Disclaimer: Haruka & Michiru belong to Naoko Takeuchi. Everything else belongs to me.

Katana: a traditional samurai sword

Oyabun: boss, the "Don" of the clan, the one in charge.

CH 8: Traitors

Haruka turned her cherry siren on, driving at maximum speed heading towards Tokyo Medical University Hospital. Spending what seemed like an eternity reviewing case files, all 68 files were nothing of interest, they only detailed Haruto Honet's life as a yakuza. Haruto Honet started his life of crime at the tender age of 14 and had been in and out of prison since, nothing, not even a hint of evidence from such files could direct Haruka on where she could begin locating the missing USB stick. Of the 69 files, only 1 presented something of interest, something that immediately held Haruka's attention. According to official records, Haruto Honet was registered on a birth certificate as the father to a baby girl, born in Tokyo at Tokyo Medical University Hospital, the same hospital as Tara. Haruka was also hoping that the original birth certificate would contain the identity of Haruka's mother as well; from Haruka's encounter with Shinto till present, nobody has made any mention of Haruka's mother at all.

Haruka wasn't stupid nor was she naïve; she knew she was on a wild goose chase, chasing a ghost. Not a technological expert by any means, Haruka knew for a fact that flash drives didn't come into existence till the early 2000, which meant that Shinto knows for a fact Haruto stole something from him, he just doesn't know exactly what. Haruka had thoroughly thought this through, she had been given a one week deadline, if by then she still hasn't found whatever Shinto is looking for, his ignorance can definitely work in Haruka's favor. Haruka would present to Shinto a data chip, claiming this is in fact what Haruto stole, not some non-existent USB flash drive. Haruka could only pray her plan could stall Shinto for a few precious minutes, enough time for Haruka to get Michiru somewhere safe. The moment Michiru's bloody murderous screams reached Haruka's ears; Haruka knew she would have to rescue Michiru using any means, even if it meant sacrificing herself in a suicide mission. With every passing hour, day, Haruka would grow more worrisome about Michiru's safety.

Her tires came to a screeching halt; Haruka hastily parked her car in a handicap space in front of the hospital. Making her way to the entrance lobby, Haruka's cellphone began vibrating in her pocket.

"Hello?"

"Hey Haruka."

"Hey Jiro, what's wrong?"

"Didn't Benji tell you? Sashi's in the hospital!"

Stopping dead in her tracks, "WHAT?! Is he alright?! Why didn't anybody tell me?" Haruka screamed into her receiver, angry that she was kept in the dark.

"Well…I thought Benji told you. I was actually going to ask you if you wanted to visit Sashi today after work with the guys."

"I can't, I'm in the middle of something. Which hospital is Sashi recuperating at? Maybe I can send some flowers over…" Even though it broke Haruka's heart knowing her friend was in the hospital, she couldn't spare the time or the day.

"Oh ya, sure. I heard from Dojin that Sashi's currently in ICU at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. It's cool; I was just calling to ask, maybe another time. I gotta go now Haruka, you take care."

"You too Jiro." And with that, Haruka hung up, her heart heavy with guilt.


"Something just doesn't add up!" Benji scolded himself.

Crossing the Caution tape of the crime scene, case folder in hand, Benji read aloud the case report.

"A confidential informant had alerted me last minute while out on field work that a narcotics dealing was under way at 44 Jeiki Street. Time constricted, unable to call for back up, I approached the property cautiously. Banging on the door, I announced my presence, and informed the occupants of the property that I was an officer of the law, telling them to open the door with their hands in the air. I could not forcefully enter the property as I did not have probable cause. The door immediately swung open. I identified him as Keiun Saici: victim #1. I told him to put his hands where I could see them, above his head. Keiun Saici didn't comply, and began inching his right hand toward his waistband at what appeared to be a handgun. Noncompliant I had no alternative choice but to use deadly force to restraint Keiun Saici; shooting him in the frontal temporal region. Disabling Keiun Saici, victim no#2: Daiko Chisu fired a single shot, hitting me in the left shoulder blade. Injured, I shouted orders many times for him to drop his weapon, to cease fire. Incompliant, I was again forced to use deadly force, shooting Daiko Chisu in the frontal temporal region as well. Injured, I immediately called Central, alerting them of a 10-00."

