[color=black]Darkness was always the perfect time to go away for a while, a way to sneak away from the life of secrecy to get out and simply enjoy the fruits of labor. Even to the man standing under the Gambit's bar sign it looked like a nice place to relax and catch up on time with oneself, maybe join in a couple of jingles with the patrons. Before the man even thought about taking a step forward his right arm betrayed his statue like composure and felt the handle of the pistol in its holster, he would walk into the bar holding it, he would order a drink holding it, he would be merry sing, dance, and drink but he would still be holding it. As taught where he came from the only time that gun leaves your sight is when were prepping your for burial, as Master would always say. Nonetheless with his right hand gripping the pistol handle nestled tightly into its holster the tall figure with the angel white hair and smooth looking skin walked towards the door. With his left hand he reached for the handle and gave it a solid t

*tug, it opened and allowed him access, gradually he made his way around the surplus of chairs and table only to come to rest and the coutner. Standing there for moments on end his eyes perused the selection and there his Master favorite and an item he stole from Masters supply closet all to many times. A bottle of Japans finest Sake, with out even speaking he pointed to it the bartender a gruffing looking man stared at him and then handed it to him. "Thank you good sir", said the man with the angel white hair, he took it in his left hand, his right still clasped around the gun. Quietly the man took a seat near the back left corner where he opened the sake and sat praying before taking a sip straight from the bottle.

The man wanted to let go of his gun he wanted to be peaceful and civilized but how could one do it in a world were war, famine, and death streaked the air and land marks. His left hand shuddered as he brought the sake bottle back up to his lips. Taking a sip he noticed the ginseng in it and how fresh it tasted it was if it was made for him and him alone.

[color=black]Darkness was always the perfect time to go away for a while, a way to sneak away from the life of secrecy to get out and simply enjoy the fruits of labor. Even to the man standing under the Gambit's bar sign it looked like a nice place to relax and catch up on time with oneself, maybe join in a couple of jingles with the patrons. Before the man even thought about taking a step forward his right arm betrayed his statue like composure and felt the handle of the pistol in its holster, he would walk into the bar holding it, he would order a drink holding it, he would be merry sing, dance, and drink but he would still be holding it. As taught where he came from the only time that gun leaves your sight is when were prepping your for burial, as Master would always say. Nonetheless with his right hand gripping the pistol handle nestled tightly into its holster the tall figure with the angel white hair and smooth looking skin walked towards the door. With his left hand he reached for the handle and gave it a solid -c-[/c

tug, it opened and allowed him access, gradually he made his way around the surplus of chairs and table only to come to rest and the coutner. Standing there for moments on end his eyes perused the selection and there his Master favorite and an item he stole from Masters supply closet all to many times. A bottle of Japans finest Sake, with out even speaking he pointed to it the bartender a gruffing looking man stared at him and then handed it to him. "Thank you good sir", said the man with the angel white hair, he took it in his left hand, his right still clasped around the gun. Quietly the man took a seat near the back left corner where he opened the sake and sat praying before taking a sip straight from the bottle. -e-

In the afternoon light the angel haired man stood outside the door his hand locked around his .45 magnum beyond this door where creature that no one could even imagine. Stories where told at the Dojo about such species but never had he truly encountered any. His job was simply to dispatch rival gang members and now and then a Vampire or a Werewolf but that was from the shadows. Far away, would they be able to smell the blood of their fallen friends on his hands. Kaito became skeptical at first before his hand grasped the door handle, maybe their senses weren't omni-present. Slowly he pulled the door open the smell of cigars and cigarettes, and spilled alcohol it wafted straight into his face causing him to take a step back and cough. Raising his head he brushed smoke clouds aside with his left hand, by nature he was always holding his gun it was law in his Dojo. He walked towards the bar requesting for a fresh bottle of Sake to be brought to his table and then he turned around facing the bar -c-

