night. She's calm, partly because she has him here with her, and partly because she knows what to do and how to handle this situation.
Her hand slips to her side and the sheath there, grabbing the sword lightly, ready to remove it if a danger presents itself, and when the man stumbles out of the shadows, he's a little unsteady on his feet, untrained perhaps or a distraction or maybe drunk from trying to alleviate his nerves and make him confident enough to approach him.
Mitsuhide's position is like lightning or fire, quick and steady, but also relaxed. And then they move into the fire, unarm the man who is still trying to get a feel for the quiet night around them, who perhaps was dazed enough to not realize that they had already caught sight of him, heard him before he even became visible to their trained eyes.
And Mitsuhide holds his arms in a steady grip, and his voice is as steady as water and as thick as poison, "Are you working with anyone?" His grip is strong and borderline painful, though that is half an accident.
"N-Not, here." He slurs his words, and it the smell of alcohol on his breath is apparent to Kiki even as she turns away, and her blue eyes scan the surroundings coolly, looking for anyone that might be out of place or a shadow cast in dim lighting or perhaps the sound of a breaking twig meeting the image of a man or woman in pursuit.
"Not here?" Mitsuhide repeats, pushing for more information without letting any concern float in.
"Not here." The man repeats, looking like he's coming just a bit out of his drunk stupor, and a little pressure on his arms gets his voice leaving quickly like steam, "I was hired, the money was too good to pass up, and I was promised fame and a title if I succeeded, but he's not here, he doesn't want to get his hands dirty. Please, forgive me? I'm drunk and new and I don't want to die." His eyes are beginning to water.
As Kiki looks around his answer appears to be the truth; there are no others nearby.
"We're taking you in for a day of questioning, if anyone else shows up, you're not being left off easy." Mitsuhide says, grip steady on the once assailant, who is now shaking like a leaf.
And Kiki lets the last of the potential threat stress melt away as she regroups with Mitsuhide, and they lead the man back into the estate, aware that he likely was being honest, and that they aren't going to let him simply regroup and increase the odds of another upcoming attack.
It's better this way, threat dealt with, and the possibility of a new day hanging on the still too early horizon.