Post by Junko Takashi on Jun 20, 2012 1:49:34 GMT -5
He could smell rain in the air. It was strange because the weather forecast stated bright and sunny skies for the rest of the week. He squinted, gazing across the horizon, and noted the sun caused the scenery to become like a mirage, fooling his eyes with things that were or were not in the distance.
The sun shined down its unbearable warmth. Sweat beaded and dripped down the back of his neck. Like any stereotypical gamer, the man took haven in cold, air conditioned rooms filled with only the glares of the computer screen. Just the thought of it send shivers down in spine. In a pleasant way.
The outdoor ramen stand was cozy but ancient. The tables were of old wood and the bowls mismatched. The customers were often old men who came to pass the time. It did not bother him though because he often came here to forget about life.
The little stand offered little shade. However, since it was indeed his favorite place to eat, he put up with the summer heat and ordered another ice cold water.
Junko shifted in his seat which creaked loudly under his weight. The raven haired man stared aimlessly at the ramen in front of him. The noodles drifted around so freely in the dark broth. He poked at the little treasures that hovered on top, teasing him. He jabbed one with his chopstick and dramatically ate it as if it were a battle scene.
He chuckled and then glared at another floating piece of delicious meat. “You’re next on my list, mister.”
A yawn escaped into the air somewhere far off, and the sound of someone walking down a mixture of various pavements could be heard. This really shouldn't have caused much alarm considering the location, and even if it did cause some sort of attention, the slate haired doctor that had caused it to slip didn't quite care enough to address it. Walking down the street with a - now what in the world could be in a bag that big- erhm- a "long obscure back pack" of sorts slung across his back, Dr. Yamagoe yawned yet again and continued his slow trek through Shinjuku.
Though to those that knew him whether briefly or whether not it may have been rare to see the doctor outside of his more designated 'area' of Akihabara, it wasn't impossible to find him elsewhere. That being said, he was far from the type of person to simply go out and enjoy himself- considering that took too much work, but for certain cases including getting a recent package from a friend that was now residing in this large -..."body bag" would almost describe it now wouldn't it? Heh... yes this large bag, Dr. Yamagoe went out.
That didn't mean he had to like it, though.
Oh hell it's so hot out.... Dr. Yamagoe yawned again rolling his eyes upwards at the sun and willing it to darken somehow. Someone really needs to come up with blinders for the sun and be done with it... A smirk crossed Ikki's lips briefly as he thought about this and how much money he could possibly stand to make on it if he actually went through with it. Ugh but the Environmentalists would throw an absolute fit... bunch of pansies... Ikki grumbled a little under his breath and directed his purple eyes downwards again.
“You’re next on my list, mister.”
Ikki's ears had tuned in at a rather peculiar moment, but the surprised look on his face was there for only a second or so before eyes found the person- or rather back in this case- responsible for the words. The man didn't seem to be addressing anyone..."Planning on becoming the next Noodle Whisperer? Ikki snarked a little out loud not bothering to keep his words to himself.
Last Edit: Jun 21, 2012 16:29:29 GMT -5 by yamagoe
Post by Junko Takashi on Jun 21, 2012 21:37:33 GMT -5
Good thing, he had switched out of his usual business attire before heading out in the afternoon. Taki was sure that the back of his t-shirt was looking particularly disgusting today, not that anyone could tell because of the dark color it was.
The man glanced over at the corner of the shop, casually observing the old men playing a bit of Chinese chess. The bald one grinned mischievously as he moved his piece to the right. The one with the head full of white hair gasped and glared at the board as if searching for an answer. To most people, this interaction would remain unnoticed. However, to Junko, it was a comical way that life presented itself. Some people worked themselves to death, and others like the two old men enjoyed their life, oh so happily.
He cocked his head to the side. In the air, it hung a different type of footstep. It wasn’t the slow, yet light steps of the elderly or the giddy footsteps of a teenage school girl. It was heavier, like a man who was carried something that thumped against his body. Adjusting himself in his old, squeaky stool, he took a quick glimpse over at the stranger. Tall, attractive man, seemingly intelligent with those glasses of his. But he had an arrogant face too.
Junko grunted and continued to poke at his meatball which was escaping via soup. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, pausing behind him and he tensed. Planning on becoming the next Noodle Whisperer? Junko snorted at the stranger’s tone of voice and turned to face the him.
His eyes caught sight of a quite a large bag thrown over the tall man’s shoulder. Junko’s curiosity was peaked immediately. He was currently looking for new ways to steal information or perhaps even increasing the field in which his job consisted on now. But mostly, since he did not feel like it, he was looking to kill some time before heading home.
“Planning on murdering somebody and stashing them in that baggie of yours?” Junko asked, raising his eyebrow. “Or maybe you already have?” He leaned forward a bit and took a quick jab at the mysterious item. He was half relieved; it seemed nothing happened.
What I'm needing now is some s w e e t r e v e n g e to get back all that I lost then.
What Ikki Yamagoe had been expecting for a response was anyone's guess. Truthfully he rarely thought that far in advance when speaking, and that was usually when he was in a medical debate or something of the like. However, as the man turned and seemed ready to address him, Ikki simply reflected one of his more habitual smiles- something not quite friendly but presentable enough to most people and claiming an almost professional air depending on the scenery. Though the doctor was out of his general lab coat and scrubs, he wore an managed white shirt and dress pants not quite medical but not unprofessional at least, and thus his general demeanor and clothes matched as they should have- or rather as he willed them to -almost obscurely- do so. The only real thing that through off his appearance really happened to be the bag he was carrying, and really that wasn't his fault.
