Sekigahara Clan

A tall, Irish fellow wandered through the streets of Tokyo rather near to the Haneda airport. One would easily mistake him for a normal tourist except for the fact that he was wearing a full suit and tie as well as the fact that he had bandages running across almost all of his body and, for those who could sense it, he also had a very strong supernatural aura about him.

One other thing that differentiated him from the other foreigners who visited Tokyo for their vacation spot is the fact that he was very well known by the locals as he had helped most of them at one point or another. If asked, a local could tell you that he was the head of the crime stopping agency known as DoragonSureiyas which was located in the heart of Shinjuku. He had solved and stopped many crimes, some large and some small. However, one thing that the locals could not tell you was his name, he was only known as "The Detective".

What was this man doing so far away from his agency, one might ask. He was simply going for a walk around the entirety of Tokyo, but he got tired halfway through due to his own laziness. He decided he stroll from his office building to the airport, to the port and then back to the airport and finish off at his house in the residential district. Currently, he was at his first stop: the airport. He stopped for a moment to watch the arrivals make their way into the city.

Day stepped off the airplane. Her grayish skin tone had made her a beacon on the flight and she was glad to get off the tiny metal bird. Standing a little bit away from the boarding gate she stretched her arms out, accidentally bonking someone on the head, she mumbled an apology in English and the person turned and sent a stream of angry chinese her way. Day shrugged, then turned away from the person. Lookimg around the airport she saw a sign pointing the way to luggage pick-up and she headed off, following the signs. She could see the peoples heads turning and hear their whispered comments, she could not wait to get somewhere else more...private.

After Day had gathered her luggage, a simple black suitcase with a large moon printed on it, she walked through the airport doors to the outside world. Looking around she could see, and hear, the busyness of the large city so she started walking to her new adress, a small apartment in the business district.

He sensed it. It was close. The aura of the supernatural was in the air and he intended to find out where it was coming from. Using his power of deduction, he reasoned that since he had just now sensed it, it was coming from an area that was closed off previously. With this in mind, he ventured to guess that someone with supernatural gifts had just come out from the door of the airport.

He closed his eyes and waited a second before opening it again. Now all he could see of people were silhouettes, that is, unless they contained supernatural energy. Then he spotted it, clearer than crystal, a girl with supernatural aura blending in with the rest of the arrivals and simply carrying luggage. "Absolutely brilliant," he mumbles to himself in his thick Irish accent.

With this knowledge, he began to jog to the girl who was walking towards the business district. When he had gotten close enough for her to be able to hear him, he spoke to her, "Aye, lass," he assumed she spoke English; he had to, all he spoke was English and Japanese mixed with some Irish. "I can't just well and let a fellow foreigner carry her own bags while I'm 'ere with not'n ta do but stand about. How about you hand me one of them bags and I'll come 'round wit' ya." After speaking, he smiled to put her at ease and show her he meant no ill will. He outstretched his hand towards the girl as an offer to hold one of the bags. Once he did, his white bandages were clearly visible, wrapped all over his arm. As a matter of fact, as the wind blew some hair from his face, it could be seen that his right eye as well as most of his neck was covered in white bandages.

Day looked over the man who was offering to pull her suitcase. Not quite sure what he wanted or why he was talking to her, she was just walking to her house nd she didnt have her wings out either. sure her skin was a weird color but it could easily be passed off as african american in the states. Deciding to trust the man she passed him the handle of her black suitcase and continued up the street, "Your'e not from around here, are you?" she asked, her english standing out from the japanese swirling around them.

Controlling those massive wings was a pain. Switching from flapping to gliding at the right time and calculating the air currents was tiresome work for her. That and she could only be worried with the fact that she’d likely be a target from here on in.
Landing just outside the residential district in a place where she was unlikely to be seen. She placed her hand directly on the blade at her side. Her draconian features fading.
Looking at the blade clutched in her other hand she spoke.
“You don’t have to like me, you just have to put up with me until I get what I was promised. Then you’ll be back to the baka in blue in no time.”

"Aye lass, that's right. I'm The Detective. Or so people call me. I have an office over in Shinjuku, my company's name is DoragonSureiyas. I thought it sounded pretty grand when I made it," he spoke as he dragged the girl's suitcase, following her closely behind so as not to lose her. "First thing people ask when they see me is why I have so many bandages on my body. I guess seeing a mummified Irishman is a normal afternoon for ya, then." Breaking into a slight chuckle, happy with himself for making that joke, he used his free hand to scratch underneath the bandage of his other arm.

