KamiJirou-Dreaming

A Load of Fuss, Bother, and Itch

Denki sat on the roof of a clothing store, the chilly Parisian breeze hitting the back of his leather jacket. Over the jacket, his dark moss green flak jacket sat snugly on his body as it held his many essentials like munitions and rations, the three layers of his top keeping him warm in the winter air, hardened leather cowter was strapped onto his elbows. A black neck gaiter and beanie served to both conceal his very distracting blonde hair and as a limited disguise to targets of contention as his sabre was strapped to his back. His pistol, which he only really ever used on the range, was holstered on his right hip as small flashbangs were hooked on the left. Some would say he was armed to the teeth, he would say he was just prepared.

On the other corners sat Kyouka and Kendo, in very much the same dress, excluding the sword and replacing the beanie with a dark hood for Kendo. The trio sat on top of the building, Kyouka observing with her binoculars and Kendo surveying a small map with a flashlight she had procured from the quartermaster, or in layman's terms, Momo. This night was a little on the edge as the trio sat alert; in any moment they could be called into action.

For today was the day of a suspicious meeting of all the gangs in Paris, quirked and quirkless people coming together in the underground of the capital. All classes were assembled to take watch over the City of Lights, from the French third years to the 1st year classes of UA. Apparently, Aizawa wanted to test his students in an actual organized crime scenario.

The crackle of their earpieces jolted the three from their tense thoughts, eyes and ears alert to any signs of danger.

"Regardez bien, jeunes héros. L'ennemi se déplace rapidement,"Kyouka nodded to Denki and went back to her post as Kendo struggled with the translation.

"He's telling us to keep a lookout, right?" she looked at Denki, eyebrows raised as he nodded in confirmation, "He also says our enemies move fast."

A thumbs up as she went back to surveying the map, Denki twisting to survey the street below. On the boulevard, he spotted a young couple walking down the street arm in arm. The lady giggled and lightly slapped the taller man, who's radiant smile was evident even from his high perch. Denki could just smell the bakery to their right and his stomach growled in anticipation for dinner that night.

A small snicker, "Tu a fame, mon petit copain?"

Denki looked at Kyouka, who sat stoic and graceful on her corner, still looking through her binoculars. Yet, even in the dark, Denki could see the small, amused smile on her face.

"Oui, j'ai faim, ma chère," Denki looked back at the street, "Je n'ai pas déjeuné parce que tu avais besoin d'attention."

Kendo giggled, "That comeback was lame, dude."

Denki looked at her with betrayal in his face, "What happened to supporting me?"

"Imagine flirting in French on the radio," Sero's voice crackled to life his his earpiece, "Kinda cringe not going to lie."

Denki blinked rapidly, mouth opening in exasperation.

"I- oh what the hell, let's just get back to work," Denki grumbled, the radio and the two girls snickering at his embarrassed response.

A half-hour passed before anything of note happened. Denki followed a motorcade of cars turn into an alleyway. He watched as car after car swerved into the the dark depths a few clicks to his right.

"Contact, Little Tokyo building," he called out on his radio, "Large motorcade entering the backstreets. Permission to tail?"

"Affirmative, Bravo team go," a gruff voice called back, the noticeable French accent ringing in his ears, "Alpha Team and Omega Team engage phase 2 and cover for Bravo. All teams be aware, the enemy is still largely unknown."