6/21/2003

02:07 AM

Logfile from Chase.

 

The East River Docks

The farther east you go in this part of New York City, the darker it seems to get. Shadows cast by the Brooklyn Bridge and the raised parkway, the F.D.R. Drive, seem to keep this area in constant shade and perpetual semi-darkness. The air is somewhat cooler here as well, nearer to the waterfront. Apart from the South Street Seaport, which is located slightly north of this location, the area is mostly deserted by the tourist trade. Only hardened New Yorkers come here - the ones that can fend for themselves.

Dirt and grime are the keywords as they blanket every dark corner. The smell of fish permeates the air as a number of old werehouses, each probably garnering at least ten different building code violations, line the shores of the river. With so many places to hide and lurk, the dredges of New York consider this a haven.

Sayuri is here.

Obvious exits:

Bowery St. (WE)   The Mended Drum   Abandoned Warehouse

Loitering teens in a bad part of town at night -and enjoying every moment of it. Chase is leaned back casually against the wall of one of the many warehouses in the area, toe scuffing at a crack in the walk. He flickers a glance over to Say before looking back down the street at a pair of men leaned into a car as a 'deal' is apparently being made. "Busy," he comments. "You know, next time we go out, it is going to be hell for me to figure out a way to beat this. Always liked the whole... vigilante thing."

 

Gotta love their game of one-upmanship.  Sayuri's situated in front of Chase as he leans against the wall, giggling every now and then as she casually studies the deal going down out of the corner of her eyes.  "Hai, we'll have our choice tonight, ne Tomi-chan?"  And then she grins evilly, turning her attention from the quick exchange of death for money, and tweaks the seishi's nose.  "I'm sure you'll think of something, lover.  You always do."  She pauses, pondering something, "You know, I've suggested two dates so far.  You're behind.  You'd better think of something good, or I may have to go look for my fun somewhere else."  As the deal finishes and the dealer starts walking away, Say pushes away from the Genbu, following the man at a discrete distance.

 

Despite the time of year, the buyer is wearing a hooded sweatshirt with the hood pulled up, casting massive shadows over his face and hiding the identifying item - the eyepatch. He slowly places the little plastic bag inside the sweatshirt's front pouch as the dealer walks away, and uses the noise of plastic crinkling to cover another noise; the sound of a gun being drawn. The cop behind him, the dealer doesn't realize what's going on until- "FREEZE!" Oh yes, it is the voice Chase should fear above all others, at its most commanding and authoritative. It doesn't help things that another undercover cop, dressed in worn clothes, jumps out from another alley, trapping the would-be muggers and the dealer between the ones with the badges. And there's another cop coming from across the street, apparently finished acting the part of a homeless person. Oh, joy. "NYPD! You are under arrest!"

 

"Yeah, and you owe me a dare still, if we're counting and all," Chase is quick to chime in, giving her a knowing glance. And as soon as she starts walking away, the boy is rolling his eyes at the 'look somewhere else' comment. The girl says it all the time. Yes, Say is beginning to become quite predictable in some ways, but he'd never tell her that -or risk life and limb. As she starts moving away and he starts following after, hand slipping behind his back to finger the handgun back there, he finally begins to take notice of that little familiar tingle at the back of his neck. Finally. Gets so used to it all the time, that he hardly notices anymore. But here... "Wait..." he murmurs, hand slipping out as if to try to still Sayuri, "Say, we'd better..." Ack! Cops! Lots of cops... and worse yet, aniki. "Oh shit."

 

"Who's counting," is Sayuri's negligant response as she pushes up off the wall.  "Certainly not me."  And no, he'd better not call her predictable or she may indeed have to do something to prove that she's anything but.  And Chase probably wouldn't like what she'd come up with, not at all.  She prowls silently after the drug dealer, but there's something about the buyer that has her on edge.  She's slowing to a stop when Chase stills her with his hand, mere seconds before the "NYPD" is shouted out.  Oh shit is right.  She leans back into the seishi, trying to make the best of the situation.  Nothing to see here, just a couple of kids out for a stoll.  In the middle of the dodgiest area in the city.  "Keep your cool, Tomi-chan."  Little does she realize that the Genbu has a close and personal relationship with one of the officers.

