-Oxford - Saturday: Part 1-
It was a little after midnight when Kuon re-entered the hotel room. His plan had been to seek the comfort of a woman, he had even gone so far as to assure that Roman and he wouldn't be confused as the same person. Not only had he changed himself to fit one of the roles he had played in the past, but he had put in his Ren Tsuruga contacts. His first thought was to just go natural but the moment he had looked himself in the mirror he had felt his gut twist in such a way that he couldn't go through with it.
Even after having spent hours in the hotel bar, he had found himself lacking. It wasn't as if the women who he had been attracted to weren't in the mood but he couldn't get himself in the mood for them. It was something he had never experienced and it bothered him more than he wanted to admit. He wanted to chalk it up to having drunk too much but he knew that was a lie. He could not come up with a single reason and so his plans for the night had ended there in the bar as he made his way up a couple floors, took out his contacts, replaced them with the blue ones and made his way to the hotel room he was to share with his childhood friend. 'At least we have separate rooms' it still bothered him that Lory had put him in this room in the first place. Yet he understood at the same time, he could be checked in without having to have his name on anything. It worked well this way in all truth.
His eyes trailed towards the room that was Kyoko's wondering if she was even resting at all. From what he had noticed in the last week, Kyoko tended to fall asleep in places that weren't always her room. It made him wonder if there was a reason for it all but as Roman, he couldn't ask her and even as Ren it would be an odd question to ask someone he hardly knew and was only hired by in the first place. Sighing heavily he opened the room that was apparently to be his and found himself completely confused. His eyes widen slightly at the laptops that had been set up in the room on one of the dressers and both side tables, the phone he had noted was on the floor near the bed. The figure hunched over clicking away at the keys seemed to be in a world of his own for just as his eyes looked at the lump that was on one of the beds. It took him a moment to realize that the blankets had been pulled from the other bed and wrapped around the lump.
"Roman huh?" the voice of Daiki reached his ears, there was the same disgust and hate within his voice as he shut the lids to his laptops and rose from his seat. He nodded towards the door behind Kuon and he found himself stepping back and out of the room with Daiki closing the door quietly behind him in the process. Kuon ran a hand through his hair as he could feel Daiki's eyes burning into him. There was no reason to be fearful of the man standing behind him, Daiki was not a fighter but for some reason it Kuon felt a small chill run down his spine. There was a deep sigh that said it all, disappointment and disgust echoing in that one sigh even though he didn't say a word after his so-called name.
His eyes narrowed as he balled his hands into fists. 'Kyoko likely called him...' that was the most logical choice, did he do something that made her unable to trust him? He couldn't think of a single thing he had done as Roman that would make her distrust him. 'What does he, that the Me now doesn't have?' If something happened what would he be able to do? Wasn't that why she wasn't put in Kyo's care? 'Or was it because of her self-appointed mission at the moment that she's not in Kyo's care at the moment?' That still didn't explain why Daiki was here though.
"So has your taste changed?" His accent was heavy even though he spoke Russian and the man was pretty fluent in the language. Not that he was surprised by this knowledge. "No, I'm betting you still like them of slim built, pretty, and alluring. Well, I hope that's out of your system, you don't have time to be bothering with other women right now. You have a job don't you?"
Kuon eyes turned towards him for a moment, he had been taken slightly off guard. The disapproval was laced with something he couldn't put his finger on. Even back when they were close, Daiki had always disapproved of his life choices. He wasn't the only one though, Rick had disapproved as well but the disapproval was stronger in Daiki and he figured it had to do with the fact he had a younger brother who had even as a child looked up to him as some sort of saint until he started to pull away and if he hadn't pulled away would things have changed? "Keiji..."
Daiki's eyes narrowed, "You don't really have any right to ask about my brother, Roman." He sighed heavily shaking his head again the disapproval washed over Kuon, "He has no connection to you, nor is it part of your job is it Roman?"
