Akagi has recently graduated from the academy and passed the exams to become a detective in Tokyo. He's quickly pair with the most mysterious man in the homicide department Detective Inspector Sawa Shunsuke, nick named the Shanghai Detective. Akagi goes to the scene with an enthusastic young woman to find that what he thought he knew about this city was only the begining as he meets the gray eyed and dark detective in the flesh.

I hope you enjoy,

~Kuro

Chapter 1: Case 1: Part 1

There are a number of concrete jungles in the world, all of which have two faces. The face we all know and the one which we refuse to acknowledge. Under that elegant and shinning façade which mayors polish to no avail, there is a gritty and grimy underworld which bubbles up from time to time. Massive trees made of concrete, glass and steel, which dominate the landscape. The sound of shoes pounding against the concrete, traffic rushing by and the chatter of people as they move through about was constant. The distant scream of a sirens and blasting of horns were added to this symphony. Sitting on a bench outside of the Shibuya District Headquarters, was a recent graduate of the police academy he had light brown hair and nearly black eyes. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "Akagi, you'll be fine, I still can't believe you were asked to join the Homicide unit," said a taller gentleman beside him. Akagi looked up and laughed, "Oh come on Kuga it's not that wired," said Akagi with a laugh.

Kuga was massive compared to Akagi, he stood at a staggering height of 195 cm. He had black eyes and unruly jet black hair. He looked as though he had walked off of a bill board. He had a broad chest and powerful arms. Akagi was shorter and looked more feminine in comparison to Kuga, he was about 184 cm. His body was slender but strong, he had managed to throw Kuga a couple times across the gym while he was training. He sighed and looked up at Kuga who had gotten into Security. "Yeah, sure, a rookie out of the officer's academe gets to become an assistant inspector," scoffed Kuga, his brow wrinkled with mock disdain and Akagi laughed. "Kuga you're a horrible actor, I worked hard to get to this point," Akagi commented as he punched Kuga in the arm. Kuga chuckled and gave Akagi a hard pat on the back, "You better get in there before they wonder where you went," Kuga teased, a goofy grin swept across his face and Akagi shook his head. Kuga would always be the bear of a best friend he had obtained in the academy. If there was anyone which could intimidate the Yakuza he was about to go up against, it was Kuga. "Yeah I know, see ya'" he called as he pushed himself off the bench and sprinted across the street.

An officer stood in complete uniform at the door and gave him a strange look. This man was taller than Akagi and not a single detail was overlooked. His uniform was pressed and he looked like the perfect example of an officer. Akagi smiled nervously and continued through the glass doors and into the lobby. There was an explosion of sound, from people yelling to others discussing various issues. Among the people which walked by there was a mixture of civilian and police officers. A number of policemen wandered about with their badges on their hips and glocks tucked away under their coats. He could hear the commotion of people being processed and heard a woman shouting, "I had nothing to do with it." Akagi looked over to see a woman screaming at a female officer. She looked as high as a kite and Akagi shook his head. "Yo kid are you gonna move or not?" asked a deep voice behind him. Akagi looked over his shoulder to find a man towering over him; he had grayed and wore a pair of thick black glasses. "Yeah, sorry," said Akagi quickly as he pressed the button to the lift. The older gentleman stood beside him and laughed, "Kid are you sure you're heading to the right floor?" he asked. Akagi looked at him in confusion, "You're new here aren't you? Suites are a must, no jeans and stuff unless you're undercover," said the gentleman. Akagi looked down at his attire he had selected a pair of sneakers, jeans, a white long sleeve tee and a light weight red jacket. His eyes wandered over toward the gentleman he sated at the sleek suite the man beside him was wearing, "Yeah I'm new," he commented. The man simply laughed and his eyebrows lifted with curiosity as he asked, "Don't worry about it kid, we've all been there. Who are ya' working under anyway?" Akagi was quick to fish the piece of paper out of his pocket and replied, "Detective Inspector Sawa Shunsuke." The man stared at him in shock and whispered, "You're the kid who scored the highest on the exams, and graduated top of your class from the academy?" Akagi shrugged and nodded, it wasn't that difficult in his world. He had an excellent memory and a knack for picking up details.