Benji looked up from his case file to spot the #1 marker on the floor, signifying that's where victim #1: Keiun Saici had fallen, near the doorway; corresponding with the report. Walking into the stuffy room, the scent of blood still afresh, Benji walked over to the table where marker #2: Daiko Chisu had fallen. Looking from where the marker #2 was, and back to the doorway, it was a good 10 maybe 12 feet range. "That's not possible…"

Benji set the case file down, walking over to the doorway himself. Unholstering his Glock, assuring the safety was on; Benji imitated a head shot from the doorway to where Daiko Chisu had presumably fallen. With one eyes closed, tongue sticking out, Benji shot an imaginary bullet...something just wasn't right. "A head shot under the best of circumstances would be difficult to make, but Sashi made the shot after getting shot by Daiko." Benji said aloud of himself, vocalizing his train of thought.

Walking back over to pick up the case file, Benji noticed something beside the umbrella stance, 'Is that blood?!' He asked himself. Referring back to the case file, it made no mention of a 4th suspect on scene. The trickle of blood splatter was far enough away from the doorway not to be Keiun Saici's, yet not close enough to be Daiko Chisu's. Benji walked closer to inspect the blood splatter, tracing his fingers over the blood pattern. The blood splatter pattern was different; the blood is splattering at an upward angle towards the left. "Blood splatter from an inflicted gunshot wound would be downward, but these are at an upward angle, to the left, which means whoever the blood belonged to shot themselves in the left…" Stunned at the realization of what this meant, Benji stood there in the foyer wall clutching his chest, wide eyed. Putting the remaining pieces of the puzzle together, Benji's shocked and stunned reaction was replaced by anger and fury. "Son of a bitch!"

Enraged at the revelation, Benji got up from his squatting position, ready to storm out of the building when something caught his eyes. From the corner of the room, was a dim red flashing blinker.


A knock at her office door made her look up from her computer screen. "Come in."

"Hi Tara. Am I catching you at a bad time?" Haruka asked.

"No, come on in and have a seat. Did your stitches tear? Want me to look at it?" Tara asked in a nursing tone.

Putting her hands up defensively, "No, I'm healing up fine. I actually came to ask you a favor, something I couldn't do over the phone."

Noticing Haruka's serious manner, Tara's office suddenly felt silence. "What's wrong Haruka?"

Hesitating for a few moments, Haruka looked up to meet Tara in the eyes, "I need you to help me look up my birth certificate. It should be in the hospital's referential record system."

"I can only access birth certification records if you were born in this hospital, you weren't born in this hospital." Tara stated.

"Haruka Tenoh wasn't, but Haruka Honet is."

Confused as to what the blond was trying to imply, Tara came straight out to ask her, "What are you saying Haruka?"

"My real name is Haruka Honet, I was born at this hospital, and records should indicate Haruto Honet as my biological father. I need to know who my mother is."

"Are you trying to find your birth parents?" Tara asked, curious to the nature of Haruka's request.

Haruka didn't like lying to Tara then, Haruak didn't like lying to her now, though this was the best for both parties; and in a lowly whisper replied, "Yes."

The moment Tara and Haruka met, Haruka had already disclosed to Tara that she was an orphan, raised in an orphanage. Though Tara didn't poke and pry into Haruka's past, every time Haruka's childhood or past was brought up, she would cleverly change the topic to something entirely different. If Haruka really did want to find her birth parents, Tara really didn't see the harm in helping her friend accomplish her goal.

Opening her hospital records data base, Tara typed in the name: Haruto Honet. Searching through thousands and thousands of records, 2 hits were found relating to Haruto Honet. The first hit was a birth certificate. "Lo and behold, there you are Haruka. Born Haruka Honet, Female, born to Haruto Honet and Messah Honet."

'My mother: Messah.' Haruto Honet was a ghost, with no permanent residency listed. Now that Haruka had her mother's name, maybe she'll have better luck tracking down a tangible address that she had shared with Haruto, and hopefully discover a safe behind a portrait or a secret spinning bookcase, though all too good to be true.

"Can you print that out for me Tara?"

"Sure."

Handing over Haruka's birth certificate, Tara hit the back key, going back to the original search, curious as to what the second hit in the hospital records was. Clicking on the link, Tara immediately saw that it was a death certificate. Her eyes not leaving her screen, "Haruka?"