'So as Roman... I'm only allowed to care about the girl?' He closed his eyes running a hand across his face trying to figure out what he was doing wrong. 'Wait' his eyes looked at Daiki carefully, while as Kuon he could trust him. If his job was to keep the girl out of harms way without drawing attention to his true abilities, then Daiki really shouldn't be in that room with her while she slept right? "The sleeping arrangements." His eyes darting to the door behind Daiki and the smile that played across Daiki's features said he was on track. 'Of course, leave it to someone who's not even in showbiz to point out the error in my acting.' His eyes narrowed as he looked at him.
The smile almost seemed like a grin, Daiki was clearly amused with him at the moment. "I will get you something to wear for the night. You can take her room for now." He turned around making his way towards the door and Kuon had covered the distance in no time, his hand on Daiki's shoulder putting a stop in him entering the bedroom.
"It's not proper for you to be in a room with her while she's sleeping, Daiki." He couldn't hold back the warning in his voice even as Daiki looked at him carefully for a moment before taking his hand and removing it from shoulder.
"I'm afraid you misunderstand something Roman." He said turning back and leaning some on the closed door, "I wouldn't harm my little sister." He tilted his head slightly as he looked at him up and down.
'Little sister?' No that was not likely the case. Keiji might have called her his partner but he was starting to think that it wasn't in the same way. Otherwise, why would they not have brought that up in the first place? 'Maybe Keiji likes her?' That was more than likely he did seem to have an unnatural attachment to her, actually, when he thought about it Daiki seemed to have an unnatural attachment to her as well and he knew for a fact that she was never once brought up when they were together.
"You are a stranger to us and while her Father hired you. She asked me for my aid." He ran a hand through his hair some, "Besides, not the first time she's fallen asleep around me. At least this time she wasn't watching me eat when she did." He muttered the last line to him before turning away and opening the door quietly, a few moments later some clothes were passed to him and the door closed for good this time.
Kuon held the clothes in his hands as he looked down at the 'What does that even mean?' What does she need help with that Daiki was required the man was a gamer, extremely smart but still a gamer. 'Something has changed... maybe even while I was still Kuon that I was never brought into.' It made him question how far he had pushed everything out of his life until it was just Rick that could reach him in the end. Sighing Kuon made his way into the room that had been Kyoko's room and likely Maria's as well before Lory had left.
Daiki groaned it had been a mistake to fall asleep at his makeshift desk. Not that he actually meant to do so but that was also very common for him. He slowly rose to a proper sitting position even as his body protested such an action and felt the blanket fall from his shoulders. His mind wasn't fully awake and it took him a moment to realize someone had placed it on him. Then his head snapped towards his laptops, they were all in a sleep mode, which meant they would all require his password. 'Yet did she see?' His head turned to look at the beds they were made minus this one blanket and Kyoko was not in sight.
Standing he already hated it, his body was yelling at him. 'Well that's cause this isn't my normal desk' he thought as he ran a hand down his lower back trying to ease the soreness that he felt on his spine as he tossed the blanket on the bed that was missing one and left the room. He suspected that Kyoko would be in the so-called living area of the hotel room but he found that she was not there at all. His eyes narrowed before it caught sight of the food that had been laid out. He could tell right away that it was not her cooking but the hotels but that was really abnormal. 'Unless she's gone somewhere' his eyes darted towards the second bedroom and he knocked on it. No one answered so he entered. There was no sign of either Kuon or Kyoko in the room 'Did he take her somewhere?'
There was only one more place he could check in this hotel room and he wasn't liking the idea very much either. He knocked on the bathroom door, "Yeah?" Kuon's voice called back and without a second thought he turned the doorknob, he stepped in and pulled open the shower curtain, Kuon's surprised expression before his eyes narrowed. "Can I help you?" Daiki clenched his jaw before pulling the shower curtain back.
"Damnit all." Daiki felt a headache appearing and was starting to understand why his brother called her troublesome so much. "Sorry." He called out as he opened the door slamming it shut behind him. 'She would leave a note' he made his way back to the bedroom and scanned his so-called desk for two things. His phone and a note from Kyoko there was no note as he sat down in the chair he checked his phone and saw a quick message from her and sighed before opening it.
