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Yong Soo laughed when he glanced over to see Maria gazing out the taxi's window, fascination in her wide eyes. She was amazed by the city's architecture, by its people and their fashion. Watching her stare at everything in awe reminded Yong Soo of when they were younger. Every weekend they would get together, along with Mai and occasionally Li Xiao if his family was in town visiting, and they would never, ever get bored. It was mostly because they were all easily amused, especially Maria like she was now, but just being with each other was always good fun.

But gradually with time, they began to grow apart as they got older. Li Xiao reached the age where he was old enough to help Yao run the Jade Dragon, cleaning tables and cooking rice, and so he stopped visiting as often, and they rarely ever saw him. Mai, Yong Soo, and Maria would still hang out every week, but then when they had each turned fifteen, everything changed all at once for the trio. Yong Soo remembered the devastation and the shock that crashed over him when he first heard the news, barely able to believe it was true. But it was even stated in the local newspapers, and the tears at the funeral were all too real. And after Mai's death, Maria wasn't the same again. For a few months, she didn't smile, or joke around, but just focused on her studies.

With time, however, Maria seemed to have healed, her beautiful smile coming out again. But Yong Soo had known her well enough to notice the subtle changes in her personality and habits. While she was still lighthearted and cheerful for the most part, it was as if a new determination drove her to strive for perfection when it came to school. She became strong-willed, and even asked Yao to teach her martial arts and self-defense. And Yong Soo also noticed that she never wanted to hang out at the estate. Every chance she got, she went out with her friends, away from home. Even still, he believed she had gotten much better, her heart healed twice as strong as before. And so he never expected her to get up and move away as soon as she turned eighteen.

He was glad, no, overjoyed, to finally see his favorite cousin again; family get-togethers were never the same without her. But he didn't imagine that he would be helping her find her boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend. Normal girls probably would have cried and sulked over a break up, but not go as far as to seek him out, but Yong Soo trusted Maria's judgment. It was actually kind of exciting, like a giant Where's Waldo game, just in London with a Japanese guy instead. He wondered what Maria would say once they found this Kiku person, but he would sure like to give him hell for ditching his younger cousin (Maria always argued that they were the same age, but he was born a month before, making him undeniably older).

"We just have to try some English food while we're here!" Maria said excitedly as they passed a café.

"I wouldn't get your hopes up if I were you," mutter Yao on the other side of Yong Soo, who sat in the middle. He glanced out the back window to check if another taxi carrying Alfred and Matthew was still following close behind, which it was. While they were dropping off their things at the hotel, Alfred had gotten another call from Francis, who asked if they had reach London yet. When Alfred said yes, they had, Francis explained that he had given Kiku his friend Arthur's address, saying that it was more than likely that Kiku went there, making that a good place to check first. So here they were, on their way to this Arthur Kirkland's place, and apparently he was another good friend of Yao's and he was the twins' older cousin.

"So what's the story behind this Kiku guy?" asked Yong Soo curiously, "Why are you so determined to find him? It is just because he dumped you?"

"That's part of it. I think I definitely deserve more than a stupid letter," Maria grumbled irritably, but then explained, "Apparently, he the company he works for, Teramist, isn't what it seems to be and when we checked his apartment, it was trashed, like someone was looking for him, or something. I want to know what's going on…also, I have this bad feeling like he's in trouble…I don't really know how to explain it."

As she spoke, the taxi pulled up in front of the apartment building with the correct address. As Maria stepped out after paying the driver, she noticed a man with long blonde wavy locks sitting on a bench outside the apartment complex, as if he were waiting for someone. When Yong Soo and Yao came up next to her, the blonde man caught sight of Yao and stood up with a grin. Meanwhile another taxi pulled up to the curb and Alfred and Matthew hopped out.

"F-Francis?" Yao stuttered, surprised, "What are you doing here? You didn't say you were coming."

"Yeah, dude, since when were you in London?" asked Alfred, who grinned back at the Frenchman.

