A/N: Sorry for the long wait, but I got swamped with stuff. First off were a lot of good games that came out. One of them was the God of War III game, and recently was the Lego's Harry Potter game. I couldn't put either game down. Not only that, my hours at work have changed, just three weeks ago, I had all my wisdom teeth pulled, so being in pain kept me from working on it.

Now I have found some free time and here ya go. Enjoy.

Split Personality: Part Three

Misaki, looking dumbfounded at Li's presence, stood before him, as he began downing his eleventh bowl of ramen. She wondered how and when he had left his apartment, and how it was possible for him to have eaten so much in a matter of minutes. It was inconceivable for a human being to move so quickly, unless he or she was a Contractor.

She clinched at her heart with her right hand and glanced downwards while it ached at the thought of him being one. Misaki hoped she was over-exaggerating.

Li peeled his eyes away from his food, as he noticed her appearance, and said, "You all right, Kirihara-san?"

Misaki looked up at him startled from his cheery mood after experiencing his cold-hearted stare moments ago. Perhaps he was jealous at seeing November Eleven with her.

"EH? Kirihara-san?"

"Eh? Ah, yes, I'm fine," she nodded.

She removed her hand from her chest and sat across from Li. She cleared her throat, shying away from his blue eyes, and then glanced back to smile, as if to play off her discomfort. How come she was so skittish around Li? She shouldn't feel this way since a month ago she spent fifteen minutes in the men's bathroom stall with him.

Li scooped up some noodles and slurped it into his mouth.

"How'd you know I was here?" he asked. "Is it from your years of detective skill that brought you to this place?"

"N—no, just my stomach," replied Misaki.

Li's eyes lit up, as he said, "Oh, a gut feeling then."

"N—no, just hungry," chuckled Misaki, blushing.

"Is that so?" Li responded while scratching the back of his head.

Rika walked up to their table and said, "Can I get you anything, miss?"

"Just a few bowls of what he's having," said Misaki.

Rika bowed and headed off into the back.

Misaki turned her attention back to Li. He had begun downing his twelfth bowl, as though there was no tomorrow. Without realizing it, her mind drifted off thinking at how Li could be at two places at one time. It was impossible unless he was a Contractor with that particular power. If he was, then she was wrong at suspecting him for being BK201. Perhaps he had made an electrical figure of himself to throw her off.

She slowly reached out her right hand, hesitating at first, and then placed it on his hand that was holding his bowl. To her relief she didn't receive a shock.

Li stopped munching on his food to stare at her hand, and then back at her while blinking stupidly.

"Everything all right, Kirihara-san?" he asked.

Misaki jerked her hand back startled, as her cheeks brightened in color, and muttered, "Ah—yes, I'm... fine."

Truth of the matter, she wasn't. As the Section-Chief of the Foreign Affairs, she had to be tough physically and mentally, but whenever Li came into the picture, her strict personality diminished instantly. How could a single man like him do a thing like that to her?

Rika set a few bowls before her, snapping Misaki out of her daze, and nodded her thanks. Rika returned it and departed to leave Misaki and Li alone. Her eyes drifted downwards to stare at her hands in her lap, and then looked up at Li to see he was on another bowl. She smiled at him while releasing a slight sigh.

Noticing her expression, Li glanced over at her, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"No, everything is all right, Li-kun."

She picked up a pair of chopsticks, swirled it in her bowl a couple of times, and pulled up a few strands of noodles to place in her mouth to slurp up. She would leave her worries behind for now since she wanted to spend some time with Li eating, even if it wasn't a date.

In the kitchen area, Rika walked up to her father and placed her hand in front of her mouth to whisper in his ear, "I didn't know Li-san was seeing anybody?"

"Me neither," said her father, twirling and stirring the ramen noodles as fast his arms could. "Hopefully Kiko doesn't find out. We'll have World War Three break out in here. If you ask me though, they look to make a perfect couple."

November Eleven and Hei stared at each other with deadly gazes, Hei gripping one of his blades like a vice. The air seemed to get heavier with the sounds of the city diminishing softly into the background. A lamppost illuminating part of Hei's body gave him the illusion of a ghost trapped between heaven and hell.

