Fujaku sat on the edge of a building on the other side of the street where the headquarters for the detective was. He lay on the edge his back propped up on a statue that was on the building. He had a shiney red apple in his hand and took a bit of it as he spyed on the building. Occasionally looking away and taking  in the night sky or the passers by. He played it cool.

Despite being the man the investigator was looking for,n Fujaku Couldnt help himself but leave a present. On the other side of the wall that Fujaku sat on, was a murdered man. His throat slit by Fujakus magic and his blood used to write a scary message. But the message wasnt important to him. He just got a chuckle out of the fear it caused. The Hosenko papers had started reporting on the slaying. But he was only interested in one investigator.

He watched, having known the man had a quest up. He would watch and spy, learning who went to help the man. He wanted to know who to buddy up with. He took another few bites of the apple and put it in his kimono pocket to toss later when he was away from the body.

"A very sweet apple, I hope I can find more like it."

He watched and after a few hours someone finally went into his office. The small petite woman made him smile. A physically easy target. But he knew better then to assume that to be the truth. He watched as she made her way around the office. He couldnt see her the entire time, but he could see her cleaning up through the windows every now and again.

She eventually managed to clean up the office, though it took a bit longer then one kight expect. He hummed to himself as she left the office, and after a bit he began to follow her. Tracing her steps to where they may go. He watched and took notes of everywhere she stopped. He wondered if she would be an easy target. Some one he could send a message go the investigator with.

Soon he had found where she was staying and from a distance he watched her enter and stay. He took up near one of the buildings and sat down to watch her home.

"I wonder I wonder~ she might be strong. Or weak. But I hope shes at least interesting. I hate it when they die to easily." He memorized the location and left to head back to his base to plan. He also needed to wash up from the kill he had made.

The next morning he was back where the girl had stopped for the night, reading the hosenko paper, hearing how the body had been discovered in the wee hours of the morning. He smiled knowing he still had a long way to go. But he would gladly do what needed to be done.

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