He opened his eye sleepily, peering around him confusedly. It was nighttime, and his hand was raised (and very asleep, ouch ouch) because it was attached to someone else's hand. Someone who had grey skin.
None of this was computing. Akito blinked upward at the shape of a pair of rather majestic bull horns silhouetted against the sky.
"Kintetsu...Bulls?" he mumbled, lifting a hand to rub at his eye, "Where am I? Was I kidnapped?"