january 1 ~ sunday ~ roppongi

[cunning_wolf]

The sun had escaped passed the horizon for the day, and what little pink it had painted the sky had all but vanished. Shuichi tugged at his coat, pulling it closer to his body for warmth. He stood before a building that had a large poster advertisement of beautiful women patrons could spend money to be with. The hostess bar was located in Roppongi

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[elegant_play]

Wakashi sighed as he followed Shuichi from a distance, the heir wanted to do this on his own and Wakashi felt bad for trailing him. However it was his job and he couldn’t let anything happen to Shuichi. He hoped that this job would go well and he wouldn’t even have to announce his prescence and the young heir would gain some confidence. At the entrance of the hostess bar Wakashi grimaced in disgust it was full of the filth he was not thrilled to be in the presence of. He walked in and tried to find an area where he could sit and watch Shuichi but not draw attention to himself. After seating he ordered a drink and watched

[cunning_wolf]

Shuichi could hear Wakashi and relaxed. He still couldn't see what was going on, as the blood was covering his eyes and his glasses forgotten. At least the pain was settling. Or maybe he was just becoming numb. He tried to pull himself to his knees, but was too disoriented. He could hear Wakashi threatening everyone and Ando screaming. Hand went to his face again to wipe off the blood and hit something hard before his eye, causing a sheering pain to shoot through his face and head. Recollection of the broken plate came back to him, accompanied with panic. It, which was probably the glass shard, was in his eye, not in front of it. Nausea fell over him as the pain came back twofold. The smell of the blood was overwhelming.

[elegant_play]

Feeling Shuichi shifting Wakashi knew the younger boy was undoubtedly in pain his condition was severe. Wakashi needed to get Shuichi help fast and he had no time to be dealing with trivial scum that was surrounding him, it was a miracle his threat seemed to work as people backed away from him. Of course stabbing Ando in the face with the neck of a broken bottle helped a bit with the fear. Wakashi bent down and lifted Shuichi putting him up by his shoulder leaving his knife hand open as best as he could. Knife still brandishing in the air in an intimidating matter Wakashi took off in the direction of the exit, no one stopped him. Outside he put his knife away and shifted so he could carry Shuichi in both of his arms as comfortably as he could. "Hang on I will get you to the nearest hospital then I will contact Washio." Wakashi spoke in a calming matter as he ran as fast as he could. A taxi would draw to much attention so Wakashi would have to rely on his own physical attributes.

[tsukita_hikaru]

((OOC: I just realized that Wakashi was carrying Ichigo and running. I missed that when I replied, so I am adjusting this. ^^ Sorry for the mix up.))

Hikaru was on her way home from dance class. She saw Wakashi running her direction and carrying someone who was clearly bleeding. She vaguely recognized him from school, but it was hard to tell with all of the blood.

"Nearest hospital's down this road!" She called, pointing down another street. "Go straight down that way two blocks, turn left and continue three blocks. Hospital's on the right!"

Hikaru did not normally talk to Shuichi, but she was not the type to leave someone in pain when she could help.

[onizuka_ftw]

Eikichi was enjoying time with the three ladies whose time he purchased with rent money. What better way to pass off the New Year's headache. But as soon as the fighting started and the girls ran to the back, Eikichi slinked his way out of door unnoticed. He was a punk, not a Yakuza.