Midnight Coffee, Always Watching

Chapter 3: Chamomile and Spear Mint

(Tuesday: 12:37 am)

-When Hiei never appeared at his bedroom window for the evening, Yusuke decided to take it upon himself to do a little digging. He got on his suede jacket, pulled on his sneakers, pocketed his house keys, and began down the stairs heading for outside. He paused when he noticed his mother was still wide awake laying down on the living room couch, her dark browns darting to him with a confused flicker in the shadow of the television static.-

Sneaking out?

Hardly. Since when do I ask you when I decide to go for a midnight walk?

I'm a little too aware. Where are you off to exactly? If your off to get into another gang fight Yusuke, at least tell me in what neighborhood so I know what police station to come pick you up in...

-It was partially a joke, the woman while regularly worried about her son had become accustomed to his odd hours. It was like this unspoken agreement that Yusuke wouldn't get into any legal trouble if he always came home, and always at least tried to go to school the morning after. Then again, the woman had gone to the dark tournament, and even though she spent much of it a lush, she was a bit too aware of the boys new second life, one she tried not to interfere in too much. The boy snorted mumbling softly.-

Yeah yeah, I'll make sure officer Smiley doesn't pick me up. Don't go having any of your gang leaders following me tonight, I have something I need to look into.

...Something of the supernatural kind?

-The woman ignored her arrogant sons comment about her connection to the Yakuza for a moment, her brain more swirling with what Yusuke might be getting himself into this time. She sighed and flicked off the television, deciding to ask another question before he could answer her first.-

Does this have to do with your little friend who comes to visit you at night? I always hear you both talking into the late hours before you go to school.

Eavesdropping on me now mom?

Not really, your just a bit too loud when you shout back at his quips.

-She smirked before sitting up, coughing softly before reaching for her cigarette pack, popping the top open and shaking out a death stick. Yusuke rolled his eyes as he watched the woman light up, shoving his hands annoyedly into his pockets. While he got her to slow down on the drinking from dying, it was clear she wasn't giving those up.-

Look, if you don't want any of your street boys getting jumped, tell them NOT to follow me tonight; I mean it.

Now you have me even more worried. What kind of case do they have you on now?

Its not a case, personal business. I'll be back in about an hour. I just don't know how messy its going to get and I bet your boys don't want to be seen near shady warehouses. Get some sleep.

-Mumbled the 17 year old as he saundered off out the door. The woman sighed, shaking her head some before taking a deep drag, moving the clove scented lung burner from between her lips to between her middle and index finger on her right hand, rolling her eyes.-

Damn him... hes going to be the death of me.

-She said that, but her worry never ceased. While she was tempted to pick up the house phone and make a quick call to her Yakuza associates, she decided to respect his wishes and left it on the hook. Of course, she intended to badger him when he returned, he wasn't going to get away with his delinquency that easy, even if it had a purpose. Several blocks down, Yusuke attempted to use his limited spiritual awareness to sense what types of spirits might be out and about in the night as he walked towards the docks a half an hour away. He immediately realized what Kurama had been talking about; In the distance, he could sense many low level demonic energies huddled in the direction of the wharfs and warehouses, causing him to sigh.-