 

When has a drug dealer ever been known to stand still? The guy in the trench coat immediately takes off, but is brought down by a running tackle by the homeless cop before he gets ten feet. As he rwrestles to get the guy in handcuffs, the second cop, gun trained on the dealer, approaches and begins the familiar litany. "You are under arrest for drug trafficking and resisting arrest. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up..." And so on and so forth, through all the Miranda rights as the handcuffs finally go on. Brice is left to approach the two, but before he gets two steps he has them identified. "Oh shit," he breathes, unconsciously like Chase. He's got a sinking suspicion about what they were up to 'round here as well. "Rogers, I've got these two!" One of the other policeman yells an affirmative back, and Brice heads right for the would-be delinquent teens, pushing back his hood to let his hair loose and sticking the gun (once the safety's on again) in the sweatshirt pocket. "All right, what in all the hells are you two doing here?" Not pleased, but not exploding yet. Impatient is the word. Also direct and to the point. If you watch your step Chase, you may just get away.

 

Chase was perched upon the balls of his feet, ready to grab Say by the elbow and sprint the other way. Quickly. Very quickly. His hand is already tightening upon her elbow,  head ducking forward to try to hide his face as he mutters to the girl. "Say /nothing/." Notice that gulp at his throat. He finally lifts his head and greats Brice with a broad grin, both hands drawing to the sides. "Yeah fancy seeing you here, Brice... I was wondering when you were going to get those guys. Nice to see you finally at work." Smile. Beaming smile.

 

One, Sayuri never does what she's told.  Two, Brice is at /work/?!  "Oh good God," she mutters, casting an accusatory glare towards Chase.  There's something important that he's forgotten to tell her, it seems.  As the bust goes down right before her eyes, she blinks and then smiles up at Brice, the change in her demeanor quick and almost instantaneous.  "Konban wa, Kent-san."  She doesn't offer any excuses, taking Chase's cue at least in that.  Of course, she's rather lucky in the fact that she's not carrying a concealed weapon.  For all intents and purposes, she's just a normal girl.  Chase is the one who'll have to explain away his gun.

 

"Kent, what's going on?" The other cops have the sullen arrestee on his feet now, and apparently they're waiting for the last of the trio before taking off. Brice digs into the sweatshirt pocket and produces the bag o' Bad Stuff. "Here!" Overhanding it to the cop with his hands free, Brice turns a definite eyebrow-raised Look back on the otouto. "You go on without me, I've got to talk to these two for another few minutes. I can take care of myself!"  he yells, silencing the brief protest. Finally the other two shrug and walk off, leading the dealer between them, and Brice is able to turn his full attention on Chase and Say. If anything matches his mood and look, it's Desi Arnez's 'Lucy, you've got some 'splainin' to do' idea. "So you finally convinced someone to try that idea, Chase." He's been tempted to go with the otouto on the exact same adventure a few times, just to work off frustrations. Part of the reason why he joined the force. "You know, you're damn lucky they asked me to help out on this one." Otherwise there would've been that whole idea of questioning and possibly even searches, which would discover the gun. As it is, Brice knows what Chase has. He remembers the otouto swearing to never leave home without a weapon again. And to prove it, he holds out his hand, palm up. "Give it here. /Give/."

 

Chase can easily explain the gun. If he can't lug the bow around, it's the handgun, because the last time he went somewhere without something like that... well, to put it lightly, he got his arse kicked. Okay so... Chase is not only going to get yelled at by Brice when this is all over, but prolly Say too. And, once more, this was totally not his idea. Well, not directly this time. He fidgets, flickering a glance to Say before it is all eyes on Brice. Having been found out, a slow smile creeps across his face, not looking all that remorseful. "Yeah," he drawls slowly, reaching a hand up to skim through his hair. He'll sigh though at his last words, smirking, and then reaching a hand to his back to pull out the handgun and hand it over without an argument. "But that was pretty good though. Had no clue that one guy was in the alley. He must have been in there awhile to even fool me."

