Missing Aura of HOMRA ( K Project - Mikoto Suoh x OC )

Page Five - Inspection

The night still hanging on to its last few hours  before the sun begins to slow raise to alight the skies in its hues of orange, reds and yellows. However... the clouds cramming together in the air slowly getting thicker and thicker into a mould of white and grey, matching the fog pulled through the streets of the quiet city. 

A ghost town unless within the bright lights of the red district at this time, many would say.

Homra's exterior eerie, outside's streetlights nearby flickering as the area stays silent. The fog almost acting like a soundproof barrier, trapping every sound within its grey mist. Inside the old, English styled bar however has only the silent murmuring and the dripping of water deafening while most of the red clan members stay sleeping in the rooms above.

"Yeah... Thanks... See you soon." Izumo mutters into the device sandwiched between his left ear and his palm. He pulls it away, sighing, adjusting his sunglasses before chucking the device onto his previous' bar countertop. "They'll be here in about ten minutes."

"Good, for I don't know how much more I can be of use." Tatara sheepishly smiles weakly, wringing out the flannel, ridding the material of its putrid, yet old, dried, crack blood. "To think, Ralasi-chan was going through all this pain for years... and we thought she just ran somewhere..."

The bucket filled with rippled, crimson liquid.

Mikoto blowing a puff of grey smoke from his mouth while his cigarette stays perched between his lips - body planted on the closest red bar stool to the walls' comfortable sofa which is now completely occupied with first aid boxes scattered on the floor around Tatara's feet whose knelt over the sofa. 

The sofa, occupied by no-one other than a sleeping, or an unconscious Ralasi. A thick blanket covering her from the tip of her toes, to just above her bare chest which has succeeded in reducing the goose bumps lining her skin, - arms tucked underneath.

Her eyes fluttered closed, with the metallic gag still lodged around her mouth which extends back behind her ears and fastened tightly to her skull, tugging on the skin resulting in a deep gash red. The skin of her right cheek tugged abit too forcefully - tearing the fragile layer.

However, her once ember hair, unrecognisable due to the blood clotting between the strands, sweat visible by small beads of liquid falling loosely down the strands, dirt and grime twisting the strands into the deeper colours - removing the ember from view, vomit bubbled and cracked dry and urine coaxing and matting the once luscious locks. 

Tatara having wrapped the sofa in a thin sheet covering before Izumo brought her back.

"You haven't said much." Izumo notices, stepping up with crossed arms to Mikoto whose eyes are directly on the girl who vanished years ago. The blanket upon her chest barely moving to show the shallow breathing.

Mikoto doesn't reply, taking another drag from his cigarette. However, his eyes flicker between emotionless and a small spark of anger.

"I can't blame him, Izumo-san." Tatara murmurs, rubbing the cloth against her visible neck which has trails of dried vomit upon it - only to reveal faded, purple prints dotting the pink skin.

Fingerprints in place of strangulation.

Failed or submission?

Minutes pass, and the silence is tense. The slight glow of the outside sunrise beginning to filter through the blinds hung upon the windows. Disinfecting the small scrapes upon her neck with sizzling antibiotics from the first aid kit, before wrapping her neck in bandages. "There... I can't do more than that."

The sudden engine of a vehicle outside, alerts the trio and the atmosphere gets impossibly more tense and rigid - but it isn't all hostile.

Homra's unlocked bar door peels back, allowing four people, dressed in smart attire dyed blue. Mikoto leans forward slowly, dragging his eyes from Ralasi towards Reisi Munakata whose alert, and ignores the red clan immediately on entrance, his eyes lodged on the unresponsive girl. His sheathed blade jutting from his side.