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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

He glanced at Yukimura briefly before looking back at the screen, "I'm intimidating and I have terrible trust issues, I'm very hard to approach and deem likeable at first."
 
“Well,” Yukimura seemed completely caught off guard by the conversation. “Making first impressions is hard; how is one supposed to convey who they are in their entirety in a single interaction?” He looked like he was thinking hard about the subject. “And the group we have here seems to like you enough to want to keep coming around, so that must mean something, right?”
 
"Yeah," he agreed gently, "I suppose they're just used to me by now. The kids think my mask is neat. I'm saying, though, that Date will take one look at me and refuse to offer help based on appearance." Sasuke’s usual wear when he wasn't working was very neo-cyber-goth with a hint of punk in some choices. His tops were always sleeveless and form fitting and the pants always too baggy with too many belts. And the boots. Good Lord, Yukimura felt that sometimes Sasuke could kill a man with the amount of spikes and pointed objects that decorated them. At first glance, perhaps he was a little intimidating.
 
Yukimura didnt much understand fashion, but knew that both Sasuke and Amaya were very eccentric in their clothing- he was used to it. “I’ll head to Date’s estate right away, I don’t know how long I’ll be there, or if I’ll even get any information.” He said. “Do what you can here, and call me right away if you find anything.”
 
Yukimura nodded, only grabbing his jacket as he headed out, thinking of the ways he could feasibly ask Masamune for help.
 
The journey to Masamune's estate was uneventful, minus the thousands of horrible scenarios regarding Akihime buzzing in Yukimura's head. When he stopped in front of the gate, the men guarding it stared at him for a moment before muttering into their collars. The gates opened and they moved, allowing Yukimura in.
 
Yukimura tried not to appear as on edge as he was feeling, keeping his hands firmly tucked into his jacket pockets as he made his way further inside the estate.
 
He was lead to the lounge, where Masamune sat with a cigarette between his fingers, "What brings you here, Sanada? You don't usually make personal calls, and this is the second time you've come uninvited."
 
Yukimura stopped some ways away from Masamune, bowing to him. “I apologize for the interruptions, but I wouldn’t come here if I had any options.” He straightened up. “I need help finding someone- Akihime, she’s gone missing and someone is scrambling her cellphones gps.” How pathetic, Masamune could smell the stench of fear and anxiety from across the room.
 
Masamune took a long drag from his cigarette, looking at Yukimura with a one eyed scowl before turning his head away to flick ash into his tray.
"That dove girl my Megohime was stressed out about, right?" He asked with fake curiosity.
 
Yukimura didn’t like the way Masamune referred to Akihime, but bit his tongue. “Yes, her name is Otani Akihime.” Oh did Masamune know her name- in fact he knew a whole lot more than just her name.
 
Yukimura flinched like he had been physically hit, his kakugan flaring out of anger, but he quickly reined it in. “I received a phone call from her asking for help, but the call ended before she could tell me anything else, and trying to contact her has been fruitless- I would also be very appreciative if you didn’t speak about Akihime in such a vulgar manner.”
 
"I'll speak about her however the fuck I want," he stated, snuffing out his cigarette, "can't really come here asking for help and make demands. Doesn't work like that." He turned his head to look back up at Yukimura, "Ya gonna disrespect me or ya gonna take my help?"
 
Yukimura clenched his fists tightly, but once again bit his tongue. “Please lend me aid, Date-dono.” He said.
 
He smirked a bit, "There ya go. Since you asked so nice, I'll see what I can't find out for you. In return, I'll hold on to the favor. In case I need you."
 
Yukimura bowed deeply to Masamune, grateful to have such a capable ally. “Thank you, please, anything at all helps- and however I can pay you back I will.”
 
Yukimura stepped forward, reaching out to take the phone, bowing his head as he did so. “Thank you, Date-dono. I cannot thank you enough for your help.”
 
Masamune merely waved his hand, "I'll have my boys start digging right now. If we're lucky, maybe it's just some stupid asshole wanting to make the wrong kind of enemies. If we aren't so lucky, well," he paused as he gave a disinterested shrug, "Shuu is gonna hafta buy another new door, huh?"
 
Yukimura pocketed the phone as he listened to Masamune. “You think Tsukiyama is behind this?” He asked.
 
Yukimura nodded and bowed again. “I will continue my search elsewhere as well then.” He said, itching to get out of there and keep looking.
 
"Good luck." Masamune said before waving his hand to allow Yukimura to leave. Once he did, he snapped his fingers gently.
"Yeah, hitto?"
"Start asking around, humor the poor schmuck. Tsukiyama knows what's up but we'll save him for last."
"Of course, hitto. On it."
 
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