 

Did someone say torture Chase night? That might explain the sudden tingling at the back of Genbu necks as another one of them edges into the area. This time coming from above it seems, a subtle presence that doesn't automatically spike up alarms because it is a familiar one. Kenkichi leans over the rail of the fire escape, arms crossed over his chest as he watches the scene below with a smirk on his face. Just because he didn't decide to join in the fray directly with the trouble twins down below doesn't mean he wasn't keeping an eye out. Watching Brice chew out his brother though, that's just added comedic value.

 

Chase is going to get more than yelled at.  Sayuri's the violent sort, after all.  She steps back from the exchange, still keeping that pleasant, innocent expression on her face.  "Anou... Chase-kun, I really should be heading home now.  It's getting later and otousan must be getting worried."  And she'll try to sidle away from the pair, not at all feeling guilty about leaving the younger Genbu at his brother's mercy.  After all, he's been hiding some very relevant facts from her.  Most namely his oniisan's occupation.  She's not a happy girl, not at all.  "Oyasumi, Kent-san, Chase-kun."

 

Cole comes into the area from elsewhere.

 

Amazingly, though, Brice doesn't seem to be in a yelling mood. Very matter-of-fact and direct, but not yelling. Hmm. Chase might escape with all limbs after all. Putting the new gun in the pocket with his own, he just shakes his head a bit. "We've been here since mid-afternoon. The guy usually comes around earlier, he was late tonight." And Brice has had to act like a scuzzy criminal for longer than expected. "I'm tempted to burn this sweatshirt. Disgusting, but it serves its purpose. And no you don't," he says in his warning tone, reaching out to collar Say - or at least grab a piece of clothing so she can't get away, probably the shoulder of her shirt. And then he's all business. "What did you see? Just the bust, or anything before that?" They get to be witnesses! And no running away before that >.> "You may be asked to testify against him, if more corroboration is needed."

 

Every night is torture Chase night as far as this seishi is concerned. His hand moves from his hair and on to the back of his neck to rub at it. Inami. Great. Head will turn about, glancing up at the fire escape for a moment to look for the other, pick him out, and then sigh. He drops his head back down, only to startle as Say tries to make a get away. He is immediately reaching over to try to catch her elbow once more, entreaty briefly making an appearance. "Are you leaving? Don't-" But Brice is reaching for her, and he'll wince. "Careful, Brice. She bites." Oh, how well he knows that.

 

And she wields a mean dagger too. Chase is definitely not the only one carrying a weapon around here. Kenny leans further over the railing and meets the Genbu's eyes for a second before chortling quietly some more as he watches Brice snag Sayuri. "She bites too? Oh and what were you doing letting her get her teeth that close to you, Chase?" he finally says at last, directing his voice down to those below. Slowly he descends down the staircase without prompting, thinking that he'd only get called to get down sooner or later anyway.

 

Damn.  Witnesses.  Sayuri's father is not going to be pleased with that development.  "See?  Anou, we just arrived Kent-san, we didn't see anything at all."  The night's going from bad to worse, and it has so much potential in the beginning.  She'll continue with the clueless facade, or would have until Chase opened his big mouth.  Stepping back from the older seishi's grasp and trying to loosen his hold on her shirt, she just scowls at the traitorous younger Genbu, eyes narrowing and promising retribution when they don't have such a large crowd.  Yeah, she noticed his brief glance upwards, her gaze following his to take in Inami.  Surrounded by the whole club.  All she needs is for Anana to show up and then their gang's all there.  Or what she knows of them, at least.  "There are you three officers and Chase-kun if you need another witness, please keep my name out of this Kent-san.  Otousan will not be happy if my name is tied in any way to this drug bust."  As Kenny makes his way down the staircase, she's starting to feel mildly outnumbered here.  And she doesn't like it.  "Konban wa, Kenny-san."

 

Brice doesn't need to look up; he figures he'll know who it is soon enough. After all, only a few people would get that reaction out of Chase, and only a couple of those would be in this area at this time of night. But Chase gets a measuring look at the biting comment. "Yes, you /would/ be in a position to know that, wouldn't you?" Yes, Say, you may interpret that comment to mean Brice knows stuff you don't want him to know. "Sayuri, you're already tied in. With us three, it's unlikely that they'll want to talk to you, but I have to record your being here anyway. You don't have a choice in that." Brice lets go of Say's shirt now that he's sure she won't be able to run off, what with him and Kenny and Chase- and oh look, there's Cole, too. "Hello, Detective Marks. Everything's fine, they're friendly. Mostly." Yes, he does have to add that qualifyer on the end ;) "Is everything going all right? They send him off to jail yet?"