Thank you for the information and I'm sorry. - Kyoko
He ran a hand through his hair before looking at his desk, he hadn't given her information which meant that she had either gotten the information he had set out for her in paper form or she could have chance seen something on his computer? 'Where would she go?' He said slamming his hands on the desk as the door opened. His eyes turned towards Kuon for a moment before looking away.
"What the hell was that about?" He said drying his hair as he moved towards one of the drawers and pulled out a change of clothes.
"Think about it carefully, Kuon." He spat out, he didn't care at the moment that he called him by his true name as he glared at him. "Where the hell is Kyoko?" He turned away from him not caring that the man seemed confused before leaving the room, clearly to look for himself as if he would lie about such a thing. 'Doesn't matter, I'll find her' That meant using his hacker abilities if he had no choice in the matter. Yet, first, he would check to see who she sent messages too. He pulled out his phone for a moment texting her: Where are you?
Kurt sighed heavily as he looked over the newspaper for the third time. He was looking for any clue any hint. Like so many, he had joined the page for Alice Patterson, in hopes of finding the poor girl who had been kidnapping. There was nothing to be found there either, lots of people saying she must have asked for it, or sending prayers. It all just pissed him off, 'No one asks for this sort of crap.' He sent prayers that she would be found and he would keep an eye out for her but she wasn't the reason he was truly upset.
It was the fact his friend Susan, a runaway at that had never shown up for their Wednesday get together. She has been doing so every Wednesday since they met, they would spend a couple hours together every morning, he'd buy her coffee and get her breakfast of some sort and they would part way at the bagel shop. He would slip some money to her, again tell her to call him if she needed anything at all. She never asked for anything, she always tried to return the money to him, telling him he was doing too much but he had fallen in love with her and he was too scared to say anything. More so because he wasn't sure exactly why she was hiding, all he could do was try to protect her the best way he could. Hotel rooms instead of sleeping on the streets, at least that's what he hoped she was using the money for. Sometimes he wondered, sometimes he feared otherwise but he had to trust her. He never asked her where she was staying and had given her a cheap phone with some prepaid minutes just to make sure she had a way to contact him.
Still that afternoon he had waited and she never came, she never answered the cellphone he had given her either which she had always done prior. Maybe not right away but he always got a callback. He gripped on the paper tighten as he tossed it once again. 'The police don't give a fuck unless it's one of their own.' That's all he could see right now.
Alice Patterson hadn't even been missing that long when the alert had gone out for her. Missing person. Yet when he had gone to address Susan who was missing because he had no more than a picture and the fact she didn't show up for a meeting nor was answering her phone at least when it came to him. They refused to do more. He couldn't even say how old she was so they saw no point in sending out an alert, well that wasn't exactly how it was worded but that had been what had been clear to him from that police officer he had spoken too. 'Yet she looks enough like that Alice Patterson...' and he could not help but see the connection. He had even called the station afterward, talked to the same guy and was told that the two cases weren't connected. So he went searching on his own. She had said that sometimes she got hired to help work tables when bars and clubs were short on staff. They paid under the table and never asked questions.
Then last night he had someone who looked like Alice, like Susan and he wondered... could she be the next target? Even with that large blonde at her side, he didn't seem like the sort of person who would be able to fight at all. No, he looked too weak to protect anyone actually and the longer he spoke to her, the more he was sure that she too was looking for something or someone. He had hoped that he could meet up with her again, to talk to her but she had turned him down. In the end, he wondered if perhaps she was just trying to find someone for her tall friend. 'Almost reminds me of a master and servant' but without a doubt, that servant seemed to care a lot for his master. 'Even if he was a helpless and hopeless sort' he sighed heavily as he looked out the window.
He heard the footsteps coming to his table, he assumed the waitress would be filling his cup again until he heard the chair being pulled out. Kurt paid no attention to them, likely someone needing the chair before he was greeted, "Hello Kurt."