Thirteen years ago...
The rain pelted down hard from the heavens over the city of Tokyo, to most people, the rain didn't bother them, they just went about their everyday lives with the only inconvience the rain could offer was getting them drenched.
Over at the Yanaka Cemetery, however, the rain that fell over the area left an impacting effect on the people who had gathered there around a freshly dug grave. As a coffin was lowered into the hole and filling the whole with the same soil that was dug up to make the grave in the first place. In a few days, a tombstone would be placed near the grave, but for now, family and friends huddled underneath umbrellas, all of them dressed in black and said their final farewells to the late Yuuko Miyazuki.
A woman whose life was tragically taken by someone or something, the police still have no idea who was responsible for her murder, the only witness to this heartless act of violence was her young six year old son, Kiyoshi. Needless to say, Kiyoshi was traumatized by the whole event, and had no recollection of the murder, the doctors beleived that his mind had mentally blocked out the memory of the incident due from the intial mental shock of the attack and the murder happening so sudden.
So alas, there was no evidence, clues or leads to who was the culprit and was forced to close the case. Three weeks on led them to here, where his mother was being laid to rest, holding on to his father's hand tightly while he forced himself to be strong, to hold back the tears that were on the verge of being released. His father gave his hand a reassuring grip, letting him know that he was still here beside him, after all, he was just as devastated as his son.
As the priest continued his sermon, Kiyoshi's eyes were drawn away from his mother's grave to glance in the distance. There, he saw something...
A glowing woman in white flowing robes stood in the distance, looking up at the heavens intently. Her hair floated in the hair yet there was no strong wind to cause it, it also moved like water, giving her an otherworldly presence about her.
She stared in Kiyoshi's direction with her peircing colbalt eyes, as if she had known he was looking at her. Kiyoshi shyly released his father's hand and hid behind him in fear.
"Kiyoshi? What's wrong?"
"There's...There's someone there, she's looking at me." Kiyoshi whispered.
Kiyoshi's father looked straight at where Kiyoshi was pointing yet he saw nothing but an empty lane with tomestones on the sides of the path. "Kiyoshi, there's no one there. Are you feeling alright?" He turned around and bent down to Kiyoshi's level.
"B-but-!" Kiyoshi blinked and looked over his father's shoulder, she was still there. She laughed so softly that it sounded like a quiet chime. After that, she turned around and faded away into her surroundings, as if she was a ghost.
"...." Kiyoshi didn't say anything, he was too weirded out by what he just saw. It was quite thankful that he didn't have to stand there dazed for long as the Priest was finished and the grave was now completely filled in.
Everyone began to leave the site of the grave for shelter in the shrine. "C'mon, son. Let's go inside, then we can go home." Kiyoshi's father picked him up and carried him away from the grave. As the grave grew more distant with every step, Kiyoshi peaked over his father's shoulder, still looking at where his mother was now resting for eternity.
"Oi, Kiyo!" An abrupt voice broke through and the scene turned to white.
Shinjuku Police Station
"Huh? Did you say something?" A nineteen year old Kiyoshi blinked in confusion, tearing himself away from his memories.
"You alright, pal? You looked like you were in a daze." A fellow policeman, only a few years older than Kiyoshi, out of all the policeman within Tokyo Police HQ, Aki was the kind of person that Kiyoshi could trust with anything.
"Yeah, I guess I just decided to go down memory lane when I should be finishing off this paperwork. My god, this is depressing...I'm a member of this police force and I'm always stuck to a desk!" Kiyoshi sighed loudly.
"Heh heh, don't let it get to you. I'm sure the chief has his reasons for it. I mean let's face it, you still faint at the sight of blood, right? That's no good to us if you decide to pass out while on active duty." Aki leaned on the desk while smirking.
"I already told you, I can't help that." Kiyoshi hotly retorted.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Aki waved his hand carefreely as if he heard this all before. "Oh yeah, did you hear the latest on TV? Apparently there was this murder in the Shibuya area, and get this, the victim has no bullet wounds, or any tears or cuts in the clothing, yet there was a clear slice through the chest!" Aki shared some information with the young police officer.
"Really? But...isn't that impossible? Surely there must be some kind of visible opening where the weapon had made contact." Kiyoshi looked confused.
"Yeah, I thought so too. Apparently though, when they brought the victim in at the morgue, none of the clothes had any cut marks or holes. So we know the culprit didn't use a gun, but there's still that clear cut on the chest, if a blade didn't do that, then what the hell did that?" Aki nodded.
"Hmmm, did you say this was in the Shibuya district? There's been a lot of strange things happening there lately." Kiyoshi noted.
"Tell me about it, it's starting to freak the locals in the area out. So the chief has ordered nearly active member of the force to catch this psycho before he strikes again. Oh, and we're expecting an American to help us out." Aki placed his arms behind his head.
