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Aug. 2nd, 2009 12:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaThey had been sent out by Yukimura. Alright, they had been sent out by Yanagi, who had been ordered to take care of things by Yukimura. Jackal hated running jobs under Yanagi, he preferred Sanada. With Sanada you could trust that he would do things with as little psychic involvement as possible, Yanagi never seemed to use his powers but always seemed to *know*. Jackal had checked up on the man, as much as you could check up on any of Rikkai's three demons, and he knew Yanagi had never been tested for clairvoyance. Clairvoyants, of course, got put through ha lot of shit. Probably why Yanagi had never allowed anyone to test him.
"Is that him?" Marui asked, bumping up against Jackal. Rikkai had no dress code, but if it had a dress code Marui would have enjoyed violating it. Marui was dressed in a mock uniform, a camouflage shade of green with a collar at the throat, open and unbuttoned to show the yellow undershirt underneath. There was a medal hanging on his right breast, and goggles strapped tightly to his green cap. Marui also wore a pair of orange sunglasses (rendering the goggles moot) and a pair of white cloth gloves. The sleeves of Marui's green suit were rolled up.
Jackal looked over at the blond at the bar. Seconds after Yanagi returned to Rikkai he had tossed pictures of the young man, snapshots from surveillance cameras, and a dossier onto Jackal's desk (Marui's being covered with crap) and told them to bring him in. The man in question was Hiyoshi Wakashi, a psychic lately of Hyotei who seemed to have a lot of high rollers interested in him. Probably because he had been the last in the room with Atobe before Atobe's death.
The kid really should have done something to disguise his face, besides the bruise blooming on one cheek.
"That's him." Jackal slipped his sport coat off and rolled up his sleeves. If the kid had worked for Hyotei he might recognize some Rikkai faces, but Jackal was relatively unknown. He was the type not to be recognized, despite his dark skin and handsome face. People just couldn't seem to remember.
Approach him with caution, he is a highly trained specialist. Yanagi's directions dropped right into the front of his brain.
Jackal watched Marui make a face before patting his shoulder. "I'll handle it, partner."
Marui failed at being cautious.
Jackal took a seat next to Hiyoshi at the bar. The younger man, by one year his file had said, was pressing an icy drink to his cheek, the condensation leaving a ring of wetness on the coaster from when eh set it down. "Looks painful." Jackal said, keeping his shields tight. He couldn't feel Hiyoshi out without Hiyoshi knowing something was up, but Hiyoshi was also keeping his shields tight to himself. If Jackal was right, Hiyoshi also wasn't drinking anything with alcohol. Hyotei's psychics kept a tight leash on their powers because they were emotionally based, and could inflict a great deal on damage if they weren't careful. It was why Atobe's death caused ripples of unease and chaos, Atobe had been emotionally connected to a great deal of people, and they had been connected back.
"I've had worse." Hiyoshi set the drink down on the coaster, and glanced over at Jackal. The kid had good eyes, a rich brown color that hid his emotions almost as well as the fringe of blond hair hid Hiyoshi's eyes.
"Mind if I buy you another one?" Jackal asked, laying his suit coat across his lap. The bar patrons were doing a very good job of ignoring them, either they knew something was up or they didn't.
"Aren't you with the flashy redhead?" Hiyoshi tipped his head over his left shoulder in the vague direction of where Marui was standing against the wall. Damn, it was a good thing the lighting was dim and Marui's eyes were covered.
Jackal glanced over at Marui, like he needed to check and see who Hiyoshi was referring to. Marui was attracting a small crowd of girls. Damn, Jackal wished tonight was a night they could both get laid and then hack off, not deal with some punk who got mixed up in something bigger than himself. "Him? No, he's a friend, not anything more."
Hiyoshi paused, then shrugged. "It's soda water and flavoring."
Jackal smiled slightly. Good, get the kid to open up. He was probably lonely, it did not look like Yamabuki was all too kind to him. "What kind of flavoring?"
Hiyoshi smirked. "Why don't you read my mind, Rikkai?" And then the shields were down and Hiyoshi was blasting fear and panic before he bolted, clearing a neat little path for himself and making the bar patrons clusters after him. Jackal, of course, was off the stool seconds after Hiyoshi, pushing the other customers out of the way, Marui following right behind. Hiyoshi had ducked out the back exit, how the kid had known where the hidden exit was, Jackal wasn't sure.
A frown came loud and clear through his link with Yanagi.
"Don't move." Jackal pulled out his stun gun, then turned, not surprised to see Hiyoshi standing to his right. The kid had dropped his shields once, and Jackal really was just that good. The blond scowled at him, projecting all sorts of emotions. Anger, aggression, a need to escape. Hiyoshi began walking down the hallway he had been standing in, though Jackal was rather sure it was a dead end anyway. "I said don't-"
Hiyoshi's eyes widened, glazed, and then he slumped to the ground, smacking his head against the wall as he went. Jackal sighed.
"Did I get him?" Marui asked, rounding the corner with a lip stick mark smudged on his chin and another button of his top coat undone. Jackal motioned to the limp body and Marui winced. "Aw man, he's gonna be groggy when he wakes up."
Try some delicacy, next time. Yanagi's crisp thoughts cut into their conversation. You are a 'genius' Bunta. And then Yanagi retreated from their minds, trusting that they could at least get the unconscious prisoner back to head quarters without further incident.