"My, my, the Shanghai Detective is about to get quite the shock," said the grayed gentlemen. The lift stopped at the third floor and before Akagi could say another word the man got off and called, "Good luck kid." Akagi watched the silver doors close as the lift went up a floor. "Shanghai Detective?" he asked in confusion, he was well aware that Detective Inspector Sawa was well known he had been called the fox before but he had never heard the nick name the Shanghai Detective. As far as he knew Sawa was in fact Japanese, or at least that was what he assumed. He walked out of the elevator to a find himself standing in a massive office space with a number of desks through out the room. Phones rang constantly and a number of investigators were chatting about a case. The walls were covered with gruesome photos of mangled bodies and blood spray. Akagi slowly walked in and a slender woman looked up at him, she had blond hair but almond shaped eyes. "Can I help you?" she asked sweetly, she stood in a suite and smiled. "Yeah I'm looking for Detective Inspector Sawa," replied Akagi. There was silence and he felt a number of eyes fall on him, "So you're the new guy, he's just been called to the scene," she chirped as she grabbed her bag. Her blond hair was pulled into a tight bun and she was quick to sling her back pack over her shoulder. "Scene?" asked Akagi and she nodded. There was a buzz of a whisper in the room and Akagi glanced around, it was as though they were evaluating him.

"It's at a club called Brink, a woman was found in the back room, she's pretty mangled," she said as she handed him a camera bag, "Here you're going to need this," she said softly. Akagi nodded and stared at her, she looked like a model and yet she worked homicide. She was taller than him and her hips swayed as she walked. "I'm Naomi by the way, Naomi Strider," she said over her shoulder. Akagi nodded and jumped to attention as he attempted to keep up with her, "Strider?" he asked and she nodded as she hit the elevator door button. "Yup, my father is American," she said as she got in the lift. Her black dress pants hung low on her waste and he noticed the black boots she was wearing. The heels were long and thin, he had no idea how she was going to investigate in shoes like those. "I have boots in the car," she said casually and Akagi blushed. He looked down at his own sneakers and jeans; he didn't think detective in homicide dressed as sharply as she did. There was an engagement ring on her finger and he smiled, "He's lucky," said Akagi absent mindedly. The lift came to a halt and she smiled, "I guess boys fresh out of the academe aren't that useless," she whispered. They were in the garage and he looked around, there were a number of SUVs and patrol cars. She pulled the keys to one of the massive black SUVs and was quick to walk toward one of the massive Durango's which had been lined up in the garage. He watched as she placed her bag on the back seat of the vehicle, "What's your experience with dead bodies?" she asked, as she slipped into the driver's side. Her voice was firm and he noted the seriousness in her brown eyes. Akagi got into the passenger side and closed the door with a bang.

"A little," he responded sheepishly and she smiled. "Consider today your first encounter," she said happily before turning the key. The massive engine purred to life under the hood and Aakgi stared at the other vehicles in the building, "Is this thing standard?" he asked as he looked at the other SUVs, which were smaller. Strider laughed and looked at him, "No we have the largest one for our team, Koya and Katsumi are at the scene already," she said as she pulled into traffic. He looked over at her and began to wonder who these people were; he had only been given Sawa's name. He had no idea Sawa had a team, "Koya Takahiro, he went to school in America, he's ex-NYPD. He was known as one of the best there for undercover work, and to this day is one slippery bastard. Katsumi Momo is an excellent investigator she grew up in the area and knows every crack in the pavement of this city I swear," said Strider coolly as she turned down another street. "And you?" asked Akagi curiously he looked over at her and she sighed before smiling. "Let's see Dad worked at the embassy as a translator and met my mother who is the daughter of a Diet official. I went to school to become a prosecutor for the state. I didn't like it as much as I hoped, so I became a homicide detective," she said with a shrug. Akagi's mouth fell open and he stared at her in shock, "You're?" he asked in dismay. Strider giggled as she slowly pulled into a spot outside the club which had been taped off in bright yellow tape. The words do not enter written in both Japanese and English plastered on top of it. "Yup, a politician's daughter and yet they let me work homicide" she said with a grin, Akagi understood immediately that this woman was dangerous.