Ryu had used the sword's abilities as a conduit for his flames to form a message with the flames. Hovering just outside the sheathe of the sword were the words written in blue flames, clear as day, "You, American Girl. Pick me up from the port in a few. Signed, super smart handsome man."

“Persistent aren’t you. No wonder every woman we’ve interviewed scowls at the mere mention of your name.”
She spoke dryly as she stepped against the wall behind her.
“Guess this is my life now...b****
Better be happy with what I’m risking to save his butt.”
She spoke, referring to a man vaguely.

As his yacht docked into the Port of Tokyo, Ryu broke away from his meditation. One of his female footsoldiers ran to him, bending the knee before she spoke. "Tokyo ni do shimasu, Ryu-Oji," after he heard this, he smiled and placed his hands in his pocket as he stepped onto the bridge of the port.

He inhaled deeply and spoke in heavily accented English, "We are in da big city now, boys!" After this outburst, he walked to a black Nissan GTR sports car from which a man in a leather jacket emerged and walked away. He leaned on the car and waited before having his sword create a new message for the American woman. It created the words, "You keeping a boy waiting on the first date?" written in blue flames. He placed his earbuds into his ears and bobbed his head slowly.

Reading the message she sighed.
“Boys got some big acorns to be saying that in a situation like this.” She spoke as she took his blade in one hand. Then using her other hand she created a crack in the wall behind her. Then she lodged the blade ,sheath and all, in the crack. Watching as the wall sealed around it until only the handle stuck out from the wall.
“Great, now only I can take it out of there.”
She said as she cracked her knuckles and began to walk to the docs.
“Now let’s see how you work with the ladies Casanova.”

Upon seeing the woman approach, he waved at her enthusiastically. "Yo! American lady! It's me! Remember? From that time you came into my house and stole from me? Yeah! Me! How long's it been? Less than a day?"

After causing that scene, he held up his hand towards the yacht to dismiss his soldiers who then were at ease. He then walked in the direction of the woman in order to meet her halfway.

“If this is what you call a date, it’s no wonder your single.”
She shouted back at him. She wouldn’t be the only one feeling embarrassed today.
“Or maybe it’s that nickname they give you. Mister small man I think it was.”
She said impishly as she strode forward confidently.

He chuckled slightly as he removed the earbuds from his ears, rolled them up and put them in his pocket. He stopped walking once he was close enough to her for a normal conversation which did not involve excessive yelling, "I can't feel him anymore. You've locked my soul in darkness...that was not very nice..." his happy and childish behaviour faltered for a moment before he snapped back into his normal personality.

"Enough talk of work," he said as he extended his palm out to the woman as an offer to hold her hand, "I have a black sports car and no license to drive it. Where would you like to go?"

Holding her hands behind her back she spoke quietly.
“ Tell ya what, don’t try anything and I’ll give you ya friend back. It’s not like he’s of abt used to me anymore.”
She whispered lowly before returning to a regular tone.
“Why don’t you pick the place. After all this was your idea.”

"Throwing lady's choice out the window? Alright," he said, pushing his hands into his pocket. He walked towards the car and opened the passenger door for the lady, standing by it waiting to close it for her.

"I was thinking, maybe a park. Somewhere with a lot of trees. It's dry, no one would think twice if a freak forest fire happened. Even if some children playing games were caught in the fire," he said in a hushed tone, his smile going from compassionate to twisted and wicked.

“Mm I was thinking a local homeless shelter where we could empty out bank accounts and no one would question why you suddenly live under a bridge.”
She spoke in retaliation as she stepped into the car and sat down.
“Shall we?”

He laughed slightly before responding, "Maybe you should have thought of that when I asked where you wanted to go." He closed the car door and made his way over to the driver's seat, letting himself inside. He started the car and listened to the engine for a minute.

He drove off in the direction of the shopping district, driving as recklessly as possible, overtaking cars and occasionally driving on the wrong side of the road. "Who wanted my sword? Don't lie to me, now. I don't need a blade to be dangerous, lady."

“Believe it or not there are groups all over the world like yours who want the same thing. While I detest their morals, they have someone I care about in their grasp who is already in bad condition. I get them the sword, they give him what he needs to survive. It’s all purely business to us though. Nothing against you personally, just work.”