Kyoko ran through the alleyways of Tokyo, turning her head to look for a familiar sign, a common landmark, or preferably a tall, black haired, menacing man. Tokyo tower wasn't even lit anymore, which showed how late into the night it had gotten. Her feet cried in her steel toe boots, her exposed flesh had broken into goosebumps, and she was worse off than when she had left the hotel.

Kyoko knew Tokyo like the back of her hand. When she worked three jobs supporting good-for-nothing Sho, and even as a LoveMe member, she was constantly out on the street. She would regularly work the delivery girl shift at the Darumaya, and weave her way at top speeds to serve food hot. As a member of LoveMe, she sometimes was sent out to pick up and drop off different things for LME members on set. Food, materials, sheet music, she delivered it all.

All that was done during the light of day, where there were crowds of people on the sidewalk to ask.

Her phone, money, ID, and anything remotely important lay within the top floor of their suite. She would have gone back to get them, had she known anything about the street geography of Tokyo, late at night. Kyoko hadn't even realized how ill-prepared she was to go Cain hunting, until a police officer had asked for her ID.

Clueless on how to get back to the hotel, she had asked patrolman for directions to the Shangri-La. The officer gazed at her bare midriff, dyed hair, and multiple piercings with distain. He had asked her why she was looking for the five star resort hotel, and didn't believe her to be staying in the hotel. Asking for proof, she reached for her card key and found her pockets empty.

He had then asked for her ID, and when the punk looking girl said she didn't have it with her, he grabbed her arm.

"Underage girls shouldn't be out so late at night. I'll bring you in so we can call your parents."

Suddenly, it was like a lead weight fell on the patrolman. He stumbled, and tried to shrug his shoulders at the sudden burden. A gust of strong wind swept away his hat, and he tried to grab for it with both hands. As soon as her wrist was free, Kyoko took off running.

"Hey you! Wait!" He went to turn around to follow her, but his legs got tangled up and he tripped. He began to squirm on the floor, like a worm on hot cement. Unbeknown to him, a gathering of spirits wrapped up his feet, arms, and mouth. A dark sound rung through air like mist, speaking. "You shouldn't do anything to our mistress..." "You mustn't cause trouble..." As he trembled in fear, she took off into the night.

Kyoko sat at a street bench, looking down at the dark cement. Even as she rested, she continued to search for her senpai. Ghost antennas were in full force, scanning the area for any exponentially cruel auras.

The sound of twenty or so motorcycles roared around the street corner. Shouts and engines broke the silent night. Most of its members weren't wearing helmets, or shirts, or both. The leader bald head shined, as he caught the lone female figure sitting in the moonlight. He made a motion, pointing to her for his bikers to follow. As a herd, they parked in front the bench.

"Hey good-looking!" The leader raked his eyes from her long legs, to her tiny naked waist, to her cleavage. His teammates wolf whistled and jeered in the background. "Looking for a place to crash for the night?"

Slowly getting to her feet, she swept the hair out of her narrowed, cat-like eyes. Leaning back, Natsu smiled towards the biker and sauntered to him. Catching his chin, she lifted his line of sight to her face.

"Take me for a drink in the seediest, dirtiest bar in Tokyo."

She swung her leg over the back of the bike, and slipped her arms around the bikers midsection. She could smell the stench of beer, sweat, and oil, but she didn't complain. If anyone would know how to get to backwater seedy places of this city, these men would. Kyoko held onto his jacket as the motorbike's engine roared to life, and took off.

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That's right Kyoko-chan. Just go ahead to some seedy dirty place with 20 delinquent bikers in the middle of the night, half-dressed. What could go wrong? You couldn't even handle the Beagle!

I use to date a guy who lived in Tokyo, and he use to use Tokyo tower to navigate the streets. He was out really late once (I think he said past 3am) and found out that they actually turn the tower off. (I guess to conserve energy.) He wandered around lost until there was enough light to see the tower again. I'm not sure if they still do that, but I thought it'd be cute to reference.

I love when reviewers go "How will she find him?" or "What could he be doing?" I just want to reply and go, "Well you see sweetie, this is how I planned it out." But then again, if I do that, that would ruin the surprise. Plus, I'm sure you prefer to just read it rather than for me to simply write out my mental outline.