Dark blue eyes opened to greet the morning sun that shone through a nearby window. A silhouette rose off of the bed on which it had rested only seconds before. Music pierced through the still, calm air, eliciting an agitated groan from the man. He fumbled noisily around, searching for the felonious mechanism and, managing to find the offending device, the man flipped it open.
"Hello," he called sleepily into his cell phone, making quite clear that he was unhappy about being woken.
"Ah! Mr. Okumura! How are you this fine morning?" The voice on the other end of the line was high pitched, quite annoying, and unmistakable.
"Mephisto? What is it? Do you need something?"
"Oh, it's nothing important. Just a little rumor I happened to hear from one of my messengers. You know, the one that travels to Gehenna. I didn't think you'd like to be informed of it later when your students were likely to catch on to it, as well." Mephisto sounded worried, but the man knew it was far more likely that he was amused.
"Alright…What is it?"
A chuckle rang out from the other end of the line, menacing and foreboding. The man became wary of what it was he was to hear next. The sound came to abrupt stop, silence lingering and nearly driving the man insane with morbid curiosity.
He heard and intake of breath, as if Mephisto was to speak, and he leaned his head farther into the phone. What came out shocked him, creating raging emotions of uncertainty and apprehension.
"Your brother is coming to True Cross."
