Kazuo Sanada yawned as he waited as patiently as he could for the last of the non-buying cutomers to slowly trickle out of the shop at the only checkout counter within the small, cozy book-store ; a small, corner of the building sectioned off by a clean, black marble counter which situated various baskets for paperwork and a computer equipped with a transaction machine. The space behind the counter is fairly small, only being occupied by a sturdy, leather stool that the young man is sitting on, and his backpack which took up about 25% of the rest of the cramp space. Although quite tight, Kazuo felt content with it. He had worked here long enough to consider it his 'perfect' fit. In fact, he'd be happy to sacrifice even more space if it meant they can place one more book within the store. The whole shop would be quite spacious if it wasn't fitted with a maze of high-reaching shelves that were filled with all sorts of literature. There was indeed a staircase hidden somewhere within this haven of pages, as the bookstore extended to a second story. It does have fewer shelves up there, but is instead decorated with several reading desks and benches for customers to sit and traverse into another realm only offered by the book in their hands. All in all, it was a paradise for readers and quite popular for a local, family-owned store. Even he would spend hours here after his shift, reading the night away when a new book had caught his eye.

But today, the young book tender was eager to be done with his shift. About ten minutes ago, he had heard the calling of his favorite 'cafe' through the open window and knew that only important matters had to be discussed when all available Chasers were brought together by that specific signal. So Kazuo didn't hesitate to jump from his seat as soon as the last person stepped out of the shop, hurrying to close and lock the door tight. Taking only a few of his precious minutes to make sure the business was closed properly, he turned off the lights, switched the sign from 'Open' to 'Close', and then headed out through the back door.

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It only took a bus or three to traverse from the quaint neighborhood where he resided to the deeper and more populated parts of downtown Tokyo where the [b]Dengeki[/b] was situated at. And although he knew it was an urgent matter, Kazuo couldn't help but to pace his walking as he made his way down the street. It was quite a beautiful evening, with the sky a mix of red, purple, and blue, all swirled together with the hinted glitter of arriving starlight. A slight breeze wisped through his sandy, light hair, ruffling it from it's charming style. He reached up with slender fingers to fix it as he rounded the corner, the cafe in sight. He squinted with his oaken-brown eyes, noticing two unfamiliar persons standing around, with the wonderful Shiina in her signature position at the front counter. And of course, there was Ikkime serving tea, and it seemed like Yamato was the first one to arrive.

Without hesitation, the Kazuo opened the doors and was greeted by that familiar, heavenly smell that only the Dengeki can produce, with it's variety of sweet delicacies and delicious aroma of tea and coffee. He gave a small wave, beaming to the five before heading over to the tray that Ikkime had set out for the guests. [color=fff79a]"Yo,"[/color] he called out casually, reaching for a tea cup. He gave a small sip, nodding his head in satisfaction, and leaned against the table. "You guys look cute as ever, Shiina and Ikkime." He waved his cup at the two women, smiling, before turning to Yamato. [color=fff79a]"I guess you too, Yamato. Hope you've been doing well."[/color] Kazuo chuckled in teasement. Finally, he gave a polite and small bow of acknowledgement to the two strangers. Though his smile was warm, his eyes were alight with curiosity and suspicion. He wondered if the reason why they were all called here tonight was because of those two. If so, what exactly is going on?