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C h a p t e r S i x

He followed after the man that calls himself Komui, his red hair was dulled by the dim light that lit up the large Church-like building. He walked up a long winding stairway that led him from the underground water channel to the actual Order.

"Remember you are 'Rabi' now." The old man reminded him.

"How long would I have to be 'Rabi'?" He asked his mentor as he stared lazily back at him.

"Till our records are complete." He simply replied.

The red head rolled his eyes at the typical answer and leaned back into the small boat, it tilted a little and droplets of water splashed on to his bare arm. He closed his eye and thought back to when he was told about this piece of history he was about to go and record.

"Rabi." Bookman called his new name. The red head didn't reply, his eyes were close but he was certainly awake as his finger twirled a strand of red around.

"Rabi." The Bookman called out at him again. It seemed that he already forgotten his new name.

Bookman leaned over and punched him hard in the stomach. The red head gasped and lunged forward almost causing the small boat to tip over.

"What the hell was that for?" He glared at the old man angrily while nursing his wound. He was pretty sure that a bruise will form.

"Respond to your own name." Bookman looked back at him with an annoyed look on his face.

"But you weren't even calling my name." The red head scowled.

"I was, Rabi."

'Rabi' crossed his arms over his chest and huffed, acting very much like a child right now. "You have to at least let me get used to it first."

Bookman didn't reply just closed his eyes and sat there in a very calm posture.

He looked around; this underground water tunnel seemed to go on forever. He couldn't see the end of it; it was just a continuous stretch of dark water. Looking down, he couldn't see past the murky water, it was just darkness on and on. He reached out and dipped a finger into the water, it was cold.

Pulling back his eye caught sight of a few dim lanterns in the distance. "We must be close." He lightly remarked.

This time the log was going to be especially long. Bookman told him that this time, 'Rabi,' this identity will for sure be longer than any other ones that he had before.

Let's be frivolous and friendly, like always.

He stepped off the wooden boat and slipped on his mask, the mask that Bookman told him about. He didn't know what he has gotten himself into; he just thought it was going to be another record of history.

XXX Kuro (And so our beloved Rabi arrives!)