 

Actually, poor Kenny more than likely heard a few things that Say was doing with that mouth of her's in the room next to the seishi's as it is. Does Inami really want Chase to elaborate? He levels a glance at Kenny before actually smiling just the slightest. He glances over to Sayuri, and then glances to Brice, "Yeah, she probably wouldn't be all that good of a witness. After all, with the cops all around, I'd imagine that would be all you would need, right?" And yes, aniki is going to be getting the pleading look, 'cause he is fairly sure he is in enough hot water as it is with the girl.

 

Just cuz they're standing around doesn't mean they're crowding Brice, far from it actually. Sayuri for one was trying to get away, but Kenny's sticking to the shadows nearest the fire escape, feeling rather edgy with the number of cops in the area. Sure his record got wiped clean, but that doesn't mean old habits die easy, so the former convict just sort of stays out the way like any old spectator. He's not going to elaborate on any noises heard at the apartment either, if anything he'll just move out and give Chase all the space he wants. Glancing at Cole coming closer, Kenny steps back further along the alleyway like any ol'paranoid.

 

Ah hell.  Sayuri's not in a good mood.  Cole's arrival just adds fuel to the fire.  "Another one of you Genbu, Chase-kun," she asks under her breath.  Damn, they have ties in with the police.  She really must rethink her acquaintance with the boy now.  "A... position to kn-"  She was restraining herself this evening, indeed she was, but that last comment is the straw that broke this camel's back.  "Damn it Tomi-chan, can't you keep your mouth shut for once?"  And now she rounds on the seishi, eyes flashing as her temper flares.  "Why don't you take an advertisement out in the New York Times?  Baka," she mutters, scowling and crossing her arms over her chest.  And she will stare mutely at the ground, jaw locking in her distemper.  Hey, at least she's not beating on him, but only because she's outnumbered four to one.  She may be mad, but she's not quite suicidal.  But there is a silent anger building within her.  Heck, steam is all but rising from her ears.

 

"Friendly?"  Funny, they don't look so friendly, especially that girl over there.  "Riiiiiight," he murmurs dubiously as he shrugs.  "He's on his way downtown right now, I think there's a luxury suite waiting for him."  He eyes about the group one more time, "If you're sure you got this I'll get back, somebody just said something about witnesses and I thought I'd check and see what we've got."  Kids.  They're all kids.

 

Brice glances over at Kenny, understanding his hesitancy and choosing not to call attention to it. "She goes in the report. Whether or not the DA calls her in to testify is his decision." Chase isn't getting away with the pleading now, not when he's /really/ on the job and this isn't a matter of someone going to jail or not. Truthfully, with three cops, the likelihood that the DA'll need Chase or Say is slim to none. And noting Say's reaction to that phrase, all he can do is shake his head. Chase needs to start facing up to his actions, Brice's not taking responsibility for this one. "That's why I said 'mostly'. I know them, don't worry. This is my little brother, for one." He accompanies the declaration with a non-threatening hand on Chase's shoulder. Apparently Brice isn't going to yell for this escapade. "He wants to come to the station one day, see what we do." And make sure Lee is a proper partner for the aniki. Then, to the rest, "Detective Marks and I are in the same department."

 

Chase is going to cringe. Oh, is he going to cringe as realization hits during Sayuri's reaction to all of this. "No, he isn't," he mutters, smirking. He levels a glance down at her though, murmuring under his breath, "Only aniki and nobody else, Say. Really. Heck, I never said a thing about stuff to Kenny, and I live with him." He watches her uneasily for a moment, a flicker of worry at he watches her. Most of that worry is going to be for his own well-being, that is. he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, "Say? Sayuri? Come on. I'm sure you've mentioned stuff to that friend of yours you keep mentioning. Nikki. Right?" But he is blinking at the pressure on his shoulder, glancing up at Brice and then over to Cole with a blink. "Uh. Yeah." But that really isn't on his mind right now, a bit more worried at Say's reaction to things. "You want to hit me, don't you?"

