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"Ah! That's a wrap!" Akira happily called out. Placing a "closed" sign on his taiyaki stand, the young psycho-driver gave a huge smile. He made enough pocket change for the day and well. Rubbing his hands together Akira pulled out a pair of shades from the inside of his coat.

Walking away from his stand and placing his hands in his pants pockets, the young bruiser walked over to his motorcycle. Well, it use to belong to his friend, Matsu.

"Time I head to the city. Haven't been in Neo Kyoto's big part since forever!" He would exclaim in proud manner. Placing the shades on his forehead, he climbed on the motorcycle and revved it up. Pulling down his sunglasses, he rode off. Away from the park and tearing down the road, heading to the city.

Well, riding like a mad man and cutting through traffic. Sure, many people in their cars and trucks would be forced to stop, along with honking their horns and angrily yelling many colourful words. Did Akira care? Nope. He didn't give two shits whatsoever. This was pure amusement to him. After all. He was a delinquent.

He soon arrived in the city, still tearing down the roads and angering more and more people. He really didn't care. This brought back so many memories. The ones where he and Matsu would ride down city roads, highways and even countrysides. He soon came to a stop when he hopped off his motorcycle. Parking it near an alley, the young male kept on his shaes and hid a small yawn.

"Seems good, eh? Could go get somethin' t'eat or maybe browse a few places?"

He seemed to ponder to himself on what he could do. So much opportunities. So little time.

Masaru was scanning around the city with his purple tank top, red headband, long tan pants, and his black boots. He somehow was looking for more fighting against his opponents as he sighed deeply. "Seems I've been beating up so many wrestlers, no matter how many of them, I'll become the strongest of all." He said in a normal tone while he clenches his fists with a soft smile.

He carried his white bag in which was tied by a long red rope with some of his stuffs in it. Without any hesitation, he saw Akira walking on the other side of the sidewalk as he let out a smile onto his face. "Hey Akira, remember me?" He said out loud to him while he began to remember that he once teamed up against him against the almighty powerful demon named Odio. Masaru began to walk towards the psychic bruiser as he noticed that he has shades on.

Dark would be leaning against a wall across the street from the one known as Akira. The young Other had, once again, lost his Host. Who knew a thirteen year old would be so hard to keep up with? Sighing, Dark looked up, searching the place with his eyes, stealing every little detail to himself. At least, he had hoped he'd gotten every detail, otherwise he could've missed his Host or even the Doc.
Oh well.

Akira never worn sunglasses before. He only did after Matsu's death. Maybe it was a way to remember his best friend. His hands were deep in his pants pockets as he gave a long, yet tired sigh. Sure, it wasn't late, but he was rather tired. Or was it boredom settling in? Seemed like boredom. However, giving out another yawn, he heard a voice. A rather familiar one.

"Mm?"

Pulling off his sunglasses, he gave a rather small smile.

"Masaru! Yo!" He called out. "Yo!"

Dark looked up at the two boys, nearly mistaking one of them for his Host. Damn, it's as almost everyone in this town are the same... Sighing, the Other crossed the road to the other side, in hopes he could snag something to eat, probably to drink too.
Wouldn't hurt to consume some human food once in a while, right? Host does seem tah love that stuff...

He let out a soft smirk as he looked at Akira. "How is life going for you my friend?" He said in a normal tone as he began to put his hands on his back head with a soft grin onto his face. Noticing another man as well, the wrestler arched an eyebrow as saw a man looking at them.

"It's farin' well." HE said. "Kinda well."

He rubbed the top of his hand before slipping on his leather glove on his right hand. He muttered a bit as he rubbed the side of his cheek. Placing his hands in his pants pockets, Akira felt like he could of sworn someone was around. Maybe it was his imagination.

"What brings ya here in Neo Kyoto, Massy?"

"Eh, just chilling." He said in a cool tone as he smiled. Masaru puts his hands on his pocket as he let out a soft smirk onto his face while he looked at him. The wrestler was glad to meet his old friend as he began to remember the good times that he had against Odio with him. With a normal expression on his face. "At least I took out some bad guys along the way, cause I'm strong as a bear."

"Hey, you two, know where a guy can go get a bite tah eat?" The man asked, looking straight at the brusier and wrestler. Yeah, and how about a small boy with white-hair as well?[i/]

"I am not so sure, there is a fast food restaurant somewhere around town, try to explore around." He said in a calm tone as he let out a soft smile. "I'm sure you will find lots of things, or you can ask Akira." He said as he pointed to him. "He makes Taiyaki and a boss at it." Masaru said in a calm tone.

The psychic placed a hand on the side of his cheek as he gave a rather large, ear to ear smile. He seemed rather happy, very happy. It wasn't often he had friendly visitors, aside from his friends who visited him from time to time. Turning to face Dark, the scarred teen gave a huge smile.

"Not only that, yo." He started to say in arather proud tone. "I can make a mean bento lunch, tempura n' even yakitori!"

"Oh? Geez... You're making me even more hungry just listening to yah..." The man chuckled, "alright, how much yah charging?" Dark then quickly scanned the area around him once more. Nothing interesting was really happening, sadly.
Why was this town seemingly so boring..?

He gave a light shrug as he rubbed the top of his hand. Sure, this town may not have muchto offer. Not since the events of Crusaders have died out. Hiding a yawn, he gave a nod.


"Hundred Yen for a Taiyaki! Five hundred for a dish!"

"Ah, I see. So two dishes are a Thousand yen, yeah? If so, I'll take it." The man grinned. He would've gone and got five, but he really didn't want to spend too much on just food he'd consume in less than an hour. He sure was hungry, though...

Masaru watched them as he began to do a few push ups on the ground. He wanted to get even stronger and better than anyone else since he career of attempting to be the world's strongest. Without further ado, he switched to his pull ups next as he began to do maybe 300 or 400 pull ups.

Placing his hands behind his back, the psychiccer gave a yawn. Watching Masaru from the corner of his eye, he gave a light laugh.

"So, Dark, Ya want that, eh? I'll get workin' on it."