The day was wearing thin, as Kiyoko's motorcycle drove up the driveway to her apartment building. She fingered a long scratch that was now on the side of the bike.
"Sorry. Guess I couldn't get away fast enough."she muttered, hoping it wouldn't be too costly to fix. A large bill was the last thing her meager bank account needed. She sighed, and hopped off the bike, having parked it in her usual parking spot.
Up the stairs and down a hallway, she walked to her small apartment, feeling as tired as she usually does after a job. Being a ninja in this day and age was not an easy task, mind you. She opened her door and threw her keys onto the counter.
Locking the three locks on her door, she then walked to her couch and flopped onto it, relaxing for a fraction of a second, before the ringing of her phone jolted her from the couch.
Muttering a curse under her breath, she answered the phone, without bothering to look at the caller id.
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