There was one afternoon that Yukimura made his way out that Akihime decided to follow him, see if she could finally speak some sense into him. Finding him on foot wasn't hard, the most recent bar he frequented hadn't kicked him out yet. She stepped inside quietly and found him at the counter, already drowning like a fish, and sat in the back against the wall. She watched him closely, eyes full of worry.
"Well, well, what do we have here? A cute little nerd girl?" Some drunks had moved to her table and decided to sit down with her. She glanced at them before standing and moving, wanting to keep her eyes on Yukimura. But they just followed her.
"Cute, she's wearing a gundam shirt."
"She probably doesn't even know anything about gundam." Her eyes glazed over for a second as if her ancestor's graves had just been spat on.
"I know plenty about the RX-78-2. I'll have you know, Gundam 79 is what put mecha animes at the standard they are today; not even Gigantor or even Robotech, hell, even Astro Boy can't hold a candle to the Gundam franchise."
"Oh really?"
"Why don't you come with us and tell us a little more about it." One grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to stand. The click of a knife opening made Akihime's blood run cold.