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"Hmmm...." Matt looked around for something good for racing but could fit Kurama. He didn't see anything so far.

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"Believe me, it's like getting high on the kindest dope in your life." He nudged Matt. "If you're keeping an eye out, there's an open parking garage not too far from here. I know this area pretty well."

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"Take your word for it, I guess. Never really had a 'home' per say. Don't think the House counts as a home and traveled a lot after."

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"Let's check there, then." Matt was almost rubbing his hands in glee. Almost.

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Kurama shrugged. There wasn't much he could say about the home thing.

"Where we are now is a business district. A lot of nice cars to have a pick from. From here we can go east towards the entertainment district, west to all the shopping areas, or north, which will take us out of the city somewhat."

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I shove my hands in my pockets. "As long as I pick up a basket on the way back," I mutter. "But, what we're looking for is later and to the east, right?"

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Matt looked at all the cars, looking for something usable?

"How about that?" he nodded to the car in question.

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"Good eye," Kurama murmured. A convertible, fast, and - of course - bright red.

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"Ah, it even has our name on it. Reckon they left the keys in it for us?" I ask. Not that it really matters one way or the other.

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Matt pulled out his GBA and began playing on it, walking by the convertible, looking for all the world knew that he was absorbed in his game. Only a shake of the head to Mello and Kurama said otherwise.

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Kurama crossed his arms, looking up at the corners and pillars of the lot. There were security cameras, but also a lot of plantlife. All it took was a little nudge and suddenly a helpful leaf was blocking the camera lense. He smiled and gestured for Mello to go ahead and have his fun.

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It takes some practice to pick a lock with a kit and make it look like you're using a key. It's a skill worthy of practicing just for the hell of it. And, it's a great way to find out things in an orphanage. If you look like you belong, people usually ignore you. I get the door open. And, of course, a stupid alarm chirps at me. But, it's nothing compared to a bomb, so that's taken care of and the ignition cooperates rather nicely. All under a minute, but just barely. I'm out of practice.

I drive over to Kurama and Matt. "Going my way?" I ask sweetly.

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Oh well, maybe next car he'll drive.

Matt at least LOOKED like he was just being a passenger and not an accomplice by opening the door.

"Let's go."

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Kurama slid into the backseat and kicked the back of Mello's seat. "Put the top down; it's too nice for air conditioning."

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"Yeah, bite me, old man," I grumble. There's a button to work the top and I hit it as we pull out on the street. "So, where to? Or should I just go with the flow?" I ask. It's about an hour, more like two, before people'll start getting off. And, with this being the land of insane amounts of overtime, probably three or four before the car's missed.

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"Look for trouble? I'm up for that."

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Kurama stretched out, arms hanging over one window, feet propped on the opposite. "I'm not fishing for boring punks at convenience stores," he warned. "That's like shooting fish in a barrel. And the barrel is made of fish."

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"So, whaddya wanna do until the real fun starts, then, Gramps?" I ask. "Since the more entertaining punks are rude enough to not come out until after dark." I start heading to the entertainment district, playing by the traffic rules for now. Wouldn't be much fun to lose our toy this early in the game.

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Yeah, cause then it'd just be so messy to get another car without detection.

"Food?"

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"I'd kill for sushi where the fish isn't cooked first," Kurama said wistfully, folding his arms behind his head. "Or something from one of the bakeries around here."

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"Gluttons," I mutter. Regardless, I keep an eye out for a bakery or a convery belt sushi place. "Kurama's paying," I declare, turning into a parking garage near a string of restaruants.

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"I spy a bakery!" Matt pointed to said bakery. "I don't see any sushi places, except that cart there. Too small for you?"

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"Oh, how you put me out," Kurama deadpanned. "One thousand yen for every leaf on that tree," he said, motioning blandly. "I'm cool with the cart, as long as we get plenty of dessert." He wasn't one for sweets, but he missed the occasional cream cone.

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I roll my eyes. "That's why you're paying, moneybags. Now, Matt, would you mind fixing the car's alarm. I just disengaged it." I reach under the dash and fiddle with a couple of wires to disable the ignition. "Wouldn't want someone to steal it while we're eating."

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