She opened the car door and was quick to slip into the back, her fingers were quick to slip her feet out of her high heels and tie the laces of her combat boots. Akagi opened the other door and reached into his bag, Strider looked up at him in confusion until she noticed the camera bag his pulled from it, she stared as he opened it the bag was worn, however the camera in it was stunning. She watched his slender fingers as he freed the Canon EOS 5D Mark 3 from its fetters. She stared at the body of the camera, it was the best on the market, even better than the camera the department had. Akagi's brown eyes narrowed as he looked over the lenses there were six in the bag. Her lips parted as she watched his fingers sweep over each one before selecting one and attaching it. He checked the compartment for a card and then closed it with a click. "That's an exceptional camera," she whispered in shock. Akagi looked up at her and shrugged, as he slipped the strap over his head and made sure the lens cap was on. "So?" he asked as he grabbed a silver case with the Tokyo Police Department emblem on it. He was wearing an armband and a hat which made him seem even younger. Strider shook her head as she slipped her other arm into her coat and walked around the car. "You're a strange one," she commented before looking up at the sign above the door, "Brink, that's an odd name," he commented before pushing open one of the beautiful glass doors. Strider was quick to pull her badge and commented, "This is the new guy." The officer nodded and moved out of her way as though she were able to decapitate him in one swift motion.

Akagi glanced around the club and stared at the bar which was glistening under the lights, the club was bright and he realized that they had turned their secondary lighting on, usually clubs were dim. However, they were mandated to have a second set of brighter lights. The interior was sleek and clean, there was shimmering glass and cold steel through out the club. It was intimidating to see the staff sitting on the sofas in suites which clearly cost more than he could ever afford. Silk fabric, elegant colognes, and pearl white teeth, that's all he could see. He continued down the hall which was dim in comparison to the rest of the club. Strider smiled and called, "Hey guys look who I found?" as she slipped into the crime scene. Akagi slowly approached the threshold and stared at the group. There were a total of six people in the room, including the elderly gentleman he had met in the elevator earlier. Akagi looked over the scene before him.

A woman had been tied to a chair on the other side of the room several paces from the window which had it's curtains drawn. There was a pool of dried blue on the carpet beneath the body. Off to the side was a large L shaped cream colored sofa with end tables at each end and a pair of decorative lamps. There wasn't any evidence of a struggle since everything was still in it's proper place. The lamps were dim and he looked about for signs of a gun and potential evidence which could point them toward the killer. The room smelled of a sweet floral bouquet and oddly cedar. He looked over at the table, there was an open bottle of wine resting there with a pair of glasses, which would explain the bouquet but not the cedar. There wasn't a piece of furniture in the room made of cedar. Akagi slowly took a step into the room and Strider elbowed a young woman with short black hair, she was wearing a pair of slacks as well and blue boots, she was dressed in gray shirt and her eyes were a frightening storm gray. "Oh who's this?" she asked softly, her voice was just above a whisper. Strider was looking over the room, she looked at each detail before announcing, "I'll do prints." Akagi looked at the woman on the floor and responded, "Akagi Shu." The small woman smiled and responded, "Nice to meet you Shu, I'm Katsumi." Akagi nodded and noticed a broad shouldered man standing beside her with a camera. He had short black hair and blue eyes; he wasn't much taller than Kuga. He was standing in a suite; his blue eyes peered at Akagi through glasses with thick black rims. He wore a large diver's watch and Akagi came to the realization that this was the man who had trained with the NYPD. "Hi," said Akagi sheepishly. The man bowed his head and said softly, "I'm Koya."

