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Frost collects on every window that lines the streets of Tokyo, but that’s winter for you. People are walking about, this city is indeed one of the loudest in the world if Kazuya does say so for himself. He hates the bustling streets, the clamor of this city. There’s nothing beautiful about this place at all, even if there was it isn’t like Kazuya has the opportunity of experiencing it for himself. He’s a demon hunter, an exorcist if you will. He lacks the ability to see the world for the good because he’s constantly trapped in a realm of dark, twisted creatures. He sees every monster that a child fears that lives in their closet, he sees every demon that sucks the souls of others.

Yeah, that’s Tokyo for you.

“Anyway, Miyuki-senpai, I still don’t think this is a good idea.” Haruichi Kominato, a first year at the exorcist academy (unhelpfully) supplies his insight on the situation at hand, his pink hair frames his face nicely, and the way he’s got a slight pout really gives him that first year charm.

“Tired…” Furuya mumbles (also unhelpfully) from the back, the literal definition of a polar bear-human hybrid. Furuya Satoru, also a first year at Seidou Academia. A high school that teaches gifted humans to use their abilities against the damned, thus saving the world- or something like that.

“You’re always tired.” Kawakami Norifumi, (helpfully) chimes in. Nori is a second year at the school, though he might just be the weakest one on the special operations team. That doesn’t mean you should take him lightly though, Kazuya is definitely speaking from experience.  

“Honestly speaking, I too am more tired than usual.” Haruichi yawns, mouth opening some what as a puff of white curls away from his open mouth. “Which is rather unusual, seeing as it isn’t all that late.”

Kazuya would say he’s tired too, but truthfully? Much like Furuya, Kazuya is in a constant state of wishing he was asleep in his warm bed. Though for some strange reason, it’s almost particularly unbearable degrees of tired. Kazuya heeds this no mind, not until at least a dozen and one people have passed this particular group complaining about sudden headaches, cases of extreme nausea, and then the loud complaint of how tired they are.

“Miyuki.” Nori stops walking, bottom lip jutted out in concentration. “This isn’t normal.”

“I agree, I’m getting the strong feeling of an aberration.” Haruichi (unhelpfully, seeing as they all have come to this conclusion) adds to the conversation at hand. His lips are slightly slanted.

“Alleyway…” Furuya yawns out, and that’s enough for Kazuya to head straight to the source off his sudden crankiness and tiredness. In fact, Kazuya’s head might just be ringing at this point in time.

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Shatter! Glass flings about the old, stained tile floor. A yelp of surprise leaving an orange eyed, brown haired boy. Man, his super power must be clumsiness or something! The people in the ramen shop are used to this boy's antics, but a few of them still laugh behind their hands. Muffled as they may be, Sawamura Eijun still feels the normal irritation crawling up his spine. Of course, he was raised in a hyper manner family, so naturally he bows at a perfect ninety degree angle and shouts out the best, firm apology he can. To the entire store and his manager.

“I broke another one... “ He sighs out to Wakana, who just snorts and covers her own mouth with her palm.

“You should get going home, you don’t live in Tokyo right? It’s getting late. I’ll tell the manager.” Wakana can’t help but stifle ongoing laughter. “Tou-san!” The girl yells from the back of the shop, where dishes, aprons, and boxes are stored.

“Yes, ‘Kana-chan?” Comes the gruff reply, a hearty old man who happens to be both the owner and Eijun’s boss shouts back.

“Ei-chan is gonna go ahead and go home, alright?” Wakana dries her hands with a striped towel, throwing it down on the counter.

“Ahaha, that’s fine! Don’t break anything on your way out.” That remark from the “wonderful” man gets the ramen house laughing, this place is always in good spirits. Whether they’re making fun of Eijun, or sharing political opinions with this boy, Eijun always seems to have this strange type of aura about him that just makes people want to have fun. Though sometimes it can be rather emotionally draining, but that’s just the type of person he is.

“Augh! Fine, I’ll go home. I’m off then! See ya!” After having removed the apron, Eijun goes right ahead and yells, exiting out of the back door into a rather dark and “creepy” alley way if he does say so himself. He stretches his arms above his head, letting out a yawn. Man, he sure is tired now that he things about it.

The burnett swings one leg over the seat of his bike, ringing the bell a solid two times to make sure it still does indeed work. The chime it creates causes a smile to bloom on his face no matter how exhausted he is from work, yeah! He’s excited to get home. He puts a foot on the peddle, kicking off. Man, he has a way to go before he makes it to the train station, but overall this is just fine.

“Yosh! I’m gonna go home and-” The bike wobbles from his control, and he indeed ends up flying off it. He might mentally think about how clumsy he is, if colliding with the ground didn’t hurt like Hell! “Oi-”

“Shut up.” A man wearing glasses cuts Eijun off, he’s wearing the famous Seidou high school uniform. He has a black cross poking out of his shirt pocket, which certainly shows his status around these parts.

So Eijun doesn’t shut up, in fact, coming upon this realization he brightens up like a thousand fireworks.

“Waahh!! That’s so cool!” Eijun shouts, his previous pain completely unforgotten. His heart is thumping in his chest, though these guys are probably here to ask Eijun if he’s seen any weird aberrations or the like around this particular area. Too bad he hasn’t.

