[b]Friday, April 10th, 11:37 PM - Akira's Place[/b]

Man, life sucked sometimes. Most of the time. Hell, all the time. Akira wasn't counting. That would be work. But it sure as hell felt like it. This was true in very general terms, but tonight there was one specific reason that things were terrible.

His iPear hadn't been on his desk after all. Akira had even double-checked the room number to make sure he was in the right place. It was a cheap, offbrand piece of crap, but it was [i]his[/i] piece of crap, dammit. It was for this reason that Akira was sitting on the front porch of his house, moping and idly surfing the web on his phone. His family was still off working, because when the hell [i]weren't[/i] they? He didn't have any homework to do. No friends to hang out with. 

Indeed, Akira was in a mood to cling to the first interesting thing that happened. And what happened was very interesting, indeed. A mysterious figure crept out of the neighbor's window, using the tree to drop down to the ground. Impressive. He still couldn't quite see who it was. A vile burglar? An insidious bugler? Either way, Akira briefly considered retreating inside. The criminal might not want any witnesses around.

He was both relieved and disappointed to see that it was just Mitsuki. Less exciting than he had thought, but still interesting. "Hey, miss ninja." Akira said, lazily waving a hand at her as she passed him. "Whatcha up to? On some mysterious mission?"