Well, this is the first part of the first case at SPR, it was going to end up way to long if I put it all together into one file. I spologise if Naru or Lin seem out of character, but this is my first time trying to write them. Mai will have a very different personality, which I'll explain at the end of the chapter for anyone who doesn't quite understand from the actual text.
So I don't own Ghost Hunt or Vampire Knight (Whose charecters don't really make an appearance in this chapter.) and hope you enjoy. Reviews are always apreciated.
Case 1 - A Highschool Haunting Part 1 - Enter SPR
Kiryuu Imia's eyes fluttered open as the faint light of dawn brushed past the curtains of her bedroom. The now fifteen year old brushed back the covers with a heavy sigh, her figure flashing with a faint blood red glow as her feet contacted the cold wooden floor. Silver locks of hair darkened to brown as lilac eyes became the colour of melted chocolate, her features softening from the distinctive sharpness of a Kiryuu to something more like the gentle face of her friend, Hina Rei.
A single tear escaped her eye as the teenager crossed the room to the bathroom, shedding her nightdress as she passed the door; she caught a glimpse of the tattoo on her lower back as she passed the mirror. The tattoo, the emblem of the Hunter's Association, was the only thing that she couldn't hide with the use of her Psychometry, probably dew to the nature of what it did. Quickly shaking her head, Imia showered quickly and avoided looking in the mirror for the rest of the time it took her to leave the bathroom, dressed in her school uniform for that days' classes.
Still towelling her hair dry, Imia walked over to her book bag to insure that she had everything that she needed, including a bottle of Aspirin, knowing from experience that she'd need them by the time the day was over. Glancing briefly at her watch and taking a deep breathe, the girl dropped the towel she had been using into the laundry basket and threw her bag over her shoulder and left her bedroom after a long look at the two photos on her nightstand. They were both of a group of people, though each photo depicted different groups. One was of five people, each with varying shades of silver hair and purple or blue eyes. A young girl of no more than eleven stood at the front with a large smile on her young face, her hair was the lightest of the group, appearing almost white with how the light hit it, her eyes were also lighter than the rest, a pale lilac. Behind the girl stood a pair of identical twins of roughly thirteen, while their hair and eyes were the same shades of silver/grey and violet, there were subtle differences between the two boys, ones hair was longer, its tips brushing at his shoulders, his skin having a fainter tan and his face still more childlike. Standing at the back were a man and a woman, the mans hair was short, barely covering his ears, and his eyes were a pale blue with only a hint of purple around the edge of the iris, were hidden behind a pair of reading glasses, the woman's light grey hair was short, barely long enough to brush the back of her neck, with eyes that glittered like Amethysts in the lighting of the living room where the photo had been taken. The second photo was of six people, each bundled in thick jackets and scarves, more than one of them was wearing gloves. The same girl from the other photo stood at the fore again, though she appeared to be a year or so older than she had been in the other. Beside the girl stood a set of twins, of thirteen or fourteen, one on each side of her, the female twin stood on her left, long dark blue hair tied into a high ponytail as copper eyes sparkled with mischief, her twins hair and eyes were barely a shade lighter where he stood on the younger girls right, an arm wrapped lightly around her shoulders. Just behind the silver haired girl stood a boy of no more than thirteen with brilliant amber eyes and hair that was almost bronze in the faint light of a dying sun. On the boys right was tall teen of approximately sixteen with blond hair and green eyes, his face was impassive despite the pile of mushed-up snow that had fallen on his head from a tree not long before the photo was taken. The final member of the group stood on the opposite side of the young teen to the impassive blond, her midnight black hair brushing lightly at slightly hunched shoulders, her crimson eyes held a soft expression despite the serious lines of her face.
Tearing her eyes from the photos Imia hurried out of her room and the front door of the apartment with only a granola bar for breakfast, she'd barley remembered to grab her coat on her way out the door. Acute hearing and her recently recovered empathy told her that her friends were moving behind her in an attempt to surprise her, a mischievous smile crawled onto Imia's face as she ducked around the next corner to wait for her friends to make their way past so that she could turn the tables on them.
