Akira's Apartment (Private)

[arios]

{Description}
A loft apartment, giving a view of the Kusa no Kuni capital, is where the person known as Akira Higure lives. There are two large bookcases, filled with books ranging from fiction to historical accounts, near the far wall. A large window opens up to a balcony, near the kitchen, which is fully stocked with many kitchen utensils for various culinary masterpieces. There is a wall that has many slots for various weapons to be placed, but the only one that makes regular use of the wall is Akira’s Chokuto, Nagori. A large leather couch, with leather arm chairs sitting beside it, takes up the main part of the room. A desk sits in the corner, with many writing utensils scattered across it. Sometimes, a notebook sits on the desk, full of notes about memory. Here is where Akira rests between jobs, and where he prepares for the next one.

[arios]

Early Morning

Lying on the couch, Akira Higure was making notes in his memory book. He had had another dream last night; but the only detail he remembered was blood. As he wrote in the diary, the door opened, and his friend Tenchi entered very quietly. He went straight to the kitchen, and the purple haired mercenary, for want of a better word, looked over at him and said loudly, “Found anything?”

Tenchi dropped the apple he had snagged in surprise, then quickly caught it and stared at Akira. “How did you-?”

“You know the answer to that already,” Akira said, closing the diary and tossing it to the desk, approaching his partner. “Did you find anything?” he asked again.

“Not a lot,” Tenchi said, “No one’s hiring right now, so that’s two weeks in a row. I managed to track down a bar that J visited, but they know nothing.”

“Damn it,” Akira said, grabbing an apple and biting into it, “He’s not going to make this easy for us, is he?”

“Nope,” Tenchi said. “So, what are you going to do today?”

“Train,” Akira said, “I’m going to the forest for a bit of perfecting that lightning stuff J taught me. Do you have the book for it?”

“I think it’s on the shelf,” Tenchi said, finishing his apple. “In the meantime, I’m going to check the bars for work. There might be something in there.”

“Don’t go to that fat ass who thinks he can order us around,” Akira warned, grabbing one of J’s various books on ninja arts. He grabbed his coat, his weapons pouch and Nagori and left the apartment, gearing for his training.

{Exit}