Disclaimer: I do not, of course, own Flame of Recca, nor do I own any of the characters.

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Chapter 1: Message

"Mi-chan?" An overly-happy voice came over the phone. Fuuko. Of course.

"You have no idea what time it is, do you," was my answer.

"It is you! Good! I got the wrong number first, and there was some old lady, and…"

"Why are you calling?" I interrupted. That idiotic she-monkey wasn't getting it through her head that it was four o'clock in the morning.

"… so I asked if you were there, and she said she didn't know who 'Mi-chan' was, and even if she did, that I shouldn't be calling at this time of day…"

"You shouldn't be," I interjected, knowing full well that I wasn't going to be heard. That girl was absorbed in her own little world. A world that didn't include interruptions. Or, apparently, sleep.

"… and after I corrected her and made sure she knew you weren't my boyfriend, I hung up, and then I called you!" She finished, sounding proud of herself. Did she want congratulations that she realized I wasn't an elderly lady? Perhaps she wanted to be applauded for the fact that she had gotten my number correct on the second try. It was rather amazing… I knew of the old adage, "monkeys slamming their hands on a keyboard could eventually write Shakespeare," but using a phone book? I would have thought it was beyond her.

"So why are you calling, precisely?" I asked again, hoping for an answer now that she had finally stopped chattering about the old woman she had called earlier. "I'm giving you five seconds to hold my interest. Five…"

"You're not seriously going to do that, are you, Mi-chan?"

"Four…"

"MI-CHAN! That's so mean! I can't believe you actually…"

"Three…two… one." With that, I promptly hung up the phone. She woke me up at four o'clock in the morning to inform me that she had called the wrong number? How foolish. Seconds after I hung up, the phone began to ring once more. I sighed. Fuuko again, no doubt. As the message machine finally picked up her call, I was fully expecting a blast of sound to emanate from the speakers, so I lowered the volume on the machine, hoping to keep my eardrums intact for the time being. Even at the lowest volume setting, her tirade was rather impressive.

"MIII-CHAAAAN! You better pick up this phone! Kagero-san has been captured, and we need your help! We think we know where she is, and I bet it's guarded by Uruha, and Kurei, and all sorts of nasty people! So we neeeed you, Mi-chan!..."

I had heard enough. While it was against my better judgment to do anything that the she-monkey told me, I respected Kagero. She was one of the few I had met recently that actually seemed to have some semblance of intelligence. It was hard to believe that she was actually related to Recca.

So, I got dressed, hearing Fuuko screaming on my message machine all the while (she had probably gone through at least a fifteen-minute rant at this point) and walked over to the Hanabishi household. I only had a vague knowledge of where it was, but that would serve me well enough. And I had no doubt that this was where they were gathered.

As I arrived, I witnessed a rather strange scene… combine fireworks, a chain-smoker that could only be Recca's adoptive father, and all of my teammates from the Ura Buto Satsujin (including Ganko, who really shouldn't have been up at this hour…), and this was the scene in front of me. And, of course, Fuuko was still pouring her heart and soul into threats on my answering machine… until she noticed me, that is.

"Mi-chan! You did come!" She exclaimed, bounding over and tossing the Hanabishi's phone on the ground. I side-stepped an attempted hug and instead addressed the general assembly.

"So, do you have any idea what we are going to do yet?" I asked, fully expecting a negative answer. Something as sophisticated as a plan probably hadn't dawned on the ape congregation yet.

"Well… not really," Fuuko said. I barely held back a sigh, and instead ran a hand through my hair. Primary lesson when dealing with Team Hokage: when you feel like strangling one (or all) of them, instead ignore them and concentrate on your hair. It's worked so far.

"That's why we invited you!" Ganko said excitedly through her stuffed fox, Kondo. "Because you're the one that can actually think at four in the morning!"

"I'm the only one who can think at all," I stated. "And even I struggle to maintain brain function when awoken at four o'clock by a rabid monkey."

"Would you stop calling me a monkey?!" Fuuko demanded, wearing an angry expression that I recognized all too well. She started into an anger-provoked attack, only to be held back by Domon… though he, too, appeared angry for my insult to his darling Fuuko.

"He may be able to help us… if you hit him too hard, he may not be able to think anymore, Fuuko!" Domon was exclaiming, as the she-monkey struggled in his hold.

"Yes, that's true. If I'm hit too many times in the head, I might end up like you, Domon," I stated. Koganei, who had (until now) been sleeping in a corner, let out a loud laugh at that remark. However, the gorilla simply looked confused, and I decided to actually try to forward the mission I had been woken up for (also, I had visions of Domon releasing Fuuko when he finally figured out my insult. I would have been safe for at least five minutes, but still…), so I interrupted any more conversation the fools were starting with, "So where is Kagero-san, anyways?"

"She's in this big, scary castle," Ganko said seriously. "It's like… she's a princess, waiting for her knight in shining armor." And, right after this, three people spoke simultaneously.

"This has got to be a joke," was my contribution.

"I know what you're going to say, Mikagami, this is really serious!" Recca exclaimed, far too loudly for four o'clock in the morning.

And, finally, from the furthest corner, came "Of course she's waiting for her knight in shining armor! And he will come!" Having thus spoken, the man that I had previously labeled as Recca's adoptive father stood with handfuls of fireworks, a cigarette still in his mouth. I instantly knew that my assumption of his identity was correct. The same idiocy radiated from the son as the father. The man continued, "And I will save Kagero-san, even if I have to fight a million men!" He brandished the fireworks like he was about to ignite them, and I mentally cringed. One idiot like Recca was bad enough. Two would be nearly unbearable…

"I told you to stop smoking around the fireworks!" Recca announced to the man. The father quickly quickly dealt out a kick in his adoptive son's face, and I had to disguise a laugh as a cough. Ah, how I suffer for the sake of being polite.

And Domon, apparently, had finally figured out my insult. The look of general idiocy on his face was replaced by one of dawning comprehension, then he sunk back into confusion, releasing Fuuko in the process (luckily, she had been calm for some time now… he probably just didn't want to let go of her). My best guess was that he was trying to work out an insult to return. I wasn't expecting anything like my own sarcastic mastery.

I sighed again, before adding to the conversation with, "So how far away has Kagero-san been taken? It wouldn't be conveniently close, like Kurei's mansion,
I suppose?"

"No, it's pretty far away," Recca said. "But Dad can drive."

I glanced doubtfully towards the man in the corner, who was happily examining fireworks with the air of one looking through prized jewels. "I get in a car with him behind the wheel," I stated blandly, "when I start dating the she-monkey."

"I am not a she-monkey!" Fuuko exploded, rushing towards me. As Domon was still wrapping his head around a retort to my insult, she was unchecked in her attempt to deal me bodily harm (obviously, Recca wasn't about to complain). I sidestepped, and would have spent the next few minutes dodging her if Domon hadn't finally thought up a comeback.

"Well… at least I don't look like a girl!" He exclaimed, obviously considering this an amazing insult.

"Oh, like I haven't heard that before," I muttered, dodging a punch of Fuuko's and sending a blank stare Domon's direction.

Fuuko temporarily paused in her attack, looking at me with what I assumed was a thoughtful expression on her face. "You do look like more of a girl than usual, Mi-chan," she stated, with all the delicacy of a blunt knife. "You look like Yanagi with your hair down."

"I look like Yanagi-san?" I didn't even know what to make of that comment. It wasn't an insult, per say, but… still. I suppose I could have avoided this whole strange situation by remembering to pull my hair back. Ah, well.

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