Author's Note: Another new chapter! Two in one day? Alright...let's start the action, shall we! Don't forget to Review!

Chapter Three:

When Nami had shown up at Michelle's house late last night, they had had a pow wow. Michelle hadn't been able to find the girl. She would need something of hers in order to find her. Soon after, Nami had fallen asleep on the couch and Michelle had returned to her room. The buzzing of her alarm clock alerted Michelle that is was morning already. Ugh. Michelle crawled out her own bed and padded down the stairs to her living room. Nami was curled in a ball on the couch. She shook her. "Nami... Nami!"

Nami murmured and flickered her eyes open. "Wha-?"

Rolling her eyes, she pulled the blanket off Nami. "Get up! You've got to go find something of that girl's so I can scry! Remember?"

Nami stood slowly, running her fingers through her hair with a yawn. "Hm. Yeah. Ok."

Though Yohji had said that they would indeed figure something out when Aya and Omi got back, nothing of the sort occurred. Aya immediately locked himself in the room with Rani and according to Yohji's standard-Aya-moods, sulked. He had turned to Omi and had a staring contest for five minutes. After that ended, it took another three hours to figure out the next day's plans. It was hardly possible for the two of them to do much of anything without the others. Ken had come home a little after them and fell asleep somewhere and thus was useless. Little kids wore him out. Yohji didn't blame him. The next morning didn't quite bear fruit either, except for the fact that Rani was apparently joining them for breakfast. It was too bad the shop was closed. Yohji really wished they could have shown the en masse of fan girls to her. But without Sakura...well, the shop could hardly function. It wasn't a question of who took her and why—the phone call that came at 4:00 AM solved that for them—it was a question of how they were going to get her back unscathed. Yohji frowned and switched the TV off, carefully slinking down the steps to where Omi was locked at the computer, slaving away.

Omi looked up and cracked a small smile. "This is going to be hard, but... if we can pull it off, it would be great."

"What are you planning?"

"Well, I'm not so sure if you will be able to do it, but you know when you began trying to use that power of yours at will?"

Nami dressed in the jeans and t-shirt from last night and walked down the street towards the flower shop. As she got closer, she noticed the door was down. It was closed. She muttered a small curse under her breath. {Now what? I could break in, but that would probably not be the best thing to do. But I can't exactly just knock on the door and ask for something of that girl's!}

"Yes. See, Omi-chan I told you I was special. No one believed me."

"Right. Special," Omi murmured with a slight taste of venom. "Well, imagine trying to use the electricity that short-circuited our TV with the metal of your wires? I was thinking we could trap the guy, and right before you detonate it, Ken and Aya could grab Sakura from him... But I'm worried. How smart is this guy...? He could have a special code for releasing her or something… I don't know."

"Heyyy not a shabby idea. But, Omi, you don't detonate electricity... Well, this is one of the cases we have to rush in blindly. Screw this guy. We're saving Sakura."

Omi brightened. "Yeah...you're right. I shouldn't try to think this out... It will get us nowhere. We just have to get rid of this guy...our style."

Aya paced around the room for about ten minutes before he finally turned back to the bed. Carefully and extremely gently he shook his sleeping sister. "Aya...Ay—ah—Rani! Wake up." He hit himself over the head and paced around the room again. Slowly, he approached the bed yet again. He leaned in close to her. "Oi, GET UPPPPP!"

Ken rolled over.

Rani blinked a few times and yawned. "Hmmm?" Her eyes adjusted and she saw her brother. "Good morning!"

Aya smiled softly. "Good morning..." He turned around from the bed, hiding his relief. "Will you join me for breakfast? I made it...you know how rare that is…"

Nami was pacing around the flower shop when she spotted an open window up on the second floor. "Hmmm..." She looked from side to side slowly, making sure no one was in the area. She grinned and felt a breeze pick up around her—a large gust billowing underneath her and raising her upwards. She reached her arms up and grabbed onto the sill, letting the wind die away. She pulled herself up and carefully into the room. She almost jumped when she saw the brunette from the shop the other day in bed, asleep. {Shoot.} Nami grimaced and made very cautiously for the door.