Sweat began to drip from their pores, as one waited for the other to make a slight move. November Eleven flinched, causing Hei to stand fast and ready for an attack. However, November Eleven stood firm.

"I must ask again, where is February?" he asked.

"These games again?" snorted Hei, his muscles tightening from pure disgust. "You tell me! She worked for your organization!"

"Hm, as I thought," smiled November Eleven.

Hei's body loosened as he gasped.

"What do you meaning by that?"

"Nothing that needs to concern you, Mr. 201BK."

November Eleven highlighted in blue, bent down before a puddle, and formed an icicle in his right hand to throw it. Hei dodged right and flung a knife to have his opponent duck under it. Hei pulled out another blade, glowed blue to send an electrical shock through it, and charged at November Eleven. He swung it at November Eleven's neck to miss by a centimeter, as November Eleven jumped back slightly.

He looked around the vicinity, scanning for a nearby puddle, and frowned to see none anywhere close at hand.

"No water supply, no ammo," taunted Hei.

November Eleven looked back at Hei while pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. He puffed out dissipated tobacco and put his left hand in his pocket.

"Your tactic wasn't to hit me, but to direct me away from any water supplies," said November Eleven. A smile crept up on his face. "Don't think I have an ace up my sleeve, Mr. 201BK?"

Hei looked on puzzled, as November Eleven yanked out his hand and threw something. Hei threw up his coat to shield his body seconds before the unknown weapon pierced it. He glanced at the object to see it was a frozen McDoness ketchup wrapper. Hei peeked over his coat to see November Eleven juggling a half dozen other McDoness wrappers in his hand.

"Use whatever the environment provides you," said November Eleven.

November Eleven glowed blue to freeze a wrapper and flung it at Hei. Hei smacked it aside with his blade, and then threw the blade at November Eleven with his wire connected to it. November Eleven ducked under it, dodged left from the line while it whipped around, and swung sideways from the blade being jerked forwards, as he threw another ketchup wrapper. Surprisingly, Hei snatched it between his fingers; causing November Eleven to stare dumbfounded, and then yanked back on his wire to have his opponent duck to have the blade fly over at the last second.

Hei snatched it with his right hand and glared at November Eleven displeased at his quick action for a man of his age.

Empty bowls were stacked up halfway to the ceiling next to Li with another pile forming. Other customers stared on flabbergasted at him while other guests walked in dumbstruck at the sight. Rika ran over to his and Misaki's table to set another bowl down and headed back.

One customer in the far corner waved her towards him. She headed over to him, stopped in front of his table, and asked, "Is there something you need?"

"No. I just wonder if you're going to have any food left for other customers?" he asked.

"Oh yes, we've prepared ourselves for such a thing."

"Such a thing?" The customer's voice rose along with his left eyebrow.

"We're a small business, so we don't have a lot of customers coming through, so we don't stack a lot of ramen. However, when Li-san showed up, we ran out of food in one hour."

"In one hour?"

"No, it wasn't an hour." Rika crossed her arms and placed her index finger to her checks, as she looked up at the ceiling while thinking. "I think we ran out within a half an hour." The customer's mouth hung open as though he was staring at a famous person. Unaware of his appearance, Rika smiled while putting her hands behind her back. "Business has boomed since. My dad is thinking about buying a small lot across town and in Kyoto thanks to Li-san."

She departed the customer's table, leaving him tongue-tied and without an appetite.

At Li's table, Misaki was on her forth bowl when Li finished his twentieth one. He threw it on the new pile and dug into his twenty-first ramen bowl. She was pleased to see that she wasn't the only one in the city that had a big appetite and didn't show it.

To her displeasure, her cell phone began ringing. She snatched her purse, reached inside to pull out her phone, and answered, "This is Kirihara."

"CHIEF, WHAT'S GOING ON!" screamed Saitou on the other line, causing Misaki to frown and pull the phone away from her ear.

"Saitou! How many times have I told you not to yell in the phone," reminded Misaki.

"Eh, my apologies, Chief,"

"Now, what do you mean, 'what's going on'?"

"What? Aren't you with November?"

"No, we split up."

"But... BK201 IS ACTIVE IN SHINJUKU!"

"What?" Misaki questioned, her eyes fixing on Li. "Are you sure?"

"HAI! November Eleven's star is also active in Shinjuku. We believe they might be fighting each other."

