Maki stormed into the kitchen, pushing over any akuma in her way. Smoke was drifting from a nearby room "Keep it down in there. It's the middle of the night!" A voice scolded. Tyki, Maki thought, Just who I need! Can this night get any worse? "Honey, if you want to break things, go to the Black Order." Oh great, Sheryl's there too. Why don't we just add Road, and the party will be complete! A young, female voice giggled at Sheryl's pun. THAT'S IT! Maki slammed the doors open, nearly cracking them. Road was playing with small stringed puppets, one resembling Allen Walker, and the other resembling herself. Tyki and Sheryl were settled in armchairs, calmly playing a game of cards. Maki looked at them all, trying to put on a look of intimidation. "Why. Didn't. You. Tell. Me?" she growled, creating emphasis on each word. Sheryl shot her a quizzical look. "Tell you what?" he asked innocently. There was a still silence in the room, excluding the cackles of the fireplace, slowly devouring the wood that it held. "Kerkira was here, and you didn't bother telling me. Or maybe you didn't want to tell me altogether." Road stood up, linked her arm with Maki's, and led her to an armchair, facing side-on to the fire. "You saw her, right? So, no harm done~" she giggled gleefully. Maki looked cautiously at Road. She was definitely hiding something. Maybe it had something to do with Kerkira coming here; she rarely visited. Sheryl exited the room, and returned with a steaming cup of tea. He offered it to Maki. "Just the way you like it." Maki stared at the teacup. Some white powder was flowing in it. She decided it was unstirred sugar. "You know, I've never actually liked tea." She replied, almost downing the cup in one gulp after finishing her sentence. Something about the tea didn't taste right. "Sherrryyylll, whadiddyoo puttin thizteeea?" Maki slurred, falling out of the armchair she had been seated on. Darkness started to overwhelm her. Tyki was looking at Sheryl with a curious look on his face. "You didn't, did you?" he enquired. Sheryl ignored him. The last thing Maki saw was Sheryl bending over, a triumphant and impossibly large smile stretching over his face. "Oh darling, wouldn't you want to know. . ." he sneered at Maki, his voice breaking off as darkness covered her vision another time.
"You're going to investigate some 'disturbing' occurrences in Romania." Komui said as he sat behind the large wooden desk covered with papers of all kinds. "Okay, but two things. First, what's with the way you said disturbing and second, why Romania?" Kerkira asked the annoying man, as she looked over at the bookshelf, perhaps the only thing that was in order in the room. "These incidents have all been around your old home in Uricani. People have apparently been seeing the ghosts of people who have died and then their loved ones are disappearing." Komui's face darkened and Kerkira noted the sound of his teeth grinding together. "So, pretty much the usual case of the Earl-tricks-more-people-into-becoming-akuma." Kerkira said, trying to lighten Komui's mood; Komui stayed the same. So much for the indirect approach. I don't even know why humans try, Kerkira thought. She moved towards Komui in one quick move and before Komui could say anything, Kerkira was kneeling on his desk with her hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look at her. "Komui, you need to stop worrying so much."
Komui's face went red and he seemed like he couldn't find his words. Kerkira let out a small giggle and pulled Komui towards her, his face pressing hard against her large breasts. Kerkira held him there as she hugged him for several moments. "Komui, have fun and live it large, take risks and have no regrets, that's what I say, and what you need to learn to do." She whispered. Komui just sat there and held onto her. Kerkira finally let him go and laughed a little when she saw how red he was. "Alright, then I should go and pack for Romania, see ya round, Komui." She said as she turned to leave. Komui didn't reply. He just sat there, as if he were in a trance. Kerkira giggled once again and left. As soon as she left the room, her face turned sour. But first, I have to go back to the mansion. Maki never made it back last night, she thought. I swear, if any of them have hurt her, they will feel the true wrath of the eighth Noah. With that, she went to pack and head for the door, then to Romania. But first, Vodka!