Standing in the corner of the room with his eyes closed standing beside the man from this morning was an older gentleman. He had black hair which was long enough for his hangs to fall short of his eyes; his eyelids flickered up to reveal a pair of mysterious gray eyes. His lips were slender and his expression was calm, out of all of them he seemed the most comfortable in the room. He was wearing a three piece suite with a long camel hair coat. He looked at the man beside him and said, "That's not even remotely possible Ozawa and you know it." His voice was soft yet firm. The elderly gentleman looked at him in shock, "Why isn't it, we've had this happen before Sawa." Akagi stared in shock at the pair of men, Ozawa was the man who had teased him about his dress that morning and Sawa heaved a sigh. "What's he doing here?" he asked sharply. Akagi looked at him to find a pair of curious and cold gray eyes locked on him. He thought Katsumi's were powerful but his were even more so. "I'm Akagi Shu," responded Akagi automatically. Sawa's eyes narrowed, "I'm aware, but what are you doing?" he asked coolly. He smiled darkly and looked at Strider, Koya and Katsumi, "They're processing the scene, and yet you're standing there with your two hundred and eighteen thousand yen camera. You haven't taken a single photo," commented Sawa. Ozawa looked at Sawa and then to Akagi, it was clear that Sawa had already begun judging Akagi. "You show up late in jeans and a long sleeve tee shirt, rather than a suite, you pull out your own camera rather than ours and wander in. This morning you exercised however for longer than usual which is why you're stiff. After that you took a shower and didn't bother to blow dry your hair and let it dry naturally which is why it's still damp despite the fact it hasn't rained in the past few hours and is a mess. After that you met with a young man at a café and had coffee didn't you?" he asked as he slowly walked toward Akagi. His strides were long and powerful, "Cream and sugar correct? You're shirt sleeve is stained, as for the companion who else would have pulled the wrinkle out of your jacket collar which had been there for quite some time. You're friend smokes Mild Sevens and is significantly taller than you. You've already met Ozawa as well, you smell of his cologne, the question is, what you are doing here?" he asked. Akagi gaped at Sawa, he had nailed every detail perfectly, and he didn't skip a beat. Sawa's empty gray eyes looked into his; it was a bone chilling effect. How he could tell all of this with one glance was almost a mystery to him.

Akagi swallowed hard after a moment, Sawa smelt of cigarettes and aftershave, his goatee was trimmed and he towered over Akagi which made him feel awkward. "There's a piece missing," said Akagi. The three who were on the floor were silent and looked up at him; there was a ghost of a smile in Sawa's eyes as the corners of his lips crooked upward. "Show me," he stated, "Leave for a moment, I want to see what this rookie's got." Katsumi, Koya and Strider nodded before getting off the floor. Ozawa walked across the plush white carpet and was about to leave when Sawa shook his head. "Okay, break it down," said Sawa as he crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. Akagi nodded and took a moment to look thoroughly at the room. Everything was in place; the white carpet was stained dark red from blood which was near the chair in which the corpse was tied with a piece of bright yellow nylon rope. The woman in the chair was around her mid twenties, she was dressed in a tight black dress, and her long legs were fettered in place with rope around each of her ankles. Her eyes were wide with terror and her lips were blue, he looked closer to see that she had indeed been stabbed in the chest with a knife. Akagi looked across the room again to the pair of wine glasses with a bottle of red wine beside them, which he had spotted earlier. The one on the left was half full and the one on the right was an eighth full. He walked over toward the bottle and pulled on a pair of white gloves on before snapping a picture. After doing so he slowly picked up the bottle, it was half full and cool to the touch. He then turned his attention to the place in which her gaze was locked, he walked over to the wall and noticed that a piece of furniture had been moved. There was an impression in the carpet where the piece of furniture had been. He said, "The body is a distraction." Sawa hummed and closed his eyes, "Take me through it," he said softly. Akagi nodded and stated, "The latch on the door is intact which means it wasn't forced entry, she was in here with another person, and there are two wine glasses on the table over there. The bottle is half empty and still cold, judging by the temperature it's been open for about two or three hours. Not enough wine was consumed for either of them to be intoxicated, the customer was wealthy though," said Akagi as his eyes fell on the bottle. Sawa sighed and asked, "How do you know?" Akagi looked at him and responded, "That's a bottle of 2007 Sassica, it runs around $220 in the US, there's no way a salary man could afford it." Ozawa smiled and nodded, urging Akagi to continue.

Akagi turned his attention to the woman, "As beautiful as she is, she isn't the hostess. She has a tattoo on her back and recently had another done on her arm under the silk scarf. The nylon rope is brand new and from the look of it who ever tied her up wore leather gloves, black ones," he commented as he looked at the rope. Sawa smiled and asked, "How do you know?" Akagi looked over at the grinning Detective and responded, "There's one under the chair on the other side of the room, and it's too big to be a woman's. It belonged to the killer because there's a dark red blood stain on the carpet beneath it." Ozawa looked at Sawa and then to Akagi, he was amazed at the skill in which he was able to tell the story. "You said something was missing," said Sawa and Akagi nodded as he looked in the direction the woman's gaze was locked. "There's a chest missing, it's small but there was something in it, something important," said Akagi slowly as he walked over. "Why was there something important in it?" asked Sawa smoothly, his voice was laced with curiosity. Akagi looked at him and replied, "Where do parents look when they hear a fire alarm?" Sawa chuckled and smiled, his eyes were still as dark as before and Akagi clenched his jaw. He was ready for any criticism this man was going to give him. "Not bad but you missed some things," said Sawa as he walked to the center of the room and closed his eyes.