"What? I told him to not get involved with anything!" Misaki stood while hanging up the phone, pulled out a check, and wrote down the amount to pay hers and Li's food.

"Everything all right, Kirihara-san?" Li asked, looking up at her with a strand hanging from his mouth.

"Sorry, Li-kun, but I have to go. Consider my thanks by letting me pay for your meal."

"Eh? You don't have to."

Misaki bowed, turned on her heels and stormed out of the Homerun House to head back towards Li's apartment complex. She reached into her purse to abstract her weapon and held it up near her right earlobe. Misaki arrived in minutes, but there was no indication of November Eleven there, nor BK201. She continued her search by crossing the bridge and rounding a corner with no luck.

Suddenly, she heard an electric shock from behind her. She turned around in time to see a bright flash of light behind a group of buildings. Misaki charged down a damp alley that was a quarter wider than her hips, and emerged from it to see BK201 and November Eleven in a heated battle.

She pointed her gun at BK201 and shouted, "Freeze, you're under arrest!"

BK201 and November Eleven looked back at her perplexed.

Suddenly, his attention shifted behind her to someone approaching the scene. Misaki glanced over her shoulder to see Li running towards her waving her check. She stared on disbelieving, thinking who was more the idiot, Li or Saitou.

"Kirihara-san, I paid for your meal in thanks of letting me borrow your coat!" he yelled. "It's the least... eh?" He stopped and looked on puzzled at BK201 and November Eleven. "EH? WHO THE HECK IS THAT?" He pointed at BK201. "Is he one of those cosplayers I hear about?"

With the distraction, Hei whipped out his line to hook it to a telephone pole, and soured off. Misaki turned around and fired a few rounds. One of her bullets struck his chest, but it seemed to have bounced off his coat, making her gasp in shock. He landed on top of a roof and ran along it to have Misaki and November Eleven follow in pursuit.

He hurdled onto another roof with ease, and jumped to perform a rolling stand on the following one. He looked down to see his two shadows were still on his tail. Misaki figured he wasn't going to have anywhere to run off to since the ravine was closing in on them.

She readied herself, second-guessing that BK201 would leap onto the roof to his left or right, but he instead threw out his line to connect it to a pole across the ravine, and flew off over the stream to land on the ground. Misaki and November stopped at the bank and looked over at BK201 who was staring back at them.

He then looked behind him to see the boy named Li emerging out of breath, and bending over huffing, as though he had been trying to blow a house down. BK201 snorted and ran off to disappear in the buildings' shadows.

Misaki lowered her gun, frowning.

"Eh, is he some kind of bad guy?" Li asked between breaths.

She sighed, but chuckled at his dunce personality

"Yes, Li-kun," she said.

Hei had his back pressed against a wall in the darkness of a nearby alley to watch Misaki and the MI-6 agent talk with a boy that looked like him.

Water dripped from a leaky pipe behind him, distorting any chances of him being able to hear the group across the ravine, and a pile of trash that cluttered the ground across from him burned his nose due to the rotten smell.

Things weren't right concerning the boy talking with the Section-Chief of the Foreign Affairs. To his displeasure, Kirihara Misaki had called him by his alias name.

"Hei," said Yin behind him. He turned around to stare at her. She stood with a perfect posture with Mao by her feet staring up at Hei. Her eyes, blinded to the world, seemed to be open to Hei's discomfort. "Hei."

"What do you two want?" Hei asked.

"To help. You're not well," said Yin.

"I told you, I'm fine!"

Yin shook her head, and said, "You're wrong."

"What?" growled Hei, as he grinded his teeth together.

"She's right, Hei," said Mao. "And I'm sure you saw it for yourself. That Contractor, MN798, he split you up into two parts. A good side and a bad side. You happen to be the bad side."

"What's wrong with that?"

"It means if we don't kill MN798 before he kills either you or your alter ego, you both die."

"So I just make sure Li Shengshun isn't killed, and I can stay like this."

Mao's ears perked up and his mouth dropped open. He then narrowed his eyes to glare up at Hei displeased.

"You indeed have gone insane," he babbled.

"Hei, I don't like it," said Yin. "You're not yourself. Please, Hei."

Hei glared at Yin, displeased.

