Cloak and Dagger

Case File #2

"Well, you know me but we've never been formally introduced, Momiji. I'm Aiko Miyamoto. 22 years. I'm one of the bartenders here during the nighttime hours and the secretary to the agency during the day."

"Tsubasa Kiranoski. 28 years. To put it bluntly, I only work the bar. Specifically the job of keeping away the undesirables. Just think of me as the bodyguard to this place."

"Sakura Oshiro- though I'd prefer it if you just called me Kura -"

(Yumiisu: Aww~ （＾ｖ＾）does Sakura get defensive about his name?

Kura: Shut your slimy trap! (≧０≦) )

"- I'm 25 years. I'm a detective here at the Cloak and Dagger. Little Miss Drunk Off Their Ass over here is my partner. This place is actually named for us. I'm the Cloak -"

"- and you're looking at the Dagger," finished his partner, flashing a winning smirk despite the faint buzz in his head. "Yumiisu Daitora. 24 years. Arguably the better looking of this partnership."

Kura flicked his forehead and turned back to Momiji absorbing the information. "Besides the point -"

"- We're the Cloak and Dagger! Here to help wherever need be!" the remaining three members joined in, all displaying a content show of smiles and grins.

The memory of late morning still embedded in his head, Momiji observed the lazy day pass around him. He was still trying to put names to faces. It wouldn't be good to forget the names of the people who graciously decided to help him.

My name's Momiji Sasaki and in the course of one day I've met possibly the weirdest people I'll ever meet. I saw something I wasn't supposed to and as a result, I met the members of the Cloak and Dagger. A detective agency by day, bar by night. I don't know which is more dangerous.

"Sakura, think fast!"

Not even a second later, a knife was embedded into the far wall, just above Kura's cranium. Furious, the blond jerked his head to face the smirk of his partner as he sat lazily atop the counter space.

"Yumi, no throwing knives in the bar," Aiko warned, shoving the knife-thrower off the shiny mahogany who displayed his protest with a cry of dismay. "Kura, take a walk or something. We can't have you in an undesirable mood when a client shows up."

"You mean if," Tsubasa walked in, throwing open the door. She threw down grocery bags near the bar stools. "You're not exactly a famous organization. That and the fact we're on the outskirts of Shirashizu- basically the middle of nowhere. Yesterday's job was a fluke."

"If it was such a fluke, then why'd we end up on the front page of today's news?" Kura tossed the packet of papers to the bouncer, twitching with a tinge of disappointment as she caught it easily. However, he regained a sense of triumph when she set it back down on the countertop and meandered off, unable to provide an answer.

"Don't go around starting fights. I told her you two were too much alike." Aiko was shaking her head, abandoning the bar for a minute only to return with a freshly cleansed pair of children's clothes. "Momiji. I washed your clothes this morning. So you don't have to wear Kura's oversized shirts." She giggled, noting the too long sleeves and overall image of Momiji drowning in white cloth. "You can go upstairs to change."

The little blond grinned with utmost gratitude, the perfect image of child innocence. His bare feet thumped against the wooden flooring as he darted to the second story, smiling profoundly.

"Why are we taking clients anyways?" Yumiisu was wiggling the knife from the wall and sliding it in a sheath inside his boot. "We have the kid to take care of."