The sky was dark, but the lights of Tokyo illuminated the night. Even as the hours entered into the new day, the night life did not break. People lined the streets and laughter and talk filled the air. The busyness and urgency that Tokyo was known for had been set aside as leisure time had taken its place. Shige, however, was not there for fun.
He walked briskly, his trench coat fluttering behind him allowing the cold night’s air to plague him. The cold didn’t seem to bother him as he continued towards his destination. He kept his head straight, but every patron he passed on the sidewalk, his eyes flashed towards them, taking in their appearance and looking for familiarity. It was a long shot, but he couldn’t ignore the possibility that they had went out for a drink afterwards.
It started during his and Andrea’s date. A mysterious man who darted whenever Shige came across from him had been in the area around Andrea’s apartment. The territory did not belong to Lucifer’s Reckoning, but Shige’s turf was not too far away. He had completed his own investigation of the area, but found nothing that could lead him to answers. Answers were what he needed more than anything now.
Only a few hours earlier, Shige’s right hand man, Rei Sanjo, had been attacked. Two guys had overpowered his friend, and luckily Shige had come across the beating just in time to intercede. Unfortunately, the two guys had bolted before Shige could get his hands on one of them to get them talking. One of the guys happened to be the same guy Shige had been continuously running into lately, the same one from the apartments.
Shige was winding through the alleys now. Fences and junk debris didn’t slow his pace as he effortlessly climbed and jumped over them. Blood spattered on the ground indicated that he had arrived back on the scene. He stopped and looked down, yet his eyes darted around at his surroundings and his ears picked up the smallest of sounds. Someone was coming.
Around the same corner that he had rounded earlier that a day, a man appeared. He had his coat drawn up tightly around him and was blowing into his hands to warm them. Shige acted immediately, lunging out and grasping the man’s coat, twisting it into a strong grip. The man’s hands went to Shige’s wrist as he tried to get Shige to let go. The man was taller, but Shige had his rage on his side. He pulled the man closer and peered into the man’s face. There was no familiarity. With one shove, he had let go of the man, much to the man’s surprise, and had already continued on his way. He should have known that they would not have returned. It had been hours since the attack. The best he could do now would be to survey the area and see what surrounding gangs could say.