"You're right this wasn't the work of a salary man, it was someone with a lot of power and money hence the wine. However you missed a few things," he paused and Akagi noticed the three which he had kicked out standing in the door way. They all looked as though they were watching a master work, "Now then the door was indeed locked however no keys were found and there is only one copy of the key which belongs to the manager. It is on a ring with his car keys which he keeps with him at all times after an incident of a woman stalking a host in 2007. This woman wasn't seen or registered to be with any of the hosts here, all hosts are assigned to a client and will keep a running tab as to their drinks and rooms. There was no record of a couple booking this room either. The wine which is on the table is not one of the ones from the Bartender's stock, it's far too rare. She didn't bring it because the box which it had been transported in is in fact missing, as is the bottle opener." Akagi stared in shock as Sawa slowly turned on his heel and walked over to the window. His tan coat swayed as he moved, he moved nothing like a policeman, "The windowsill is dry and it's still locked. If it had ever been opened it would be wet since it rained last night and early this morning." Sawa turned to face Akagi and Ozawa again, the dim light which seeped through the curtains provided just enough light for Akagi to see his profile. "No one was seen leaving this room between the times of two and three in the morning which is the estimated time of death or even entering it tonight for that matter. The woman is a member of the Saki gang and has had three tattoos recently not just two. Her hair is died and from the look of her nails she recently went to the salon to prepare for the man she was meeting with tonight. All the doors of privet rooms are locked when they aren't in use and there are security cameras placed in them. The door was locked from the inside and yet the lock is in tact there aren't any scratches on the tumbler, which means that the lock wasn't picked, and the security tapes of the evening show that no one was ever in this room. The question is," Sawa stated and then he paused. "How did they get in and out without ever coming here in the first place?" His eyes flickered open and he smiled, he strode by the corpse and looked at Akagi, "Not bad, but you far from adequate." His voice was sharp and seemed to pierce through him.

Akagi stood there in shock; he had missed all of the important details. Sawa turned to the three in the door way and said, "You three finish processing. Shu and Ozawa are with me." The three moved away from the door and Akagi stared as Sawa and Ozawa left the room, the pair was calm and collected, it was as though the murder had never happened. "What are we doing now?" asked Akagi curiously. Ozawa looked over his shoulder and replied, "We are doing nothing, I have to get back to the office and inform the Gang control unit about this incident." Sawa nodded and walked toward the bar, "So doesn't that make this the Gang Control Unit's territory?" asked Akagi in confusion. Ozawa shook his head, "Nope, they don't cover homicide however they will work with you," he responded. Akagi nodded, jurisdiction was always confusing when it came down to it. Each gang control unit operated differently and it appeared this one was mainly under cover. Ozawa sighed and smiled, "Not bad by the way, the break down," he said reassuringly. Akagi sighed and ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation, "Clearly it wasn't good enough," he replied. Ozawa laughed and shook his head, "No it was better than all of theirs, the first time they broke down a room it was worse than you, to the point all they are allowed to do is process it," he said teasingly. Akagi looked at him confused; all of them were more qualified than he was. "What?" he asked in confusion and he looked over at Sawa who was leaning against the bar, he had a cigarette between his lips and took a drag. His eyes were closed and he looked relaxed again. "Yup, you're the first one he's ever asked to not process the scene with the others," he said before they were interrupted by a loud ring, "That's mine" he said as he sifted his phone out of his pocket, "Well I'm afraid I have to go. Take care of your self kid," said Ozawa as he turned on his heel and answered his phone.

