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[indent][color=gray]Nothing but the sounds of a deep crackle could be heard in the distance. It was dark before the glimmer of light sparked and flickered off the end of a lit cigarette. A plume of smoke curled around, suspended in air before more light started to break through. The faint glow of light bounced off Kiyo’s face as if she were watching something. The source of light was mostly from the screen in her car scattering through images, inaudible. The crackling faded to the background as the sound from the screen started to push through. Vicious spats of yells could be heard, and the soft giggles slipping out the corner of her mouth. She has been watching every single Bruce Lee movie in his catalogue. These ancient discs were hard to come by with it being two centuries later, but luckily for her, her father had come into possession of them when he was a kid from his father and so on and so forth. Finding a car old enough or modded enough to support the format was another thing, but she managed. 

There he was in all his glory, in his famous yellow track suit kicking ass and taking names. This yet another hobby borrowed from her father that she continued today. Probably the source of her fighting style inspiration. What an apt name, [i]The Game of Death[/i], seeing as today was the anniversary of her father’s. The empty hole that took the place of an eye always seemed to hurt on this day specifically, something more advanced than a phantom limb. And while she still missed him, this was something she did to help feel closer despite it being over two decades now. She dropped the lit cigarette into the mouth of her beer can before it sizzled out. Just as the final fight started, she turned the screen off and turned over the engine of her car. One foot on the clutch and the other on the gas she raced out of the empty parking lot she was soliciting in. 

The car ride was silent aside from the revving of her engine from gear shifting. The ride was so familiar at this point she could practically drive there with her eyes closed, well, eye closed. Graveyards weren’t too commonplace especially in the slums of Heita district, but death wasn’t uncommon here either. Therefore, groundskeeper duties fell solely on her. Now that she wasn’t a stray dog, she had more time than she liked to have, so this wasn’t too much of a bother. She wasn’t much of a buddhist but she respected their practices and maintained the shrine, tohba, and brought offerings every time she came to visit him. From her persons she retrieved a bowl of rice and a cup where she poured tea into, setting both on the shrine. She stayed silent for a time, never knowing what exactly to say or if there was something to say. Her lips were about to part as she found her voice in her throat, until her phone began to buzz in her pocket. 

Her voice quickly scurried back inside while she checked to see who it was. [color=a187be][i]”Moshi Moshi, hai, hai ja mata”[/i][/color] she hung up just as fast as she answered. [color=a187be][u][i]Shit[/i][/u][/color]. She had forgotten there was a meeting today with Kurosagi, looking at her watch she did the math and figured she would make it to Hanamachi just in time to pick up Hikari and make it to the meeting. She shot up and made her way back to her car before she hesitated for the briefest of moments. She grabbed the disc out of her car and placed it back in its archaic case, running it over to the shrine and placing it down. With a quick bow and faint smile, she turned back one more and slammed her foot down on the gas. 

Moments later Kiyo arrived somewhere near Hanamachi after getting an updated location from Hikari. She slowed down as she approached Hikari on the side of the street and opening the door for her. [color=a187be]“Get in. We can still make it on time if we leave now…unless you were planning on bringing your work home with you?”[/color] she said half serious half joking not knowing which response she would get. Hopefully for the two of them, someone else would be the one to show up late, man did she hate being late to anything. 
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