What did she know? She was a Doll who had to do what she was told. Hei placed his hands in his pant pockets and walked past Yin while giving off a cold aura. She held her pose, but a deep feeling began to tear at her, making her heart beat abnormally.

Yin started experiencing these things since the day she was stripped of her spectre. She didn't know what it was, and thought it was a good thing, but now she wasn't sure.

Misaki sat at her cluttered desk filling out a report concerning the event that had happened yesterday. A cup of tea rested beside her with steam seeping from it, and a half-eaten bean bun next to it sitting on top of a napkin.

BK201 had shown up in Shinjuku to fight with November Eleven after her conversation with Li at his apartment. She would have speculated Li was BK201, but seeing them at the same time boggled her mind.

Unexpectedly, she was flicked in the forehead. She looked up to see November Eleven standing before her desk with his sunglasses hanging from his front coat's pocket.

"Sorry, force of habit," he smiled. "But I hate to see your pretty face get wrinkles before you marry Mr. Shengshun." Misaki frowned, but to her luck, her cheeks turned bright red. "Speaking of that school boy, when do you plan on bringing him in?"

"Bring him in?" she questioned, her shyness dissipating. "What do you mean by that?"

"He saw Mr. 201BK and I fighting, so in another words, he saw two Contractors."

"That he did, but neither of you two used your powers in front of him. So all he knows is two guys were duking it out."

"Misaki, you can't let your feelings for Mr. Shengshun get the best of your judgment."

A plop sounded near by, making Misaki and November Eleven turn their attentions towards it. Saitou stood nearby, looking dumbfounded with his paperwork mimicking a rug. Apparently, he had dropped his work after hearing November Eleven's comment.

"Eh? Feelings for Li-kun? You have feelings for him, Chief?" stuttered Saitou.

"That's none of your concern, Saitou," said Misaki, her cheeks as red as a ripe apple. "Get back to work."

"Ah, hai, Chief," nodded Saitou, and picked up his stuff to head over to his desk.

Misaki glanced back at November Eleven, her eyes glaring over her glasses, and said, "Can you keep your comments to yourself, even if they are meant as a joke."

"Ah sorry, old..."

"Habits are hard to break, I got that, Jack." Misaki nodded. "Now is there something else you wanted to talk about?"

"I dug up a little more dirt on MN798, and I found out he had used an alias that MI-6 uses a lot."

"So, what's the point of this information? He probably thought it was the best way to sneak out of London and enter Japan."

"That's the problem. That alias was supposed to be extinguished years ago and never used again."

Misaki's left eye slanted, as her head shifted slightly.

"What are you saying? Your own..?"

"Don't say any more, Misaki. I don't know what's going on. For all I know I might be jumping to conclusions. Well, I'm off for a bit. I got some things I have to take care of."

November Eleven started to depart the Foreign Affairs office.

"Stay out of trouble, and I mean it this time, or I'll have you deported," she stated. November Eleven stopped and looked over his shoulder at Misaki. "Just kidding."

He made a sluggish smile, grabbed his glasses from his coat's front pocket, and placed them on. He waved later with two fingers to Misaki, and headed for the elevators.

Misaki had a bad feeling he was up to no good. What made it worse is that he didn't swear onto anything, and it felt as though it might come back at them tenfold.

Li headed for work hoping he did work there, and prayed he wasn't made to leave the place with his co-workers snickering at him.

He stepped before a restaurant that was sandwiched between a clothing store and a Pachinko building. The restaurant was small, but it had three levels to compensate it. A red awning lay over the window that bore the name, "Ryusei no Gemini."

Li squared off his shoulder, entered through the door with a bell ringing, and walked towards the back. The restaurant had a few circular tables gathered in the middle, and the walls were lined with booths to accommodate four people. Ceiling fans with light figures hung down from the roof spinning slowly in order to prevent any discomfort to the customers. The dining area was filled with gossip, laughter, and kids complaining they were hungry. A circular staircase stood on the left-front side of the building that led up to the second floor dining area.

The door leading into the kitchen rested on the back where waiters and waitresses shuffled in and out. Li rounded the tables, and scooted by his fellow workers, hoping any of them would give him a nod or smile, but they didn't.

He entered the back while holding his breath.