The two teenage girls hurried around the corner only a minute or so after their friend and so were very surprised when they couldn't see said friend anywhere. The cold breathe on the back of their necks startled them almost as much as the whispered 'boo'. With identical squeals the two teenagers jumped at least a foot in the air, twisting to see a grinning teenaged girl with shoulder length dark brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes.
"Mai!" They both groaned, causing their friend to laugh and move past them, grabbing an arm of each of them.
Tanayama Mai was the alias that Imia had taken when she went into hiding, she'd set up an entire past history for herself to use, keeping it as close to her own past as was possible. "Oh, don't be spoil sports, we all know that you were planning on doing the same to me." She stated, still smiling her mischievous smile, which neither of her friends missed.
Glancing nervously at each other they both gulped. "What are you planning, Mai?" Nanahime asked, her dark eyes showing apprehension, despite the relative calmness of her voice.
The disguised teen giggled and gestured with her chin at the school as it came into view, from the angle that the three friends where approaching from they could see a black van pulling up in front of the old building. Under silent agreement the friends hurried towards the school to find out what was going on.
Even as far from the van as they were, Imia could sense the pain and loss that was radiating from the van and its occupants. Whoever was in that van had obviously lost someone very important to them, she'd felt the emotions so often before, both in herself and those around her, that she was almost numb to the emotions themselves, that didn't stop her from recognising them and there sources.
An image, one unfamiliar to the girl, appeared in Imia's mind for a moment and she knew by instinct that the black haired teenager was the reason for the pain and loss that was emanating from the van. The impression of the memory from which the image had come told the young psychic all that she needed to know, and she forced the memories that weren't her own from her mind for later contemplation. After all she had other things to worry about, like the people in the van and what they were doing at her school, and then eight hours of classes and ghost stories after that.
Letting her arms unhook from her friends Imia reached into her book bag and drew out the bottle of Aspirin, shaking two of the pills out into her hand and swallowing them dry, she'd grown so used to them over the years that she didn't need water to wash them down anymore. By the time the bottle of tablets was returned to her book bag she and her friends found themselves standing beside the van as two men stepped out of it, one of maybe sixteen with blue eyes that were dark with grief, the other was in his early to mid twenties with his hair covering one of his grey eyes. The two had been conversing in English but stopped when they saw the trio of teenage girls standing on the sidewalk.
As neither of the men seemed to be starting any conversation, and both Nanahime and Kyoko were to busy staring at the two, who Imia admitted where handsome in a detached sort of way, it seemed to fall to the young Kiryuu to start whatever conversation was going to take place. "Hi, I'm Tanayama Mai and these are my friends, Hiragana Kyoko and Hikari Nanahime. Do you mind me asking what you're doing here?"
The younger of the men made a thoughtful sound, as though deciding what to tell them. "My name is Shibuya Kazuya, and this Lin Koujo." Shibuya, and Imia knew that wasn't the teens real name, she herself was using an alias and knew from the way it was said that it was a name not quite foreign to the boy but also not one that he had used enough to grow comfortable with using in regards to himself, gestured vaguely at the taller man, who barely inclined his head and remained silent as he walked around to the back of the van. "Why do you ask why we're here? It can't be that unusual for people to come here, after all, it's a school."
Imia rolled her eyes in exasperation at the condescending tone the boy had used, nothing failed to irritate her more than people thinking that they could talk down to her, no matter how much older and supposedly wiser they were. "Yes, this is a high school, and while you appear to be about high school age, if that was why you and your friend are here you would have parked further up." This was said with a finger pointing at the main school building and a blank face. "This is the old school building, nobody comes here anymore, the building isn't structurally sound and there have been a number of deaths and injuries on site. That's why they stopped the demolition project."