[color=red]his attention being drawn to a table near the wall it seemed to be abandoned everyone obviously favored the tables by the windows and the door. Kaito pictured a quiet perfection as he walked to the table, a barmaid walked by and he snagged his Sake off her tray, and gave her a salutation while walking to the table he chose. When Kaito reached the table he grabbed at the collar of his black leather jacket and pulled it off having to remove his right hand from his gun for a split second. After being free of the jacket he laid it over a chair, not wanting to hold the gun any longer he simply pulled it out of its holster along with the broken butterfly pistol and sat it on the table. His white button down shirt was opened exposing his chest which was wrapped with crimson stained bandages, his hair white as a perfect cloud flowed down his neck and back it was brilliantly long. His face unscathed almost a beautiful one to look at. Bandages were common in his attire some of them where wrapped around his wrists and o

*on to his gun where if he wanted in an awkward fight he could toss the guns by the bandages and pull tripping the plunger and unloading a shot to where ever he was aiming. His pants were white and unmarked, he walked in simple tabi's. Kaito yawned and then sat down crossing his legs he put his finger down into the trigger piece of the gun and spun it around staring at everyone with a welcoming smile. -e-

In the afternoon light the angel haired man stood outside the door his hand locked around his .45 magnum beyond this door where creature that no one could even imagine. Stories where told at the Dojo about such species but never had he truly encountered any. His job was simply to dispatch rival gang members and now and then a Vampire or a Werewolf but that was from the shadows. Far away, would they be able to smell the blood of their fallen friends on his hands. Kaito became skeptical at first before his hand grasped the door handle, maybe their senses weren't omni-present. Slowly he pulled the door open the smell of cigars and cigarettes, and spilled alcohol it wafted straight into his face causing him to take a step back and cough. Raising his head he brushed smoke clouds aside with his left hand, by nature he was always holding his gun it was law in his Dojo. He walked towards the bar requesting for a fresh bottle of Sake to be brought to his table and then he turned around facing the bar -c-

his attention being drawn to a table near the wall it seemed to be abandoned everyone obviously favored the tables by the windows and the door. Kaito pictured a quiet perfection as he walked to the table, a barmaid walked by and he snagged his Sake off her tray, and gave her a salutation while walking to the table he chose. When Kaito reached the table he grabbed at the collar of his black leather jacket and pulled it off having to remove his right hand from his gun for a split second. After being free of the jacket he laid it over a chair, not wanting to hold the gun any longer he simply pulled it out of its holster along with the broken butterfly pistol and sat it on the table. His white button down shirt was opened exposing his chest which was wrapped with crimson stained bandages, his hair white as a perfect cloud flowed down his neck and back it was brilliantly long. His face unscathed almost a beautiful one to look at. Bandages were common in his attire -c-

some of them where wrapped around his wrists and on to his gun where if he wanted in an awkward fight he could toss the guns by the bandages and pull tripping the plunger and unloading a shot to where ever he was aiming. His pants were white and unmarked, he walked in simple tabi's. Kaito yawned and then sat down crossing his legs he put his finger down into the trigger piece of the gun and spun it around staring at everyone with a welcoming smile. -e-

Instinctly his right hand wrapped around the handle of the magnum it was only natural when being spoken to. He looked up once but then returned to the bottle of Sake his hand and the gun still in the same place, though it would be tough to control a shot coming from the side. "I'm the Japanese, James Bond", he whispered a small smile indenting on his cheeks. A saying that he had longed for ever since he graduated top of his class in the Society. But as Master Ni always said Namaka your attitude will cost you dearly one day. Remeniscing over that saying caused another smile to surface after the half smile. He continued to stare down at his bottle wondering why the person had come towards him anyway and then he recalled being interesting and looked up again his pale grey eyes taking in the weird helmet, "I'm about as interesting as a heart attack", he whispered taking another drink of his Sake.