"…he's kind of pissy today." Marui popped a piece of gum into his mouth while Jackal tossed Hiyoshi over his shoulder.
"…when is he not pissy?" Jackal asked, knowing full well that this conversation would bite him in the ass. Still. Yanagi and pissy seemed to go hand in hand now-a-days. Things had been so much more relaxed before Atobe's death.
"Is that him?" Marui asked, bumping up against Jackal. Rikkai had no dress code, but if it had a dress code Marui would have enjoyed violating it. Marui was dressed in a mock uniform, a camouflage shade of green with a collar at the throat, open and unbuttoned to show the yellow undershirt underneath. There was a medal hanging on his right breast, and goggles strapped tightly to his green cap. Marui also wore a pair of orange sunglasses (rendering the goggles moot) and a pair of white cloth gloves. The sleeves of Marui's green suit were rolled up.
Jackal looked over at the blond at the bar. Seconds after Yanagi returned to Rikkai he had tossed pictures of the young man, snapshots from surveillance cameras, and a dossier onto Jackal's desk (Marui's being covered with crap) and told them to bring him in. The man in question was Hiyoshi Wakashi, a psychic lately of Hyotei who seemed to have a lot of high rollers interested in him. Probably because he had been the last in the room with Atobe before Atobe's death.
The kid really should have done something to disguise his face, besides the bruise blooming on one cheek.
"That's him." Jackal slipped his sport coat off and rolled up his sleeves. If the kid had worked for Hyotei he might recognize some Rikkai faces, but Jackal was relatively unknown. He was the type not to be recognized, despite his dark skin and handsome face. People just couldn't seem to remember.
Approach him with caution, he is a highly trained specialist. Yanagi's directions dropped right into the front of his brain.
Jackal watched Marui make a face before patting his shoulder. "I'll handle it, partner."
Marui failed at being cautious.
Jackal took a seat next to Hiyoshi at the bar. The younger man, by one year his file had said, was pressing an icy drink to his cheek, the condensation leaving a ring of wetness on the coaster from when eh set it down. "Looks painful." Jackal said, keeping his shields tight. He couldn't feel Hiyoshi out without Hiyoshi knowing something was up, but Hiyoshi was also keeping his shields tight to himself. If Jackal was right, Hiyoshi also wasn't drinking anything with alcohol. Hyotei's psychics kept a tight leash on their powers because they were emotionally based, and could inflict a great deal on damage if they weren't careful. It was why Atobe's death caused ripples of unease and chaos, Atobe had been emotionally connected to a great deal of people, and they had been connected back.
"I've had worse." Hiyoshi set the drink down on the coaster, and glanced over at Jackal. The kid had good eyes, a rich brown color that hid his emotions almost as well as the fringe of blond hair hid Hiyoshi's eyes.
"Mind if I buy you another one?" Jackal asked, laying his suit coat across his lap. The bar patrons were doing a very good job of ignoring them, either they knew something was up or they didn't.
"Aren't you with the flashy redhead?" Hiyoshi tipped his head over his left shoulder in the vague direction of where Marui was standing against the wall. Damn, it was a good thing the lighting was dim and Marui's eyes were covered.
Jackal glanced over at Marui, like he needed to check and see who Hiyoshi was referring to. Marui was attracting a small crowd of girls. Damn, Jackal wished tonight was a night they could both get laid and then hack off, not deal with some punk who got mixed up in something bigger than himself. "Him? No, he's a friend, not anything more."
Hiyoshi paused, then shrugged. "It's soda water and flavoring."
Jackal smiled slightly. Good, get the kid to open up. He was probably lonely, it did not look like Yamabuki was all too kind to him. "What kind of flavoring?"
Hiyoshi smirked. "Why don't you read my mind, Rikkai?" And then the shields were down and Hiyoshi was blasting fear and panic before he bolted, clearing a neat little path for himself and making the bar patrons clusters after him. Jackal, of course, was off the stool seconds after Hiyoshi, pushing the other customers out of the way, Marui following right behind. Hiyoshi had ducked out the back exit, how the kid had known where the hidden exit was, Jackal wasn't sure.
A frown came loud and clear through his link with Yanagi.
"Don't move." Jackal pulled out his stun gun, then turned, not surprised to see Hiyoshi standing to his right. The kid had dropped his shields once, and Jackal really was just that good. The blond scowled at him, projecting all sorts of emotions. Anger, aggression, a need to escape. Hiyoshi began walking down the hallway he had been standing in, though Jackal was rather sure it was a dead end anyway. "I said don't-"
Hiyoshi's eyes widened, glazed, and then he slumped to the ground, smacking his head against the wall as he went. Jackal sighed.
"Did I get him?" Marui asked, rounding the corner with a lip stick mark smudged on his chin and another button of his top coat undone. Jackal motioned to the limp body and Marui winced. "Aw man, he's gonna be groggy when he wakes up."
Try some delicacy, next time. Yanagi's crisp thoughts cut into their conversation. You are a 'genius' Bunta. And then Yanagi retreated from their minds, trusting that they could at least get the unconscious prisoner back to head quarters without further incident.
"…he's kind of pissy today." Marui popped a piece of gum into his mouth while Jackal tossed Hiyoshi over his shoulder.
"…when is he not pissy?" Jackal asked, knowing full well that this conversation would bite him in the ass. Still. Yanagi and pissy seemed to go hand in hand now-a-days. Things had been so much more relaxed before Atobe's death.