Two gaping black haired men greeted the end of her explanation and her friends simply shook their heads, having grown used to her random explanations of even randomer subjects. This was more-or-less normal for the teenagers, they were starting to think that there was nothing that could surprise them, other than Imia in a vengeful mood.
Quickly closing his mouth Kazuya cleared his throat and examined the three girls. From the lack of reaction from Tanayama's friends he imagined that this was relatively normal for them. It would appear that Tanayama was something of an anomaly, and if there was one thing the psychic researcher found more interesting than the paranormal, it was a puzzle of a person. From the back of the van Lin sighed heavily, knowing that his ward liked little more than someone that confused him, especially when said someone didn't seem to care for the boys appearance.
"You seem to know a lot about the building, Tanayama-san." Shibuya stated.
Imia smirked faintly, a devilish glint in her eye that made her friends fear for the handsome boy's safety. They after all knew of her reputation to take on any of the members of the school's kendo team barehanded. "Is there a question in there somewhere, Shibuya-san?"
Azure eyes narrowed in annoyance at the question. "And what if there was?"
"You're in for a long day, now kindly stop avoiding my original question. What are you doing here?" Imia stated, loosing the small smirk that had formed on her lips to reform into a very serious expression, the breeze that brushed past them, ruffling at their hair and clothes went almost entirely ignored, asides from Imia brushing a lock of her hair behind her ear when it was blown into her face, in the process revealing the ruby drop earrings that were hooked through her earlobes. Surprisingly neither Shibuya or Lin commented on the obviously expensive jewellery, Kyoko and Nanahime already knew all about them and the story that went along with them, and both sighed silently at the fact that, unless either of them did something to seriously piss their friend off, chances were that they would both make it to the end of the day with nothing worse than a bruised ego.
The tall Chinese man muttered to his companion in English, not realising that Imia could understand and even speak English at the same level as a native. "Just tell them, Noll. It's obvious that they aren't going to just let it drop."
Chocolate coloured eyes narrowed dangerously as their owner shifted into what her friends knew was a stance that she'd used to demolish the entire kendo team, at once. These two men where treading on very thin ice, and there were cracks surrounding them in every direction. "It's considered polite to speak in a language that those around you can understand, Lin-san." Imia said, her voice like ice, twisting the honorific to make it clear that she didn't like or respect the one who carried it.
Apparently the tall man was smart enough to realise that the teenager, while appearing to be harmless, was about to become very dangerous if something wasn't done to calm her done, fast. "My apologies, Tanayama-san. I often forget that this is Japan."
"In that case, I suggest remembering the fact in the future. Now I believe Shibuya-san was about to answer my question." A highly irate teenage psychic all but hissed.
Shibuya, listening both to his companion and the less-than-subtle warning in the girls' voice, explained why they were at this particular high school at this time.
Kyoko watched her volatile friend carefully from the corner of her eye as Shibuya explained the situation. Her friend was slowly relaxing out of her stance, her shoulder muscles loosening as her knees straightened so that Mai once again stood at her not inconsiderate full height, which while still less than either of the men, was still enough to be relatively intimidating to the two men. Not that height was much of a factor in a fight when Mai was involved, the kendo team could easily attest to that, providing they weren't all to scared to talk about it. Kyoko had seen her friend take down giants of no less than eight feet on no fewer than three occasions, and Nanahime had seen such an occurrence on three separate occasions. Mai herself was barely four feet in sneakers.
Letting a silent sigh of relief escape her, Imia nodded to the two men in thanks before departing for the school with barely a polite 'goodbye'. While still wary of the two men, she now knew that they were unlikely to attempt to harm the students of the school. She could only hope that they wouldn't look too closely at her or her past; there were far too many secrets that they simply could not know.
Kyoko watched as her friend walked off towards the main school building, Mai had a habit of turning up early to everything, classes, club meetings, even her summer job at one of the local cafés. They'd often joke that Mai was going to be early to her own funeral, the girl in question had just sat there and laughed along with the rest of their class at the comment.