The kitchen was cramped with four level-metal shelves stacked with food and ingredients that left enough space for one person to walk through. The walls were covered in white ceramic tiles and the floor blanked in red tiles. Bags of floor were lined up along the sidewalls, and the stove up against the back.

"Ah, Li-kun, you're here finally!" shouted his boss.

He was a short stubby man with a few strands of hair covering his baldhead. He wore glasses that magnified his eyes.

"So I do work here," said Li, releasing his air.

"Of course you do! What, you thought I fired you two days ago for dropping all those dishes due to your stomach! Not yet, especially since today is the busiest day. Now get to work!"

"Yes, sir!" bowed Li.

He walked over to the chefs, grabbed a few dishes, and marched out into the dining room. He moved around the area, set trays down at certain tables, and picked up empty plates and glasses to carry them into the back to be washed.

Li repeated his actions throughout the day, smiling as always, and bowing. Everything seemed to be going well for him now. He figured he would get through the day without any mishaps.

However, two and a half hours later, he felt a disturbance building in his stomach. He wrapped his arms around it, as it growled louder than it had at Alice's party. Customers stopped their eating to glare at him dumbfound, making him smile sheepishly, and then frown as a second batch released itself.

His boss stormed out of the kitchen, his face burning redder than the sun, and stopped before him.

"Again!" he yelled.

"So—sorry," Li apologized. "It just happens."

"It just happens! If it keeps happening, I'm going to lose customers! I can't have that all the time! You're fired!"

Li's head slumped over, exited the restaurant, and headed home. He crossed a few intersections, and zigzagged through other commuters while staring at the ground. He figured a quick stop over at the Homerun House would help settle his stomach down. Li couldn't explain why he was a big eater and didn't show it. Perhaps when he hit thirty he'd start gaining the weight as people had teased him about.

Half way to his destination, the guy who had attacked him yesterday stepped before him. Li stopped and looked up at him to see he didn't look well, as though he was sweating bullets and running a fever of a hundred-twenty degrees.

"Are you all right?" Li asked. "Did you get sick from falling in the sewer?"

MN798 didn't reply. He instead charged at Li, causing him to duck while being startled, and having MN798 swing his knife over Li's head. Li stood and looked back at MN798.

"It's very dangerous swinging a knife like that," said Li. "Someone could get hurt."

"I KNOW! If you haven't noticed yet, I'm trying to kill you!"

"Eh? Really?"

MN798's face burned red and charge at Li. Li turned and ran down the alleyway while wailing in fright.

"Get back here and die!"

Li glanced over his shoulder to see MN798 thrusting his weapon up and down in frustration. He looked forward in time to notice a trash bag lying in his path. He gasped, and as Li closed his eyes, he tripped over it. He started to perform an awkward summersault, making him accidentally kick the knife out of MN798's hand, and then he kicked him in the face. Li clumsily placed his hands on the ground and miraculously finished his cartwheel while landing on his feet.

He looked back to see MN798 lying on the ground holding his jaw, and his weapon resting a few meters away from him. He slowly stood while massaging his face, and picked up his knife.

"I'm sorry about that," said Li.

MN798 growled angrily, and charged at Li, jabbing his knife at Li's head continuously. Miraculously, Li dodged and ducked every attack.

"Would you hold still!" shouted MN798. "I need you to die!"

Li slipped and performed a handstand, barely getting cut, and then fell forward to block another attack with his right foot while standing back on his feet. He bent backwards, as though performing a limbo act, and then formed the letter C to avoid another jab.

"Why you! Just die!" demanded MN798.

"Why do you want me dead, if I may ask?"

"So I can pay my price! I have to kill a weakling to fulfill my obeisance before I melt away into nothing!"

"Eh? Obeisance? What is that?"

"Why you!" MN798 growled through his teeth.

A wire wrapped around MN798's neck. He and Li looked towards it to see BK201 standing on a rooftop glaring down at them.

"SHOOT!" shouted MN798. BK201 glowed blue, and then sent an electrical current down the wire to electrocute MN798. He shook frantically for a few seconds, and then fell forward. "How, did… this happen?"

MN798 hit the ground dead.

BK201 retracted his wire to loop it on the roofs railing, leaped from the roof to resemble a huge bird descending to catch its prey, and landed to a kneeling position before Li. He stood to have his mask's slanted eyes glare at him.

