The clock said 7 am, and coming out of the shower, Kunzite clearly felt that he had not had enough sleep. As expected, the uninvited guests were getting on his nerves. The guy was still fine, as he was mostly silent, but the girl was a real hell. Her mouth did not close for a second, and the whole dinner Kunzite tried to control himself in hand and fake interest. Surprisingly, Setsuna did not seem bothered by the constant chatting on "castings, selfies, and Kim Kardashian is so sexy". She sincerely enjoyed the company of her sister, whom she had not seen for so many years. It turned out that their mothers once had a strong fight and had not communicated since then for twenty years! Setsuna did not know all the details of the quarrel - both women were crazily stubborn, and did not want to go for contact first. Therefore, Setsuna was especially glad to establish at least some contact with her relative. When for a moment Mina shut up to swallow a piece of sponge cake with strawberry jam ("Hallelujah," Kunzite thought frowningly), Setsuna carefully raised this question. To which Minako looked with frightened eyes at her sister and answered uncertainly that she did not know for sure:

"Honestly, Sets, I myself do not know why they are not getting alone, and daddy never spoke about it to me, no matter how much I asked him." The little I heard was some kind of a rumor. They say that your mother once suggested that mine should move out and abandon our farm, the village life, and the stupid unintelligent husband, but my mother got angry and refused. Unfortunately.

Minako uttered the last word with unconcealed bitterness, to which Yaten smiled softly.

"If it's true, I can not forgive her." Had I not been born on a farm with chickens and pigs I would be already a big star! I was born to become one, and I will prove it to everyone!

If not for politeness, Kunzite would roll his eyes - he heard this "I will prove to everyone" for the fifth time in the evening.

Finishing the dessert, Minako took another half an hour, telling how she played Juliet at the local theater, and how she was applauded. It turned out that she attended acting courses, while at the same time taking a degree in Accounting in a district university, due to pressure from her parents. There she met Yaten, who was from the same small southern town as she. He played in a rock band, and after becoming a fan first, Minako soon became the official girlfriend of the local star.

"I was already ready to put up with fate and become a fat lady with lacy, self-styled white shawls, a bunch of tearful children and breaking my back on Yaten's father's land when my mother somehow casually mentioned your family. She saw you on TV, Sets, you were interviewing a criminal chronicle. I pushed harder and found shocking news, in the heart of the media industry, in a city where there is one celebrity per five people, in the city where Dreams Come True, I have a sister! So, I made her spit on her pride and ask on my behalf me, and I'm so glad and grateful that you did not refuse, sister! You're the best, simply the best!

Minako again rushed to hug Setsuna, and Kunzite grunted to himself- what a nosy girl. After a long conversation and politely refusing to listen to Minako performing the song from the Phantom of the Opera, the tired hosts went to bed.

"I told you, she's sweet," Setsuna said, sitting down on the bed, "she's so alive."

"Too much," Kunzite grumbled, holding the bride in his arms, "too chatty, but the guy balances her."

"That's for sure," Setsuna snapped. "Listen, Kun, this is very important, what she said about our mothers. Mom was very excited that Mina`s mother asked her a favor for the first time in twenty years. All these years, my aunt behaved very coldly... But this is an important step forward. Do you know what I mean? .. I would really like to help my mom.

"What are you talking about?" Kunzite did not understand, kissing the girl's long neck, which smelled like rose oil.

"Maybe ... can I call Him and ask for my sister?"

Shockwaves got sent throughout Kunzite`s body. Kunzite looked at Setsuna, gray eyes glimpsing with steel.

"Are you out of your mind, Sets?" Do you understand what you're talking about?! He's your ex, who has every right to hate me. The feeling is mutual by the way.

" Yes, but... She wants to become the star of the musical so much, and he is the most influential in this scene. Is not it a coincidence?"

"No, - Kunzite pulled away from her, and Setsuna felt cold, - I do not want to spoil the illusion, but your sister has no chance."

"Why is that?" asked Setsuna with growing irritation in her voice.

" Because she's dull. I did not hear her sing, but I'm sure there is nothing special, neither she nor her boyfriend can show. If they could, they would have been noticed by recruiters long ago.

"So you mean that my sister is a talentless no-one?"

" Yes, and it's still gently said."

The girl became silent and took the pillow, laying on the very edge of the bed. An angry sense of jealousy released Kunzait's throat, and he calmed down,

"Sets," he called hoarsely. The girl did not answer. "Love, forgive me." I do not know what got to me. I'm so tired of this case, and then you're reminding me of him.

The girl turned sharply-there were mischievous lights in her eyes:

"I knew you were jealous, my blond Othello!"

Kunzite sharply rushed to the girl, and a second later his hot body pressed against her. After a passionate kiss from which Setsuna's eyes darkened, Kunzite whispered:

"I love you, my beautiful girl. And okay, so be it, if your sister does not work out, I'll use my connections.

Setsuna smiled and pulled the groom to her side ...

Entering the kitchen, Kunzite first smelled the freshly brewed coffee. It turned out that from now on he was not the only one who was getting up early in this house. Minako was quick and full of energy as if she had not just arrived yesterday. Although perhaps, in contrast to Kunzite, she still slept at night - they could get tired from the road.

"Good morning, Kun!" Minako sang and rushed to the cupboard with the mugs. "Coffee?"

"Yes, it would be great," the young man grinned gratefully, sitting down on the high chair by the bar and watching the morning transformation of Mina in amazement. In the morning her face was clear from make-up and, strangely, it suited her. She washed off this bronze tan, and the white snow-white porcelain skin shone with brilliance and youth. Eyes without false eyelashes and terrible shadows were deep and had a beautiful shape. Thick hair was cast in gold. Yes, definitely, she was not bad, but still not his type.

