Voices In the Night (Mikami)

[Yumi Kohaku]

Normally when one is out on a cold night they would think to stay indoors, not gather information. Well, Yumi wasn't just anyone and that being said no one knew exactly why, what appeared to be a sixteen year old girl, seemed to be wandering the streets at such a dangerous time of night. Even though crime had been going down all around the Japanese areas there was still a select few that appeared to be 'defying' Kira and remained active in the desolate time. Yumi however paid this no mind and seemed content wandering about the dark alleyways of Tokyo.

A soft breeze seemed to comfort the woman as she peered around a corner only to see nothing but pitch black darkness. Frowning she sighed and remained silent, hardly breathing if she could help it. Exhaling she smirked, So far so good, nothing weird going on here. She had thought as much, Kira couldn't possibly be some bum off the streets, Kira had to be a person raised in either the middle or upper class ranks. It was obvious to Yumi as she stared up at the sky, another rattle of wind blowing past her skirt as she closed her eyes in though. Where should I start looking now?

"Pretty, pretty girl." Yumi's hair bristled as she opened her eyes, dangerous blue orbs sharp with fear and acknowledgment. "Whatcha doin' out here pretty girl? It's not safe to be alone." the voice was oily and wicked. A snarl appeared on her once soft features and she clenched her hand into a tight fist. "We shouldn't let you walk out by yourself now should we boys?" and suddenly the entire allyway echoed with the sound of at least five men. Smirking she turned to face her predators. She knew she had no chance at the moment, bracing herself she smirked, "Come and get me, bastards." came her voice, almost crystal clear, it was obvious to them they were no longer dealing with a child but an adult.

[Prosecutor Mikami Teru]

Mikami was on his way back from the gym.

Rather, he was on his way back from trying to work out at the gym, the healing knife wound in his back still in no shape at all to support exercise. He'd had to forego most of his favorite exercises in favor of working his legs instead...even though his doctors had warned him against working out at all.

Of all things, however, he was NOT going to act like an invalid, so he went anyway, and he walked the whole way there. Unfortunately the bus ride back had broken down, meaning an irritating detour which took him entirely the wrong way.

Now he was walking back towards the nearest station, eyes fixed on the road ahead, clearly agitated by this whole thing. He was dressed as he always was, his suit pristine, his hair rumpled and unruly, his glasses glinting under the streetlights, and his briefcase clutched in his right hand.

He turned a corner, finding his way rather mechanically...when he heard voices coming from an alleyway. For a moment, he stopped to look and listen, his hands shifting to silently open his briefcase before getting too close. A moment or two later, the case was shut again, and a can of mace was in Mikami's free hand.

Drawing himself up and steeling himself against the pain shooting through his upper back and arm, he walked right towards the situation, eyes dark and stormy behind his glasses. He stopped a short distance from them all, the hand with the mace in his pocket.

"HEY!" His voice was demanding - trained by the Kira rallies he tended to speak at, and honed in the courtroom. He was tall and dark in the alleyway...intimidating.

"What's going on here?"

[Yumi Kohaku]

Yumi snarled now as she clutched her fists even tighter.Shit, now there's six?! Oh come on, I already accepted my death but this is too much, thought the Profiler as she grabbed a defense stance, "What do you want from me?" The men seemed to be shocked at the entrance of the newcomer so Yumi or rather Kaori Hitomi, assumed that the newcomer either had to be someone of higher status in their gang or someone completely unaquainted with them, she assumed the later. Growling she shouted at them, "Listen I've had it up to here with you lot so either come and TRY to kick my ass* or I'm just going to walk away."

As she turned around the gang had other ideas, suddenly she found herself shoved against a wall and heard one of the men shout something to the new guy about pissing off before he himself got hurt and Kaori growled, Now I'm mad Attempting to throw off the men she was finding it more and more difficult to do anything with their weight on her full force. Putting on a brave face she finally managed to shove one off her and into another of the gang members before smirking, "You won't hurt me, I know you won't, Kira will save me." she finally said unsure of how they felt about the whole Kira thing.

Instantly she found out, they seemed to hesitate and finally, what seemed to be the leader stood up and smirked right back, "You seem so sure here missy but how can your savior protect you when you don't even know where he is." Shit...he's got me there. the man called her bluff and she prepared herself for another blow still she opened her mouth, "I believe that Kira will save me, he is looking out for the innocent and protecting the weak. He WILL protect me." she said praying that her lies would make them stop and suddenly they all lunged at her, trying to prove her wrong.

[Prosecutor Mikami Teru]

He was wounded. There were five men there. He should have turned and walked away...but he couldn't.

...If you are still testing my strength, God, you know I will always come through...I'll bite through the pain for you....

Mikami took the time when they were crowding in on her to sidle closer, hand with mace still in his pocket, briefcase still clutched in his other hand. In the darkness, his black-clothed form was well-hidden...until he moved into a chink of light, and he was easier to see. If any of those thugs had seen news reports on Kira rallies, they may recognize the man that stood there now...Mikami Teru, the Criminal Prosecutor who spoke out proudly with nothing but support for Kira. That same voice addressed the criminals now, powerful and full of conviction.

"You useless vermin will all be...." They started to lunge, and he rushed up towards them, pulling out the canister of mace. Pain shot through his shoulder as he made the quick movements - slowing him down just a bit and forcing a toothy grimace onto his face.

"...DELETED!"

He aimed as closely as he could for the nearest thug's face, letting loose with the strong, stinging mist. He didn't want to hurt the girl...but in these close quarters and with his wound, he was at a disadvantage as it was.