It had been a long but undeniably fun day out with Mako. Ruyko slumped down onto the bed, finally letting the day catch up with her. Ah Mako, a riddle wrapped in in enigma, wearing a bowl cut and a uniform slightly too big for her. Impossibly honest, yet not. Just what kind of girl was she, and more importantly what was she to Ruuyko, more than a 'bestie' as she, but if not that then what? That was a question for another time. Despite the enhancements that being I life fibre hybrid, it did nothing to prevent one from becoming exhausted. Soon Ruyko drifted off into a deep sleep.

She had been asleep for a couple of hours, and she really should of got up and made some sort of meal, but of history was anything to go by, she would sleep through to morning, get up late, swear profusely about getting up late while trying to get dressed and make breakfast at the same time, run out the door with almost everything required for the day while finishing the breakfast and making a remark about hating Mondays, and be off to school. Not the most organized routine, but it had served her well this year, the last year for her.

However none of this would take place this day. No, thanks to the unfortunately high intellect, and monstrous nature of a certain unknown party, something terrible would take place instead. Sitting in his thrown, surrounded by nothing except the dim light produced by the countless screens around him, and the darkness, the unknown figure, only identifiable, by the light that reflected of his large round spectacles, he let out a soft chuckle, and uttered the word

"So... It begins"

Pain. Immeasurable, extreme pain, only comparable, to having ones own heart ripped out, or ripping of ones cloths once they had been stitched on, which unfortunately for Ruyko, she knew of both. It started in the front of her head and now it was making its way down the back of her neck. She could also feel something niggling at the back of her mind, no clawing at it. Then it subsided, and she slumped on the bed.

"What... Was... That...?" she panted.

REVOCS HQ

The building was for the most part, ruins. However the sub-basement was a different story. And within the sub-basement, a discovery was to be made. Satsuki, was rifling through paperwork that had belonged to her farther. For the most part she had been through it before, however an individual letter she hadn't seen before caught her eye.

Yamamoto research and development ltd. The letter was directly addressed Soichiro Kiryuin. She tore open the letter with care, and retrieved the envelope's contents. Within a single unmarked brief letter

Soichiro, it has been some time since we last spoke, I hear that little Satsuki is almost 5 years of age now. As you have already guessed by now, this isn't a social call. If at all possible I'd like it if you were able to swing by the Yamamoto offices, I think I may have another solution to our mutual problem.

Yours sincerely Isaac Maverick.

Satsuki pondered the letter, knowing what was meant by 'mutual problem'.

Just who is he Isaac Maverick? This is the first mention of him. Just what life did you lead before REVOCS?

She folded up the letter and put it away for later, leaving the room. Soon she had returned to the surface, where she entered a car waiting for her and it sped of toward the mansion.

After her own efforts to get information on the mysterious Yamamoto research and development ltd didn't bore the desired results, she decided to phone in a favour from a good friend. Soon the familiar face of the teal haired teenager known as Hoka Inumuta, appeared on the screen before Satsuki.

"Lady Satsuki, to what do I owe the plesure?"

"For today at least, this isn't a social call. I need you to find all the information you can on a corporation called Yamamoto research and development ltd, and a man I believe to be an employees named Isaac Maverick."

The teen on the other end of the screen pondered the question for a moment then proceeded to ask

"I know you well enough that you wouldn't squander resources over a mere whim or REVOCS management business, so can I assume this is to do with life fibres?"

"Almost... I believe that Isaac Maverick was a college of my farther. According to a letter from him to my father, he had a solution to what he entitled a 'mutual problem'. I'd be willing to bet that, the mutual problem he referred to was either life fibres or Ragyo herself. Either way whatever it is, it is of upmost importance."

"I understand, I'll begin research into them immediately lady Satsuki"