Teen Titans New Gen Presents- Tokyo Knights

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Chapter 31: Here is a Lighthouse for Us

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The houses had lights on inside, they looked warmer than her room as she kept running. A staggering ache in her back and throat cried out as Iyori jumped out of the way of some vagrant, psychological mass that was after her energy. Her father's puppeteer was very gifted. Why had Saturday let her go? He must have believed her too weak to fight back. If any, she had to be weak. She'd cut her hair, thrown on boy's clothes and looked as horrid as a runaway from some soap on TV that she'd never get to watch.

Her father was going to sacrifice her life. Take, train, and ruin all she had salvaged since her mother had died protecting her own child. Reizo had only shown up to shadow her, to do everything that Kohaku wanted while her perfect title was useless. The only friend she had was gone, and she felt it as a brand in her chest.

Staggering to the station, she looked to see the shadow dancing in her clear sight. She gasped, letting go as she kept running. The staff that night was too dazed as she took her chance and jumped. The man at the booth seeing as the spirit flew after. Iyori side stepped and got to the lower platform underground, where she found an exit to the surface and again, it started.

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All around Tokyo, she fought to escape it. Her eyes dimmed as the longing essence if darkness embraced and rated its fingers all over her body. She was cursed, the cure was to –

The first person she saw physically was someone who didn't know her face that well. Sun – woo; the young detective's assisting arm who could not see them, the dark things after their priceless sacrifice…

With one bump, her body felt like the weight was gone. The shadow shifted, turned off as Hisao rounded the corner to catch up.

It made sense as she saw the aura they both carried. One repelled, the other channeled and redirected energies through a great ability. Hisao was no ordinary officer.

"Ha, there you a –

She bolted, thinking it safe until Sun Woo reached back out. "Wait!"

Her eyes grew nervous as she shifted to get him to let go. "Shonen –

The girl blinked.

He thought….

She could play on this, act like she wasn't at all the same. Save herself, wear a mask. She took a breath, thinking of Kaede's drawl and her rough tongue, mastering it to perfection as the swift kick to the shins actually did some damage.

"What?? Hey!"

The boy, or Iyori – now Ichiro, stuck out his tongue and ran off, hoping the shadow was gone for now.

The swift feet of Hisao however caught up. The boy looking back, hands to their sides as Hisao heard behind him Sun Woo, panting. "Wait…a second…agh…too late to run like this!" He complained Hisao didn't bother to say a thing back. "Kid, you are out here alone after dark. Where are you from? We are police officers, so don't worry." Hisao pulled out his badge, Sun Woo doing the same while catching his breath.

"If you come quietly, I can help call your parents –

"They'd kill me if I ever told them anything. Literally, my dad wants me to die next week."

The words tumbler out. "He's a cult leader, and I got out. I don't know where the place was, but…you gotta get me to someone who knows how to stop him. But…"

Ichiro held their shoulder as it stung.

Fooled it, good.

"Kid, sorry. My name is Detective Fukuyama, this is Detective Hashirou. We are from the Tokyo division here in Shinjuku and this, you can trust me when I tell you; no one is going to hurt you, we won't let you go back to an unsafe environment."

Ichiro bit back a chuckle before Laughing, due to stress, due to being betrayed. Due to losing their only friends. ( Noted, the rest will be clear about why They/them/their is used.) "You think you can help me? I know what happened, and you don't. By the time they put him away…" Ichiro then felt the angst ebb. The haunting flow of emotion tumbled in as Sun Woo pushed Hisao aside. "There, there ." He offered his coat while Ichiro looked much younger in their height and mass under a goodies and hat. "I know, are you hungry?"

Hisao grumbled as Sun Woo ignored his boorish partner's protocols. "If you want to eat anything, let me pay. We can talk over meal and then we'll take you down to the station to wait –

"A…actually." Swallowed Ichiro with a dry rasp, "I have somebody I can call, if it's ok…"

One number, and by damn had she decided against it…

One, only one.

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"Grayson? How do you know them?" Hisao was skeptical, too busy eyeing Ichiro as he refused to dive into the parfait in front if them while being studied.

"From a former classmate group. I remember, she was super pretty but a real snob. She hung out sometimes with this other girl. She had two other younger girls hanging around her."

"You, had a crush on this girl then?" Hinted Sun Woo as this was becoming….very interesting. Odd, but whatever it could be. Hisao dig out his cell and showed the number to the boy who had just taken their first bite of a very sweet after supper meal.

"The family restaurant was a great idea, yet how can we say you don't know more about this girl? Is she your age or older?"

"She's from America, bit she looks more like she's lived here, speaks well." Ichiro only congratulated Ami for that, minus being so upbeat all the darn time. Shoving in another bite, Ichiro bit back brain freeze without waiting.

"Oy, you're going to get –

Ichiro pounded their hand to the table, a great ache not coming from the frost as the room started to distort. Ichiro listened, and heard the shadow saw it before they were called back to the physical plane.

"ICHI!"

Sun Woo cried out as Ichiro tried to realign themselves, Hisao noticing too easily as he started to speak, "You are very prone to episodes like that, does it happen because of the cult? What did they practice? How long –

"A while, but I didn't want them to take advantage of me. My mom is gone, my brother is…" Ichiro stopped. "I'm hungry. May I finish this first, please?"

