Takumi Yusato
Takumi stood on top of a building, looking down on the passing cars. It was around 4:30 in the morning, still being dark, yet there were a lot of people walking around the dangerous city. Half of them didn't know so much about the Gates appearing in Japan a few years ago, and the new vicious races like him that also appeared. Frankly, he didn't care if people didn't know as he didn't really like to socialize with them as he created many accidents with humans throughout the year.
Though there was one person he was looking for out of all the crowds crossing the streets during the very early morning. He didn't know her name obviously, but he grabbed her and took her out of the building he burnt down a while ago when he was supposed to kill everyone. It'd only be expected if someone was after that green haired girl after her surviving such an incident.
'This is all your fault...' He sighed to himself, 'And you know it.' Takumi leaned his head back, his glowing blue eyes watching the night sky that would soon fade once the sun would rise. He killed more innocent lives than guilty, and as a contractor who shouldn't feel anything, he felt culpable, or even someone who should be punished.
"Idiot." Takumi said silently, "Don't skip to assuming something like that. Besides... us Contractors already are punished just by being alive..." Which was true in his eyes, having to kill, having abnormal abilities and then having to pay a certain price. His just happened to be one that caused him pain, "Out of all that I could have gotten... It had to be self-inflicted pain..."
Yes, he hated it all, Contractors, Dolls, Humans, he just hated the fact that he was portrayed as the bag guy, even though it did make sense in some way, "You illogical Contractor." He called himself with a slight disgusted expression on his face as he said so.
Maya Feir Rizzo
"Slow down you moron!" Maya growled while chasing her new target down an alley. This one was a regular being, as she wasn't the type of person capable for killing Contractors, that's for sure. It was a drug dealer, and one who also killed a lot of people, but then again, she killed a lot of people and was also put under the title of a terrorist.
When she finally caught up to a man, she easily grabbed his arm, and pinned it tightly to the wall while she flipped her pocket knife in her hand, "Neh, neh, old man, mind telling me where you hid the rest of those illegal drugs you're selling?"
The man didn't say anything, which got her slightly frustrated, but its not as if she needed to know or anything, "My job was just to finish you off anyways." Without hesitation, she stabbed him right in the stomach. Usually, she'd use her rifle, but that was too flashy, or maybe a pistol, but that'd be too loud. The last weapon she could resort to was a simple knife, "I'm already too used to these kinds of things by now."
A moment later, Maya took out her knife, wiping the blood onto his shirt before putting it back into her pocket again. She knelt down near his dying body and searched his pockets before finding a pack of smokes and smirking, "Ah, this wouldn't be that bad to keep actually, thanks old man."
But right after she put it into her pocket, she heard sirens going off from afar before cursing underneath her breath, "The police caught on that fast... what a pain..." She said before casually leaving the dead man on the far and heading in the opposite direction of the blinking lights.
Noise
Noise didn't sleep that night, a reason why she was awake so early. Yet most Dolls didn't sleep, so she was quite normal to most people who appeared the same time the Gates did. She sat on a chair in the house that she apparently shared with a few other people, some human and some not, with a fan in front of her face.
Her medium was moving air after all, and she tended to stay in moving air as well since she felt slightly more comfortable. Regular humans found her strange, not only her personality or habits, but also her appearance, but it's not as if she would care, or understand. She was a Doll after all.
She heard noises from outside. They were loud, and probably obnoxious to most normal people, though Noise knew that she'd have to find out what made the commotion. It was slightly windy outside, so her specter's were very weak and wavering a bit, only allowing her to see the sight of police cars before the wind faded, and before she wasn't able to see anything outside of her own view anymore.
"Police cars..." She said quietly to herself, "What are... police cars..." Noise had seen the colors flash outside, but never really knew their job, what they did, what they were for, or anything of that sort. Even if someone explained, she knew she'd probably still not understand.