Eighteen

Chapter 12

Scene of Catastrophe

"Get up Scale we have an assignment," Ren's voice pierced through his door. A day had passed but it did not make the throbbing in his chest go away, soulless killer or not it hurt to tell a life-long friend you were finished being friends.

Yato rolled over in his bed grabbing the mask from the floor beside his bed. His back was still seeping, the regeneration was even slower now because of the refusal to eat anything really. The white half still shined out as if it were a polished pearl and the black half seemed to suck the light away as it always had a strange combination that worked. Its metallic exterior was cool to the touch and the leather inside was still very flexible and fresh to the smell.

A large roll of gauze padding was atop the dresser in the corner of the room, a gift from Miza to keep the wound in check since he was not eating. Without a sign of hesitance he wrapped the pad around his torso several times over until it was almost a compress, even though crimson still seeped through it. He frowned staring at the injured area, the red hue flowing from both his chest and back still aching like a dull thud.

'I am an idiot. If I cut off all ties, why am I even trying to act morally high?' the blonde commented grabbing his typical jeans and randomly colored tee shirt from the dresser. He slung a windbreaker, blue with white stripes down either sleeve, over top of the gray shirt. With a quickly flip of his head his spiky blondish hair rearranged to something more manageable than bed head.

"Get out here," Ren opened the door. He was in a black tuxedo, with all the trimmings black tie, white long sleeved dress shirt, freshly polished black shoes. His glare at Yato's casual attire made him cringe slightly." Damn it! Put on a suit for god's sake!" the blue-green haired man shouted shutting the door.

In a minute he pushed back in a fresh tuxedo present upon a hanger in his hands. It was almost tailor made for Yato's dimensions almost eerily, he however took it from the long time friend. He headed back into the room a moment later.

"Where are they?" Nori asked herself leaning against a freshly lit lamp post. The sky was just darkening, night was about to fall and where they were going if you were not in by then you were not in at all. Her purplish-blue eyes quickly looked down the street to see two finely dressed young men walking down the street, their hands holding mask.

"Kept you waiting huh," Ren commented holding out a silvery metal mask to the teenager. Yato noticed it was Nori and quickly froze, her smile and acceptance of the mask was something that was unnerving.

"You knew him all along?" Yato asked slightly angered. He still carried no emotion on his face, a reflex from the past few weeks but still it was there. Nori smiled flipping the half mask over her eyes, the purple fading out behind the small slits in the beak-like mask.

"Well sorta, my brother and him were best friends for a long time. He asked me to come with you guys as a getting out of the hospital gift so I did," Nori commented nonchalantly the dark trench coat over his body whipping as she turned around." What have you been up to Yattori I missed seeing you in the hospital," the little white lies continued.

"He's been doing things in Aogiri that I don't want to explain and you really don't want to know," Ren commented calmly slipping his personal mask up over his face. It was a crescent moon rising up over his left eye, a black backdrop rising over his right and pretty much the other portions of his face.

"Aogiri stuff right? Man, you two are way to private about that," Nori huffed as they started to walk down the street a confused Yato still holding his mask at his right side. The city was still bustling but no one even notice the word Aogiri in the middle of the sidewalk.