It was quite a sweet smell. -Like chocolate.- And along with it, a sweet piece of cake. But that Mikuni learned, the world was never as mad as it could be. So he'd keep it just the way it was going, no matter his always growing hunger, no matter what they suckers say, he'd just continue to eat his part, slowly, little by little, as he always did. -Translation-

It was a soft seat that he was sitting on, Mikuni was thinking, feeling perfectly at ease in one of the leather seat of a Financial District prived taxi. It was good for sure, even if he would like to be in more of a 'driver' position. Even if he should, to be able to get what he had to. (Translation, some Masa'XMikuni but mostly reflection, Rating T because I'm such a paranoid...)

Mikuni has just found his card turned Black. Of course there's no way in hell it can be right, can it be? And even if it would actually be something good, one thing Mikuni was sure about was that there's always a counterpart for all 'good' things in this world. You know, some 'price' to pay. (Translation Jap-Eng, just some random stuff about Mikuni and Masa')