"Striker"'s Story

The sirens of Tokyo's police force rung out in the air. A murder had occurred in the Roppongi district, a girl who was walking home from school had been viciously clawed and bitten to death. The police suspect it was an animal attack, however the UGN has stepped in to investigate due to the high concentration of Renegade Material in the area.

Detective Striker had been called to the area to investigate, a cigarette between his lips as his cold end heard eyes stared at the lifeless body of the murdered girl.

"Definitely not an animal attack." He grumbled under his breath, staring down and huffing. "Animals aren't as precise as this. They aren't as...clean. This is no doubt the work of a rogue Overed, or worse yet, a Gjaum." He took the cigarette out, flicking the ashes to the ground. "Better find the fucker before they strike again."

"Aaauugghh.." Dan groaned aloud, uncaring about his surroundings or how he looked. Which was good since he looked like shit and the side-walk he was on was crowded, brimming with disapproving stares. He rubbed the back of his neck as he shuffled alone, staring down at his shoes. It hurt too much to look up, the sun was out full force, violently accenting his headache. His whole body ached though, so it sort of blended into the general mess that was his existence. It was so late, for him anyway. He'd just been switched to a weird post-midnight/early-afternoon shift at the place he worked. Which had resulted in fourteen straight hours on his feet since his relief was late.

Again.

His general pain, coupled with the internal monologue of a tirade he was on left him paying virtually no attention to his surroundings. He'd taken three wrong turns, bumped into six people, and nearly fallen twice. He was too tired to care, though. He was thankful he didn't live too horribly far as he looped his way back towards his ramshackle abode. It might've ended happily enough, passed out on the couch, Vodka in hand, tv on, wearing nothing but his boxers like usual, but of course. He got lost in his head again. He didn't even notice the sirens until-

WHUMP

-That. Yet again he'd walked his way into someone, except this someone was sturdy. They didn't topple over, or back away with a girlish "Ah!", no they stood firm. "Shit." His eyes slowly lifted from the ground, taking in the poor bastard he walked into. Tall, broad, well dresse-Wait, was this guy a cop? He snapped his head around before meeting the strange's eyes, trying to get his bearings. Cops everywhere, sirens, yellow-and-black-tape. Yep, he walked right into a crime scene. "Fuck."

He turned his attention back to the man he walked into, suddenly aware of how rude he'd been to walk into the guy, then proceed to ignore him. He raised an arm to rub the back of his neck again, and offered an awkward smile. "Hey man, listen. I'm sorry, straight up. I didn't mean to cause any trouble, or walk into ya or anythin'. Really, I'm sorry." He started to back up subconsciously.

"FUCK. I am so getting arrested, aren't I?

Feeling someone bump up against his back, his strong and tall stature made it so the bump did little more than shake him. Turning around, the other man was, in fact, taller...skinnier, but taller nonetheless. Detective Striker took the cigarette out of his mouth, flicking it as sparks flew towards the ground away from both of them.

"Calm yourself, you're not getting arrested..." After saying this, he returned the cigarette into his mouth and crossed his arms over his chest with a slight glare in his eyes. "This is, however, a crime scene...I'd advise you stay back from it. It shouldn't concern you."

Saying this, Striker remained in his position of staring with his arms crossed, waiting for the other's response.

"Yahhhhhh! Hwaaaaaa! Take this! CLASH! And take some of these! BASH!" Azuma shouted on the street as she played her game. Each time she shouted some random sound effect the people close to her jumped in surprise, each time she yelled random phrases people would look in her direction with a weird look on their face. Azuma paid to much attention to her game to even care about the looks.

Of course when the final part of her game finally popped up her entire energy seemed to skyrocket. "Tis the final battle Sir Karl The Sun Star Crusader Flashy Named Knight! Today your end of terror ends this day! Today I will be the first person ever to take you out! Face my finishing move! Uhhhh...Flashing Sword Dragon Strike!" Azuma shouted agaain as her fingers flew across the buttons and gave one final shout as her character finished off the boss. At first she was stunned, did the boss finally get defeated? But once the "Victory!" words flashed on screen she jumped in joy and cheered. "Yeah! Oh yeah! I am the best at any game!---" She was about to finish her victory cheer, however she crashed into a police car gut first. Not paying any attention to her surroundings since she was busy celebrating victory.

