Hiten yawned as the sun began to set. Its bright rays beamed in his scarlet eyes. There had been no sign of the others for what seemed like hours. Abi walked alongside him in complete silence, not sure what to really look for. Nobody else seemed to be here, Hiten was sure to keep his eye out for that, too. She pulled at his braid and pointed to the side, causing him to twitch but since she had been the one to discover the foursome down the street, he didn't protest too much. He gestured her to lead the way, more because he didn't trust her behind him than anything. She glared before doing so, approaching the similar man with the braid.

"What do you mean you lost them?" Bankotsu glared at the man in drag, who shrugged casually and looked at his nails. Abi cocked her head, still not being noticed by either.

"Look, I was kind enough to look for you; a think a 'thank you, Jakotsu' would suffice, but noo, not when it comes to primadonna you." He rolled his eyes and Bankotsu growled. Hiten cleared his throat and they both looked over, Jakotsu with a sly grin.

"Miss me, Handsome?" He purred and Hiten kept his glare on Bankotsu, as though forewarning him about what could happen if his 'brother' kept it up. Bankotsu sighed and glanced at Abi.

"And who's this?" He winked and Hiten gagged before entering the building behind the two. It looked like a rundown hotel or apartment type thing. The others left him to explore, staying where they were.

"I'm Bankotsu…this is Jakotsu…" Bankotsu introduced, holding his arm out to Jakotsu.

"Do not introduce me to some slag you just want to bed." Jakotsu huffed and Abi glared. Bankotsu nudged him in the arm and Abi shook her head, going inside to find someplace to sleep for the night. It'd been a few days since she'd had a full night's sleep.

"…can't believe you lost them…" Bankotsu muttered and Bankotsu groaned.

"Lost who?" Ryura grinned as he approached with his arms around Yura. Bankotsu let out a sigh in relief, though he didn't know why. It wasn't like he knew these people personally or anything. He noticed Yura wasn't so frantic anymore, she was actually giggly. Drunk. His eyes darted over to Ryura who still stood smugly, only now he waved the bottles of liquor in front of him. He knew it was probably a bad idea, but it seemed to be calling out to him. Maybe things could be sorted out a little, what linked them all here, over a couple of drinks.

Kagura crossed her arms as the sun barely peeked over the horizon. It was late, almost dark, and there would be a breeze tonight. Hell, there was a breeze now, she was fucking cold. Of course she knew that idiot was following her, so she lost him, but now she was lost, too. She had an idea on who put them here, maybe, but it seemed too irrational. She was looking for someone to blame when it was probably a complete stranger.

"A twisted stranger…" She muttered and glanced around. Not only was it cold, it was getting dark. Kagura wasn't necessarily scared of the dark, but something about these unfamiliar surroundings irked her. She waited for something, anything, to jump out at her. Then she heard that obnoxious voice, of course it was Bankotsu. She shielded her eyes with her hand, like there was really that much light, and tried to grasp where the sound was coming from. She couldn't see them, so she walked toward it.

Hiten smiled as he spotted a bed in the middle of the room. He was thrilled to see it; he didn't even realize the grin he was baring. He turned around and threw himself on it, sighing and closing his eyes. It felt good on his back, his aching muscles. It eased some of the tension, maybe now he'd be less irritable. He doubted it.

"What are you hiding from everyone for?" He tensed and sat up at the sound of her voice, Abi's. As quick as his mind was set to ease, he was alert again. She sat beside him at the end of the bed, but continued to focus her eyes elsewhere. He scoffed and lay back down, folding his hands behind his head. He closed his eyes only to slit one open, keep an eye on her. "You really isolate yourself."

"I don't care about them." He explained dryly and she nodded, playing with something on her lap. After a few moments, he grabbed her arm and yanked it, so she faced him. He could feel every muscle under her skin tense up, only to reveal she was playing with the end of her skirt. He shook his head and rolled on his side, hoping she'd take the hint and leave.

"What's your name?" She asked, crawling over a little so she sat up on the mattress. He shrugged and she sighed. "Well-" His hand clapped tight over her thin lips.

"If you're going to stay here with me you're going to shut up. I don't want them following your voice and it's generally annoying." He held his hand over her mouth a short while, staring into her eyes until he believed she understood enough to leave or shut her mouth. He let go and lay back down. She was timid; he concluded that without a weapon she barely had a voice. Casting a glance over to her he saw an indentation on her ring finger; married? She caught him looking and covered her left hand with her right. He rolled back over, he didn't really care anyway.

Kagura cautiously shut the door behind her, hearing a light click, before proceeding. It was set up like a lounge, maybe a lobby. She heard the voices from another room and rolled her eyes before going there. It wasn't yells or fight, for the first time in what seemed like forever, Kagura heard friendly conversation. They must be playing a trick; they saw her approaching and decided to fuck with her. The truth about this place would come up and they'd…her thoughts stopped when she found them, chairs pulled up around a table; it was a café. They were all looking at her.

"Yo…" She blinked and Bankotsu pulled up a chair beside him and patted it. She scrunched her nose, he reminded her of an eager little puppy. Jakotsu, who sat at his other side, scoffed but smirked when she went to the other side of the table, sitting between Yura and Ryura. She didn't care for them, either, but at least she didn't hate them.

"What brings you here?" Ryura winked and wrapped his arm around her shoulder; she wasted no time shrugging it off.

"Don't touch me." She glared and took a swig of whoever's drink was in front of her. It was all she could smell, they were eager to get shit-faced, too.

"Ok, I'll start. Hi, I'm Jakotsu. I'm 24 years young, as fabulous as ever, and I hate every single broad here. I'm from the city, never really went to school, and was a receptionist, now I'm a part-time stylist. I'm looking for the man of my dreams…where'd the other guy here go?" He looked around and everyone around here groaned. "Whatever, you all suck anyway."

"Alright…I'm Kagura; 22. I used to live with my brothers and sister…but they all hated me. Except Kanna, she was always quiet. I think she was neutral if anything…" Kagura paused for a moment, why was she saying all this again? Did she have to really clarify herself to these people, or did she just want to talk about part of her life and not be ignored? She never had anyone she could really depend upon before, and from the looks of it she'd be here a while. "I don't have a real job, either." She ended it with a sip from her glass and could tell they waited for her to continue; she didn't.

"My names Bankotsu…I just got out of the army about a year ago…they pulled me out for trauma." He frowned and avoided the gazes above him. "I don't even like the fucking army, their standards are so unbearable. I watched five of my best friends get blown to pieces on an old mine field. What did I get in return? Put in the hospital for over a month." He scoffed mockingly; there was silence. "My dad wanted me to do it, he went through war, but he didn't really like me. My other brothers are a doctor and a psychologist, they make good money and I wasn't, figured I'd give him something to like me for."

"My name's Ryura, I'm 24. I don't see a reason to tell you my sob stories like these babies, or anything about myself. I'll be brief I guess, I don't like any of you; I don't even like my family. Soon I plan to be out of here, and never see your faces again." He shrugged. They glanced to Yura, who was with Ryura in drinking ahead of them.

"I'm Yura, I'm 21. I…didn't really finish school. I'm a hairdresser now. I live by myself and…yeah." She stopped short, tracing the rim of her glass with her index finger.