Ami-chan Writes

 The restaurant is pretty crowded by the time we get in, but being in uniform at least gets us pushed forward, so I guess AMP is good for something. We order and get situated. I’m usually starving and can pick out things to eat fairly quickly. Yuki just gets a salad and some sashimi, but I go for something more robust. If there’s one thing a body like mine needs it’s energy.

We got an appetizer sampler as well, which I’ll probably eat most of, but Yuki picks at some of the cheese straw things, and I think I catch someone watching us but I’m not sure, because they’re on the opposite side of the restaurant from my angle. I only notice when Yuki points my attention towards something on the specials behind the bar area.

“Is there someone watching me?” I ask her.

“What do you mean?”

“I thought I saw someone by the bar…”

“There are lots of people by the bar, Kiddy-san. Maybe they were just randomly looking in our direction trying to see what our uniforms meant?”

Or maybe they were looking at her, wondering what a kid’s doing in uniform…I am far too paranoid at times. Beside if someone like Wire were in here, we’d know, half the bar would be in pieces already I have to wonder where he is. I’ve been in Tokyo several months now, even found a job…so it’s not like I’ve had enough time to really look for him. I need to get back on that. I shouldn’t have come out to eat.

“Is something wrong?” Yuki asks.

I shake my head, “Sometimes I just wonder why you’re here working for AMP that’s all. You should be in school or something.”

“We’ve been over this many times before, Kiddy-san,” she says, “and that’s not what you were wondering about at all.”

“I thought reading my mind gave you a headache,” I tell her.

“It does, and that was more just your face…” she says.

***

So, after I drop Yuki off. I do a patrol. One of the last times I was patrolling I wound up getting recruited, because I stumbled into an LH attack instead of a psychotic cyborg serial killer. They have the same M.O. leaving people in pieces and everything, so it was a simple mistake.

I thought Lebia was going to cream herself right there how excited she was to realize I wasn’t a drone, took a few days for her to properly understand I was a person though, and not programmed, but you break enough ‘delicate’ equipment you get the point across.

Patrol is worthless though, and there really haven’t been any cases recently. I have to wonder if my intel is wrong, but every time I think about picking up and leaving and trying to track Wire down elsewhere I can’t.

Stupid emotional attachments.

***

I don’t sleep very well the rest of the night. Usually conking myself out with the last of the medication the doctors in Brisbane gave me or a liberal dosage of Kirin beer is enough to keep things quiet in my head, but not tonight.

I wind up pacing around the apartment, kicking my way through empty cans before watching the sun come up through the curtains, and showering and heading in. Yuki is her usual chipper self, and singing the lyrics to the song she was reading about the night before at the top of her lungs. I wish I could turn my ears off, but I’d probably forget to turn them back on again.

“What are you so happy about?” I ask her.

“I think the person we were missing is going to show up today, or maybe tomorrow.”

“What missing person?” I demand, wondering if she did pick up on Wire despite my best efforts.

“I’m not sure,” she shakes her head, “but they’ll help us with our job…I just every once in a while when I’m going around I catch sight of someone out of the corner of my eye, and they don’t look like anyone whose working their now, and I don’t think they’re a ghost, of course sometimes I think maybe it’s two people, but most recently lately it’s just been one, and she has long hair down to here,” she points to the bottom of her butt, “and she looks very sad. I think she’s lost someone…” she shrugs, as though she were just telling me what she watched last night.

“Did you mention this to Rally?”

Yuki shakes her head, “No, I think Rally already knows.”