The brand of a Hacker (Witch Hunter Robin spin off){Part 6: To Make it Better}

Matsuki watched the screen before her with wary eyes.
Three days had elapsed from the night when Sakaki had talked with her. Three days with little results. The leads always seemed to lead back to the picture of the Nira girl. But with Nira Koga still not making an appearance, Matsuki found herself repeatedly running into brick walls in her search. Her marathon of work, punctuated by a few hours of napping every once in a while at the constant insisting of Michael, was beginning to form a pile on her once neatly messy desk. Four empty coffee cups stacked under a fifth that was now cold and nearly to the bottom; Crumpled paper with trashed noted scattered all around her, lingering out of her overflowing trashcan; Two mid-sized legal pads sat open at odd angles, seemingly random coding written on them.
Eight Internet browser tabs, ten Word Files, six image files, and Eighteen reference photos of both Amon and Robin were open in a mismatched hubbub on the screen. With a sigh, Matsuki leaned back in her chair, twisting her neck until a satisfying crack sounded. With a small groan of soreness, she stood, pacing to the window and peering outside. It was only mid afternoon, but Matsuki could feel her eyelids drooping dangerously.
The second fake cough finally brought her attention to the other side of the room. With a slow movement, Matsuki peered over her shoulder. The scent of fried Rice, miso, and what smelled like some form of eggs wafted across the room. With wide eyes, Matsuki took in the sight before her. Michael stood with arms crossed, Sakaki behind him, along with Dojima and Karasuma hanging behind in the rear. All four had bags in their hands, teeming with wonderful scents.
"Lunch is served." Michael announced easily, stepping forward with a grin. Matsuki felt a smile break out onto her face as she, too, stepped forward, peering curiously at the bags.
Kawaii Desu Yoo! Aishiteru!
They had bought enough bento boxes to feed a small army of Matsukis. None of them had thought to seek out what kind of foods she liked, and therefore, none of them knew she normally subsisted on a small salad for lunch and periodic bottles of juice and water in a day. Having three bento boxes thrust upon her was a bit overwhelming in the food department, but she soon found she was famished. Only after she had worked her way through the second bento and was debating on cracking open the third did it hit her that she had only had a snack bag of chips and a few carrots while she worked.
It was not that she had found no reason to eat, it was simply that every time she had found a place she could possibly take a break to do so, she would have another break through and get caught up once more. As she sat on the floor, her legs tucked up under her and her blouse's sleeves rolled up past her elbow, she peered around at the other four. They were all nitpicking at what remained of their own bento boxes. Sakaki was completely done, lying back on the ground, knees drawn up casually and arms cradling his head as his eyes drifted closed in contentment. Dojima sat on her legs, sipping at what remained of her miso soup; Karasuma was leaning against the wall, nibbling at her chopstick, repeatedly dipping it in wasabi to give herself a kick.
As she turned her gaze once more, Michael was watching her in return as her brown eyes fell on him. After a moment, the smirk left his face and attention seemed to gather in one swift moment. "As much as we appreciate your help on this, you know, if I ever catch you doing the marathon Anorexic thing again, I will personally go and disable every WIFI and Internet connection within four miles of this building." His voice was stern, and though they all knew he was joking, Matsuki couldn't help the widening of her eyes as shock and dismay bore down on her.
With a certain amount of chagrin and irony, she spoke at last, drawing even Sakaki to full attention. "It's okay, really. I'm just fine going a couple days on a bag of chips..." Sakaki's raised brow and Dojima's glare told it all. Nobody was happy with that answer. "Okay, I'll eat!" Matsuki finally admonished, throwing her hands to the air in defeat. Even Karasuma had to smile as laughter began to break out in small waves over the gathering.
RAAR!
Watching the small gathering through the window, the laughter that had been missing from the complex finally returning, the dark figure in the window smiled. With a soft gaze, the figure watched the gathering, content to watch as Michael's young face lit with amusement, Sakaki's own youthful countenance glowing as he cheerfully picked at the small woman who sat in a playful huff. The girl had been exactly what they had all needed.
"You shouldn't get too close, you know. It'll only make this harder than it already is." The figure in the Window stepped aside from the soft glow, immediately blending flush with the wall outside once more. With swift eyes, the speaker was soon found.
"Nagira. You should never sneak up on people." The soft voice rang like a memory as the man stepped into the dim light allotted by the window. His normal fur-lined coat draped casually on his shoulders as he leaned back on one leg, casual even in a situation such as this.
"And you should know better than to Spy, little Robin..."