"Well, Kimi needs to get changed first, doesn't she?" Akutagawa noted, looking at my coat.
"You're dressed too much like one of us. I'll get Koyo to turn you more into a girl."

Akutagawa wandered off, as Chuuya leant forward, head in his hands.
"How're you finding the boss?"

"Scary. Threatening. Both?" Kimi responded dryly.

Chuuya shrugged. "Ah the man's been through a lot. But hey, he usually shouts at rookies, or beats them up for just breathing, so you're getting somewhere."

Kimi just shuddered a bit. If that was meant to make her feel better, it did the opposite. What if he was trying to calm her, lull her into a sense of security, and then start hurting and interrogating her?

She was an idiot for taking up Dazai's offer. But he was manipulative, and look where she ended up because of that.

But she couldn't have her family nor her brother in jeopardy, so what could she do?

Akutagawa came back, with a lady behind him; she was beautiful, and that's all Kimi could really say.

The lady behind Akutagawa was decently tall, her pink-red hair pulled pulled into a neat bun, herself donning a pink kimono covered in flowers.

"I take you're Kimi. Come with me. I'm Koyo; Akutagawa was right, you're outfit is just as dreary as everyone else's. Come on, a beautiful girl like you shouldn't waste her time with clothes like yours." Koyo smiled gently, walking towards Kimi and pulling the girl with her, leaving Akutagawa and Chuuya in the living room, where they began discussing who knows what.

Koyo led her into a large room, pulling open one of the numerous wardrobes on the side.

She pulled out a dark red skin tight dress, glancing at her.
"This should fit. You're trying to fit into a club, yes?"

"I think so?" She said, shrugging lightly.

Koyo then went towards another wardrobe, searching for shoes - or anything to replace Kimi's 'work boots'.

She found heels, after asking the girl for her foot size, and then sent her to get changed as she went to search for make up.

After ten minutes, Kimi wandered back down the hallways with Koyo, uncomfortably in the skin-tight shoulder less dress, which showed way too much skin for her liking.

"She's all yours, Akutagawa. But look after her, she is a lady anyhow." Those were Koyo's final words as she departed.

Akutagawa pushed himself off the wall, grumbling.
"You women, why was that so time consuming? Whatever, let's go. Chuuya, Kimi, come on."

He led her out to a black sports car, Chuuya opening the door for her as she graciously took it, him in the passenger, and Akutagawa in the drivers side.

"When we get there, I will stay in the car - Chuuya will come in a bit after you." Akutagawa started to explain, as Chuuya passed her back an earpiece, and a knife.

"Put the earpiece in and use your hair to cover it. Put the knife wherever you can, as a safety precaution. The man you're going in to see, is a man called Kenji. He works under Dazai, and we want to see if he knows anything about his little spies. Problem is, it's kind of hard to get anyone else to go do it, since Kenji is young and a guy. You're around his age and a girl, so hopefully that'll be enough for him to lower his guard." Akutagawa explained, glancing at the girl in the rear view mirror.

Kimi just nodded, but she was sweating - what if Dazai rocked up? What if Kenji knew about her? She was only a day into this mission and already she was faced with a problem that would most definitely lead to her demise - unless everything happens to work in her favour.
She isn't hopeful, not one bit.

They arrive, and Kimi wanders on in.

She spots the blonde haired individual almost immediately, the man matching the description she was given.
He was sitting at the bar.

Kimi felt almost an electric shock zap down her spine.
Dazai was sitting next to him - and next to him was the only spot free on the bar.

"Someone else is with him." She whispered.

Akutagawa's voice rung back straight away. "What do they look like?"

"Brunette. Bandages. Dazai isn't it?"

"Indeed. Be extra careful then." Akutagawa said, then static.

So Kimi wandered forward, and sat on the bar, ordering a glass of bourbon.

Dazai turned at her voice, almost grinning to himself as he saw her glance at him, and the glimpse of an in-ear device on her.

"Well you're quite the pretty lady, aren't you?"