"Well, I decided I'd pay my old friend Arthur a visit," winked Francis, "I haven't seen him in a while. And if I just so happened to drop in the same time you guys did, then I guess that's a bonus."

"That's so like you," Matthew shook his head, exasperate, but he was still smiling, "Why were you just sitting out here by yourself?"

"Well, I knew you guys were on your way, so I'd thought I'd just wait for you," Francis replied, "I figured Arthur might not kick me out if I came with a group."

"I swear, you two argue more than Gilbert and Roderich," Matthew chuckled.

"And that's saying something," Yao sighed. "Ludwig had to stop his brother almost all the time." Maria didn't know what the heck anyone was talking about anymore, but Yao sure did. He seemed to know just about everybody. It must be a perk from running his own restaurant.

"Now there's someone I haven't seen in a while," said Alfred, who seemed to be recalling memories. "Haven't seen Ludwig since we graduated high school. I remember that he yelled a lot and had a short fuse, but he was still a cool guy, right Matt?"

"Yeah, and Feliciano would always tag along with him," his brother halfsmiled at his own recollection, "Those two were complete opposites but they were best friends. I wonder how they're doing these days."

"Who are they?" Maria wondered aloud, still totally lost from the conversation.

"Feliciano and Ludwig? Just some old friends. Their occupations took them out of America, so you probably don't know them. But Kiku's really close to them, ever since high school. Those three hung out a lot back then. He didn't mention them at all to you?" Yao raised an eyebrow.

"No, not once," Maria frowned. Seems like Kiku kept a lot from her, and that was really starting to get on her nerves.

"So are you Kiku's girl?" the Frenchman asked, offering his hand. She nodded as she shook it.

"His ex, as of right now, but that's why I'm here," she explained, trying to be pleasant, but Francis was a little too close for comfort.

"Wow, I didn't think Kiku had such good taste," he winked again. If Maria didn't know any better, she might have thought he was hitting on her, his voice suggestive…but he knew she was still after Kiku for a reason, right?

Yong Soo seemed to sense her unease, and stepped in between her and the Frenchman, introducing himself, "And I'm Yong Soo, her cousin from Korea, da ze!" He could almost hear Maria thanking him inside her head. But, hey, he was just doing his job-her dad did ask him to watch over her in his stead.

"Nice to meet you both," Francis said cordially, "Now time to meet ol' eyebrows here!" He gestured to the apartments, and Maria nodded. Then the six of them made their way up a few flight of stairs until they reach the Kirkland residence.

Alfred knocked on the door, waited a minute, then startled everyone by hollering, "HEY ARTIE! IT'S YOUR COUSIN AL! OPEN UP!"

Not even half a minute later, a blonde man threw open the door with a very cross look upon his face, angrily scolding, "Blimey, Alfred! Do you want the whole bloody complex to come and kick you out?"

Alfred shrugged, "I just wanted to make sure you were home, that's all."

"Sorry about that," Matthew apologized for his brother's unruly behavior, "We wanted to surprise you with a visit!"

"Well, okay, but who are the rest of these people? You can't just bring a whole party into my apartment!" He surveyed everyone's faces, Maria trying to look affable and Yong Soo giving a thumbs up. His eyes rested on Yao and he calmed down a bit, "'Ello, Yao, it's been a while."

"Too long," Yao greeted politely, "Sorry for coming without any notice."

"I guess that's alright…" Then Arthur looked to the last person. "Is-is that…what the bloody hell is that frog doing here?"

"Bonjour, Arthur," Francis smirked, "Now why don't you be a good host and let us in already?"

Arthur, however, looked ready to hit him before that happened. But then he glanced over at everyone else and straightened up, "Well, with this many people it's going to be cramped…not to mention that I already have another guest. But I supposed you can come in." He sighed, defeated purely by his own etiquette. "The place is a bit untidy, mind you. I didn't expect any visitors to be dropping in."

