My wings. Aizawa X OC also goes by The memoirs of Shoku Ginga

Ch. 5 Familar Ribbons

  I had had a long day all, I wanted to to was have a stiff drink and sit alone with my thoughts. But Mic had different plans ... He was currently dragging me by my arm to a new spot for drinks. I expected this new spot to loud and " poppin." as Mic likes to say. As we arrived I noted the place was literally underground. Mic and I are in our civilian clothes so nobody could recognize the sound hero. Mic had on light colored jeans and a blue band tee while I wore dark wash jeans and a black long sleeve V-neck shirt with a brown leather jacket. As they walked in I was pleasantly surprised at the dim lit place. The bar at the far back with tables both close to a stage and further back for privacy. The stage was occupied currently with a young man singing a hauntingly slow song. The song itself was very ... sexual. " This isn't a sex club is it Mic?" Throwing his head back in laughter Mic shook his head no. " It's a burlesque club. And they are usually a bit louder with interesting dancing and scantily dressed women but this one acts more like a coffee house poetry reading in it early hours.

The girls they hire perform songs sometimes and dance as well as the few men here. The wild shows are certain days of the month and holidays." I took this all as I watched a new person take the stage and start to sing. The music and the atmosphere weren't bad and I liked the quiet dark vibe of the place. " I'll get us drinks. Pic a table." I mumbled making my way to the bar.

Grabbing Mic a mixed peach something and himself a scotch on the rocks I made my way to the table. We chatted and nursed Our drinks for a while before Mic had to go, leaving me alone like I wanted to be. It wasn't that I didn't like the loud blond ... it was the fact my mind was full of a heroine and I couldn't figure out my feelings for her. Leaning back in my seat I watched the stage scotch in hand. The next performer came on with a partner. The first sat by the piano with a guitar and Mic. The other stood center stage with a mask on her face as two long ribbons were dropped from the ceiling. As the Guitarist started to play a cover of Creep by RadioHead the other disappeared until the lyrics started. Twirling down the ribbons the other came gracefully performing to the music.

The aerobatics were beautiful to watch ... but a nagging feeling he had seen this before stuck in the back of his mind. The scotch wasn't covering the taste of black coffee he had had this afternoon with the heroine who again was flitting through his mind. As he took the last sip of his drink it suddenly clicked he had seen similar movements this afternoon .... he needed another scotch... because there is no way it's her.

As the woman in the ribbons got halfway down the music scratched... well the vocals. Stopping her dance down her head swung to the guitarist who had frozen. The performer wrapped in ribbons signaled to the musician to continue to play. Righting herself in the ribbons she started to sing picking up right where the recording would seem left off. She continued to slide feet first to the stage lading silently without a disruption in the song. It was impressive and intriguing. Aizawa decided he would be back as the performance ended. He stood and headed to the door.

As Shoku met with the welcoming sight of her apartment. Where she could sit in comfort and send the information to whom had requested it. Slipping through the crack in her window that she left for such occasions.

As her bag came crashing to the floor Shoku took note that she had traveled quite a ways with a duffle bag full of clothes meaning her endurance had grown. Leaving the bag in it's place she walked to the desk. It sat in the corner of her living room overlooking her balcony. Scooting her Orange tabby cat Edd to the back of the chair with a pat as he chirped at her for the disturbance. Taking three sheets of handmade paper from the stack at her desk and she had written the info for all party's needed she folded them into small origami Moths sending out her quirk to deliver accordingly.