Kaito looked up over his sake bottle he didn't shake hands and it wasn't to be rude but he shook his head towards the hand. "My name is Death, my name is Sorrow, my name is Lust, my name is Massacre choose one", he whispered lifting the bottle up to his mouth taking a quick sip. Kaito had come to drink and simply drink he wasn't into informal meetings he knew no one he didn't want to know anyone. He wanted to remain the man in the corner with the pale grey eyes that never lets go of his gun. This was harshing his look and purposely to be rude he turned his head away from the mechanical catastrophe. "Excuse me but why am I being found so interesting I am merely human, stuck in a room with other creatures and monsters alike", he muttered shaking his Sake bottle. It was running low and so was his patience he hated being bothered especially by those interested in him maybe he really did look like an angel with a gun.

Kaito stared at her and shook his head, "Yeah I would like that, and I'm sure I'm not the only human here", he whispered taking another drink of his Sake, "I would really like just to be left alone", he whispered taking another swig of his Sake.

Kaito's eyes raised as he took her in it only took a second for him to decide, with his left leg he kicked the chair across from him so that it slid out across the floor. "I guess", he whispered taking another drink.

Just as he had before Kaito found himself coming back and forth to this bar it was odd. For most of his time he spent it training the hours of day and night away but this daily break from routine was adjusting quite nicely. He felt no need to grasp his pistol these people meant him no harm and there was no one who would quarry with a human such as him. Though he was humanly weak his aura and beauty glowed as if he was an Earthly Angel. The same table and the last of his sake bottle still sat on the table back against the wall anxiously he made his way back over to that same table. The aroma of cigars, liquor, and spilt ale lingered about the bar its usual aroma. Kaito sat down laying himself across the bench his back to the wall laying his prized broken butterfly pistol on the table. He put his hand on the trigger and spun it around with his index finger. After a few sips his sake was bled dry and he hailed the bartender whom remembered him from hours before and served him a fresh chilled bottle.

[color=teal]Kaito threw the bandages from his arm towards the pistol where they immediately snagged around the trigger the gun was on safety so that no unnesscary deaths came back to the Societies reporters. He pulled the bandage the gun sliding into his hand from there he threw it back and forth like a yo yo he sat there doing the same thing for several minutes until boredom took hold. After a few seconds of the boredom he reached over for his chilled Sake bottle and opened it up taking a big chug. Curiousity took over him as he watched the people up at the front of the bar he didn't simply watch them he examined them and their habits how they acted around normal people and from there he tried to gauge their secrets with common detective precautions. His eyes left the bar and went straight to the fire place it was left alone with no company to keep he wondered why no one was enjoying the warmth from the fire. Looking about the room he took in the ratio of humans to creatures and realized that vampires outnumbered him.[

Darkness was always the perfect time to go away for a while, a way to sneak away from the life of secrecy to get out and simply enjoy the fruits of labor. Even to the man standing under the Gambit's bar sign it looked like a nice place to relax and catch up on time with oneself, maybe join in a couple of jingles with the patrons. Before the man even thought about taking a step forward his right arm betrayed his statue like composure and felt the handle of the pistol in its holster, he would walk into the bar holding it, he would order a drink holding it, he would be merry sing, dance, and drink but he would still be holding it. As taught where he came from the only time that gun leaves your sight is when were prepping your for burial, as Master would always say. Nonetheless with his right hand gripping the pistol handle nestled tightly into its holster the tall figure with the angel white hair and smooth looking skin walked towards the door. With his left hand he reached for the handle and gave it a solid

[color=red]tug, it opened and allowed him access, gradually he made his way around the surplus of chairs and table only to come to rest and the coutner. Standing there for moments on end his eyes perused the selection and there his Master favorite and an item he stole from Masters supply closet all to many times. A bottle of Japans finest Sake, with out even speaking he pointed to it the bartender a gruffing looking man stared at him and then handed it to him. "Thank you good sir", said the man with the angel white hair, he took it in his left hand, his right still clasped around the gun. Quietly the man took a seat near the back left corner where he opened the sake and sat praying before taking a sip straight from the bottle. The man wanted to let go of his gun he wanted to be peaceful and civilized but how could one do it in a world were war, famine, and death streaked the air and land marks. His left hand shuddered as he brought the sake bottle back up to his lips. Taking a sip he noticed the ginseng in it and how fresh i

*it tasted.