Staying in one place and watching people eat was not Osamu Akiyama's idea of fun. Granted, it wasn't supposed to be fun, it was work, but he was still 13, and thus easily bored. But, he wasn't going to shirk his duties, and that was not the only option. 

The boy took out his smartphone and called:

"Ichijouji-sama, are you here?" Ken Ichijouji* was an old family friend of the Akiyamas and a member of the local Ministry of Silence. He was also the one Osamu, who was named after Ken's deceased older brother, reported to.

"Osamu-kun!" a surprisingly friendly voice for a Magi spoke, "glad to finally hear from you. Business, or boredom?" 

"Both; I found Asami Ando, eating ramen in a mundane-held business, a local one that is frequently...frequented by residents. There's only a 10% probability of a fight starting there, but, well..."

"I understand," said Ken. "Takaki's, right? Your father told me a lot about it, and yes, for a fight to break out there would be mildly catastrophic - no offense. I'll send two watchers immidiately. In the meantime, shift positions as you will." The tone of trust was evident.

"Thank you, Icijouji-sama!" Osamu said a little loudly, before going down to the building below, and rushing out to find another high spot in order to watch things more closely. Thankfully, the publishing company also had a set of bicycles at the bottom, most belonging to the employees, but a few just left there for members of the Akiyama family to use.

And so Osamu drove off, to find another building...

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Said other building was an apartment complex, and a generic-looking one at that. Osamu also realized that he made a newbie mistake; how was he going to get on top of the building? Well, when there's a will, there is a way, and that way was the fire escape.

Getting down from his bike, Osamu clambered up the fire escape, glad for his streneous training. The railing was slick with grease, and the boy had to use his handkerchief to protect his fingers from some bird poop. Nevertheless, he was finally on top...only to find said top dusty, dirty, and filled with more bird poop.

[i]Oh, fuck this,[/i] thought the boy as, not caring anymore, he began shooting arrows of light to vaporize the dung and the dust, clearing a space for him to finally sit down and begin his observations. Problem was, he was in the same apartment complex that Daichi Arata was living in, meaning that the homonculus would have seen him either clamber up the fire escape or clear the rooftop of debris.

And, for one last icing on this cake of minor shit, Osamu was hungry, and didn't bring any food, causing his stomach to rumble.

"Aww bleeping hell!" he shouted.

*Yes, I went there.

[@Savo]