Bullet Train

Peachy

The woman adjusted her dusty rose suit jacket over her black bodice top, casually yet meticulously scanning the few early passengers waiting to board the bullet train to Kyoto. Her associates would be arriving soon with an important package and she had to ensure that it was transferred onto the train with grace and subtlety. Dealing with an unconscious person, especially a very important unconscious person, was going to be tricky but she had planned for this, selecting the quiet car to avoid any unwanted chatter. Additionally, she had been sure to arrive early so there would be as few people to observe the awkward proceedings as possible. This precaution was now being put to waste by her brothers, who–she checked her watch–were already three minutes late. The woman huffed, blowing a stray lock of dark brown hair out of her face. Her blue-green eyes scanned the growing number of people, finally spotting the two tall men fumbling with a shorter one, hanging limply between them. The woman hurried to meet them, activity putting herself between the strange trio and the greatest number of eyes possible. Luckily, no one seemed to have noticed anything unusual.

"Took you long enough."

"Come off it, Peach." Tangerine grunted at her, his three piece blue suit getting rumpled by the man's arm slung over his shoulder. "It's not easy dragging this dead weight around."

"Yeah, and besides, we've just had quite a time getting this one back here." Lemon complained, readjusting his grip on the unconscious man's waist.

"I'm sure I'd love to hear all about it on the train." Peach emphasized, gesturing in mock and strained politeness towards the nearest car door.

"Yeah, all right love, no need to get gripey with us." Tangerine's mustache curved in a disgruntled half smirk and continued dragging the man forward. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a woman quirk her brow in curiosity as she observed them, but shook it off and he and Lemon followed Peach to the quiet car. They dropped the man into a seat and took the booth across the aisle from him.
"Well," Peach said as she slid into the window seat across from him, Lemon settling in beside her, "so far, so good. We've got the money, you've brought the son. All that's left now is to get to Kyoto." All three of them jumped a little as a shaky man collided with the snack cart, muttering an apology in Japanese before heading further up the train. In the commotion, Tangerine sneaked two Taiyaki off the cart. This was a problem of his. As he did so, however, he saw the woman he had spotted earlier slip a few things into her own pockets. As her hand flashed to the trolley Tangerine caught a glimpse of a sleeve of angel tattoos from under her blue bomber jacket with pink flowers on it. For a split second they shared shocked eye contact before Tangerine was distracted by the attendant apologizing sweetly in Japanese. He smiled politely at her and glanced over his shoulder, only to find the woman gone. She looked so familiar but he couldn't quite place her. Her eyes were certainly not something he would forget. Left eye brown, right eye green, both containing flecks of gold he realized. Tangerine was snapped back from his thoughts by Peach's scolding.

"What the fuck man?" her eyebrows creased. Tangerine looked down, having completely forgotten he'd stolen something again. He sighed.

"Why'd I do that? It's like I got a compulsion or something, I have to take it if I see it." He chided himself as he tucked the packets into the pocket of his overcoat.

"You need to talk to someone. Serious." Lemon stated, adjusting his own matching overcoat. Peach snapped her head to observe Lemon's clothes more closely.

"You've got blood on you, Lemon!"

"Oh shit." Lemon looked down at his right shoulder. "Shit mate! Who the fuck did I kill?"

"Are you hurt?" Peach leaned towards Lemon in concern but he waved her off.

"Don't worry, s'not mine."

"Oh, what, it's not yours?" Tangerine raised a quizzical brow.

"No, I don't bleed." He said matter of factly.

"Oh, well, in that case leave your jacket open, let everyone get a good ol' look." Tangerine's voice positively dripped with sarcasm.

"Yeah, I want everyone to see my tie." Lemon explained. Peach smiled and leaned back in her seat as the other two continued arguing. She was glad to see her brothers. She had hardly even spoken with them since before the Bolivia job. She still cringed at the thought of it. To her, this line of work needed a more delicate touch and cutting people into pieces with a chainsaw was far from that. She preferred the more classic yet refined technique of drawing her victims in and finishing the job with poison. In truth, she had more than one reason to be on this train.