“What time do you go to bed?” The four-eyed boy gruffs, pouting slightly. He has black circles under his eyes, definitely broadcasting just how tired he is.

“...Huh?” Eijun knows this is probably a rigged question, but it’s from the coolest guys in the world! So naturally, he answers. “What time? I’d saayyy….  Ten… thirty? Though I came in a little late at work. So it’s already almost nine, man I’m tired!”

“How tired?” The guy looks unreasonably irritated. How tired? What a weird question to ask a guy after he’s embarrassingly flung off his bike.

“Normal tired? I don’t know? It’s not like, unbearable or anything.” Eijun respectfully replies, a yawn escaping his lips. It’s a strange thing, but at the same time, at least a dozen people either passing by or standing in front of him happen to yawn too.

“Hey, isn’t that a bit weird?” Eijun nervously laughs, though by the way these guys are staring him down, he has half a mind to guess that nothing is funny. So he stops laughing, mouth snapping closed with a bit too much force.

“Why… are you looking at me like that?”  

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Calloused fingers dug into Eijun's upper arm, hoisting him upwards with a little bit of aggression. The act stung, and if he wasn't wearing a long sleeved shirt he'd most definitely have bruises blooming.

"It is weird, to someone who isn't a demon." Replies the glasses wearing one, with a smirk that basically screams "I know all about you, even your super rare blood type." It's off putting to say in the least, and when Eijun starts to squirm it's reasonable. Demon? Eijun is no demon, he's never even been called that playfully!

"I am NOT!" Eijun shouts, flailing some more in the grasp of the elder boy. "YOU'RE TAKING THE WRONG GUY INTO CUSTODY, I JUST WANT TO WATCH THE BASEBALL MATCH!" Eijun, poor poor Eijun who hosts no self control, shouts like a lunatic. He isn't a demon though, all he's heard is the myths about them being every day average people.

Though this four eyed bastard isn't listening, and is instead hauling Eijun away like a princess. It's at this exact point in time everything seems to freeze, and obnoxious laughter causes his ears to ring. Of course that was just a hallucination, he knows it was. Probably the work of the exorcists that are currently holding him captive.

"Okay so I'm tired, we're all tired. You want to make this easier on us? Either way I'm Miyuki Kazuya, and I'll be your partner for right now." Miyuki, the glasses wearing jerk infroms, with a quirked brow. Eijun, understandably, does not want to make this a big deal. But! He also doesn't want to get exorcised! Nothing is scary than the blue hand, nothing! If Eijun gets exorcised, then his family will curse his name and they definitely won't buy him Oden and put it at his alter.

Eijun is most certainly not about that life, and in a quick, slightly impulsive moment, he rips himself from Miyuki's grasp and sprints. He runs at the same speed a bullet would, and boy does he turn that corner insanely fast.

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Kazuya is still recovering from the feeling of scratchy fabric passing through the pads of his fingers, when Kuramochi whacks him on the head.

"I got here as fast as I could, on your request. So where's the lil' punk?" Kuramochi scans all of the familiar faces, and is ready to destroy Kazuya. Kuramochi was at a really good part of his horror movie, and to be unfairly interrupted like that?! Beyond irritating, Kazuya needs punishment. Kazuya deserves death, Kuramochi must honor his family and carry out the deed himself or-

"He ran off. Literally slipped through my fingers. I didn't even see him." Kazuya mumbles, cracking his knuckles. A look of irritation and tiredness have taken purchase on his face, and his rolled up sleeves indicate just how mad he really is.

"Good thing I'm here then, I'll get on that pretty boy." And without much else, save for a nod at Haruichi, Kuramochi is blasting off at the speed of sound. His take off has cracked the already bumpy pavement, and have also pushed Kazuya onto his side.

"How about we get some ramen?" And the sigh of relief that passes through everyone's lips is a perfect answer, and with a slightly angry attitude, Kazuya rises up and brushes his rear off. "Okay let's eat here then."

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Youichi has been in plenty of running competitions, Youichi has been in plenty of races and marathons, but never before has anyone been able to gain so much ground. It's like this kid has been running his entire life with a tire strapped to his back. It doesn't bug Youichi, it actually exhilarates him. It fuels the green haired sprinter more than anything, so it's only natural he activates his faster than should-be-possible sprint.

The brown haired kid he's tailing falls, and Youichi didn't have enough notice to necessarily stop, so he ends up full on BLASTING past the grounded boy. Just his luck too, because it seems a train is about to smash into any possible object that might literally "fly into its way."

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Eijun has shit luck, he has the worst of the world. Proven by how he falls, smashing his nose against the cement of the ground. Crimson red pouring from his injured facial extension. His hands scraped against the ground, and it stings with a special little burn.

Eijun has given up, and he expects to get hauled off his feet, not handed a handkerchief with little puppies on it. He takes it, and presses it against his nose. He's helped up by the beautiful woman, and she grins with a sense of endearment.

"Are you alright? I'm Takashima Rei. You can just call me Rei." "Rei" smiles ever so smoothly, her eyes turning into slits behind her glasses.

Eijun instantly feels relaxed.