He led them to the small kitchen, asking if anyone wanted any tea, but they declined. Maria already felt like she was being rude enough just by popping up uninvited, but that really couldn't be helped this time.

"My name's Maria de la Cruz," she said, holding out her hand, hoping that a formal introduction would make up for her discourtesy. As he shook her hand however, she heard a door to their right creaked open-it was probably a bedroom door. There was a sharp intake of breath, as the person who had just come into the kitchen stopped in his tracks. When Maria turned around to see who it was, her polite smile faded and her jaw dropped instantly.

Kiku stared back at her with eyes just as wide as hers. He had just finished washing his face after a short nap in Arthur's room and had come out expecting to find Arthur polishing up his latest news article. He definitely did not expect to find his friends in this apartment all the way in London. And he positively did not expect to find Maria shaking hands with Arthur, in this apartment all the way across the Atlantic Ocean in London. What in the world was she doing here? In London? She should have been in New York, not London!

Now that Maria had found him, she had no idea what to say. Honestly, she didn't expect to find him so soon, so she didn't really plan this far ahead. There were so many ways she could have reacted. She could have been angry, overjoyed, aloof…but instead she just stood there with her mouth hanging open in shock, like an idiot. An awkward silence filled the room fast.

Finally Kiku spoke, knowing there was no way he could get out of this easily, "M-Maria…it's you…"

For reasons unknown to her, Maria suddenly grew irate. Her voice grew dangerously low. "Two hours…after dating me for four months, you left me sitting in that restaurant for two hours by myself. And then you don't even have the decency to break up with me in person. All I get is a damn letter. And if that's not bad enough, I come all the way to freaking England to find you, and that's all you have to say to me? Of course it's me, you idiot!"

Her tirade was like a slap in the face. But it brought Kiku back to his senses, and he remembered why he did all of that to her in the first place. She couldn't be here, she couldn't know anything. It was for her own safety. Then Kiku masked his true feeling behind spurious anger, and forced himself snap back at her, "What are you doing here? I left you for a reason, if that isn't already obvious. We're over. Done. That's it. I have nothing to do with you anymore. I didn't think you were this stupid. Are you that desperate to come all this way here?" He knew that the only way to get her to leave was to be harsh. She was too smart to fall for anything else, but this was enough to push her away, drive her back, as long as he was convincing enough.

"Kiku…" was all Maria could utter. This was the last thing she imagined would happen. Who was this? There was no way this was the same Kiku she had met four months ago at that party. No way was this the same guy who always offered her his coat on windy days, or surprised her with a bouquet of roses for no reason in particular.

"I mean it," Kiku hissed, "When I said I didn't love you, it means I don't love you! How many times do I have to say it? Do you want me to tell you that I got bored of you? That you started to annoy me?" Inwardly, his heart was breaking at the sight of her alarmed expression. But he knew she would never come back for him after saying that.

Everyone else just stood there, gawking at him. Yao, Alfred, Matthew, and Francis had never seen him like this, so cruel and cold. Arthur however just frowned and looked away, as if he were not meant to see this, but Kiku had told him his situation over tea before his nap. Arthur knew that this had to be done. Yong Soo didn't know what to think. This was the guy his cousin had been in love with?

"You son-of-a-bitch…" Maria whispered, her eyes unreadable. With every word her anger boiled inside of her. How dare he talk to her like that! Treat her like some silly little girl. Maria knew she was better than that. This wasn't the man she fell in love with. This wasn't him.

There was another heavy silence. But after a tense moment, it was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Now who is it?" grumbled Arthur as he trudged to the door, annoyed. He opened the door, thinking that nothing could surprise him more after everything he saw and heard earlier that day, but he was wrong. "Gilbert? You're here too?"