"Yeah, sure!" Rani smiled and sat up. "Let me just get dressed, yeah? I'll be downstairs soon!"

Ken rolled over again and then sat up, rubbing his eyes and letting out a huge yawn. Last night was particularly tiring due to the fact that they had a game this weekend. This was going to be difficult. A flash of color caught his eyes from the crack in his open door. He blinked, and flung it open, looking both ways. "I could have sworn..." He shrugged and proceeded to get dressed. Today was going to be long.

"Aa...right." He flew out of the room like a frightened bird and was in the kitchen before you could say 'what the hell.'

Ken walked down sleepily into the kitchen, where Yohji filled him in on the stuff he had missed last night. "WHAT THE HELL! Are you trying to tell me that Sakura was kidnapped right under our noses?"

Nami let out a deep breath of relief and began a sneaky-sneaky trek down into the flower shop.

"Shut up Ken. Do you know what time it is? No human should be awake at this hour. Seriously and you think you woke up late? RIDICULOUS. UGH..." Yohji pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled deeply.

"That's right take deep breaths, Yohji."

"You shut up soccer freak."

Aya just stood there. "..."

Nami heard arguing as she snuck downstairs and managed to silently mouth 'shit.' She bobbed and weaved around until she managed to safely dive into the flower shop.

"Still...wasn't Omi supposed to help her? Where was he?" Ken fidgeted.

"Shhh! Omi is downstairs. He'll hear you. And I just managed to cheer him up a little. He's really upset. Not to mention the redhead here. I mean look at him, HE MADE BREAKFAST FOR GODS SAKE!"

"It was for Rani," Aya said bluntly.

"Mhm. Okay. Whatever you say." Yohji rolled his eyes and fell clumsily into a chair. "And that date had been going so well...Lost another."

"Dates are the least of our problems. You could at least pretend to be serious! This is Sakura's life we're talking about! She's caught up in danger AGAIN because of us. That's just not right! What're we going to do?" Ken took to strangling one of the kitchen chairs.

"Chill. We're going to use magic."

"Yohji, you sounded like a fairy just now."

"At least I don't get up when normal people are sleeping." They playboy pushed his sunglasses up his nose and leaned back.

"Whatever," Ken spouted as he moved from his spot against the counter. "I'm going to go check out the Koneko. Maybe the guy left some evidence."

Nami breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Now then..." She began searching around the shop for what she hoped was there. She managed a small yelp of surprise when she saw the apron thrown across the register! "I knew it. No worker keeps their apron close to closing!" She swiped up the apron and made a dash for the back door. She ran off down the street to where her car was parked. She hopped into the yellow VW Beetle and drove off, shouting. "Success!"

Ken perked at the opening of the door, to hear a yelp and something like a car. He blinked, confused, and looked around. "I swear I heard something..." He sighed. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" He spun around in various directions and saw nothing. He scoured every inch with professional eyes and saw nothing out of place. "I'm losing my mind..."

About 20 minutes later, Nami pulled into Michelle's driveway outside the city. She burst into the house, waving the apron triumphantly. "I GOT IT!"

Michelle chuckled, finishing her glass of water. "Wicked. Come on, then. Up to the attic. We've got some work to do. I got the stuff from your house while you were gone." Michelle moved quietly up the stairs.

"Awesome! You're like, the best friend EVER." Nami laughed and followed Michelle upstairs to the attic.

Omi pushed his chair away from his desk in the basement and jumped up the steps to the smell of breakfast. Ah... Aya's cooking was the best.

"Girls are so slow. It's an art..."

"Yohji, that is a bad idea for an excuse," Omi laughed. "I'm sure Rani is just trying on everything that we bought her..."

"I hope not." Aya flipped a pancake while staring at Omi dejectedly.

"Yeah, we'll starve before then." Yohji sighed.

"Maybe...her hair?"

"Omi, just give up. Trying to figure out the deep complexes of a woman is not at all possible." Yohji shook his head and held out his hands to the universe.