Sawa swept a hand through his long hair and Akagi noticed something odd about this man, there was a scar on his temple it was long and slender but there, it stopped just above his eyes and split through his eyebrow. His eyes were closed and he slowly pulled the cigarette from his lips, he had dark circles under his eyes and in the light he looked more elegant than he had in the dark. "Wow a beauty as a detective," commented a deep voice from across the room. Sawa's eyes flickered open and he looked over at the manager of the club. He sighed and slowly snuffed his cigarette out in the crystal ashtray which was resting on the counter. "Sorry you're not my type," said Sawa briskly as he walked over to Akagi. "A man?" asked the manager softly and Sawa smiled. "Dumb," he replied as coldly before walking over to Akagi. He sighed and muttered, "I really hate it when guys hit on me." Akagi stared at Sawa who stopped before him and asked, "So what do you know about wine?" Sawa's fingers slipped into his jacket as he fished out his black sunglasses, his black hair had fallen back into what seemed to be its normal position. It wasn't until now that Akagi realized that Sawa's hair was just as messy and unruly as his own. "Not much to be honest, I only know the price of that particular bottle," replied Akagi. Sawa slipped the rimless black sunglasses over his nose, there were perfect for the shape of his face and hair style. "So let's go see someone who does," replied Sawa. Akagi was confused he had no idea what the wine on the table had to do with anything. It made no sense. Sawa was quick to leave the club and began walking down the street, "Put your camera in the Durango, no one is going to take off with it, it's our car," he said quickly.

Akagi nodded and opened the door of the car. He honestly didn't understand a thing about Sawa, how he was able to read him so easily amazed in and his accurate assessment of the crime scene was even more impressive. Akagi slipped his camera into its case and then slipped it back into his backpack. After doing so Akagi closed the car door and darted after Sawa. "You don't drive?" asked Akagi in confusion. Sawa smirked and replied, "In Tokyo? Only when I'm desperate." Akagi stared at him; this man was literally one of the oddest he had met. "Where are we going?" asked Akagi as they walked down the stairs to a subway station bellow, "Ginza, a friend of mine should be able to help us out," he commented as he pulled his metro pass. In moments he was through the toll and Akagi fallowed. They ran into the subway and Akagi stared at Sawa who was still wearing his sunglasses. In seconds the doors closed and the train pulled forward. Akagi had been on the subway numerous times; however he still wasn't a fan of how quickly the trains moved underground. The fluorescents buzzed and Akagi looked over to see a pair of women whispering. They were gawking at Sawa as he wrapped his arm around the rail. "Who are we going to see in Ginza?" asked Akagi curiously. Sawa looked in his direction, since he was still wearing sunglasses Akagi had no idea if those mysterious gray eyes were locked on him or he was looking at something else. "Is this a game of twenty questions," his voice was icy, "because I have no interest in playing." Akagi fell silent and held onto the rail above his head. Ozawa's words rang in his ears and he looked at Sawa, this man was considered one of the best and yet he was nick named the Shanghai Detective. There wasn't a drop Chinese blood in this man's veins. "Next stop Ginza," cracked the speaker and Akagi snapped out of his thoughts. In a rush he had managed to escape from the subway car and he sprinted after Sawa. He was impressed by the pace in which this man walked. His strides were long and he moved through foot traffic as though it was a natural instinct. He stood out from the workers who were making there way to a sleeping Ginza.

Sawa stopped outside of the thick wooden door of a small bar called Ciel. There was a sign which stated they were closed however this didn't stop Sawa. He pushed open the door and a young man called, "Welcome, I'm sorry we aren't open yet though." Sawa slipped his sunglasses off and entered the bar, it was bright for a bar and Akagi fallowed him inside the space. There were two bartenders behind the bar, a heavy set man who was balding and a slender rather awkward young man. He didn't seem too pleased that there were customers in his bar at this time of day. "I'm not here for a drink, I'm looking for Uziki Kei," Sawa said as he tucked his black sunglasses into his jacket pocket. He took a seat at the bar and looked at the door which lead to the back. In a moment a young man with black hair walked out and was standing before them. "Sawa, it's been a while, what would you like?" asked the young man curiously. Sawa looked over his shoulder and glared at Akagi. His gaze was heavy and Akagi realized that Sawa wanted him to take a seat. In a moment Akagi obliged to Sawa's silent order and took a seat beside him. "Information," said Sawa softly and Kei sighed. "I'm not asking you to rag on your customers I need to know about a specific bottle of wine," he said as he reached into his pocket and pulled his smart phone. Akagi stared at the image of the label which had been taken by his cell phone. "When did you take that?" asked Akagi curiously. Sawa ignored him and handed the devise to Kei. The bartender smiled and responded, "Impressive, it's not yours though is it?" asked Kei. Sawa smiled and Kei sighed.