On his door step stood the albino, who grinned, but there was an ominous gleam in his eyes, as if he knew something. Behind him, Elizaveta waited, but she was different that Arthur remembered. She wasn't wearing that happy expression as usual; instead, her face was grim and serious. "Hey Arthur," Gilbert said, but none too courteously. Then he pushed past Arthur, who yelled "Hey!" Elizaveta followed him into the kitchen, where they walked in on a strange scene. Maria was still glowering at Kiku who had his arms crossed as the others still fidgeted nervously.

When Arthur stormed back into kitchen, furious at the two newcomers, everyone else finally looked over at them. Gilbert smirked when he saw Kiku, who gave him a questioning look.

"Gilbert? What are you doing here?" Alfred inquired.

"And Elizaveta, too?" added Matthew.

The red eyed man chortled. The hunt was too easy. Just too easy, or maybe he was just too awesome. Gilbert turned to Kiku and announced, "Honda Kiku, I'm here to apprehend you for crimes against humanity. If you resist, I will not be afraid to use force."

Maria, Arthur, Alfred, Matthew, Francis, Yao, and Yong Soo-they were all stunned beyond belief. Kiku, on the other hand, clenched his fists and grinded his teeth. He expected Teramist to send people after him, but he never imagined it would someone he knew.

"G-Gilbert…you're not being serious, are you?" Francis stammered. The albino was known to mess around, but this time, his voice was stern and dark.

"He's not kidding, Francis," Elizaveta confirmed sullenly, "We're here on work."

"This is mental! What legitimacy do you have to take him in?" demanded Arthur.

In response, Gilbert reached into his pocket and produced a black leather wallet. When he flipped it open, a silver badge with an official Spanish police seal gleamed at them.

"Okay, where does someone like you get a badge like that? And why is Elizaveta here?" Matthew frowned.

"Sometimes when I get an official job, my employer gives me a badge. This particular assignment is from Spain," Gilbert explained as his put away the wallet. "And Lizzie here is my new apprentice."

"Why are you doing this? I thought you and Kiku were friends!" exclaimed Yao

The smirk on Gilbert's face faded and he said firmly, "If Kiku committed a crime, then he has to answer for it. I can't let him off the hook just because we were friends. A crime is a crime."

While he spoke, Kiku met Arthur's eyes, and a silent understanding passed between them before Arthur nodded slightly. The Briton marched right in front of Gilbert, and then seemed to explode.

"Get the bloody hell out of my house before I call the British police! That Spanish badge means nothing here! You have no right to be here!" shouted Arthur feverishly.

"Look, Arthur, get out of my way before the awesome me makes you get out of my way," threatened Gilbert. Then Alfred came to his cousin's defense and so did Yao and Francis, joining the Briton and blocking the albino's way. They all started yelling at once, Alfred even waving his arms for emphasis. Meanwhile, Kiku, quiet as a mouse, slipped back into the bedroom he came from, planning to use the fire escape to climb down three stories.

Maria saw him go, and decided she had to follow him. But there was no way she was going to climbing down the fire escape with her maroon skirt. So she took the easy way out to head Kiku off by simply walking past the others, who were causing quite a ruckus while arguing with each other, and went out the door. Once she was back at the complex's entrance, she waited on the steps where they had found Francis until she saw that Kiku had successfully snuck away and was heading toward a dark blue sedan parked across the street. Without making a sound, she followed him across the street, keeping behind him and out of sight. As he got in the car and put on his seat belt, Maria hopped in the shotgun seat and put her own seatbelt on, startling Kiku so much that he jumped and bumped his head on the roof of the car.

"Ow," he said as he rub the top of his head. Then he turned to Maria, who just sat there with her arms folded across her chest. "What are you doing? Didn't you hear a word I said back there?"

"Of course I heard. It's probably the most I've heard you talk at once. But you still didn't tell me everything," Maria huffed indignantly, "I want to know what's up with Teramist."

"Teramist…" he echoed anxiously, "That's just my job, remember? The pharmaceutical company."

"You're lying, Kiku. It's not just some stupid pharmacy place," she snapped, "All you've done today is lie." By that, she meant his harsh outburst earlier. It had to be a lie, right? Just an act to throw her off…she hoped.