Realising that she and Nanahime were now alone with two handsome men she blushed slightly. Mai was the one who was always able to hold a conversation with the most handsome men without even batting an eyelash, though she never explained how, and it made every girl at school envious of the young brunette. Sharing a brief glance with Nanahime, Kyoko and her friend made a quick excuse of before school activities and hurried along the sidewalk after their friend, who had already turned onto the long path to the front doors.
A mass of relieved groans filled the History classroom as the bell for lunch sounded, Imia couldn't help chuckling at her classmate's obvious relief at the end of History. With a deep, rattling buzz, the intercom came to life, relaying a series of names that were being called to a number of locations. Frowning faintly as Tanayama Mai was called to the front office; Imia shared a glance with Mitashi Hiro, one of her friends from the kendo club.
"Can you let Kyoko and Hime know that I'll meet them outside the gym after classes Hiro-kun?" She asked.
Her friend blushed slightly as he almost always did at the mention of Kyoko, but nodded in agreement as they both collected their books and hurried out of the room, Imia in the direction of the office, and Hiro towards the cafeteria. The young Kiryuu simply collected a granola bar from her bag, having a feeling that she wasn't going to be getting to the cafeteria for lunch today, she also took the opportunity to down another Aspirin, the pounding on her temples was getting worse again, and likely wouldn't ease until long after she had returned to her apartment.
Greeting some of her friends as they past in the halls it took Imia barely five minutes to reach the main office. She nodded faintly to Shibuya and Lin as she past them on her way to the receptionist, who greeted her warmly and told her to go through to the Principles office. Eyebrows creasing in confusion, the teenager thanked the receptionist and hurried through the door that she knew from past experiences led to the Principle's office. Catching sight of the three men sitting in the office already, Imia silently prayed to whatever deity that cared to listen that this meeting didn't take all day or kill her.
The Principle, Sato Higori, a man in his late thirties, sat behind his desk with her Language teacher, Hiroshi-sensei, who was in his early forties and taught first and second year English and Japanese grammar, had made himself comfortable in an armchair in the corner of the room. The last man, Imia knew only through reputation, Tanaka Shigure, the head of a large publishing company, his daughter, Kitani, was a year Imia's senior, and a good friend of the young psychic who always turned up at the little club that she and her friends had set up for ghost stories and their like. Taking a deep breathe, Imia cleared her throat to gain the attention of the three men.
Turning towards the door, Hiroshi smiled at the young teenager who stood, waiting politely to be acknowledged by he and his companions. "Ah, Tanayama-san. Come, take a seat and make yourself comfortable."
The girl smiled faintly and made her way over to an empty chair near Hiroshi, nodding as she was introduced to the publisher even before she reached her seat. The old teacher had to admire his favourite student's composure, most other's would have been squealing or unsettled by the presence of someone of Tanaka's fame, but not Tanayama Mai, she just took it all in stride and accepted the fact that he was there without any fanfare. She truly was something else, something special.
Outwardly calm, Imia found herself panicking slightly inside, she could imagine why she'd been called to the office now, and it didn't require her to use Psychometry, though she did, simply to check. Something in one of her assignments had caught the eyes of Tanaka.
The meeting progressed quickly enough, though the bell did sound to signal the end of the lunch period, and arrangements' were made for her piece of work to be expanded on and published. She would turn the short story that she'd submitted for a class assignment into a full, chaptered story, to be published under a second alias, Modoki Enma. Imia knew this would mean even less sleep than she was getting now, and likely less time to be out with her friends, but she knew that if she could set up a good enough schedule for herself she would manage to continue to get good grades and have a social life while getting an acceptable number of hours sleep and completing her little project before the deadline of July 1st, without killing herself.
As Tanaka left the office with a contented smile and confidant gait, the young Kiryuu turned to her teacher and principle, raising an eyebrow in question, the eyebrow quickly dropped as Shibuya and Lin entered the office, she could see where this was going.
