Felix wasn't quite sure his address was correct. She changed addresses a lot. Warehouses, backstreets, shacks, mansions, even a castle once. She was always on the run from someone or other. This time, it was a small shop on a narrow alley way in Tokyo. It was her second time in Japan, on his count.
Kazu was strangely worried. He didn't even know him, but the raven-haired boy already felt a need to keep track and guard Gin. It wasn't love or attraction, just a strange magnetism. The boy had stared him down, completely unafraid of him. Him, of all people. His innocent naivety and apparent weakness would normally have disgusted Kazu, but his openness and welcoming was, even if Kazu wouldn't admit it, refreshing. So here he was, stalking the boy and his companion. What was happening to him?
Felix knocked on the small wooden door. While they waited, Gin assessed his situation, something his wonderful-and fake- father taught him to do when he was young. His location: dirty, shady, and scary. His personal hygiene: Dirty His mental state: exhausted and completely lost. His overall score: total disaster. Not bad for a kid who in the last 24 hours just found out his entire family was made up of mafia, was forced into forming his own mafia and had to sit through a 5-hour train ride.
The door creaked open and a high-pitched, childish voice invited them in. "Take off your shoes!" it said. Gin laughed inside. Who did she think they were, Americans? Why wouldn't they take off their shoes? They passed through a small room filled with useless junk. A large pink umbrella, a strange foot-sculpture and a giant chibi picture of an angry boy with a scrawl across his left sleeve. They walked into the shabby living room, which consisted of a small white mat, a sofa and a rocking chair that faced the wall. Felix smirked. "Losing your fashionable touch, eh?" he laughed. The rocking chair turned and a shocking woman glared at them. She had a shock of pink hair that fanned out under her head and giant sunglasses. She was not fat or skinny, nor was she short or tall. She was exactly inbetween. She wore an explosive rainbow-colored dress that resembled a giant potato-sack. Her hat was made of straw and covered with tanuki stickers and she had in one hand a giant chocolate-chip cookie. She upturned her nose in a dignified manner. "This is merely a small pitstop. Customs officers and airport security are such a hassle." she moaned. She suddenly noticed Gin. "Why hello dear!" she beamed. She whirled and flung a large butcher's knife at him. "Arrggh!" Gin screamed and ducked and the knife missed."You have good reflexes. Must be genetic! You're actually decent boss material! She giggled.
Gin was stunned. Felix hadn't even flinched and the woman acted like people threw knives at friends all the time. Mafioso were insane. Felix glared at her. "Princess, do you have it?" PRINCESS? THE WOMAN"S NAME WAS PRINCESS? Princess giggled. "Felix. Always so eager to leave. Yes, it's in the box in the front room. The jeweled one behind the signed picture from Oda." Gin stared confusedly at the two of them. Felix turned on his heel and strode into the fron toom. Gin glanced one more time at Princess then followed Felix out.
Felix grabbed the box and wrenched it open. He breathed a sigh of relief. Princess had a reputation for never leaving favors unpaid. He grabbed the box and literally dragged Gin out.
Kazu breathed a sigh of relief as well when the two men exited the dangerous-looking building. They seemed to be heading for the train station. This would prove troublesome, but he had a bit of money...
As Kazu lept off, Princess watched from the window. She saw dear Felix give Gin his number. Reading lips was so easy nowadays, with everyone speaking in such exaggerated fashions. She saw the dark-haired boy follow them. She saw the man in the dark business suit watching the dark-haired one and she saw the brown-haired boy reading the book across the street at the station and she knew they would all come together somehow. It wasn't magic, it was noticing things. And she noticed. That's how she survived.
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