 

"If I remember your American legal system, Kent-san, I can choose to testify, or not.  And I choose not."  Sayuri's recalcitrant as a mule and she's not budging.  "Put my name in that report and you'll get no help from me."  She says all this while studying the pavement, her voice low in her discontent.  And she won't be so easily mollified, shrugging off his explanation.  "Only one person is still one person too many, Chase-kun," she notes coldly, detached even.  And especially if that person is connected with the police department.  "I've told you my feelings about telling anyone things that I don't want known.  And I told you that I wouldn't tell you again."  She lifts her angry gaze finally, the ire evident in her dark gaze.  "I've never mentioned anything about Nikki except that she goes to school with me and that she's cute.  Nothing that could be used against her.  You..."  She trembles slightly with the effort not to do anything to the Genbu seishi.  Turning her gaze away, she steps away from Chase.  "Kent-san, either take me in for questioning or let me go.  Either way, I'm leaving."

 

Cole whistles quietly under his breath, "Right then, I'll let you handle...uh...this."  He bobs his head towards Chase, "Nice to meet you, Detective Kent's brother."  He gives Brice a quick wave, "Don't have too much fun, y'hear?" And then Cole makes his way off.

OOC: Cole says, "sorry to drop in a hardly play, apparently my job has other plans for my weekend than...you know...letting it be a weekend.  See ya'll later"

 

Cole walks several blocks west towards Bowery Street.

 

"Don't worry," Brice mutters under his breath in response to Cole's parting wish. Yeah, Chase may be dead soon. While he wanted the two of them to slow down and /think/ before doing dumb stuff, this goes beyond that by a lot. Choosing not to correct Sayuri's view of the American legal system (she has it both right and wrong), he simply nods. "You can leave if you wish." After all, knowing her full name means people can track down her address if needs be, which there probably won't be. "/Think/ before you do anything else," Brice comments so lowly only Chase can hear, which is good because only Chase is meant to hear. He then steps back, removing his and Chase's guns from the pouch, following that by pulling the sweatshirt over his head to reveal one of his own old t-shirts that Ash likes to tease him about. Balling up the guns in the sweatshirt, he leans against the outside wall of the building. "Hell of a night, ain't it?" is his casual remark to Kenny. Understatement, too.

 

Chase is cringing once more as he listens quietly to her. A protest rises to his lips only to fall off as she continues. A hand lifts to rub at his forehead, but it doesn't ease the distinctive lowering of his 'brows in dismay. As she moves away from him, he frowns and then moves around to only try to step in front of her once more. "Aniki is different, Say. He..." And it is then that Brice's words are spoken to him, causing him to hesitate. "Dammit... You wouldn't understand and even if I tried to explain it to you. You'd just call me crazy again." That and he'd just get yelled at by the others, again. Amazing how he ends up in spots like this. "You've every right to be pissed. Sorry," he murmurs, risking a glance at her again.

 

"Arigato, Kent-san," Sayuri sends towards the police officer with a wry bow.  "Oyasumi, Kenny-san."  And then she'll try to head towards the subway, turning her face away at Chase's words.  "I never asked for an explanation," she notes harshly.  "I don't remember asking for a reason why you felt the need to let anyone else know about our personal life."  She won't meet his gaze, but there's a hitch in her voice as she adds softly, "It really is too bad I can't trust you, Chase-kun.  We could've had fun together."  And then she'll try to step around him, try to walk away from the three Genbu who know far too much about her now.  She should have known that opening herself up to them would end badly.  She's learned her lesson, though.  She walks away a sadder but wiser girl.

