[center][h2][b]Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo[/b]

[color=yellow][b]Hana Kurosawa[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

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Hana stared at Itsuki, then Rin, then Takumi, then Itsuki again. She sighed, tilting her head sideways. She let out a pained smile, nodding in acceptance. [color=yellow] "Hana-chan understands, Ikki... just be...safe, alright."[/color] Her stare met the floor as she shuffled around, looking dejected, trying to cope up with the fact Itsuki was stubborn as a mule.

And as if on cue, her stare shot upwards once more. And she was [i]smiling[/i]. But it was not the usual cheery and bubbly smile from Hana. This one was full of cynicism and cruelty. As if on cue, her usual upbeat voice dropped an octave all of a sudden.[color=yellow]"You'd love to hear this from me, no? After all Hana is a worriwart, and a fool, and whatever she says, she doesn't understand the need of Itsuki, the great Kakuja ghoul who is still weeping because some ghouls killed her whore."[/color] She dropped, staring intently at the Kakuja.

[color=yellow]"The needs of the many, Itsuki, the needs of the many. Turns out you know valuable intel...because a ghoul capable of sending  you to MY clinic in THIS ward, could upset the carefully laid out status quo? Do you even know what that word is? Of course not. You only built your strength, and cared about your shiny kagune."[/color]

She shrugged. [color=yellow]"But I'll spell it out so you can understand. Tell me who your attacker was, and then you can drop dead on your lover's tomb. That is my condition and fee, non negotiable. And don't even think of dine and dash."[/color] She said, her eyes now displaying both Kakugan.