[h2]Mako Moritomi//Ferrero Mall[/h2]
[h3]Sunday, May 31, 2015[/h3]

[color=0076a3][i]Fuck. I just had to open my mouth, didn't I? Just had to say it. Didn't even have to say it, actually- just thought it. Still counts, I guess.[/i][/color]

Mako plodded through the mall, eyes downcast, frustration evident on his features as he contemplated not just one, but [i]two[/i] kidnappings happening in the same week. On the same [i]day,[/i] for Christ's sakes. Whoever their kidnapper was, he was getting stupidly bold. Why hadn't they been caught already? Was everyone really so grossly incompetent to allow two people to be snatched off of the streets like someone was picking up trash?? Lousy fucking police in this lousy fucking town--

Mako stopped suddenly, hands clutching his head like he was in pain, face screwed up in concentration. He took several deep breaths, heedless of the stares he was receiving. He had more important things to think about right now. Like not lashing out at the first unfortunate bastard that crossed him the wrong way.

[color=0076a3][i]Calm down. Assess. Deconstruct. Break it down into manageable pieces- don't let it overwhelm you.[/i][/color] He took another deep breath as he tried to focus on keeping calm. After about a minute, he felt calm enough to think about the situation again.

He thought about the names- Kotori Shirohane, and... him. Sato.

He rolled his eyes as he continued walking. Apart from the fact that he'd been kidnapped, he really didn't understand why he was so fixated on the upperclassman. After all, this Shirohane girl had been kidnapped, too, and she was even in his class. Not that they'd ever spoken before, but...

[color=0076a3][i]Ugh.[/i][/color]

His thoughts' apparent obsession with Sato Hashimoto was irksome, to say the least. He'd been none too accepting of any sort of... "help," or whatever, the last time they'd spoken. In fact, he'd rebuffed Mako rather definitively. Absolutely, even. He'd tried to give the upperclassman some space after that, given that he was apparently an uncomfortable reminder of the events at the Star Drop. Not that it helped his situation at all...

[color=0076a3][i]This is stupid.[/i][/color] 

The worst part was that he still felt protective toward Sato. He still wanted to wring the neck of that bastard who was snapping photos in the cafe. He still wanted to know he was all right, especially now. And it still made no fucking sense that he should feel like that, given the longest conversation they'd had was Sato essentially telling him to [i]fuck off--[/i]

He stopped again. Sighing, he cast his eyes about for some kind of reprieve. As some cruel cosmic joke, he noticed the Star Drop Cafe not far down. He rolled his eyes.

[color=0076a3][i]Well... I might as well. I am hungry. And Lord knows I've needed some good coffee lately.[/i][/color] 

Jamming his hands into his pockets, he walked over to and into the cafe, needing to take his mind off of troubling things.