BK201 began walking slowly towards him. He looked like a dark man with a face whiter than his button up shirt. His eyes seemed hollow as a well, and his lips as red as an apple.

Suddenly, the words that Kirihara Misaki had spoken about him being a bad man emerged in his brain.

"Eh? EEHHH?"

Li turned around and ran off in the opposite direction with his arms in the air. BK201 looked on dumbfounded at his other half running off like a little school girl after holding ground with a Contractor.

He put his finger to his ear, and asked, "Yin, what's the deal? I thought we were supposed to merge together after killing MN798?"

"Dunno," replied Yin.

"Damn it!"

Hei was about to run off after his other self.

"Wait, Hei," spoke up Yin. "Cop woman. She's here."

Hei cursed under his breath. She was a nuisance worse than the MI-6 agent was.

Misaki's thoughts dwelled on Li, making her day seem longer than what it should be. It was around noon, but it felt more like two. She tried distracting her brain with work, but it did no good.

Occasionally, it was about how handsome he was, and how blue his eyes were, but mostly it was about how quickly he moved from his home to the ramen restaurant. She wanted to come up with a solution, but there wasn't one. No matter how many times she played it in her head, it always came out abnormally.

Misaki's instincts kept on telling her he wasn't an average person, but her heart told her he was a caring and loving human being. She didn't know what to think about anything anymore. Perhaps she should hang up her badge so she wouldn't have to think or worry about those things.

Her phone on her desk rang. She picked it up and said, "This is Kirihara."

"Misaki! BK201 is active again in Shinjuku!" shouted Kanami.

Misaki's eyes widened.

"Again! Are you sure?"

"Yes, Misaki. His star is the only one active at the moment."

"All right. I'm on it." Misaki hung up the phone and looked over at Saitou. "Saitou, follow me!"

"Yes, Chief!" shouted Saitou.

Misaki and Saitou entered the elevator to ride it down to the garage, exited it to run over to her car, and sat in it with Misaki firing up the engine. She quickly pulled out of her spot, and peeled her tires to drive out of the garage.

She flipped on her siren to order other vehicles out of her path, and sped through red lights as drivers with the green light came to a stop. Misaki whipped around corners, making Saitou grind his teeth and brace against the G-force.

Within minutes, they arrived in Shinjuku. Misaki and Saitou scanned the area to see if anything was out of the ordinary. At the corner of her eyes, she spotted someone with black hair and blue eyes running out of an alley. She slammed on her brake, having Saitou almost slam his head on her dashboard, and looked to her left to see Li running towards her. Misaki grabbed her gun from her purse and exited her car with Saitou following.

"Li-kun!" she whimpered.

"Ki—Kirihara-san!" shouted Li. "Save me! It's that scary man in the mask again!"

"What?" Li stopped beside them, bent over with his hands on his knees for support, and breathed out heavily. "Are you all right?"

"N—no." he said between breaths. "I—I think I might pass out."

"I wouldn't blame you for seeing a scary man like him," said Saitou.

"N—no, not from that." Li's stomach growled. "That."

Saitou chuckled, making Misaki glare at him. He quickly held his tongue and frantically smiled. She exhaled displeasingly, and gestured for Saitou to follow her. They entered the alleyway cautiously with guns drawn, and spotted MN798 lying on the ground dead. No doubt electrocuted to death, and making Misaki believe Li had seen it. Her concern was why Li was being targeted.

She pushed that to the back of her brain and continued looking around. Unfortunately, she didn't see anything. She and Saitou put their guns away and walked back over to Li.

"Find anything?" he asked.

"No. Li-kun, did you see what had happened?" she asked.

"Eh, I couldn't see too well since it was dark. But I think that guy that was killed stepped on a power line."

"A power line?"

"Yeah. A wire wrapped around his neck, he turned around, and then I think he stepped on something."

"Saitou," began Misaki while looking over her shoulder, "go and check it out."

"Right, Chief."

Saitou ran back into the alley and scanned the area. He noticed a power line was touching a wet area that MN798 was lying in. Saitou's right eyebrow lifted from the shear thought at something like that happening.

He returned and told Misaki that that was what had happened.

