WHO: Youji and Ken
WHAT: Collecting a wayward kitteh
WHERE: Market
WHEN: After Ken's first entry, take two
How many weeks had it been, since Youji had stumbled through the alleyway behind Weiss' house, covered in Ken's blood and carrying his lifeless body? How long had it been since Omi shut himself off and ran away? It had to have been at least six weeks, because Youji's hair, shorn off in a fit of angst, was now curling down below his ears. It still wasn't down to his shoulders, as it had been upon arrival. Hell, that had been a whole year ago.
He had half a mind to punch Ken before the jerk could even say hello.
Logically, he knew that people disappeared and reappeared all the time. Case in point, both of the Ayas that had shown up. That was still weird to think about. That didn't stop him from being angry, though.
Now, where was he? Youji had told him not to move.