Looking up from her birth certificate, "Yeah?"

"Did you know your father, Haruto Honet died here in this hospital?"

Haruka shook her head, nothing in the police records mentioned where or how Haruto Honet died.

"His death certificate was issued at this hospital when you were only a few months old. The official cause of death is listed as terminal acute Hodgkin's lymphoma. Its cancer of the white blood cells, spreading from the lymph nodes."

Haruka never met her father, and yet the news that the man had such a painful death saddened Haruka immensely. "What does that mean?"

With a heavy heart, "It's the most aggressive form of cancer there is. Even with intensive radiation and extensive chemotherapy, he may have had 1-2 months max. I'm sorry Haruka."

Haruka got up from her seat and walked out of the office. Before shutting the door on Tara, "Don't be. Thanks for your help." With that Haruka left the hospital to begin her research on Messah Honet. 'Hopefully she won't be a ghost.'


Night had fallen over Tokyo, though with the bright lights and crowded streets and shops, one would get the impression that it was still midday. It was a normal occurrence for the clan to hold its meetings every Friday night in an abandoned warehouse owned by the Honet Group in Okutama, an industrial district just on the outskirts of Tokyo's business district. An emergency meeting had been called, words of the slaying of Daiko and Keiun had spread faster than wild fire, every member and rival clans were talking about it, rumors and allegations were flying about. As the founder and lone elder of the group, Shinto only found it fitting that he be the one to address the matter to his men, though his true intentions falls short of innocent.

The warehouse was currently packed with Honet clan members, all 28,000 of them of be exact. Everybody was discussing and chattering with their neighbours about the slaying.

"They fucking deserved it! Messed with the wrong fucking crowd!"

"I heard that Shinto had put out a hit on them."

"Bullshit! I heard that it was the oyabun of the Nizo Clan that had put out the hit. Did you know Keiun was fucking the man's wife?!"

"I knew his dick would get him into serious shit one day…"

"SILENCE!"

Recognizing the owner of the voice, everybody in the room felt silent, nobody daring to get on Spar's bad side. Behind Spar stood Shinto; his black and gray hair neatly combed, his entire attire was black, from his blazer to his pants. Tied on Shinto right arm was a piece of red cloth, a sign of respect and mourning for the deceased in Japanese traditions. Spar stood down and let Shinto take the stage before the entire Honet Clan as their oyabun, addressing the pressing matter at hand.

With all 28,000 pairs of eyes on Shinto, Shinto returned their gazes, unwavering, his icy cold mask hiding his deviousness. In a loud roaring voice, Shinto presented his rehearsed speech, trying his very best to sound sincere and saddened. "My fellow brothers, I stand here before you with tragic news. As many of you are aware, our beloved friends, brothers Daiko and Keiun have been tragically slain…" Shinto lowered his head, tears forming in his eyes, his nose getting runny, his voice breaking up.

At the mere site of their beloved oyabun grieving for the loss of his best friends, the entire clan looked on, eating up Shinto's entire performance, worthy of an Oscar's nomination. Suddenly from within the crowd of people, someone voiced the question that many have been wondering themselves, "WHO?! Who did this?!" Following the one outburst, many members began voicing their thoughts out of turn.

"I'll fucking kill them myself!"

"Was it the Nizo clan?! Was it Yauri?!"

"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT HONET-SAN?!"

The last comment came from no other Dyon Chisu, the nephew of Daiko Chisu. Standing at the very forefront of the crowd, Dyon stood no more than 5 feet from the podium that Shinto was standing on, their eyes connected, the glares traded conveyed nothing but hatred for one another. Recomposing himself, Shinto held his hand high, signaling the clan to halt their questioning. "Daiko and Keiun did not die in the hands of a fellow brother in the brotherhood. They were hunted like animals and gunned down by a renegade dirty cop."

"WHO?!" shouted an anonymous clan member.

Inhaling a loud breath, Shinto's facial expression heavy hearted, "Captain of the Tokyo Metro Division 42: Sashi Jino."

"WE'LL FUCKING KILL HIM!"

"Cut his hands and feet off! Throw the rest of his body to the sharks!"

"We'll hunt and gun him down! Eye for an eye!"

