Assassin! Ishimaru Kiyotaka

"Like yer in love with me"

Filled with a dimmed buzzing sort of loneliness, his dreams were near nonexistent. Swallowed by the viscous void, his senses were drowned out by the tv static darkness enveloping his vision, filling his mouth and nose, stuffing his ears like cotton. He recalled seldom of the past, of the anxieties of the future. There was no recollection of the passage of time, as in his dreamless state, time meant nothing. He could breathe easy, his mind could be clear.

After tossing and turning uncomfortably in the leather passenger seat, Kiyotaka had been able to fall into a single restless hour of sleep, curled into himself, pressed into the corner between the door and the edge of his seat.
But with the rush of the surface steadily approaching his subconscious, breaking free of the safety blanket his mind drew over him, his eyes snapped open.

He awoke staring out the window, his eyes struggling to focus on the dimly lit junkyard that lay outside the comfort of the car. The heavy warmth of a thick wooly blanket-like item that had been laid across him threatened to drag his subconscious back into the void of dreams, a comforting warmth keeping out the biting cold of the dewy morning.

Hissing in pain, he pushed himself up in the leathery seat, his mouth dry and pasty, his neck spasming with the pain of laying wrong for too long. Mondo's jacket fell from his shoulders, the golden thread glistening in the morning light. The all too familiar scent drifted off the item, of strong cologne, motor oil, gasoline, and the faintest hint of cigarette smoke clung to the heavy garb, as if the very thread had been weaved with the essence of the biker.
He would have to remind himself to return it later, tucking it under his arm.

He rubbed at the knot absentmindedly, suddenly aware of the change in scenery and the petrifying loneliness he was succumbed to in the quiet car.

Across the grime coated floor, littered with broken machines and half rotten scraps, Kiyotaka spotted Mondo in what looked to be an invested conversation with a scrappy old looking man. His shirt stained with grease spots, sweat stains darkened from time and exposure along the collar and around his arms, and whatever else disgusting spots. The man was about mid 40's, heavily balding, the harsh lines around his mouth and the corners of his eyes indicated he rarely smiled, heavy brows shadowing his already-shifty looking eyes.

Noticing Kiyotaka's awakening, Mondo trotted his way over to the car, leaning down with one hand on the roof, and the other cradled in the curve of the open window.

"Hey."

His voice was soft, calming, a small smile gracing his lips.

"Hey," Kiyotaka responded quietly, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
"How are ya feeling?"

Kiyotaka thought about it for a moment, really thought, as the veil of sleep still encompassed part of his mind, he couldn't give a definitive answer,

"Uhm.... I'm not sure. Not really better, just... less worse. How long was I asleep for?"

Mondo chuckled softly at his response, the soft smile that broke across his expression making Kiyotaka's heart flutter softly.

"Just an hour er so. I found someone who'll give us a decent deal fer the car, all we gotta do is move the shit out."

Kiyotaka let his hand drop to his lap, staring down into the darkened floorboard as recollections of the night came flooding back to his subconscious that, for a few seconds, was so blissfully quiet.

".... yeah."

Mondo's brow furrowed with worry, the smile faltering slightly. He moved his hand to brush against Kiyotaka's jaw, a motion he thought would be comforting, but halted with his hand in the air, hesitating, and eventually withdrawing it again to rub the back of his neck,