"I wasn't lying earlier! I'll say it one more time, I don't love you! I don't want to see you anymore," he insisted, not meeting her eyes.

Then Maria had an idea. There was perhaps one way she could find out if he was lying for real, or if he really was telling the truth. But…

"Just forget about Teramist, Maria," Kiku continued, "Just go home."

Her idea had its drawbacks. If it didn't work, well, that would be bad. Not to mention very confusing for her own emotions. It could easily backfire…

"It would be better for everyone if you just left, trust me," he went on, but Maria wasn't listening at all anymore.

Should she do it? What the hell, might as well try. While Kiku was still in mid sentence, Maria leaned in and kissed him full on the lips, cutting him off. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi, four Mississippi… Maria counted in her head four seconds before he finally pulled back. That's all she needed to know.

"I knew it!" she clapped her hands happily; "I knew you were lying!"

"W-what?" he stammered, perplexed.

"Come on, Kiku, give me some credit," she rolled her eyes, "After dating you for four months, I know how to make your walls come down. You hesitated for four whole seconds! If you really didn't love me, it only would have been for about two."

"I-I was just stunned! Surprised! For all you know, maybe I'm just shameless and was just using you for… for pleasure!" He tried desperately to throw her off one last time, but Maria just giggled at his response.

"For pleasure," she laughed, "Trust me, Kiku, I know what it feels like to be used. And I know that's not your thing!"

"Maria…" he trailed off sadly. She had figured him out so easily! He should have tried harder. Now things could only get worse for her.

"Look," she began, "It's pretty obvious that something's weird and bad is going on here. But you can tell me on the way to the restaurant

"Excuse me?"

"Well, it's only a matter of time before that albino guy comes out here to find you. If I were you, I'd step on it."

"Oh, right," Kiku said as he turned on the ignition.

As he pulled onto the street, Maria asked, "Do you even know how to drive here in Europe?"

"Of course I do," he replied, "The basics are the same, really, just a few slight rule changes and you drive on the other side of the road. So…now that you're here…"

Maria cleared her throat. "It's like, 7 o'clock already. I think you owe me dinner."

At first, Kiku hesitated. He had planned to visit this Ivan person, but now that Maria was with him, he couldn't just take her along… "Okay, fine. I think there's some places to eat up ahead. But it won't be fancy since this was…well, last minute."

"Fine with me. I just want to try some authentic English food."

By the time Feliciano got off the phone, tears were streaming down his cheeks like rivers. Without another word, he gave Ludwig, who was patiently waiting on the couch for him to finish his call, a flying tackle hug. Antonio had called not five minutes ago, asking to talk to the Italian. The Spaniard himself seemed…distraught.

"What happened?" asked Ludwig as Feliciano buried in his face in the German's shoulder, the tears soaking his shirt.

"It's L-Lovino! He's g-g-gone missing!" he wailed. "They think h-he's been k-kidnapped by the mass m-m-murderer!"

Ludwig didn't know what to say. He had never really been on good terms with the Italian older brother, who always called him a "potato bastard," but he was Feli's brother. If Gilbert had been kidnapped, Ludwig supposed he would be just a distressed, but he couldn't really relate because he knew his albino brother could take care of himself. He racked his brain for comforting words, and finally said, "Well, they don't really know if this culprit is a murderer since there are no bodies turning up. Lovino could still be alive, just being held somewhere."

"What if he's been hurt? Fratello! I want to find him again!" Feliciano sobbed.

"Feli…" Ludwig paused, and then sighed. "Calm down. Why don't we go back to Spain and help Antonio find your brother?"

"Really? You'll go with me?" Feliciano sniffed, wiping his eyes.

