[center][b][u]Hikari[/u][/b][/center]

Hikari walked past the woman, hoping to put this behind him. Unfortunately, he picked up on the girl following after him. What did she want with him? Of all people, why him? She kept talking about an Ashikabi and her chosen one, but he had no idea what any of that meant. Ignoring the fact that she was walking around with a [i]sniper rifle[/i], none of this was normal and she was acting like this was just supposed to be how it is.

At her question, though, he only had more question. Number 49? She was numbered? More importantly, there were fourty eight [i]more[/i] of this type of person? Were they going to come to him too? He hoped not. He was barely keeping his anxiety under control with just her. “I-I'm Hikari,” he said softly. “I still don't know what any of this means...” He let out a small sigh. “Are...are you hungry at all? If you're going to follow me anyway...we can find someplace to talk...I guess.” He scratched the back of his head nervously, unsure of what he should do. He didn't really want this girl with military grade equipment following him home.

Maybe he could set things straight after a real explanation? That's what he'd have to hope for at least.

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[center][b][u]#11 - Houkatori[/u][/b][/center]

Houkatori offered a nod. “It seems so. This should be our street coming up,” she replied softly. As the car made its turn down the next road, coming to a line of apartment complexes. While it had been a somewhat pleasant trip for her friend, the raven haired woman had been on edge for the entire ride. She had been unable to relax.

As she took in the sight of their soon-to-be apartment, she found her fears warranted.

The car slowed to a stop as it approached the large brick building, but Houka had quickly forgotten about that, her eyes set on something else. “They sent someone,” she muttered to her companion. “Yuki, stay in the car.” Without a word more, she opened the door and stepped out, slamming it shut behind her. While Yuki had desired to protect the young 'patient' the government had taken in, Houka had wished the same for her newfound friend. The government had a history of sticking their nose with something they should not be involved with. This was going to be just another example of that.

The fiery woman stepped up angrily towards the lone man sitting on the steps of their apartment complex. He wore a loose red jacket, the hood pulled up to obscure his golden blond hair. The material of the jacket looked like it couldn't be any more protective than a shirt, but it was all he wore, exposing his bare chest beneath the folds of it. In addition to that, he wore black sweatpants with sandals to complete the outfit. His dark onyx eyes looked at the clearly angry woman with a mischieviousness, clearly taking the hostility as a joke.

“Why are you here?” Houka demanded.

The man smiled a bit. “Come now, you didn't think your bosses were going to just let you go on this vacation without any supervision, did you?” he asked, a playful grin forming on his face. “Now, where are your manners? I think it's only proper that you introduce yourself before demanding questions of a stranger.”