"Is that so?" said Misaki, pleased she didn't have to bring Li into the Foreign Affairs.

"I guess I should be heading home," said Li, and started walking off.

Misaki watched him, thinking she should give him a ride, but something else clicked in her mind, and said, "Wait, Li, that's a bad idea." Li and Saitou looked over at her dumbfounded. "BK... I mean, the scary mask man might follow you there and finish you off. We need to put you under police protection since he might try to kill you."

"But, Chief, why would he?" said Saitou. "Li didn't see his face."

"You know what this person is capable of," Misaki stated, as she glared at him. "We need to take him to our prescient."

"Our prescient? But, Chief, the Commander isn't going to be happy about that; especially concerning our occupation."

"Let me worry about that, Saitou."

In the English Embassy on the sixth floor, a man in a black suit stood before a window looking out at the city while talking on the phone. He was a tall and dark skinned man with dark-framed glasses, and a well-trimmed haircut. He wore a wedding ring and Rolex watch on his left hand.

An oak desk stood behind him where the phone's receiver sat on. Pictures of his family stood perfectly even with papers stacked neatly before them.

"I understand he failed at killing him," he said in the phone. "What do you want to do about the body?"

"Leave it," said a man's voice on the other end.

"And what about Mister Shengshun? Should I have another agent take care of him?"

"It's being taken care of. Just stick with our other plan. There can't be any more fallout from this point on. We need BK201 out of the way before EPR gets to him."

"Do you really think BK201 would believe what EPR has to say? Last I heard, BK201 wants February dead."

"Don't second guess the situation. That's how we failed the first time at Heaven's Gate."

"Understood. It will be done."

The man hung up the phone and sat down to continue his work. Movement in the shadows caught his attention in which he looked towards it to see a man in a white suit stepping into the light.

"No—November Eleven? How—how long have you been there?" the dark-skinned man asked.

"Long enough to know my own agency is keeping things from me," said November Eleven, startling the man. "I'd like to know why, and what February and 201BK have to do with it."

"It doesn't make sense!" shouted Huang in the park the next day.

The air was cooler since the sky was blanketed by clouds. There was also a slight breeze blowing between the buildings to ruffle up leaves, and other loose objects.

Hei lay on the bench with his arms behind his head and his eyes closed, as he tried to tune out Huang's voice as much as he could. Mao sat nearby waging his tail while watching the two's argument, and praying he wasn't thrown into it by Hei accidentally. Yin sat behind him with her hands in her lap listening to everything.

"How and when did you do it, and why am I just now finding this out?" Huang continued yelling. "My contact was surprised I didn't know. WHAT... HAPPENED!"

"It's like I had said, Yin located him, and I killed him," replied Hei, calmly.

"And why didn't you contact me when the job was done?"

"I didn't think you needed to know. Is that a problem?"

"Yes it is!" barked Huang, as he stomped his left foot, pretending the ground was Hei's head. "I'm the one in charge of this group, so I'm the brains, and you're merely the muscle power."

"And I take it Mao's your mouth since he informs me of meetings, and Yin's your eyes since she looks around for our targets."

"Don't get cocky. Things are already heating up in the Syndicate. Something's got their panties in a twist, and we don't need to make it worse."

Huang turned while lighting up a cigarette and left the park growling. Mao looked back at Hei and asked, "What happened, Hei."

"I don't know. My other self turned and ran off. He didn't even return home last night."

"He went to the Affairs," said Yin.

"Tsk, if you ask me, I'd leave it be. MN798 is dead, so Li-kun doesn't have anybody after him."

"You can't. You're not you."

"I'm me, but better. I have no flaws what-so-ever."

"No, you do."

Hei frowned, sat up, and looked over his shoulder at Yin.

"Like what?" he challenged.

Yin stood, rounded the bench to step before him, and poked him in the heart.

"There," she stated.

Hei looked down at her hand, frowning as he remember Amber doing the same thing, and smacked it aside. Yin didn't flinch from his action, but he noticed something in her eyes that showed pain. He frowned, stood from the bench while putting his hands in his pocket, and left the park.

Yin turned on her heels so that she could listen to his departure. Mao came up beside her and looked up.

"Mao, help me," pleaded Yin. Mao's ears perked up. "I want to save Hei."