"Yeah, sure. I'll go book our flights already," Ludwig forced himself to smile. He honestly doubted that they could do anything to help, especially if a whole detective agency was stumped by this case, but if it would make Feliciano feel better, than so be it. If Ludwig didn't go with him, Feli might do something stupid and go look for Lovino by himself, and end up getting taken. This way, Ludwig could at least look after him.

"You're such a good friend!" he chirped, and Ludwig was glad to see the Italian smile again. "Together, we'll find fratello in no time!"

"Dinner at some random café?" Maria raised an eyebrow at Kiku as they walked into the small shop somewhere in the midst of London.

"Well, if I had known you were coming and demanding that I'd take you out today, then I would've made reservations or looked up some nicer places to eat, but you gave me no notice. At all," Kiku said defensively. They took a table near the giant window that looked out into the street, which probably wasn't the best idea for someone being hunted down, but they had driven so deep into London, making turns without knowing where they were going, that there was no way Gilbert would be able to seek them out so easily.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing we're not at some five-star restaurant, because I'm actually not that hungry, so I'll get something small," Maria said as she searched the menu for something interesting. "Hmm…scones? I've never tried one of those before. I think I'll get some of that."

Kiku started to suggest that she order something else, but then decided against it. Perhaps professionally made scones were better than the ones Arthur had served back at the apartment. He shuddered as he recalled forcing those so-called pastries down his throat to be polite. "Okay, I'll go order, then," he told her as he got up to go to the cashier. A few minutes later, he returned with their food on a tray.

As Maria examined her food, which was looked rather simple and bland, Kiku started up small talk, in the hopes that this would distract her from questioning about Teramist. "So, who was that other Asian guy with you at the apartment?"

"Yong Soo? Oh, he's my cousin and one of my best friends. I haven't seen him in a long time, until he flew us over here," Maria said as she picked up the scone.

"Oh, good," Kiku chuckled at his own paranoia, "I thought maybe someone else already had their eyes on you."

"Ew, I know too much about Yong Soo to even picture that! You should have heard the things he said about girls when we were younger. Thank goodness he's mellowed out." But when Maria took a bite from her pastry, she gagged, but managed to swallow it. "What the heck!" she exclaimed after chugging some of her glass of water. Then she eyed Kiku's dish. "What did you get?"

"Fish and chips," Kiku answered, having chosen to play it safe with something vaguely familiar. It was nothing compared to the exotic taste of the food at the Jade Dragon, but they were in England, so it was to be expected.

"Switch with me!" Maria commanded.

"What? Why do I have to?"

"Because you're the guy, you're supposed to treat the girl," Maria insisted. Normally, she tended to lean toward a feministic outlook, but she really wanted to get rid of this food.

"You're cruel," Kiku laughed as Maria switched their plates, "Playing the gentleman guilt-trip card like that."

"And that's the nicest card in my hand," Maria smiled playfully, "There are so many other cards I could have used. Be thankful I've never pulled the 'time-of-the-month' card on you."

"Well, it's much appreciated," he smiled back. Then something caught his eye in a display window of a jewelry shop across the street. "See that necklace over there?" he pointed to a dazzling ruby necklace that seemed to glint as they stared. "Ruby would look good on you," Kiku said, a little shyly.

Now, normally, Maria would blush; she loved it when Kiku said such sweet things to her like that! But this time, she couldn't help but grimace at the necklace, and it didn't go unnoticed by him.

"Is something wrong? Was it something I said?" he asked quickly, frowning.

"Um, no, it's nothing. What you said about rubies just reminded me of something my friend said before she…never mind," she shook her head abruptly, "I just don't think ruby red is my color." Maria desperately wanted to change the subject, and while racking her brain for a topic, she suddenly remembered there was a more serious situation at hand. "What about Teramist?" she demanded, making Kiku sigh.

"Look, Maria, I can't tell you. After tonight, you need to go back to America as soon as possible! It's just too dangerous, and I really mean it this time," he emphasized.

