Post by Minamoto Kotoba on Oct 11, 2014 15:05:53 GMT -5
9pm local time, July 7, 2012.
There was something pleasant about summer; even when it got to this time of night, people didn't have to stumble through the dark like little lost sheep away from the comforting shepherd of the sun. It was warm, it was actually somewhat balmy, and young lovers seemed to be walking arm in arm as they moved through the town. One person, however, wasn't smiling as much as you might imagine him to be. Oh, it wasn't like the man seemed outwardly miserable - Heck, you'd have to be some sort of a psychic to even be able to tell that the man seemed relatively uncomfortable, but were someone highly skilled in those sorts of arts, or just happened to know Haru better than he would like, you'd be able to notice that his thoughts weren't entirely on the current situation at hand.
Neutral ground. Yep, that was apparently the reason why Haru was walking through the busy suburbs of Kyoto, trying to avoid any direct attention from anyone around here that might be able to see his spirit energy. It was somewhat awkward to be around here nowadays - he couldn't remember the last time that he'd actually been in Japan, and he wasn't here to visit his family, but was actually here to speak to the head of one of the largest groups of fullbringers as some sort of spiritual human cohabitation program that the council was asking him to help with. Haru sighed slightly as he slipped from the street into a back alley, the suitcase in his hand nudging slightly against his right leg with every step that he took, swinging from those steel handles in his grip.
There was something about this entire meeting that he didn't quite like. Sure, he was happy that he was going to be able to avoid any potential conflict against this... what did they call it? the Kosa house? Yet, even with that fact, it was weird that he was the one to do it. He had made it clear that he had very little interest in heading back to Japan; the only thing that connected him back to what had once been his home was his family, and he didn't even want to talk to them. His sister stayed with him every few years so it wasn't like he hadn't seen enough of her recently. The other two people that he had to deal with was his brother and his grandfather, two people that he had very little interest in seeing nowadays. After all, Ichiro had refused to do something as simple as come to the christening and Haru didn't like his grandfather - the man was bitter, cruel, and Haru was sure that the man had a fascistic world view, even though he refused to talk about it whenever he had made the accusation.
Still, the fact that he had lived in Japan as a child made the council agree unanimously that he should be the one to come to this meeting. The Japanese representative was apparently biased, and he was one of the only others who spoke a language as rare as Japanese. He understood their choice, he really did, but he... well, he missed Emilia, and he hadn't been home enough to spend time with Ivan, Rose and Leon. Still, he forced a smile, brushed aside a stray piece of hair, and opened the door to the restaurant. To the council's credit, they seemed to have actually picked a really nice restaurant, though if anything you could argue that it was a bit too red. The entire ceiling was painted a form of Chinese crimson, with hanging lanterns to match dangling and swaying slightly in the late evening breeze.
Was it inappropriate that he had come to talk to a group of people who operated solely in Japan, and the place that his cohorts had decided to have him meet with this man was as Chinese restaurant? It wasn't like it was anywhere that would insult someone's sensibilities, the food was apparently very good as the place had received a five star commendation from... Michelin? Wasn't that a car company? Either way, what worried Haru was the underlying tensions between China and Japan. He remembered all that anti-china feeling in the seventies, all those insults and even people being attacked simply from being the wrong type of Asian.
He'd never partaken in that certain kind of behavior - there were entire realms of people that were devoted to killing humans so what was the point in being negative and focusing on people from your own race? Besides, he knew plenty of good Soul Reapers and hollows; if people from an entire different dimension weren't characterized by where they came from, why would humans be?
Still... this Kosa representative was the one that he had to worry about, he had to know the man's politics before doing anything that might spawn a civil war between the living. That was why he'd had to avoid wearing his traditional Quincy clothes - some people would find coming in dressed in battle garb as extremely provocative of negative feeling. Instead, he wore a simple suit, a silver jacket and white trousers with a black undershirt. There was nothing wrong with this, and it still marked him as a Quincy rather than the normal people who were going to eat here.
Nodding at his contact from the restaurant, a young, pony-tailed girl who seemed to barely be out of her teens, he allowed her to lead him to his seat. The booth was at the back of the restaurant, out of the earshot of anyone who could potentially overhear what was going to be discussed. That made it all the better and safer for this exchange. Some people felt awkward talking near normal humans, and who could blame them? It was so easy to be labelled as a lunatic nowadays, and were you to be ranting and raving about invisible spirits and people who were trying to eat humans' souls simply because of an eternal, never-ending hunger? Well, that was going to get you thrown in the slammer pretty damned quickly.