 

Goddamnit, /this/ wasn't supposed to happen. Brice knows exactly what the effect of Say's words will be on Chase - and he can't take that. He can't take having the otouto's heart broken /again/. So he gets an idea, thinks- and does it anyway. "Shit," he mutters, tucking the sweatshirt under one arm and taking off. He catches up to Say, loops her and stops right in front of her, grabbing that shoulder again so she can't run off. "Look, I don't know what kind of trust issues you have, but if you're going to blame someone, blame me. I worked it out of him." True, more or less. His intensely rational internal voice is starting to wonder what the hell he's doing, but he just tells it to go do something very uncomfortable and keeps going. Fortunately, he still sounds sane, like he's just presenting facts. "You can trust him. I just know him better than anybody, and I know how to get stuff out of him. /You/ obviously need to learn to forgive, and I'm not going to see you wreck my little brother because of a mistake. So get the fuck over there and talk to him and /work this out/ before I /really/ get pissed." Yes, he starts losing control towards the end, but sighs when he's done and digs a hand through his hair after letting go of Say. "You two can yell all you want at me later. But now, talk, and /listen/." And with that, Brice is turning away and heading down the road, mumbling under his breath and shaking his head. Might've made things worse, but he tried.

 

Chase looks after Sayuri, "Dammit. We did -do have fun together. Sayuri?" But as she walks away he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. A pair of breaths later and he is opening them again and there is the very distinctive glimmer of anger there. "Son of a /bitch/." In once smooth movement, he reaches down to scoop up a crushed can on the walk and hurl it hard into the alley, not quite all that mollified to hear the crash and tumble of debris in there. "Just once..." he mutters, shaking his head from side to side as he simply glares at the sidewalk. He draws over to the warehouse, pressing his back against the wall and then sliding down it to sit at the foot, muttering quite a few censurable things now and again as his head bows down so that hair overshadows his face. He doesn't even notice Brice darting after Say or anything of the kind. Not at all.

 

Sayuri's eyes widen as Brice grabs at her shoulder again, and she about snarls as she tries to twist out of his grasp.  "I can trust him to tell you, Kent-san," she parries quickly.  "Bet he told you all about the car, didn't he?  Did he give a play by play for you?"  She's mad enough to to pull back, tossing her head in disgust.  "I'm not going to wreck him, there's nothing between us to..."  But then she trails off, looking back towards the alley and the teenager sitting there.  She's not soft, she's not... damn it, he's making her soft.  You might as well skewer her and roast her over an open fire, because she's turning all soft and gooey.  "Shit," she mutters, disgusted with herself.  She's a marshmellow.  "Fine, fine, we'll talk."  As he lets her go, she shrugs the shoulder that he'd grabbed on to before making her way over to the seated seishi.  And then she'll poke at him with her foot, and not in a gentle manner.  She's still peeved.  "One more chance, Tomi-chan.  I can offer you that.  Take it or leave it."

 

"All I know about the car is that he stole it." And they had the usual threatening with jail over that. "And all I know about you two is it happened. Go talk." Brice is still heading away, wondering if Chase'll even wake up to hear her. And he's tempted to yell back 'I said TALK! Not THREATEN!' but holds the urge back - one chance can lead to others. Maybe with enough time Chase can break Sayuri down; she needs to learn that people just won't do exactly what she wants them to all the time. This'd be a good way for her to learn that.

 

Chase is going to take out his frustrations on pebbles right about now. Poor unsuspecting rocks. With forearms resting on his knees, he'll take up a pebble from the ground and toss it away with a mutter. Pick another up and do the same again. Etc... He is in the middle of picking another up when he is being booted by Sayuri. He brings his head up to look curiously at her, gaze drifting away to seek our Brice. That moment of confused curiosity deepens while he stares at the man, but he looks back up to Sayuri. At her words he blinks, plants hands flat against the cement and pushes himself up til the boy is standing once more. He dusts his hands off on his thighs and speaks, "You know I'll take it... but I think that I really do need to try to explain some things to you so... this sort of thing doesn't happen again. Okay?"

 

Sayuri's eyes narrow, but she doesn't walk away.  That's progress.  "You're not going to tell me more about the Genbu and the four gods, are you, Tomi-chan?"  Funny that she's a marshmellow on the inside, because she doesn't look all that bendable at the moment.  "Look, I don't care what your reasoning is, you have one more chance.  You know where I stand about you blabbing about my personal affairs.  I won't bend on this, I... I can't."  She stares thoughtfully at the weathered wood of the warehouse behind him.  "I don't care if you're in confessional to your priest, I don't want you talking about me."  She can't understand why she came back, only knew that she had to, and now she's just going to have to try to make Chase less of a liablity.  "Accepting that is what you can take or what you can leave.  I'll give you the choice."  Or perhaps the illusion of one when there really is no choice at all.