"Well, guess what. I'm not leaving until I hear the whole story," Maria folded her arms across her chest once more. Kiku should have seen this coming; she was always stubborn and headstrong, with almost everything she did. But then again, that was another one of her best qualities. She never did anything halfheartedly—she always did everything with her best effort and concentration, and that was a valuable trait in itself.

"Maria…" His voice faltered under her determined stare. "Okay, fine. I'll tell you under one condition."

"And what would that be?"

"If you swear that you'll refrain for interfering at all and go home once you know the truth, then I'll tell you," he stated evenly.

She hesitated. Could she do that? Of course, she had intended to help, but now… Kiku was definitely involved with something bigger than she would've ever thought, but was it her place to meddle with it?

"You'll only get in my way. I'm certain of it," he said firmly.

"Fine," Maria exhaled, "I swear it."

"Alright then," Kiku smiled, relieved at her cooperation, "Where to begin…"

To the left of the jewelry shop with the ruby necklace, a figure in a black hoodie stood in the shadows of the dark alleyway. For a while, he just watched the couple in the café window, the tan-skinned girl laughing as she stole the other's meal, giving him her own plate. From the moment he laid eyes on the Japanese man, he recognized him immediately, his hatred flaring. When the couple looked over, he stepped back into the alley, but realized they were just looking at the display window of jewelry shop next to him. As the Japanese man pointed to something in the window, the figure in the hoodie slid his phone out of his pocket and dialed the number. After ringing twice, a female voice answered.

"Hiddekel, if you're calling, you better have made some significant progress!" she said warningly.

"Of course, why else would I call?" He rolled his eyes even though she could not see.

"Well, hurry up and spit it out already! Pison and I are…busy at the moment."

"What's got you all worked up this time?" he asked sarcastically.

"If you must know, Pison was having a little too much fun with some detective agent in Madrid the other day. He split his skull open and now we have to fix him up."

"You wasted blood? The boss ain't gonna be too happy about that, you know."

"That's why we're fixing him up before she finds out. And it wasn't my fault, it was Pison's."

"Hey!" A male voice exclaimed in the background, and Hiddekel had no doubt it was Pison's. "The little bastard deserved it. He pulled out a gun, the moron. And don't worry; he still had plenty of blood left."

"Well, anyway, I'm calling because I actually have made progress," Hiddekel said, bringing the subject back to business, "I found him. He came to London just like we predicted."

"And you're sure it's Honda? Because if it isn't…"

"Euphrates, please, I know what I'm doing."

She snorted on the other end, "If that were true, then how do you explain the fiasco in New York?"

"It's all because of that stupid bastard! I won't let Honda slip through my fingers again!" growled Hiddekel. Then he took a deep breathe and calmed down. "Anyway, I really did find him."

"And does he have the suitcase?"

"Well, no. He must've hidden it somewhere in the city."

"We need that suitcase!"

"I know, I know. I'll handle it. But that's not all," he added with a sly grin.

"Oh?"

"He has a girl," Hiddekel said, and he could picture Euphrates' lips curving into a wicked smile as well.

"Well, that could prove to be…useful," she snickered.

"Tell the boss. Not only can I get her that suitcase, but I can get her one order of sweet revenge. That should make up for what happened in New York."

"Perfect! As soon as Pison and I finish here, I'll tell her. The next time we see each other, you better have that suitcase."

"Oh, I'll have much more than the suitcase," he chuckled as he hung up, eyeing the café once more where the tan-skinned girl gentle lay her hand on top on Kiku's. "Honda…" he said in a low voice, "I can't wait to see the look on your face when you find out what's in store for you and your girl."

From the Author: Okay, I'll make this quick. I admit, this was kinda tricky to write. But hopefully I got some few key points across? Maybe? Oh well, it will all be clarified later.

Anybody wanna take a guess what the names of our mysterious persons are a reference too? One hasn't been mentioned yet. Brownie points if you get it! Hint: No, Tigris is not one of them. Or maybe you guys want to take a random guess as to what's up with Teramist? Haha good luck...

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