"From overseas? What did we do to get that kind of attention?" Kiyoshi questioned.
"Hell if I know. Chief says this guy knows how this killer thinks and moves so he hopes that he'll help us catch the 'Shibuya Shadow Killer'. Heh heh, like it? I made that up myself." Aki shrugged.
"How original." Kiyoshi joked.
"Aw c'mon man, I worked hard on that name." Aki pouted. "Anyway, isn't it time you went home? You're already working overtime by two hours."
"But, I still have this paperwork to-" Kiyoshi pointed to the last pile of papers before Aki growled softly.
"God damn it, Kiyo, forget the papers! They'll be there tomorrow and it's not like you're on a deadline. You aren't doing your health any good by overworking. Just go home and chill out." Aki slapped Kiyoshi's back in a friendly gesture, although Aki's strength was enough to almost knock the wind out of Kiyoshi's lungs.
"Fine, fine. I'll go home, Dad." Kiyoshi rolled his eyes.
"Good." Aki smiled with a cat-like grin.
Kiyoshi picked up his brown overcoat and umbrella from where he had placed them underneath his desk. "I'll see you tomorrow night then, Aki." Kiyoshi waved to him as he headed towards the exit, Aki usually worked on night-shifts but due to Kiyoshi's hardworking habits, he occasionally works beyond his work hours.
"Night Kiyo!" Aki waved back just as Kiyoshi passed through the police station's doors.
Kiyoshi took a moment to adapt himself into the cold air and put up his umbrella before stepping into the pouring rain and made his way back to his apartment.
International Tokyo Airport
It a busy night at International Tokyo Airport, the airport was busy with people from many walks of life, some were people of Bussiness, some were just simple holiday makers returning home, others were tourists and of course some were the workers and staff members of the airport.
A lone young girl body covered in a hooded trenchcoat with the hood lifted over her head to cover her face, walked through the busy airport, gazing at the place in wonder.
"Wow, this is Japan? You sure know how to pick them, Nena." A voice chirped in the girl's head.
"This place is huge...I wonder where the exit is?" Nena looked around with curious eyes at all the shops and restrauants at the commerical area.
"What's the big rush? We just made the 'Great Sanctuary Escape'! Let's chill out and rest. I mean its not like we have anywhere else to go right now." Renji suggested.
"I suppose you're right. I...I just can't help but feel like I'm always being watched. We should keep our cover just in case Eden decides to call on the airport security here to look for us. I'm sure they'll be looking for us at every airport right now. So I want you to be on your best behavior, Renji." Nena warned.
"Fine, fine, I'll be good. Aw, man all the prank possibilities I could do here!" The voice known as Renji made itself known as the spirit appeared out of nowhere, yet the girl, Nena, seemed to be the only one who could see him.
"Ugh, I'm so hungry..." Nena's stomach made a growling noise and blushed lightly in embarrassment.
"Hmmmm....Hold on, I'll be right back." Renji sensing the urge to help his bonded partner, glanced at the vending machine nearby.
Nena blinked in confusion and slide down a wall before sitting comfortably on the floor, glancing at Renji who was at the vending machine nearby.
After a minute of waiting, she saw Renji shaking and kicking the vending machine viciously that the people nearby were slightly weirded out and confused, since all they could see was the vending machine being pushed and shoved about by itself. It eventually fell to the floor, smashing the glass that was protecting the treats inside. Nena couldn't help but face-palm at her Ghost's antics.
Renji came back with a triumphant look on his face, since he won victory over the stubborn machine, allowing him pick up as many foods and drinks as he wanted. "Here we go, instant food served!" Renji proudly proclaimed. "I'm taking it that Japan has an unique approach when it comes to vending machines, I've never seen half of the kind of foods they were selling in that thing! I mean, what's this 'Sushi' pack thing?" Renji looked curious, he then noticed the disapproving look on Nena's face. "What?" Renji shurgged, unsure of what he did wrong.
"What did I just say about keeping our cover?" Nena grumbled.
"Oh c'mon, as if they have cameras at every single vending machine in this place. Besides, that thing was evil! Evil I tell you! It was hording all the food to itself!"
"That's intended, Renji. It's to stop thieves from just taking the food without paying for it." Nena rolled her eyes, she couldn't blame the spirit though, Spirits are very out of touch with the ways of human life, so they relied a lot on their Chosens for knowledge about the human world in order to blend in better.
"...We don't have money though, so our cause is just." Renji defended.
"Never mind, it's not like we can repair the thing now you've literally trashed it." Nena sighed and took a sushi set pack from him. "But I understand you were just trying to help feed me. Thank you, Renji." Nena warmly smiled to her 'Ghost'.
"Pals for life, remember?" Renji sat beside her with a bright grin on his face.