Darkened Sequence: The Dragon and The Hunter

Rider City, America. 11:45 AM.
Tapping his foot impatiently against the ground Kōsa Hoshikuzu growled with impatience. Was this joker always going to be late? It's no secret that Kōsa didn't take his job seriously, but damn — this was just blatantly ridiculous! "Are you fuckin' kidding me?" Kōsa cried out, his arms firing into the air in a comedic panic. "There is no reason for this! C'mon, man! Get your ass here!" Throwing his arms around in a fit of rage, the Sōzōshin drew all nearby attention unto himself. Though, as he began to roll upon the floor — taking things farther than they needed to go — he felt a swift kick to his back. Groaning, and calling out in pain, he rolled onto his feet. "What in the hell was that for?!"

Standing before him, with his head cocked back, a purple-haired soul stared at him with darkened eyes. "Get your shit together, boss — we have shit to do." Speaking hastily, with authority, the individual turned on his heels and began to walk. Kōsa, still wreathing in pain, called out to the male as he walked away. "Hey! Wait up, you piece of shit! What gives you the right to hit me, huh?! Answer me, Mukei!" Lolling his head back, almost immediately after having his named called, Mukei sighed. "If I don't smack you into shape, who will? We both know Daichi isn't going to do it — he just can't be asked, remember?" He spoke out, addressing Kōsa's concerns in a ghastly voice.

"Tch...Whatever! Have you heard from, Kirameki? That bastard's late...again!" Rotating his shoulder, working out the stiffness in the upper portion of his back, Kōsa trailed behind Mukei hastily — finally motivated to keep moving. "I haven't heard anything about his arrival or lack thereof." Turning his gaze forward, after once again addressing his boss, Mukei sighed. "You should probably just go visit him yourself, Draco." Rolling his eyes, immediately after hearing the word "Darco", Kōsa pushed past Mukei and walked further on down the sidewalk. "If I leave Rider City, what's stopping you from attacking that Yonkō? Huh, Gōkana?"

Growling in response to Kōsa's words, Mukei extended his hand and grasped the Sōzōshin by the shirt. "You and I both know that I'll inevitably have to fight him. So, how about you cut the bullshit, Draco? We're in the same position, aren't we? Didn't that stupid bastard wage war against that little military you play detective for? The Dragon will have to fight him soon, too." Pushing Kōsa back, hostility in his voice, Mukei pressed on — anger evident within his eyes. "I can hold my own against him, partner. Kuniharu-Dono taught me well!" Rubbing his neck, where Mukei had grasped his collar, Kōsa gagged playfully. "Loosen up on your grip, will you? Also, cheer up! You'll be meeting you best friend today, won't you?"

Turning around the corner, his eyes focused on the sidewalk, Mukei remained silent. Gekkō? His best friend? Ha! Wasn't that a fucking joke. To be honest, Mukei would kill Gekkō if the bastard wasn't so crafty. Though, who would entertain the brooding soul after the bastard kicked the bucket? Kōsa could take over, but fighting a Tiger was like diving into a shark take with meat strapped to you — a fool's entertainment. "Why don't we just get down to business, cap'n? I can feel Gekkō's energy approaching — he should be here soon. We just need to discuss your old man, right?"