[color=00a651]"DRU's further along this way," [/color]Kimiko pointed, gesturing past the police lines that cordoned off the entire square. [color=00a651]"Back at Sasori's dump. We made a clean sneak with what evidence we could, but the law must've must be trying to make an old Chinese angle with anything too hinky that we left behind. It's all pretty tidy here now."[/color]

The fiery-headed, fiery-hearted high schooler had settled atop Daisuke's bent-over back, legs crossed around his neck and hanging onto him with both hands clasped atop his forehead, underneath the bangs. The normally cool, detached teenager was surveying the battlefield of her first strategic triumph with an uncharacteristic investment - that of pride, an emotional attachment to her victory. Kimiko wore a half-grin, tongue running along the bottom of her top row of pearls, looking as positively rakish as someone caught in the throes of intimacy. 

[color=00a651]"Right there was where Daisuke and I were first walking home from the school."[/color] She pointed to the opposite end of the police tape, angling closer to Kazou from atop said delinquent's head to point him towards the proper spot. [color=00a651]"That's when the truck wrecked and the bots started spilling out. One decided to teach this poor old man and his arm how to love from a distance, so I yelled it into submission and rode it up to the truck while we duked it out with its friends. So eventually, inside the truck, I found the devil and played it some chin music. Like, the 1812 Overture of Haymakers. In doing so, its hold over the rest of the bots broke, and I freed this crosswalk from all future designs of Lucifer. They're gonna be calling it Kimiko Way in a few months."[/color]

She shrugged and tilted her chin up at one stain on the asphalt - whether it was blood, sauce, or Pepsi, she had no idea, but either way it had been shed for her sake. Good times. And to think she didn't have to waste a--

[color=00a651][i]a stick of gum![/i][/color]

She had one in her jacket pocket. Nice. 

[color=00a651]"Anyway, we should get going if you want to see my DRU. We'll find away around this crosswalk. Daisuke-kun is a living atlas, like the map book."[/color]

He couldn't be [i]Atlas[/i] because Kimiko didn't think she weighed that much. Good thing she didn't have a donk like Hitomi or he might be struggling right now. 

Kimiko pushed Daisuke's head up straight and scooted closer to see over the crime scene. 

[color=00a651]"He knows so many directions besides the main four. You'll see."[/color]

In no time, the quartet was pedaling off towards Sasori's office, where Kazou would finally get to see the pet pizza automaton she'd grown to love so much. She wondered if everyone else was as stoked as her to see it again. 

Was anyone hungry? She should have left some food in DRU for just this occasion...

Had she?

She knew she'd left gum in there.

[color=00a651][i]POP![/i][/color]

She'd kill for some more gum right about now. She could fit so much more in her mouth than just one wad.