Tsukiya Eguchi.
“Wraiths! With me. ”
In his small corner, where he sat at the bar counter lightly chugging back a mug of light alcohol, Tsukiya found himself staring irritably through the dense smoke in the room. The smoke that clogged his throat and choked him with wispy hands. One of the numerous things he had hated about Yopparai's tavern. If not for the hearty ale that filled the guts of his Wraiths, the womanly pleasures, and of course the cheerful crowd; he'd never step foot into the place. Besides the smoke that bothered his lungs and occasionally caused a cough or two, the tavern's floor was usually dirty with broken glass and dust. The mugs that the regular customers drunk out of was dirty, and the women … well they were less than desirable.
With a light
tap he placed his empty mug on the counter and held up declarative hand to stop the barkeep from pouring more. Unlike Yopparai, whose being seemed made completely of alcohol, he could not chug back mug after mug of burning drink and still function normally. It was out of his area of expertise. Though he did enjoy watching Yopparai's and his own Wraiths makefools of themselves. A young Wraith, who he believed to be sixteen, lept onto a rigidity table and sung a jaunty tone, all while a crowd of others clapped.
Tsukiya turned around on his stool and stretched his arms along the edge of the bar, his back leaning on the wooden counter. He had begun to clap within the folds and veils of his furred cloak when Yopparai approached him. His words had not reminded him, only reinforced that Yopparai—the idiot that he was—could be responsible when the time came. Which, when asked, was one of his explanations for teaming with the man. Along with a few others.
“Right.” Tsukiya stood up from the stool, almost rivaling Yopparai in height. He was but a head short of being his equal.
“I was waiting for you to be ready. All that drinking and loud noise puts you in a good mood … usually. I didn't want to hear any whining from you once we were on the road. And he's no more of a cunt than you are. Be nicer to people, mothball,” suggested Tsukiya casually before shrugging passed the man, landing a friendly pat on his large shoulder as he did.
As he moved forth, his cloak enclosed around his thin frame, the light of the tavern warming his pale features with a eerie, deadly countenance. He couldn't explain the gut instinct that a disaster was closing in on him. That danger was nearby … or approaching from behind.
Couldn't shake it either. So it was only natural that he fell into a foul mood.
With every word that left the white-haired man's mouth, Tsukiya found his shoulders jerking upward and hands cringing into claws. He thought if the man had drunk enough at the tavern that he'd be more sedated. Like a child who was allowed to bring toys with them on a trip. But that wasn't the case.
Tsukiya paused in his graceful steps after the last “Are we there yet.” fell from Yopparai's mouth. Keeping his head straight and attempting to fix the twitching frown on his face, Tsukiya spoke.
“If you were listening half a mile back, instead of throwing pebbles at wildlife, you'd know your answer. Now shut your damn mouth … for the love of Kaguya, pleassse, shut your mouth.” He sighed with the release of his pent up frustrations. Knowing Yopparai, his words had gone in one ear and out the other. So he hadn't exploded—when moments later—the tall pirate had lost his patience again.
Tsukiya
paused, feeling a thread of familiarity as he caught sight of a twelve foot tall boulder on the fringe of the path. The nearby rocks and trees surrounding it seemed unremarkable but the boulder's presence pulled him anyway. With a starting jog, he leaped onto the rock with easy and balanced himself onto it. Up high, the wind tossed his ashen hair; he refused to remove his arms from inside his cloak to rectify it. In his sights was the monumental castle, the waters surrounding it mirrored the sky above.
He glanced around, his eyes fidgeting with apprehension.
“Something's- The fuck.” he uttered, catching glimpse of a spark, then a spreading explosion rocking the castle. The boom shook the air before heating it and singeing his face suddenly.
J-Just what the fuck is going on? His jaw tensed and his fist clenched. Just the thought of losing Cho, a wealthy informant with resources that dwarfed most, enraged him to the point of acting recklessly.
“Yopparai,” he muttered, anger lining his words; the flames roaring and reaching the sky in front of him.
“We have a problem.” 
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