Twenty minutes of negotiations and a disgruntled teenage boss and Chinese man who looked ready to strangle someone later, and Imia was set to shadowing the Psychic Research team. Why do I feel as though I'm going to become Shibuya's personal assistant by the end of the week? Imia thought to herself as she eased herself out of the seat that she'd been sitting in for the better part of the last hour and a half. Her temporary boss had stormed out of the room in quite a temper barely a minute before, Lin, looking twice as angry and muttering derogatory words under his breathe in Chinese, had left soon after with barely a curt nod at the man who had hired both of the researcher's.
Throwing a polite bow at Sato-sensei and Hiroshi-sensei, Imia hurried out of the office with a glance at her watch, cursing quietly as she noticed she had five minutes until the end of the period, not enough time to gleam anything useful from the science lab, so she simply made her way over to the art building at a leisurely pace, enjoying the view of the grounds as she walked past the windows.
The rest of the school day passed uneventfully, as Imia's last lessons that day were different to those of her friends. "Kyoko! Hime!" The young teen called in greeting as she neared the gym doors after classes. Both friends turned and waved in return before pushing open the gym doors so as to prevent their friend from simply tearing right through them. Smiling gratefully at them both, Imia didn't have the time to even thank them, the teen hurried into the girls' locker room to change out of her uniform and into the white kendo gear that she had been outfitted with at the begging of the year when she began attending the meetings of the kendo club.
Kyoko shook her head fondly as her friend hurried into the locker room with barely a smile and a wave, she knew that the girl was always in a hurry but this was getting utterly ridiculous. There was a gentle crunching sound, which Kyoko had come to associate with shoes contacting with the grass that was outside the gym, and the two teens turned to see both the black haired men from that morning, and Mitashi Hiro making their ways over to the gym. Poor Hiro was attempting to hold a conversation with the black haired teenage boss of Shibuya Psychic Research, but the older teen just kept ignoring the brunette and the older man was as silent as the grave. Taking pity on her classmate and friend she waved, catching the attention of both teens. Hiro's face darkened a shade, causing Nanahime to giggle beside her, as he hurried over gratefully, the other two following slowly.
"Mai's just gone in, Hiro-kun; if you hurry she might actually go easy on you." The boy nodded and thanked them both before hurrying into the gym and off to the boys' locker room to change. Turning her attention back to Shibuya and his assistant with an inward sigh, Kyoko did her best not to turn scarlet. "Can we help you with something, Shibuya-san?"
The boy raised an elegant eyebrow before he answered the question. "We're looking for Tanayama. As I recall you two were with her when we met this morning."
Sighing heavily, Kyoko nodded as she and her friend gestured the two men to follow them into the gym, which had been steadily filling with students and even a few of the teachers and even a girl in a kimono, and a blonde haired boy who was sitting beside the principle looking around curiously. "We were. Mai, well she has a meeting with the kendo club in private and a public practise directly after that, that's what all of these people are here for, the practise of a high school team that has left professionals' gaping hours later. No joke."
Taking their regular seats near the front of the stands, neither girl was surprised to see two extra spaces near them for the two men. It was common knowledge that anyone who came in with the friends of Tanayama Mai was big news in one circle or the other and would, without question, get the best seats in the building. Friends of Tanayama Mai would always get the same seats, right at the front of the stands.
The sound of quiet talking died instantly as the kendo team walked out onto the main gym floor, lead by the white clad figure of Mai. Walking behind the young girl were the rest of the regular team clad in black, and bringing up the rear were the irregular team members clad in grey. There was a sharp intake of breathe from the entire audience as three more figures walked onto the floor wearing dark blue protective gear.
A gentle nudge of Shibuya's elbow brought Nanahime's eyes to him for a brief moment. "The one in white is Mai, the group in black behind her is the team and the ones in grey behind them are the irregular members who fill in for members of the team when they can't fight." Swallowing heavily she continued her explanation in a small voice. "The three in dark blue are professional kendo practitioners who are here to either challenge the team or more likely Mai herself."