Azuma held her gut with her arm and groaned in pain to soothe the pain. She had just walked right into a car and crashed into it gut first. Once she realized that she had just walked next to a crime scene, she scratched the back of her head and looked at the other officers with a goofy smile. "Eheheheh...Sorry officers!" She apologized before giving a deep bow and began walking off hoping that her apology was enough. Thankfully the young girl did not see the body since her mind was elsewhere and did not pay much attention to the crime scene besides the cars and officers.

"Hah, man.." Dan closed his eyes and offered the officer a smile and he rubbed the back of his neck. "You read my mind with that. I was just thinking it was about time for cuffs and Mirandas.." His inner nervousness was growing, making him nerous.. He was awful at situations where he almost had to care what people thought, and this was one of the only three foreseeable reasons he'd ever have to. He took a step back, thanking the officer again, and went to turn and leave that he actually saw the scene itself.

Hell.

He froze in place, eyes locked on the body as they threw a sheet over it. "Awh man.." The mangled state and bloodstains did a lot to shake his nerves, but what truly broke his cool was that he'd seen that girl around before, in fact.."Hey, wait a minute, I know that girl! Well..Uh..Kinda..She tried to use a fake ID to slip into my bar like, a week ago.." It was at that part he heard a loud "oof" sound, and swung around in time to spot the clumsy girl. Normally he would've fired off a snappy insult, but considering he wandered into a crime scene..."Hey! You alright, kid?"

Striker took a puff of his cigarette, staring at Dan as he talked. The man must be scared of cops. Either that, or he's a nervous wreck most of the time. This made Striker curious, as he took the cigarette, blowing the smoke out from his mouth. He opened his mouth to talk, however he was cut off by the shock Dan experienced as he said he noticed the girl who was killed.

"Really now?" Striker said, putting the cigarette back between his lips. "In that--"

Just as he was about to talk once more he was cut off from a loud 'oof' as a girl was hit gut first by a police car. Mother fucker getting interrupted all the damn time. He turned around, however once seeing the girl having been hit he felt the anger leave him...just an accident, not some girl tripping over herself like Dan, that bumbling bafoon.

Azuma backed away but upon hearing a man ask her if she was ok she jolted sztraight up before speaking. "I am ok sir! Just a minor pain that has already went away. I am so sorry again for interrupting your scene! Anyways I have to go to school now so bye!" She spoke in a panic and ran away this time.

After running away from the scene, she arrived at Cypress University with plenty of time to spare. Once she entered the building she took off her shoes and replaced them with indoor shoes before heading into the halls and into her classroom. With plenty of time to spare before school starts, she sat down on her seat near the window at the back of the class and pulled out her...game? Oh no...she dropped it near the crime scene! How forgetful could she have been! "NO! Oh man! I dropped my device when I hit that car and I was to busy panicking to realize it! There is no telling how long its gonna take me to get that back.." She cried out before face planting her desk.

However while she was busy ruminating over her lost game, the few students in the class began speaking among themselves. "Hey, what happened to Fujii Suketsune? I'm certain he always came to class early. I mean he is one of our classes model students." A male student spoke up. "Yeah I know! Its strange, but I think I heard him talking about visiting an abandoned hospital to take pictures for some kind of project. He must be there taking his time." Another student spoke up. This caught her attention, some mystery. She remembered that there was an abandoned hospital in the area, She guessed that it would be a good idea to check up on the missing student and maybe scare him a bit.

She got up from her chair and walked out of the classroom. When she walked out of the classroom, Azuma looked around to make sure the area was clear. Once she thought the area was clear she held her hand out in front of her and created an illusion that looked just like her and sent it back into her classroom. Once she was done, she sped off into the halls before stopping at the entrance to swap her shoes for her regular shoes and ran off to look for the abandoned hospital. "I do hope my game is fine though...I don't think I can survive on noodle cups for a few weeks just to buy a new one..."