"DO NOT ACT RASHLY! Daiko and Keiun would not want to see his men hurt or imprisoned because of them. I will not let my brothers' revenge go unavenged, but to do this, we must unite together as one. I hereby extend my hand of invention to Daiko and Keiun's men, for you to join the Honet clan once and for all, with no more labels separating us! No more Daiko's men, or Keiun's men, or Shinto's men. NO! From this day forward, you will proudly call yourself Honet men, of the Honet Clan! Acting as Oyabun of Honet Clan, I will see to it that our clan grows with each passing day, and fuck those that stand in our way!"

A sudden uproar of cheering erupted in the tightly packed warehouse, its echoes reaching even the farthest corners of the building. All 28,000 now Honet Clan member pumped their fist in the air repeatedly, each and every single out chanting their support for Shinto Honet.

"Oyabun!"

"Oyabun!"

"Oyabun!"

"Oyabun!"

Shinto's previous emotions of grievance were entirely gone, instead replaced by a look of satisfaction and excitement, his lips parting into a wide grinned smile. Shinto had accomplished what he had intended to do when he ordered for the execution of Daiko and Keiun, to take their men and claim it as his own. Daiko and Keiun each had men of their own; and although both men claimed to support the biddings of the Honet Clan, Shinto knew that if he'd ever crossed the two, they would immediately withdraw their men, thereby crippling Shinto and the Honet Clan immensely of its man power. Shino knew this was all politics, but it worried him to no ends knowing that the survival of the Honet Clan and Honet Group Corp. depended on the two buffoons. Daiko had signed his own death certificate; the day Daiko had threatened to withdraw his men from the Honet Clan, when he had given Shinto the one month deadline, Shinto began expediting their demise. All had gone according to plan, with Shinto reaping the benefits that came with their demise, all 13,000 of them to be correct. Daiko and Keiun's men totaled at 13,000; combining that and his own men, Shinto now had absolute control of all 28,000 men, all willing to do his biddings on command.

As the cheering in the warehouse died down, a familiar voice reached Shinto's ears.

"Oyabun. You still haven't answered us yet, what are you going to do about my Uncle's death?! Just let it go unavenged? Cause you're too chicken shit?!"

Immediately sidestepping from behind Shinto, Spar leaped off the stage and closed the distance between him and Dyon. It all happened too quickly for Dyon to react. Reaching up to grab Dyon's collar in one hand, with another Spar delivered a powerful right hook to the man's jaw. Falling flat on his back upon impact, Dyon cowered in a ball, with his hands covering his head; the rest of the clan members moved back, away from the commotion, nobody extending a helping hand to Dyon. As Spar was about to bounce on the fallen coward, the voice of Shinto's command halted him in his steps.

"ENOUGH!" Shinto shouted.

Giving the coward a dirty look, Spar turned back to face Shinto and bow his head in respect before returning back on stage, returning to Shinto's side once again.

Clearing his throat loudly, Shinto reclaimed the crowd's attention. "As Chisu-san so politely asked, acting as Oyabun, my first duty is to see to it that Daiko and Keiun's murderer is avenged. I only ask that you give me a few days' time. DO NOT! I repeat do not interfere! I will personally handle this. I will cut his head off with a Katana, and use it to in a Kami ceremony in honouring our fallen brothers! Daiko Chisu and Keiun Saici deserved nothing but the highest honour. WHO IS WITH ME?!"

For the second time that night, the warehouse again erupted in a loud uproar for their new Oyabun. Every single one of the 28,000 member in attendance ate up everything that spewed from Shinto's deceiving mouth, all except for one. Dyon had picked himself off the floor, nursing his aching jaw. Dyon didn't join in the night's chanting like his fellow brothers did, instead, had his own plans for his Oyabun.


The constant beeping of the heart monitor was the only thing that kept Sashi company during his stay in the Intensive Care Unit the entire time. Now that he was out of ICU, Sashi had been transferred to a private room where he would only have to spend a few more days isolated from the public before he could be released. During the first few days, almost the entire department one moment or another had been by to visit and congratulate the hero of the hour, for taking out two of most notorious fugitives in all of Japan. Sashi couldn't decide which ached more: his shoulder blade or his hand from all the congratulatory handshakes he's been receiving.