Kazuya hummed quietly at the information and returned his gaze to the gym floor where the figure in white, Tanayama from what the girls friend had said, was now standing opposite the three figures in dark blue, a shinai in each of her hands while the three professionals spoke amongst themselves before one of them stepped forward, taking a single shinai from the stand. The two bowed to each other before tapping their shinai against each others and taking relaxed stances. At the referees call they both began circling their opponent, Tanayama was blocking the occasional strike from her opponent but had yet to launch her own attack yet. "Is this normal?" He questioned quietly, almost afraid to break whatever spell had been placed over the crowed. Both of Tanayama's friends nodded as the fight continued on below them, the combatants still circling each other.
Tanayama's footing changed then and she moved forward swishing both of her shinai in synchronisation, moving one into a defensive position and the other moving to attack her blue clad opponent. The crowed scarcely dared to breathe as the match truly began. Strikes were exchanged at lightning paces and the footwork was just as fast, if not faster. They both appeared almost to be dancing as they moved around each other, strikes being exchanged every step of the way, neither had yet hit their opponent, simply meeting shinai to shinai. But something in the air told Kazuya, and the rest of the crowed if their complete stillness was anything to go by, that it was going to change any moment now.
Kyoko stilled at the moment of silence that filled the gym, she knew what this silence meant, she'd seen her friend in enough kendo matches over the three years that she'd known her to be able to just feel Mai's intentions form the faint emotion she could feel rolling off of the brunette, it had grown easier over the last few months. To the teenager the intentions of her friend were terrifying, what she was about to do was dangerous, even for the best of kendo fighters. If Mai was off in her calculations by even the faintest point, her opponent could be seriously injured, it was why such a movement was often reserved for the highest ranked kendoka, which Mai was not, though not because she lacked the skills, it was because she was young, and deemed to be lacking experience. Hiro had told both she and Nanahime that when the captain of one of the local kendo teams had said such to the girl, she'd excused herself from the meeting, when she was found five minutes later by Kuroshi, who had been kept late after class, she had been laughing, her head in her hands, and tears rolling uncontrollably down her face. She had had surges of uncontrollable giggles all the next week.
Exchanging significant glances with Nanahime, Kyoko leant forward in her seat, her hands gripping the railing that separated the stands from the floor. Shibuya had his mouth open to ask something, but Kyoko shushed him. "What you're about to see is something you are unlikely to see again in a school match." The black haired boy closed his mouth then and returned his full attention to the match as Kyoko whispered to herself, "I hope you know what you're doing, Mai-chan."
The faint twitch of Mai's foot was all the warning that was given before she once more moved to attack her opponent, right shinai and then left. She continued to strike at her opponent for almost a full minute before she launched a slash with her right shinai. Her opponent noticed too late that the shinai in the girls' left hand was positioned perfectly for a thrust.
Tanayama gently pushed the shinai in her left hand forward to connect lightly with the throat of her opponent, who was too shocked to move, like most of the other people in the gym. The referee, standing off to the side as he had been, was gaping faintly that a high school student, a fifteen year old girl, had defeated a professional kendoka with such a dangerous move.
Clearing his throat, he raised the flag corresponding to the girl into the air. "Match Tanayama!" He announced, breaking the spell of silence that had enveloped the room. Cheers and applause filled the air, even Shibuya and Lin clapping along with the crowd.
The white clad teen barely acknowledged the cheers; instead throwing the shinai in her left hand towards where her instincts told her Kuroshi was standing in the group of black clad students. Without turning she knew that the boy had caught the weapon and was making his way onto the field, the two remaining professionals took a shinai each and walked out to meet them, the older, more experienced kendoka positioning himself opposite to Imia, while the other stood before Kuroshi. Imia smiled behind the wire mesh of her mask, they wouldn't know what hit them.
