Chapter 1:
"Yoh are you listening!"
"Zzzzzzzzzz"
"Lyserg! Punch Yoh!" Noticing the angry gleam in Ren eyes, Lyserg complies.
"Ack… What! What's going on?" Yoh groggily states as he wakes up.
Ren stands up, and gives Yoh a look, that unless you knew him, would send chills down your spine. Yoh, being naturally lazy and mellow, brushed off the look as Ren exaggerating. Then… then the point grew… the sign of no return… Before Yoh had any time to duck, Ren's fist connected with his face and he was out cold.
"You know Ren, what's the point of waking him up, if you're going to knock him out again" Lyserg deadpans.
"What was that for?" Yoh groans.
"Guys, were in a restaurant, finish your food and then get us kicked out." Lyserg twirled his fork picking up pieces of spaghetti and popping it in his mouth.
Ren opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted as the front door of the store slammed, followed by what seemed to be an upbeat argument.
"That's just outrageous! There's no way we're going back now it's been confirmed already that-" the voice was clearly female, accented strangely.
"Ya confirmed that it's in Japan, so where are we just going to go door to door?" a distinctive male voice snaps, cutting the other off.
"Guys?" it seems there's a third member to this party, trying to join the conversation but being ignored.
"Well then what do you suggest? We just pack our bags and leave? Ya maybe you know who will just surrender."
"Well I doubt that it'll do us any good picking random building to walk into and hope what we're looking for's in there."
"Guys!"
"Oh this is getting nowhere!"
"Ya so why don't we just-"
"GUYS!" This seemed to put a stop to the argument and they booth look toward their friend. The group had settled one both ahead of where Yoh, Ren and Lyserg now sat quietly eating, catching snippets of the conversation.
The boy finally gaining his companions attention went on. "Please I thought we came into this restaurant to eat, not argue more about this!"
The statement was followed by sighs. However it seemed to prove effective as everyone seized talking and took out a menu.
Lyserg thought about the strange conversation they had just overheard, running it through his head a few times before something caught his attention. It wasn't the argument itself but it was the accents. These people were foreigners, and they came here looking for something. Lyserg briefly pondered the possibility of this having anything to do with the recent cancelation of the Shaman tournament. It was unlikely, by the sound of the voices the group was only in their late teens, as far as he knew none of the Patch representatives where nearly that young. He pushed the thought aside. By now everyone had finished eating and was spacing out or also in deep thought.
Yoh stood suddenly, looking around the table and smiling.
"Well since everyone's finished let's get going" The rest nodded, setting payment on the table and heading toward the door.
Over the tall cushioned seats of the booths Lyserg caught a glance of dark brown hair kept untidy and wild, as the door shut behind him. He just couldn't shake that strange feeling; it was as if… he knew him…
Sitting in Dumbledore's old office were Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Currently they were discussing with Dumbledore's portrait about some new information gained about Voldemort's plans. According to a spy among the Dark Lord's ranks, he was currently abroad, searching for an extremely powerful artifact. More information was the reason they were searching everywhere for answers to their abundant questions.
"All we know about whatever it is that he's searching for is that it's powerful, located far away, and provides immortality." proclaimed Hermione.
"I agree that's not much to go by, but I do have a slight idea of where this is going…" stated Dumbledore's portrait. By the tone of his voice, it was obvious that had he been alive, his eyes would have held that mysterious twinkle that was infamous for being the sign of generally breathtaking news.
"But what about the Horcruxes? I thought that destroying them was the main priority! After all that was sacrificed to get information on them, you want us to just go find something else!" yelled Harry.
"Calm yourself Harry! Let me explain. If Voldemort gets a hold of this item, it would be the end of everything. The prophesy would be invalid and everything we worked for would be ruined. Imagine, an immortal Voldemort! We would all be destroyed! Not to mention we would have to suffer from his cruelty indefinitely! Do you really want to risk that! We MUST find and hopefully destroy this item." It could be seen by the look in his eyes the Dumbledore would not take no for an answer.
"Come on Harry, this is obviously important." Ron said, trying to inject his opinion into the conversation.
"I understand, but that doesn't mean that I want to take this blasted war abroad!" Harry finally said, albeit reluctantly.
"Do we even know where it is?" Hermione bluntly states.
All three of then turn and look at Dumbledore's portrait. He was smiling sadly and had a look that implied he knew more than he was letting on.
"I do believe that there is one item that fits the description. It is described as a weapon, which grants the wielder immortality. The very concept is composed of ancient magic, and the actual item would only work on someone with unwavering intentions. It is rumored to take the form of an ancient dagger. Do you think this is what he is after?" Both Harry and Ron where speechless, and Hermione looked almost fearful.
"Yes, I do believe that's it." states Hermione in a shaky voice. None of them even wanted to imagine someone as Dark as Voldemort getting a hold of this powerful object.
Harry voiced the thought that was in everyone's mind, "We cannot let him get this dagger! I now understand why you where so desperate to convince me to go. Do you know where it is located?"
Dumbledore sighed, giving the impression that he was going to regret telling them this right now. "It was lost seen in… Japan"
"JAPAN" three voices yelled.