Lying with his back against a propped up pillow, Sashi finally had time to replay the events of that fateful day. Replaying it over and over again in his mind, Sashi mentally retraced his steps; confident that he had covered his ass, everything from the crime scene to his official report was flawless. Sashi had pre-planned the entire cover story, rehearsing it till it became second nature, till everything literally rolled off his tongue. It had been one of the best decisions of his life accepting this job, not only did it bring about fame and prestige from the force but it also brought him untold fortunes. Shinto had promised to pay him out in three series of sums; it'll look less "suspicious" as Shinto had put it. With the payout he was getting, Sashi would have enough money to cover his debt and then some; for the first time, life was good to him.

Snapping out of it and being bored out of his mind, Sashi started looking around his room, the guys back at the station had brought him tones of craps. Everything ranging from flowers, to balloons, teddy bears, chocolate, and a few fruit basket that had since rotted, attracting dozens of pesky fruit flies. 'Gotta ask the nurse to throw those out for me' he made a mental note to himself. The sun had risen not long ago in the busy city of Tokyo, unable to sleep from the amount of excitement that had been coursing through his body from the mere thought of the money that was soon to be his, Sashi just couldn't wait to be released from the hospital. A knock at his door caught Sashi's attention, thinking that it was a nurse doing her rounds. "It's unlocked, come in."

In stepped a man that Sashi hasn't seen since he landed himself here; the last time Sashi had seen him, he had been clean shaven and looked presentable, the man standing before him now was gruff, his hair uncombed, his face covered in short stubbles, evident that he hadn't been shaving for days, his eyes was puffy and had large eye bags underneath.

"God damn it Benji, you look like shit! What happened? What are you doing here at this hour? Is everything already?" Sashi asked concerningly.

Benji stepped into the room, with his case file still in hand. Closing the door, Benji made sure that the door was locked; he didn't want any unwanted distractions. Walking to the foot of the bed, Benji threw Daiko Chisu and Keiun Saici's case file onto Sashi's lap.

Sensing the intensity radiating off of Benji's, his usual calm and relaxing demeanor were now practically non-existent. "Is this a case you're working on? Want help with it?" Picking up the case file, Sashi flipped it open, the first page was pictures from the crime scene; photos of Daiko and Keiun lying face down in their own pool of blood, their lifeless eyes still ajar. Confused to why Benji would be looking into this case file, he wasn't in internal investigations. "What's the meaning of this Benji?" Sashi asked.

"Stop pretending." Benji replied lightly.

Arching his eyebrows, Sashi was confused at what Benji was saying to him, confused at the entire encounter. "Stop what Benji?"

Unable to hold his rage any longer, Benji banged his fist onto the overbed table, "Stop this whole fucking charade!"

Taken aback by what the man before him was saying, 'Does he know?' Sashi thought.

Still at the foot of the bed, Benji closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his climbing heart rate. In a calm tone of voice, Benji continued his line of questioning. "Who is Spar? Hm? What did he have to do with Nido Hoshi's murder?! What about the crime scene?!"

The moment the words 'S-P-A-R' came to reach Sashi's own two ear, he felt his body stiffen instantly, his blood froze, his eyes locked with Benji's, a look of fear written all over Sashi's pretty-boy face. Sashi's mere expression and body language was enough confirmation for Benji. His friend, a man who he looked up to on the force, a man he once held as being the cleanest cop on the force was now reduced to being a lowly rat.

Sashi immediately voided his face of any and all emotions, his police training immediately taking over. "I don't know where you got that from, but I don't know any Spar. And don't you forget, it was you that tainted the Nido Hoshi crime scene, not me. So for your own good, I would stop all the accusations and finger pointing, my friend." Sashi added extra emphasis on the last two words.

Benji knew this was going to be easy, the man was highly trained in interrogational tactics, but he wasn't a fool about to be played again. "It was me. I was there in the office that night when I overheard your conversation with Spar. I overheard everything. How you manipulated me into doing your bidding, complimenting Spar on a job well done. You saw Nido Hoshi's autopsy report, can you condone such monstrosity?! Did it fucking slip your mind that you're an officer of the law?! To thinking I fucking looked up to you!" Benji yelled angrily at his friend's blatant betrayal.