"What on earth are you guys talking about? …Actually never mind." Ken reached for a plate and proceeded to encroach on Aya's personal space.

Rani bounced into the kitchen in jeans and a dark red t-shirt, her wet hair pulled back. "Hi guys! Sorry I took so long. I needed to shower really badly." Rani wrinkled her nose and giggled, sitting down. "Something smells really good in here!"

As the day grew dark so did Aya's thoughts. Time slowly slid into night—a night so dark that there was sure to be beasts lurking in every shadow. The mission was unclear and Kritiker had nothing to offer them but a name and a shabby photograph. They were alone. Aya turned to face the wind, his trench coat taken up into the quick song—a rhythm they all knew so well. He clenched the saya of his katana until his knuckles grew white. His hands trembled. Why...did he feel so lost? He turned away from the wind and red pieces of hair blew into eyes he had long closed. They had to succeed, but to succeed meant to bring blood home to his innocent sister—for her to see him stained in the blood of another human. No, they weren't human were they? They were beasts; that was what he always believed at least.

Within moments, Ken stood beside Aya, a toothy smile showing from one ear to the other. He placed a hand on the redhead's shoulder and then turned slowly to face the wind. "Car's this way, Aya. Rani seemed happy today." His smile waned only slightly as he added an awkward side note: "It's still weird calling her Rani."

"Can't get used to it," was all Aya said before he vanished into the front seat of his white Porsche, katana at his side. Somewhere deep inside him, he was nervous...and it seemed as if it was for the first time since joining Weiss.

Omi hadn't said a word since he had taken his place in the back seat; he just stared absentmindedly out the window at the blackness. Every once and awhile his fingers would twitch as if they were brushing over keys and switches that were to unlock what they were after.

That was until Yohji elbowed him in the ribs. "O-Bombay! Sulking like that is going to get one of us killed. You know, all of our lives are depending on you. If you want to save Sakura then get your head in the game."

Michelle smiled faintly as the crystal hit home on the map before her. She had been scrying all day and she had finally found the girl. She had sent Nami to get ready and she went to her room to do that herself. She was a little worried at what they were about to do. Her and Nami together may be able to take out this strange man, but who really knew? Her powers as yet were still very much undeveloped and Nami's emotions could ruin everything if she didn't keep them in check.

Nami was pacing in Michelle's front room, hands clasped behind her back. She was dressed in all-black, her bright purple hair tucked away under a beanie. Her eyes were dark as she pondered. Michelle and her and never done anything so serious before. Especially for someone they didn't know. But it was to help Yohji. There was just something about him that made her smile. And seeing him look so worried had shaken her. She had to help, as best she could. She paused in the center of the room, taking deep breaths in and out. Tonight was one night where her emotions could not get the best of her.

Michelle walked down the stairs and paused in the entrance of her front room. She was dressed to meld into the shadows. A long black skirt and black shirt were hidden under her trench coat. She had her hair tied loosely at the nape of her neck. This was going to be a trial. "Come on, Nami. We'll take my car. Yours might stand out." She smiled faintly.

Omi twitched and then scowled darkly. "For some reason, hearing that from you, Yohji, sounds a little bit strange. I can't really take it seriously." He cracked a smile and crossed his arms. "Right, right... I know... it's just...all my-"

"OMI. Stop blaming yourself. You will only bring more pain. We are on a mission. Sakura comes second." Aya spat out, his voice sharp, cold, and so emotionless that it seemed his own words bothered him.

Nami turned and looked at Michelle, smiling. "Oh, Michelle. You really are a witch." Nami laughed and looped arms with Michelle's as they walked out the door together to Michelle's black Aston Martin Vantage. Nami slipped into the passenger seat. "I loooove this car. I'm so glad you bought it."

Michelle got in the driver's seat and laughed. "I'm glad too." She turned on the engine and listened to the roar as it began to rumble. Her smile faded as she switched the car into drive and they went into the darkness, her car purring quietly.