"Where are you going so early?" Mina asked, pouring a life-giving drink, and without listening to his answer, she continued. "I have the first casting today, although it will be in three hours, I need to make up and get ready." You know, it takes time for us girls. If I got this place in the band, it would be a carte blanche. They just have such a group that I need a type like me. Oh, yes, today Yaten also has a casting. It's so exciting...

- Mina, - he interrupted the girl, wincing from her twitter - it's all very interesting, but I I am sorry I need to go. I have an important meeting.

Throwing these words and almost untouched coffee, the guy abruptly got up and went outside to the car. The girl froze with her mouth open, but then she snorted and poured coffee into the sink. She was easy-going.

Kunzite was the first visitor in a specially protected pre-trial detention center for especially-dangerous persons under the Central Intelligence Agency. The guards looked at Kunzite with surprise, not knowing that the murderer's society was more appealing to him than being close to talkative blonde.

The guards brought in a tall, pale guy with black hair and a beautiful face of an aristocrat, spoilt by a contemptuous grimace.

"Is there something else? I think I said long ago that everything you do here without my lawyer is not legal".

"But you yourself refused the lawyer," Kunzite repeated.

"Yes, because I'm not guilty and will prove it myself in the court," the guy snapped his fingers.

"We have two witnesses, I told you ... you're in a deep shit, Dexter ..."

The prisoner's eyes widened in surprise and immediately narrowed. As a predator.

"I do not know what you're talking about, Mr. Prosecutor. But I'm surprised that you have the skill of hiding information until a certain point."

Kunzite already learned the language of allusions with Mamoru, and therefore decided not to play tricks and fortune-telling.

" Yes, both Nephrite and Jadeite cannot say anything about the other members of your Pack. According to them, all the others were wearing masks, and they do not know them".

"Do you believe this?" - Mamoru's eyes flashed and he leaned back in a stiff chair.

"No," Kunzite's impenetrable face did not even express a grin. "I believe that they are either afraid of other members of the Pack, or they are treating them too well."

"The second option seems very sweet", - Mamoru smirked loudly.

"So they care about the rest that`s why they do not turn them in," Kunzite thought to himself. These meetings were unpleasant, but it was only through such smirks and remarks he could learn at least some of the truth. Surely, this would have no power at the trial. But it was important for him to catch the Pack - even without the Leader, they were dangerous.

"It would be preferable if you did start cooperating with us. We do one job in the end, "Kunzite said dryly.

Mamoru's jaw nearly fell out. "One job?" Vigilantes are not corrupt liberal cops who see the law and sigh softly, like "well, well, well, what can I do. I am just av average cop"

Mamoru paused and frowned: he uttered unnecessarily too much. Instead of gloating, Kunzite looked with disdain at his opponent-the methods of this gang were disgusting to him.

"I will utter the alias of your members of the Pack so that you get the message. We will catch them, and they will be in real trouble. You brought too much grief and death-the Supreme Council will authorize the right to consider you terrorists and destroy".

" How many good guys will die at this unnecessary war. Or bad ones, "Mamoru grinned broadly, showing impeccable white teeth that were not even injured in the insulator. "It seems you are becoming like us. Mi Gusta, Senor Prosecutor."

"Listen," Kunzite`s face twitched, but he managed to overcome the irritation. "Azazel, Kuniklo, Spacy, Trazom, Misery, Linnaeus, Hawk, Zingara and Mond. "We'll catch them all."

Quietly listening to all the nicknames, Mamoru still reacted to one name. Mond.

"I also know that your girlfriend has become your successor."Mond, is not it? " Kunzite drawled, genuinely enjoying the moment.

Arrogance finally came down of Mamoru`s face and a repressed expression mixed with fear and pain appeared in his eyes. Despite the fact that this man was a monster, even he loved someone.

"Even if it's true," he hissed softly, "you'll never get to her." And if even one hair falls from her head, I personally will cut off your bride, Mr. Prosecutor, and eat her liver before your very eyes.

The steel gaze crossed the blackness of the pupils of Dexter, the killer of the murderers.

"We'll catch her when she tries to kill the Tomoe family, or rather kidnap, as you always do, the wife and the daughter Tomoe."

"What?" Mamoru's voice sounded genuinely astonished. Kunzite frowned, did he miscalculate, and this operation started without him.

- Yes, Mr. Kaczynski has already received a heartbreaking horror-video with a warning. How do you do this propaganda with all these special effects and music? He already thought about sending his daughter Hotaru away from abroad, but we reassured him that we will protect and that you son of a bitch is in prison.

But Mamoru did not listen to him. He was hovering somewhere in his thoughts, apparently trying to understand how the situation got out of his control.

"Who is she? We can save her soul, Dexter."

Mamoru shook his head. And it was not clear what was more in this gesture - disappointment or disbelief. A minute later, he pulled himself together and, returning an arrogant expression, spat into Kunzite`s face:

" She's the one who has a keen sense of justice. She will punish all criminals, and nothing will stop her".

The prisoner stood up. The conversation was over.

Minako was getting ready for three hours, first, this bronze setting, rosy blush, false eyelashes, lenses that made her eyes shiny-she looked like a Barbie doll, and she really liked it. Having put on a mini-skirt and thirteen-centimeters heels, she called a taxi. It's expensive, but in this outfit, she was too good for the metro.

After seeing the long line of long-legged and big-chested contestants, the girl did not despair. Waving her golden hair, she sat next to the girl, who was very different from the others-she had brown hair to her shoulders and a very pleasant face. She was also dressed more simply than the rest, black jeans and a T-shirt with the Metallica logo. Despite her modesty, she was hypnotizing.

"Hi, I'm Minako." The girl started the conversation briskly. The brown-haired girl smiled sweetly in return.

- I'm Naru, nice to meet you, Minako.