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"I don't care." Matt swallowed. He switched to English in hopes the sushi chef didn't understand. "If I wanted, I could get into any security network, including cameras, and I'd say two out of five times, I'd find some sort of affair."

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"I don't recall offering details," Kurama said pointedly. "However strange your obsession is with how Kusuriyuri and I spend our time is, notice I have not yet obliged any details." He finished off another bite and gave Mello a very pointed look.

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"Recall that I have never asked for any details. And, Matt, your being a voyeur is not my problem and it had better stay that way." I look between them both. "You both have a one track mind." God above, why did I think this was a good idea?

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"Well, we're bored and it's still light out, what do you expect us to do?" Matt ate some more sushi.

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"Yeah, Mello, entertain us." He grinned widely. "After all, the purpose of this trip was entertainment, and you are the closest possible source of such."

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I glare at both of them. "With friends like you two, who needs any other enemies?" Yeah, yeah, cliche, but that doesn't stop it from being true. "Remind me never to be around both of you together again." I scowl and turn my full attention to finishing off the sushi.

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"Oh, so you want to be abandoned in Osaka, then? Sounds fine to me." Matt polished off his own sushi and got up.

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Kurama finished the last of the unagi and offered the remaining pieces of Inarizushi to the others, tossing the empty unagi container away. "You're so thin-skinned, Mello. It's amazing, considering tat thick skull of yours."

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I scowl at my plate. After a moment, I rub my face and pull out a chocolate bar. "So, what else is there to do here before the fun starts other than harass the hell out of Mello?" I ask.

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Matt accepted the Inarizushi and didn't answer, too busy chewing.

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"We could skip the sweets for now, cruise around one of the open malls," Kurama suggested, leaning his chin on his hand. "Get your monkey that basket he wanted."

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"Ape," I correct. It's almost automatic. "And you could find your pointy eared leash something," I add. "He," I point my thumb at Matt, "could find a game to play and if he thinks of it, something for the walking skeleton."

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Matt rolled his eyes. "Hey! Only I get to call him a walking skeleton."

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Kurama tossed his remaining container and stood. "Shall we then? Between skeletons and primates I believe it is time we find something more diverting."

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"Let's, then," I say standing up and tossing my own trash. The guy behind the counter looks glad to see us getting up. I walk up to him, and the look on his face is interesting, to say the least. "Hey, mister," I say, "where's the nearest mall?" I ask, deliberately accenting my Japanese so I sound like a tourist even though I know he over heard us talking just as plain as you could want. He just pointed over his shoulder. I lean over and look. "I don't see it," I say, taunting him.

"That way," he says and then moves away.

"Rude," I mutter and then move around the cart to go 'that way.'

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"I wonder if they have an arcade." Or a sweet shop. He WAS going to get L something, even if it's just little strawberry candies. It's the thought that counts, right?

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"You're wondering about an arcade? I Japan?" he didn't mean to sound like a jerk, but he couldn't quite contain his incredulity. "Have you ever been here before?"

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"Supposedly, he was working the last time he was here and his boss was an ass and didn't let him go to the arcade," I reply. "But, then, he was a slacker of an employee, so it balanced out."

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"About what Mello said. Except I didn't slack. Aha!" Jackpot. Arcade, and a few doors down, candy shop.

No doubt surprising his friends, he beelined to the candy shop.

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Kurama shook his head. "That's a damn shame, and look how valiant he is Mello," he said, putting on a dramatic air, "delaying his favorite pastime for his beloved."

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I shake my head. "No, more like if he doesn't keep that walking skeleton in sweets, his pastime will be interrupted. He's being practical." I really don't want to think of Matt's 'pastime.' "Anyways, he's occupied for as long as he wants to be. Shall we leave him there and wander?"

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Matt was nowhere even near them, just perusing the selection, pondering how much he should get. Not that he couldn't shrink down his selection to pocket size when he got back to the car, but can't arouse too much attention, not this early.

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"Sure." Kurama gave the arcade an arbitrary glance, and had to stifle a laugh. "Goblin City 12? Damn, that brings back memories."

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