"Before it melts, Hisao – san." Sun Woo nodded, the frown on his partner's face was enough before the cop ordered a new pot of coffee for them both.

"It's fine. Don't rush. You'll get another mini migraine."

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Ichiro in the story was a boy raised by a corrupted priest that ran a cult following and had his children on a pyre should they cross him. Ichiro said they could see or sense evil, and that it was due to their mother that the gift existed. They said at a time, they had gone to school, but it was brief before being taken back to the sect to unlearn everything the school was one that Ami had transferred out of in Osaka, when she'd left her regular classes to become a medium and miko in the art of dispelling demon's and the like under true believers.

He even told the cops that she had been very close with two other teens, one that acted super tough and another that acted much younger and clung to Ami. He said as the last bite went down, that Ami had left after they'd been pulled out of that school, and later, the straw had been broken. Ichiro ran away upon hearing their father's plans.

It was perfect. It was similar TO Iyori, yet the mask was there. Glued on as long as the story stuck.

"You….were through so much!" Gasped Sun Woo as they hugged the boy, the spoon clattering as the shadow in the corner vanished, Hisao looking up from his cup to see the small change in vision as well.

"So, you can see dark spirits."

"Yeah, I have the gift. Like my okaa- san." Ichiro answered, hugged out as Sun Woo let go and cleared his throat to add, "Well! We will see to your case personally, won't we?" He turned to Hisao; the cup placed to its saucer as Hisao didn't really have a choice. "We can find out more about that sect's plans. For now, come down to the station and we can make your call –

The phone started to buzz, and at the same time so did their units.

"OH!"

"Kabukicho." Hisao sniffed. "We have a disturbance, a big one."

"Should I go back without you?" Sun Woo suggested as he put the credit on his line, the card taken as the staff arrived to do so. "Ichiro must need to sleep and feel protected. I'll go down to the station for us both."

"I have to go, it's actually…" Hisao sighed and up the phone went. "It's the other boss we tend to run into without asking."

Kazuya's fox lipped face appeared in the caller I.D. "I'm needed, and he needs you."

They nodded to each other, completely in sync as Ichiro did think it best. Sun Woo could repell demon's and youkai and had no ability whatsoever to say the least.

"I…. I'll go. Wjth him, you can go wherever, right"

"Actually, I'm going to the heart of it. Heard a big mess was from someone with a lot of speed. A gust." Hisao imitated a puff as Ichiro wrinkled their forehead. "Sure, officer. Got it. Won't get in the way."

"Here, here!" Sun Woo cheerily responded. "Then, we'll be off!"

The shop door jingled as a bell hung in place, the last to leave being Hisao as he let the phone slip back into his pocket. The next to enter moments later, being Kazuya. "Already addressed. The magi has it covered for now."

The silver haired fox smiled down into a cold pot of coffee as the place stayed 24 – 7. Hisao looked out the window before meeting Kazuya's smug stare.

"What will you do about your little runaway?" He asked. "Tell Grayson, or I could intervene?"

"Ami is on her own. Iyori –

"You really are dense, Onmyo – former kun."

Hisao lifted his nose to the fox again, eyes narrowing at a much leaning rate, "You know something about the boy, the one we just met with."

"Hmm, maybe." Kazuya shrugged, still smiling, grinning from ear to ear. "I can see through most lies, even in this projected form. If you want to speak to every bit of myself, wait until my assignment is completed. Oh, and you should see to the magi." The fox scratched his cheek and stood up, seeming casual about the topic now. "He has a lot of leashes to hold, demon after demon tame in our place, and the danger is far worse than sooner. Be vigilant, Officer Hisao – chan."

Hisao blinked as the face no longer was there. A projected vision, great. Right through the phone.

Sighing, he downed his worries and headed fir the street, the jungle of stray ghosts at his heels while they were treated as the crowds at this late a time.

Just there, only if they pushed could he push back.

Kazuya or Inari – dono, had located Hisao by his energy, his ability to see him. This was due to 1 Grandfather, the spirit medium in his family of an Onmyodo faith passed down which Hisao had never allowed to die for good reason. Tokyo was rife with negative things that went through their share of limbo numbers. His job was to stop crimes with Sun Woo as an avid shield against dark magic.

Sun Woo was magically…inept, while Hisao had enough to used wards and the like, kid magic. He could not summon, nor could he goad a God. His fate with Inari was due to a long vow with the shrine of the solar lady, the queen in her slumber. Since that time, Hisao had noticed that his senses were more attune than ever, October growing nearer and the veil thin as rice paper.

In that rite, Inari was stuck to him like Michigan paste until the worst was over. Until the queen was home.

Ami, could be that queen.

Hisao looked the other way, his eyes peering down the street at a big cloud as he ran towards it. A pure shot of magic in the air and a flying beast in all white alerted the cop, that was until he pulled back to bump right into a dog. A black dog, as big as a wolf, as it coaxed Hisao to follow.

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Eiji. Gotta be, and….next chapter!