See no Evil/Hear no Evil/Speak no Evil {Sara, op.}

[Sanada Tomo]

[takes place between "Run This Town" and "Unfinished business".]

It had been a while since she had visited the red light district in Tokyo, and longer since she had been there on business. This was Ishii Shoko's part of town, and had she not acquired a new appearance recently she would have worried about being watched.

...she was still being watched. They were being watched.

Since recovering from Ilreg's attack on her layer, she had felt...encouraged to do more training. She could never compete with a Dragon one-on-one, but she could try her best to hold her own. An image of Yomi filled her head, her blood flowing freely from the wound in her stomach - she could not allow another attack like that to happen again. Not while there was so much going on, with Arashi, Tai, Shoko--

Shoko.

Tomo was confident in her ability to protect Sara, however, and had no problems bringing the woman with her. It was dark out, with it being so late at night. Tomoyo did not worry about the men around her. Shoko did not have much of a demonic following, and anyone valuing their skin wouldn't approach her. The humans...were expendable, and they would be expended if necessary.

From the train, Tomoyo led Sara to one of the more secluded alleyways of the district, despite the shadow of people - men looking for a brothel's shelter, women searching for their dealers. It was a place that Tomoyo typically enjoyed. Unfortunately, she was sure that they wouldn't make it through to their destination without being called or propositioned. She sighed a bit, wondering how many of the eyes on the two of them were Shoko's. Whether or not he was watching her himself - her rank of demon couldn't be determined unless he had a Seraph or another Balseraph on hand - perhaps an Elohite - and she highly doubted that he would be capable of commanding anyone more powerful than himself.

She didn't want to take any chances, though. She had taken chances with Ilreg, and see what that had gotten her?

[Akuma Sara]

The wrong side of the tracks, every place has them and this was no different. Two questions were popping in and out of her head on the way and while they were walking to where ever they were going: Why here and what was eating Tomoyo. Anyone not speaking on the way to this place here must had something on their mind. She could feel it that something was wrong. Another thing that she was noticing that The Hell King before her was doing was being very observant. Like she was looking for someone or making sure someone wasn't watching them. It was making Sara uneasy and truthfully, this wasn't the spot or the time to feel uneasy. She had no problem to handle anyone that might approach her the wrong way but she hope that it didn't have to come to that.

But being Sara, she couldn't help but pry on what Tomoyo was worried about. She didn't want to invade her mind ---she wanted to live to see another day, thank you --- so she did the normal way of learning something. She asked directly. Clearing her throat loud enough for Tomoyo to hear, she asked "Something on your mind?"

[Sanada Tomo]

"Yes," Tomoyo said, and that was about all of the answer that she was going to give.

The two of them kept moving. A few men, stragglers certainly, decided that they were going to approach the two of them, as she had thought previously; but her magic was good enough--a transparent barrier stretching a few yards wide convinced them that they had something else to do. They were humans, after all--anyone who wasn't persuaded by her magic was obviously protected by Shoko.

"You're a long way from home, Demon," she heard from behind her.



Grasping Sara's arm roughly, she turned them both to face the form before them. "I am," she said. She smiled. "But I think the trip is worth finding what I've been looking for."

"Here to kill the Master, then?" the man (creature, perhaps) said, stepping forward.

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to." He began to smile, still walking.

Despite his sneer, Tomoyo held her ground. "Are you challenging me?"

He scoffed. "Unlikely. Today is not my day to die."

Tomoyo nodded. "...so then...?"

"He knows you're here. I'm just being a dutiful messenger. Leave now."

Tomoyo chuckled. "Psh. Unlikely," she repeated.

Then the man was upon her, threatening her personal space. He took another step forward, their noses almost touching. Tomo wondered if the overbearing approach was supposed to intimidate her. It didn't. She was leagues stronger than anything that Shoko could throw at her. It had always been the traitors Itsuki and Kasumi that had concerned her. "In case you want my name, it's Riki."

Tomoyo crossed her arms, clearly letting him know that he needed to step back. Sara would be fine; if the demon hadn't done anything by then, he wasn't going to. "I didn't ask. You are not who I came for."

"So I hear you're in a bit of hot water these days. New King in Heaven is on your ass and that's why there happens to be a lack of interaction between the Realms."

"Hm." If Shoko knew about that, then there was no reason to discuss it with a lowly messenger. "Do not speak of things you do not know of."

"Oh, but I do know," Riki laughed--she doubted that was his real name. "How's life with your new husband? How does he feel, knowing that he's fucking the same bitch that Shoko did?" Tomoyo rolled her eyes. That tactic was the best that he could come up with? Shoko was obviously behind on the news. He was scrambling for information. That was what would get her in--he craved attention, and now other things were happening that made him less important; he didn't know what those things were.

Ha. He still thought Ren was alive.

Tomoyo's smirk belied her superior position. "Where is he?"

Riki's face began to falter. "You won't find him." He began to step back, realizing that the Yami-ou was not phased by his words. But too late--one of Tomoyo's hands caught the edge of his suit in an instant, forcefully pulling him closer.

Then she went for his neck with her free hand. He tried to parry, but he was easily overpowered, wrist twisted before he could prevent it. Then the free hand was around his neck, pressing tightly. "Listen, you dirty Impudian--I want to know where he is. Right now." There was enough air passing through to his lungs for him to speak, but he wouldn't. Instead, he was clutching, scratching, sinking his nails into her hands. It would take more than that for him to make her let go. "Which building?" She was sure that there were kekkai set up here, to lead her in the wrong direction. She was going to find him eventually, but she wanted to avoid the hours of searching and testing and possibly, fighting decoys. He was known for that. "...you're not getting loose. Now, please."

"You bitch," he growled at her.

But Tomoyo wasn't to kill messengers, even arrogant ones. He hadn't overstepped the boundary yet. "Sara," she called. "Burn him."

[Akuma Sara]

So many names were threw around that Sara couldn't keep up with their conversation. She was becoming overwhelmed from the whole thing but luckily she wasn't part of it; although who ever this man was, he was getting close. Too close for her comfort and judging from Tomoyo's actions, her's as well, because she was keeping her close by.

"How's life with your new husband? How does he feel, knowing that he's fucking the same bitch that Shoko did?"

Holy Shit, she's married!? Was the first thing that popped in her head when she heard that little sentence. It made her pay a little more attention to what ever they were talking about. But by time she was able to pay attention, there were no more words as Tomoyo had the man by his neck. Sara didn't know know how strong she was till now.

"Sara," and the young woman instantly looked at Tomo's lips, "Burn him" Just as fast as she heard it, Sara looked at the man in front of her and pointed her free hand at him.

"Sorry" her hand glowed faintly, fire coming from the tips of her nails as it surrounded him in a bright enough flame. She figured that Tomoyo would alright, being the King of Hell and all.

"You are going to let go him, right?" she asked.