Walking out of the gym with the majority of the kendo team, Imia felt herself relaxing more and more. Her life hadn't been easy, but she had known it wouldn't be from the instant that she was first conscious of her own being. She remembered what her mother had told her after she'd seen her first Level E, 'A good Hunter wants to protect the innocent, but a great Hunter must experience harsh times and choose to protect the piece and lives, Human, Hunter and Vampire.'. It had been decided along time ago that she would protect everyone that she could, but it was only a few years ago that Imia had chosen to protect the peace.
A franticly waving Kyoko caught Imia's attention, and after nodding at Kyoko to show that she'd seen her and would join her shortly, Imia hurriedly said her goodbyes to the kendo team and walked calmly over to her friend, knowing that it would irritate the black haired boy standing beside her. Anything that could irritate Shibuya the Jerk was good in her books.
Forcing a smile onto her face Imia greeted her friend happily, totally ignoring the Psychic Researcher. "Kyoko! Hi. Where's Hime? I thought you two wanted to grill me about what the principal wanted with me at lunch?" Her voice was curious, just as it almost always was when she asked a question.
Her friend giggled and rolled her eyes, pointing at the watch that Imia held in her hand, having yet to return it to her wrist. Glancing at the time on the watch, chocolate coloured eyes widened slightly in understanding. "She said that she can grill you tomorrow. Anyway, Shibuya-san wanted to talk to you."
With a roll of her eyes Imia muttered quietly to herself, "Sure he did." Before sighing in exhaustion and turning towards the man in question. "Sorry, I didn't see you there; you wanted me for something, Shibuya?"
A black eyebrow twitched in irritation but he answered none the less. "Yes, since you're going to be assisting me on this case you can make yourself useful and help get the equipment set up tonight."
"Sure thing, Shibuya. Is everything in your van still? I'll catch up with you and Hime tomorrow, before afternoon classes, OK?" The last was directed at Kyoko, who nodded. Shibuya simply hummed in response and led the girl towards the van where Lin was waiting, box in hand.
Heaving a heavy sigh and resigning herself to her fate, Imia took a box from the van, paying no attention to the weight, and followed the tall Chinese man into the building, placing the box where he indicated before returning to gather the next one. It wasn't so bad, Imia decided, as she placed the last box with the rest of them, sure the work was silent, but it was a relaxing sort of silent. The shelves and monitors were the first thing up, Lin left to set up some cameras in the areas reporting the most activity, while Imia was sent to take temperatures.
Returning to the base area, the teenaged girl handed over the temperature recordings of each area she had been sent to too her temporary boss. Shibuya hummed over the temperatures for a moment before dismissing Imia for the night, the girl found herself thanking every deity that listened for that.
"I expect you here at five tomorrow morning." Shibuya called after her, and she pivoted to level a rather impressive glare on the black haired teen, catching the faint twitching of Lin's lips out of the corner of her eye as she turned to continue her way home, making certain to let her bag connect with Lin's arm as she passed, she had at least half her books for school in there, so it weighed a far amount.
"I'm home." She whispered to her empty apartment as she opened the door, slipping the key back into her skirts pocket. Placing her bag on the table she walked into the kitchen and started her dinner before heading for a quick shower.
When she returned to the kitchen, the rice was almost finished and the vegetables where ready, the pork strips only needing a few more minutes before they, too, were ready. So she waited patiently for the food to be finished before taking what she would eat that night out to the table so she could look over what she needed to put into her schedule if she expected to get everything done and keep her grade averages, all while working for Shibuya around classes.
It was almost midnight before she had finished drawing up a schedule and completed the homework that she needed for classes tomorrow, so her dishes were left for the morning as she collected her books back into her bag and entered her bedroom, collapsing under the covers as soon as she was near enough to the bed to do so. Her dreams that night were anything but pleasant.
Yep, Tanyama Mai is Kiryuu Imia. Unless she's beging observed/adressed by another character, I'll be usein Imia in the text. Kyoko and Nanahime won't be making big apearances in the upcoming chapters, but they will appear again, as will the kendo team.
So until nexxt chapter, this is Anonymous Hijink, have a good day, and leave a review!