[h2][center]Saitō Yume[/center][/h2]

Yume was honestly quite surprised at the message that had found its way to her person. Not from any difficulty in finding her, of course, she made little effort to go out of her way to remain hidden. No, the impressive part was that the message had been handed over in such a way that the person leaving it failed to expose themselves. Not that much skill was needed to slide a message through the door of the apartment she was using... the clever part was finding where she was staying without being detected when she was in.

Whoever it was obviously had to have some tie to this servant-summoning business; the majority of her contacts in Tokyo had already been met or sent messages over the course of weeks. People appearing and disappearing... if it hadn't been Tokyo, then maybe nobody else would have ever gotten involved. It was the sort of thing a demon hunter existed for.

The [i]rest[/i] of her contacts had to be reintroduced to the idea, of course. That was what the past two days had been for; there was nothing like getting to know someone by seeing how they fought, even if beating up a bunch of yakuza toughs was a waste of both her skills and Assassin's. Now that she had a proper low-level information network in place as the bosses got the reminder that Yume was very much [i]not[/i] dead and able to come find them... maybe she could find whatever was behind these disappearances. Not that it seemed so simple anymore, with a seventy year dead martial artist being summoned and bound to her person.

Stepping off the platform at Ginza station and heading out onto the street, Yume was struck by something very obvious: there weren't enough people around. It should [i]always[/i] be busier than this, and the number of people was only decreasing in the walk to Sukiyabashi. 

"Notice anything?"

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[h2][center]Nero[/center][/h2]

Skin soft and glistening, hair still damp... it was only too clear what part of the hotel suite the Emperor had been enjoying only minutes before, even if one were to look past her considerable state of undress. A state that was getting considerably less reaction than she had hoped for... really, this Master was almost no fun, not even giving enough of a response to tell if she was [i]possibly[/i] interested or not. But she was able to maintain a suitable standard that, while by no means as palatial as Nero's tastes would have desired, was more than acceptable. 

She might still need to go looking for more sources of attention, though. Perhaps staging some sort of concert...

"Nakano? If you must meet someone there, then I will accompany you for safety."

[@KoL]