Playing The Part | Hikaru & Rayden | Private

Tired. Multiple beads of sweat arrayed along his forehead, distraught by the long journey and quenching thirst that itched at his depleted throat. Hands latched against the radius above his knees, barely knelt over as he endeavoured to reclaim his breath, peering up. A shop situated before his view, evidently trashed through the fractured glass window, daylight glazing the brazen sight as he casually leveled out his posture. The back of his gloveless hand engaged gingerly along his forehead, brushing away the sweat in a brief gesture, observing the sign of the meager shop once again as the tool descended back to his side. It was perhaps odd, in his perspective, that thieves would choose to seizing valuables from a worn-down pottery store, the luxury of the work simple and cheap, yet, peculiar in the way he frisked with its semblance of magical power.

He knew immediately, as soon as the door-bells chimed, on why this place had been robbed of something so valuable - so important. The client was nervous, and his team-mate had already attained this destination before he himself had, a wash of unease snapping at the nape of his neck for being so consistently late. "I'm sorry I'm late.. The train, uh, got held up.." with a sheepish remark, his heed for the situation and bounded to the importance of the job, casually approaching the two. The client. No. The young woman, was a wreck. She expressed her lack of sleep by the darkness that crept beneath her eyes, and the strain in urging herself to far by the bandaids that spanned out along her hands. "Well, despite me just arriving, I do have an idea on why they stole from you Miss." a pause, extended fingers clutched onto a nearby shard of ruptured pottery, "This is made out of lacrima." with a statement, the girl took the puny piece into her hands, plainly befuddled.

"As everybody knows, lacrima is both a highly useful and dangerous crystal, especially when it gets into the wrong hands." a soft smile teased at his lips, "But, no need to fret, Miss! Ray and I here will return everything to you in no time! Just count on us!" steering to the crimson-haired youth, a hand confronted his shoulder, beaming at him in restlessness - awaiting for the agreement and not the hinder with his true intentions of putting the client at some form of ease.

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As the tolling bell of the door jolted shut by the disembark of two - golden pools floundered over to the compelling red that gradually began to speak, a tone of genuine will fathoming from his motioning lips as a jaunty yet, teasing smile never dare took its leave. "What are you? An animal?" the remark of their "scents" caused him to faintly stifle a laugh before regarding the matter of search was much more relevant than jesting around. It was evident through the empathy of the other youth that he was very motivated by this task, anticipated to cleave into the solo of exposing the criminal while he on the other hand felt utterly at ease.

"Great minds think alike." a comment of awe, "Her shop is pretty small, and by the looks of that list she didn't have many customers to begin with. Just a few regulars." a hand, clothed in finger-less glove, rested at the bottom of his chin in contemplation, "Alright! Lets go, Red! Lead the way~!" lids sealed shut, beam illuminating the alluring features as he treaded alongside the youth with a semblance of elation and curiousity. The opticals of sight wandered over the town of unfamiliarity, enthralled by the diverse shops and resturaunts - and additionally the people as his concealed feet hindered just behind his fellow Knight. Unknown things were snagging him away like a goldfish seized by the hook of a rod, gradually guiding it closer and closer to the one place it shouldn't of went. But, albeit, his heed for the situation at hand was more crucial than traversing through a range he had not yet been too.

Crown of stardust steering back into the direction of the red, pace motioning more swiftly as the proximity no longer became distance once more - their first stop lastly arriving. Clenched hand clashed against the door of the town-house first, not hesitant in the slightest as the rattle of objects from within resonated - entrance opening. "Hello! My name is Hikaru Kuninaga, and this here is my partner, Rayden Traen," a pause, a singular hand gestured to the youth situated beside him, "We'd like to ask you a few questions about what happened at Miss Zoe's shop.. do you mind?" the woman arised at the doorway seemed mildly timid - regardless of the friendliness he bestowed, it seemed both of them alone were still rather intimidating.

"N-Not at all.. please, come in." as space was composed along the doorway, a stature of belching air-headed composure strided into the house without delay, assuming that the so called partner would follow behind him. "Sorry this is so unexpected, Miss." a remark, the woman fluttered her lashes with a label of surprise to the courtesy - smile countering his own as a feeble hand spanned in the direction of a singular sofa - oddly in red. His eyes immediately became a flood-light of restlessness, bounding onto the couch with the expression that could be similiar to a child recieving a toy. "Ahh, what a pretty colour!" the questioning was ceased by his aimless behaviour, the woman merely laughing with an obvious unease to her voice as she took her seating on the other side of the coffee table - across from the two of them.

TEMPLATE BY MINNIE OF GANGNAM STYLE