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Vague Gravitation

The first day of Kurogane Suwa's new job was not everything he imagined it to be. Though he didn't like what he was doing, he was sure that he could push his morals out of the way for a few hours. If the higher ups could do it, then he could, too. He would have to either develop that ability soon if he wanted to rise above being their errand boy, after all.

Kurogane's wanting to rise to a higher level of the mafia was purely out of desire for money. To be honest, he had a wild streak in him – a streak that loved danger, loved the fear of knowing what would happen should he ever do something the higher ups didn't like. Adrenaline to him was like a drug; the raven craved it, needed it to live.

However, no wanting of danger could have ever prepared Kurogane for what he was about to get himself into.

The day he arrived, he simply stared at the psychics for a moment, trying not to throw up as he thought of the Doctor's words. He had been thoroughly chewed out for daring to question the workings of the mafia over his outburst. Kurogane decided instantly that he did not like that man very much, nor did he like the way that he referred to the psychics.

'I wonder how often the Boss likes to break his toys.' The raven thought scornfully, scowling at the wall. He was so intent on ignoring the five until he was forced to deal with them that he didn't realize when one of the golden haired angels crept forward, clenching the iron bars of his cage. It was only when Kurogane tried to sneak a glance at them that he realized that the blonde was so close…and it scared the crap out of him.

"What the hell?" Kurogane stumbled, the wall catching his fall. The blonde on the other side of the bars smiled at him, a knowing light in his eyes. The raven instantly knew that he was going to have to watch this one. He had seen the spark of life in him before – this one wasn't afraid of anything that was coming to him, even though he should have been, considering everything he had been through.

"Donc, vous êtes notre nouveau geôlier?"

Kurogane frowned, looking at the blonde. "Japanese?" He asked. Suddenly, realization hit the raven, relaxing his face from a frown into a mask of shock. Did these twins really not speak the language of the country they were…imprisoned…in? 'Hell…that's cruel.' Kurogane thought, swallowing and doing his best to remember that he was just there for work…nothing else.

"Si je parlais japonais, alors je serais le parler maintenant, Mr. Noir." The blonde smiled sadly at that, offering his jailer a small wave. "Savez-vous quand l'heure du dîner est? Nous sommes assez-," suddenly, the blonde stopped, his eyes lighting up.

"Viens ici." The angel motioned for the raven to come to him, which is what Kurogane supposed the words meant. Stupidly, he walked forward, as though he were in a trance. He didn't stop until he was all the way at the cage, close enough for the angel to touch him.

"For God's sake, Fai, can you please just speak our language? You've freaked the poor idiot out enough." The raven with glasses spat, turning back around in an act of defiance. Kurogane glowered at the man, wondering exactly who the hell he was calling an idiot.

"Fine, fine. Kimihiro…-san…you take all the fun out of everything!" The blonde suddenly whined (in perfect Japanese). Kurogane gaped at him, his fury increasing to a rather high level.

"Why the hell would you do that, blonde? Do you get some sick twist out of making me look stupid?" Kurogane demanded, wishing that he could strangle the damn thing through the iron bars.

Instead, the lithe blonde shot a small smile at his jailer, shrugging. "Sure I do…is there something wrong with that? After all…your bosses do the same to us."

Kakei leaned against a table in the back room with Saiga, sighing. "A special visitor is coming to see us today…should we tell the children?" He asked, looking to his black haired partner.

"Sounds interesting…but they are still asleep. Well, that Syaoran kid woke up, but the rest of them are out. I guess they haven't had a safe place to sleep in a long time." Saiga shrugged, his normally cocky smile turning a little sad. "Haven't met kids like them in a while…I'm glad they found us."

Kakei laughed, moving closer to his co-worker and taking his hand. "I'll be happier when there's not anything to worry about. But, if these are the ones that can stop this terrible thing from continuing…I suppose we can keep them under our wing for a while longer." Saiga laughed at Kakei's words, squeezing the hand that was wrapped tightly around his.

The door to the shop opened, and a very familiar voice reached their ears. "Kakei-san? Saiga-san?" Instantly, the two men released their hands and walked to the front of the Green Drugstore, finding Yuuko and a young looking man standing there.

"Yuuko-san! It's a pleasure to see you here, as always." Kakei said with a smile, earning one from the Witch of Dimensions.

"Kakei-san, I'm glad to see you here. So many of our friends have been abducted…but that is not what I came here to discuss. This young man," Yuuko paused to gesture to him, "Is Shizuka Doumeki. He has powers that I believe will be very beneficial to the children here. May I leave him in your care?"

"Of course. Anything to help them would be much appreciated. Thank you, Yuuko-san." Kakei turned to his co-worker, smiling as though he didn't have a care in the world.

"Saiga, would you please entertain Doumeki-san until his friends wake up?"

"Anything for you, Kakei." Saiga said, earning a strange look from the young man in question and a quiet laugh from Yuuko.

"Take care, Doumeki. Don't worry about your friends from the mountain, or anything else. The people here can help you." Yuuko sounded as if she were convincing the young man…not a good sign, Kakei noted. Did he not trust them to take care of him? It wouldn't be suprising, considering the times…however, to be an asset to Rikuo and the others, he needed to be unwavering in his commitment.

"I suppose I will be going, then – please do take care of him." Yuuko winked over at Kakei, a private joke passing between them.

"Oh, no harm will come to him...yet." Kakei returned, waving as his favorite customer exited the shop. With that, he was once again alone in the front of the Green Drugstore with nothing to do but close his eyes…and pray he could see something that would help them.

Saiga took Doumeki back to a small apartment that he had allowed the group from the night before to sleep in. "I don't think that they're awake yet…but if they are, we can go ahead and introduce you. I think you'll like them."

"Sure," Doumeki muttered, shrugging his shoulders.

Saiga opened the door that lead to the apartment…the one that had once belonged to Kazahaya and Rikuo, before one had been taken and the broken by his absence. The sight of the three fully awake and talking quietly amongst themselves made him smile, reminiscing for days before, when things hadn't been so dangerous for gifted people like them.

Sadly, all that was over and done with. This was what they had been handed – a mafia trying to do their best to eradicate them from the streets. Saiga knew that it was only a matter of time before he and Kakei were found out…hopefully they would be gone by then, but if the time ever came, he would give his life to save the only man he cared about.

"Guys?" The three turned to him, eyes widening when they saw Doumeki. Before any could speak, Saiga explained what was going on. "This is Shizuka Doumeki. We have been told that he's got a power that can help you…though I'm not exactly sure what it is. Mind explaining, son?" He asked, looking over at the unnaturally quiet young man.

"I can trace magical energy signatures."

"In English, please?" Toya demanded, his patience obviously long gone.

"I can tell whether or not you're a psychic." Everyone in the room was stunned into silence, staring at the new guy as if he had grown a third head. Even Saiga was impressed.

"How did you find out about us?" Syaoran asked, looking at the tall teen with a doubtful gaze. The man before them shrugged, launching into the shortest explanation any of the psychics had heard so far.

"I'm a monk...I guess. I kinda got frowned upon 'cause people thought I was lazy. Anyway, some random kid kept appearing in my dreams, telling me that I needed to go see some witch named Yuuko. I did what he said, and now I'm here."

For a moment, all was silent. Syaoran's eyes suddenly widened, and he snapped his gaze on the tall teen once more from where it had fallen to the floor. "What did this guy look like?" He demanded.

"I dunno. Black hair, glasses. Acted pretty pissed about everything, too."

Syaoran stood up, his eyes lit up with a determined fire. "That was Kimihiro…my twin brother. He's in trouble…and he's trying to get us to help him. We've got to do something."