The rest of the car ride was in silence save for the sounds of the gears shifting to Aya's command. They all braced themselves for an unknown mission plan that would happen on the spot and through their intercoms. It was direct confrontation with the enemy—this time...there was no sneaking around. Ken sighed loudly, occasionally directing Aya on where the place was they were meeting. No one else knew of the abandoned soccer stadium that used to be a hit when he was a kid. Ken wondered briefly if this murderer liked soccer. He hoped not... People like him didn't deserve to enjoy soccer's amazingness.

Aya pulled up and left the head lights on, shutting his door quickly to be rid of the incessant beeping noise. He really should get that removed. As if he ever forgot to turn his lights off. He scowled and gazed into the darkness. Nothing. He glanced down at his watch. It was two minutes after the designated time...

Michelle turned her headlights off as they approached the stadium. "Maybe some cover would be good for us, Nami. We don't want to be seen entering the field." She turned her car off and slowly got out of the car, waiting until Nami was also out before setting the silent alarm.

"Right." Nami took a deep breath and gazed into the sky. The sky grew even darker and a fog began to form, especially thick around the two women. They moved cautiously forward, entering the stadium and making their way to the field.

Yohji crept up behind Aya as they made their way into the middle of the field. Once they reached it, Yohji turned his back to Aya and made sure that Ken and Omi did the same. They stood in a square formation: no openings. Still...nothing, though it was hard to see through all this fog…

"You know...this could be a trap," Ken whispered. "What if there was a bomb planted here and..."

"The reports mention nothing about bombs. And if he killed us, he would never be able to kill that corporate guy by the time he said he would..." Yohji muttered like he was talking to a fifth-grader.

"I still don't understand why anyone would announce who they were going to kill ahead of time. That's just stupid." Ken hadn't realized he raised his voice until he heard an unfamiliar one, filtering through the distance. Oh great.

"Ah? Stupid you say?"

Even with the headlights on, it seemed they weren't able to detect him. Yohji leaped back a few feet, his eyes an emerald fire. "I don't see Sakura."

"Hm... I don't hear the code."

"5078jykw6749xzv," Omi said electronically, his face filled with seriousness and vengeance.

"OMI! Why'd you have to go and give him the code?" Ken was about ready to pounce.

"Goddammit," Yohji spat as he seemingly grabbed at thin air and pulled hard. Instantly, the man was trapped in a web of invisible wires, tight enough that he could barely breathe. "Now tell us where Sakura is."

"But if you kill me, you won't ever know."

In a flash of cold steel, a crease of blood formed, a few drops falling to stain plaid clothing. Violet eyes glowed through the darkness, reflecting the katana he held at the beast's neck. "Tell us or you will die. We can find Sakura on our own."

"Eeeehheh heh heh heh~~! But she's already dead!" Kanon's eyes grew wider, seeming as if they would burst from his head. Greasy brown hair blew back and forth in the wind. He flicked his wrist and five shuriken flew from his fingers at once, three flying directly through a body on the complete opposite side of the field, by a tree that had grown since the stadium was abandoned. "You see when I have a girl...I-I just can't resist heh heh heh heh... And well...I never said I was going to kill her but... I had to see her blood...what color it would be... like wine or like a rose...or maybe even the color of a stop sign. But I can't ever stop—can't ever stop!"

At the same time the deranged lunatic threw the five shuriken, Omi let free five of his darts, aimed at deflecting the high speed shuriken. In the darkness, he squinted through his night vision goggles at the fleeing murder weapons and saw that only two of his met their target. His mouth dropped open and he went to run forward to try again, but the shuriken were just moving so fast... his darts—less aerodynamic—couldn't reach them in time. He continued to gasp and fell to his knees. Softly, the sound of gurgling was heard through the silence that fell. It all had happened in seconds.

Immediately, the web of wires holding Kanon Matsumoto lit up like they had caught fire, but the fire glowed a deep burgundy and danced, springing out in strings of light, sprouting from his finger tips and attracting to the metal of the wires he held in his hands. It sparked.

Aya didn't care in that moment, nothing mattered. He didn't care what happened; he just knew that this man had to die. He flung his sword backwards, quickly, thrusting it with sheer force and strength, towards the lunatic's throat…

To be continued...