The words that followed from the man's lips actually brought a rather twisted smirk to Ikki's lips if only for a brief moment before settling into something more amused than not. As the jab came to his bag, Ikki frowned briefly before looking over his shoulder at it. "I don't do that kind of dirty work," Ikki replied wielding a coy tone that almost argued otherwise. Really he didn't like to get his hands dirty with any sort of killings, but considering he was a surgeon, he was already expected to have blood on his hands in some form or another.....
...Which somehow managed to remind him of Hanako, damn it. Stop it he mentally willed himself also mentally kicking his brother-in-law for having managed to stir up old feelings again after what felt like an eternity anyways. Resisting the urge to rub his temple, Ikki settled for a dry sigh instead before smiling again. "Though I'd be happy to show you what's inside if you like," the doctor continued speaking finding that it was the quickest way to get his mind off the matter that had brought itself upon him so sharply. "Though it'd probably kill your appetite, heh."
Post by Junko Takashi on Jun 22, 2012 0:22:28 GMT -5
To Junko, the strange man appeared to be slightly stiff and rehearsed. He recognized the forced, business smile because it was something he was also familiar with it. There was nothing wrong with it, but perhaps he made the lanky man a bit uncomfortable.
In a world overrun by gangs, he had developed a sort of business persona to deal with others. He had worked his ass to get the valued reputation he had now. Unfortunately, his employment relied solely on the dreadful bunch of criminals themselves. Then again what gave him the right to judge his fellow man? He also fell deep into the criminal world. For Heaven’s sake, he stole and sold information willingly to any man or woman who had the cash funds. And he did so without much regret.
Stabbing a rather large chuck of meat with his chopstick, Junko nonchalantly took a bite out it then tilted his head back to meet the man’s eyes. Hn, such an unusual color. Something was oddly mesmerizing about them, but he quickly cast aside the thought and munched away.
Junko gagged, caught by surprised by the stranger’s next words. The lump of meat slid down his throat the wrong way, making him hunch over in a coughing fit. Junko never expected to receive an invitation to see what is actually in the bag. In fact, it was rumored around here just a little while ago that some gang members were up to no good. He preferred not to listen to gossip but it was always so interesting when he would recognize one or two names.
“I would love to see!” He exclaimed much like a little boy on Christmas morning; his brown eyes lit up and a grin broke out on his face. “You might be surprised but, man, I can eat through anything. Take a load off.” He patted the seat next to him. “You look like you’ve been through hell and I’ll bet walking around with that big ol’ thing isn’t helping you in this summer heat.”
He grinned, running his fingers through his messy hair. “Well, c’mon stranger, no need to be shy.”
What I'm needing now is some s w e e t r e v e n g e to get back all that I lost then.
The sudden coughing fit that was produced caused two emotions to come to Ikki, though he only allowed one of them to dominate for appearance's sake. "Are you alright?" the loaded line slid out of the doctor more habitually than not though it wasn't like he had an expectation yes or no. However, as the man recovered and exclaimed that he would love to see what was inside, Ikki blinked- a rather surprised but not quite shocked appearance coming to his features briefly before fading back into something more amused.
The invitation that followed caused purple eyes to slide sideways and stare at the seat briefly. Ugh these outdoor things are just asking for infestation with germs and--- But it wasn't like he was about to break out and do surgery here either. But but but... Come on now, he could be sociable for a bit. Who was it going to kill, and hey maybe he could get another slave friend to do his less desired work. "It is somewhat warm out..." he agreed after a brief moment. Warm was the understatement of the year, but Ikki wasn't one to admit discomfort, usually-- even if that caused him to take more medication than even he would prescribe, hah. Somehow managing to convince himself, Ikki looked sideways at the man again. "I'm coming, I'm coming, hold your ramen," he replied with a tone that wasn't quite sarcastic but maybe a bit more exasperated than he would admit to.
Sitting down obscurely on the seat next to this man, Ikki stopped a moment before smiling again. "Ah, how rude of me, my name is Dr. Yamagoe by the way," he smiled before actually sliding the large bag off his shoulder and setting it down. As the bottom of the bag hit the ground, a large 'klunk' sound escaped causing Ikki to stop and frown briefly. "Oh well... not too breakable, hm?" he smiled not exactly addressing Junko but instead whatever was in the bag itself. After a moment, fingers found a zipper, and the sound of a shrill metal on metal vibrated the air for a brief moment before the bag opened and revealed....
....A...manican? Or was it an enlarged doll? Or... was that a real......? It looked like a male human body encased in glass and drowned by some sort of opaque yellowish liquid, but it appeared like all the skin had been cut off revealing muscle tissue and frayed nerve ends here and there. The entire thing only went to the being's knees and it seemed whatever calf muscles there had been and whatever feet there had been were cut off. "Lifelike isn't he?" Ikki asked smiling tenderly. "I got him from a friend of mine. Don't worry, it's not a real body," he reassured laughing lightly. "Just a very magical gelatinous replica with various animal muscles made to look like human muscles just for effect...." the doctor smiled proudly pointing to a label on the top of the container that gave a various description. "A college of mine is having me baby sit him for a little while as he gets a few rooms situated," he laughed clearly enthralled by his own words.