 

Chase looks across to her, slowly shaking his head from side to side and answering softly, "No. Something else, but I'll explain it more another time though." His mouth tightens though, flickering a glance over her shoulder to try to pick out the leaving Brice, features softening momentarily, and then he is looking back to Say. "Sayuri, there are some things that come first with me, and always will. They have to be...." Now he'll draw in a deep breath, "I never told him anything about your family or most of what we talk about or any of that stuff. That's your business and between us. The car -that was about me, not you. You and me being together... come /on/, Say. The guy is my brother in everything but blood, of course I'm going to tell him that. People are going to figure it out sooner or later. Hell, did you forget about my roommate? He isn't all that dumb and can figure things out."

 

"Damn it Chase," Sayuri growls looking away.  "Fine, you have other things that come first for you."  And it hurts like hell to hear it though she keeps her feelings carefully blocked behind her bland facade.  "I only have one rule, Tomi-chan."  She's not going to bend on this, and even though it kills her, she can't.  His brother's a police officer, for heaven's sake.  He may have an attachment to Chase, but that same protection doesn't extend towards her.  She's not foolish enough to think that it ever would.  "And I won't compromise on it."  She sighs softly, admitting, "I can't.  If things get back to otousan, he'll uproot us faster than you can say sayonara and we'll be heading somewhere else.  That's why I'm so worried about this police report that'll have both our names in it.  He won't think twice about moving us away again."  And now she'll step forward, closing the gap between herself and the seishi, lifting a hand to cup his cheek.  "And I don't want to leave, I've just found something worth staying for."

 

"When you say it like that, you make it sound bad," Chase mutters, flickering a glance away. He's actually tried to tell her something along those lines before, but she keeps thinking he is insane. "I just... something like an oath, okay? That I've been sworn to do." He is frowning though, flickering a glance away, "I've already asked Brice to make sure everything disappears about the car, and that took... it took a lot, Sayuri. I honestly don't think I could ask something of that from him again, and I'm not sure that I want to. I've already asked so much from him." But he is being torn once more. "Like he said, you probably won't even be called or anything. All kinds of cops were here, and me. Underage girl won't do them that much more good."  But, naturally, it is her last words that practically stun him. His arms slip around her though, head bowing to murmur, "Strings, Sayuri..." he warns.

 

"How's it supposed to sound, Tomi-chan," Sayuri replies with a nonchalant shrug.  "Oath or not, sworn duty, it all comes first, ne?"  She doesn't understand, is there anyway that she ever could?  She looks away at the mention of the car, if her mind had been working properly, she would have wiped down the car thoroughly.  She's not used to major slip-ups like that, nor is she used to relying on someone else to clean up her messes.  "That's this time, Tomi-chan.  What about the next time, or something that Kent-san feels that he can't cover up, what then?"  She truly doesn't know what to make of things, and her confusion has her softening against the seishi's warm body as his arms twine about her.  Until she hears his words, and then she's sighing and pushing away from him.  "Hai, I suppose I do come with strings.  And so do you, ne?  Perhaps we were fooling ourselves to believe we could do this without them."  Sheesh, sixteen and she already has baggage.  "This is becoming too serious, /I'm/ becoming too serious.  I... oyasumi, Tomi-chan.  I'm tired and not thinking correctly.  I'll call you tomorrow and we can talk."

 

Chase's lips are going to twist into a fine line, a faint smirk showing, "Then... we'll just have to make sure that nothing happens that might be... questioned and that'll involve him." Aka, paying a hell of a lot more attention to the tickle. He has been getting rather negligent with that lately, considering how many times he gets tickled anymore. Can't even walk a block and he is feeling something. Reluctantly, he loosens his hold of her as she pulls away. Sheesh, what happened to all of the No Expectations, just have fun attitude. Not even a week... "I'll be waiting for your call then," he replies, leaning in to give her a kiss and then slip away.