Dan raised his eyebrow as the schoolgirl scuttled away. "Damn.." he thought. "She's more scared of cops than I am." He shrugged it off though and turned back to the officer he'd bumped into, all joy gone from his face. "Look man..I..I'm really sorry about the girl and all. I need to be somewhere though. If it's alright come by my bar tomorrow, okay?" Dan quickly pulled a business card out of his shirt pocket. It was ratty, frayed, been through the washer a few times but still legible. It the joints name, number, hours, address, all the more stuff.

He extended his arm to the detective guy half to hand the card, and half for a handshake. He didn't like police much, but anyone who'd willingly chase after something that could mangle a body like that...That took guts. "Drop in on my shift, man. I might still have the fake ID she tried to use behind the bar. You'd be amazed how often kids try to pull the shame shit twice."

Dan still wasn't too pleased with his day. The mental strain of running into a crime scene only added to his aching body. Not to mention on his way out of said crime scene he found that schoolgirls little game device..Thing. It was strange to him, he was never one for games and such, and this thing looked so small, so fragile. A lot like it's owner. It was just another headache to him though. How the hell was he supposed to find her to return it? Put up fliers?

He groaned as he pushed his way into his shithole of an apartment. Tiny, poorly lit, and in a mostly rundown part of Tokyo. It was a a filing cabinet for wannabe thugs, druggies, and people who ultimately screwed up their lives. Maybe that's why he resented it so much, he looked around and felt..Comfortable. Felt like he belonged. Most people would be uncomfortable, desperate to leave or improve.

But this was just the hell he knew.

He flopped onto his broken-down couch. Some red, floral patterned monstrosity he'd found on the roadside. It was horrible, but the price was right. He sighed and reached over to the box he used as a end table. Remote, ashtray, and bottle of bourbon on it. He needed it more than ever today. That girl's mangled body was still vividly in his mind. It was all he could see.

He stared out of his window as he poured several drinks at once to save time later. Everything about this move sucked. Especially that creepy abandoned hospital across the street..Place gave him the willies.

Azuma froze when she saw what lurked in the hospital. A large creature with claws, a tail, 4 ears, blue markings and...blonde hair? Well that takes out some of the scare factor from the monster but in the end it did not matter since there was a monster face to face about to eat her or kill her or something horrible. Her inner survival instincts was slowly gaining control when the monster reached out for her. "Hey! Hey you dingbat! Why the hell are you frozen still or better yet why are you not screaming in absolute terror yet? Never mind the less important things, RUN!" Her inner self yelled at her. She looked about prepared to book it but then she heard the monster say something in a twisted and strained tone. "Se..s...t..ra..?!"

Whatever was going on she was not dead yet, of course something about the creature seemed sad to her. Almost like a little lost puppy. "There there, no need to do anything rash. I am not going to harm you, in fact I want to be friendly to you. How are you doing dear Sestra?" Azuma smiled brightly while keeping her cool. She had watched plenty of horror movies, most of the time characters would panic blindly and get themselves killed, but of course most people who stay calm and collected get out alive...most of the time...However her inner self yelled at her. "Yeah, lets make friends with a monster who killed that poor boy who entered here. Oh I have a better idea! Lets make some tea and biscuts and throw a---Are you this dumb! I mean sure you are the friendliest person anyone has ever met for for gods sake me! This is no time to be talking to a monster that wants to EAT you! Or kill you...Or do whatever it wants to do. You have the power to delay this beast from killing you! You got...lasers and light bombs and whatnot! Why am I even talking to you!? Run!" Her inner voice begged her to go but she knew better.Trying to walk back may upset the monster, so maybe a calm conversation and a bright smile would work...At least that's what she hoped. If she had to run she will get injured and her clothes would be ruined then she would have to go to a hospital and then she had to work for ages to pay the bill back. Why was she thinking about that stuff? There is a good chance she could die right here in this old hospital.