"So it was you that I saw creeping outside my door...and to think that I was starting to questioning my own sanity." Straightening his sitting position, Sashi took his mask off, and revealed his true colours. "Hmph. You're quite the detective Benji, not as dumb as you appear to be." Sashi scoffed. Sashi threw the case file he was handed earlier back on the overbed table. "I guess there's no point in hiding it anymore. You're right; it was I that set up Nido Hoshi's murder. How'd you think Spar found him in the first place? I purposely told Spar to setup Nido Hoshi's crime scene to be as gruesome as possible, the more blood the better. I knew you had a weak stomach, couldn't hold anything in at the site of blood. Why'd you think I purposely selected you and Haruka to visit Nido Hoshi's shop in the first place? Hm? Because I know with enough clues given, Haruka would be able to find Hoshi's body…and knowing your weak stomach, it was only a matter of time before you emptied your stomach content. You were the star of that scene. But you know, regardless of what my plans were, if you weren't so useless and pathetic, and were actually able to hold your tongue, my plan could have been easily foiled…I didn't force you to vomit, you did that yourself." Sashi stated in a cold icy tone of voice.

'Manipulated. Nothing but his fucking stringed puppet.' Benji felt blood boil, his right eye twitching slightly at Sashi's revelations. "And them?" Benji asked, pointing to the case file.

Sashi pondered for a moment on whether he should indulge the man. 'I don't see why not? It's not like he'll be telling anyone soon.' Nodding his head at Benji, "What about them?"

"There was no confidential informant was there?"

"Got another right again, two in a row, you're on a roll. Wow. See, if your power of deductions were this effective during investigations, you would have made captain before me…instead of being a lowly senior officer for 8 long years now." Sashi replied snidely.

Benji remained silent, unmoving, unwavering; he wasn't going to give the reaction that Sashi was so desperately craving for.

"I killed the two fuckers. I surprised them with a visit, caught them off guard. You see the difference between you and I is that I use my brain, I plan ahead. I had been stalking them, tracking their daily routines, premeditating my attack; they didn't even see it coming. I knew they held their weekly meetings at Jeiki Street; that their men exchanged shifts at precisely 4:20pm. I struck then, plain and simple. You gotta admit Benji, two head shots on moving targets, that's pretty impressive am I right?" Using his hand to imitate a gun, Sashi closed one eye, and pointed his imaginary gun at Benji head, "Bang. Bang."

That was the last straw, Benji exploded, his anger erupting like a volcano, his rage oozing like fiery hot magma. Shoving the overbed table hard across the room, Benji held Sashi by the neckline of his hospital gown, choking the sadistic life out of the rat bastard. Benji hardened his grasp, staring down into the man's soulless eyes. Benji raised one of his fist, ready to strike. Instead of flinching and turning way, Sashi only lifted his face higher from his sitting position, as if welcoming Benji's fist to connect with his face.

"Brawns over brains again my friend. Has my story taught you nothing? Don't forget that I'm still your commanding officer. Punching your superior won't look good in your personnel file would it now?" Sashi asked mockingly, egging him on.

Benji lowered his fist, but not his grasp on the man's shirt. Point an accusing finger at Sashi, "You're right. I shouldn't take matters into my own hand, maybe I should share this information with One Police Plaza, see how they like it."

The silence in the room was interrupted by Sashi's loud cackling, his head thrown aback, tears forming in the man's eyes. "Oh shit! Whew. Almost didn't catch my breath there. You're a funny man Benji. You really think I'm stupid enough to reveal this much if I thought you could report me?"

Benji's facial expression remained unfazed, not seeing the flaw in his plan to report the corrupt bastard.

"Who do you think O.P.P is going to believe? A decelerated officer of the force; the youngest to ever make the ranks of Captain in the entire history of the Department, a hero who took down two of the most notorious yakuzas in all of Japan, wanted by even Interpol. Or you, a lowly senior officer who has had more internal investigations and suspensions than everyone on the forced combined, an officer who is now on official desk duty because he tainted an active crime scene by spewing his guts? If you asked me, you look guiltier than I do of being a corrupt cop." Sashi snickered.

Benji knew he was right, if he went to O.P.P with nothing but accusations, with nothing to back them up, he would be taunted by his fellow officers, or worst, slandering your commanding officer could be cause for suspension. Being suspended from the force was the last thing Benji needed now, even on desk duty; he would be able to keep an eye on the man 24/7. Benji was shaking from his overwhelming sense of fury for the conniving man, but he had no other choice. Benji released Sashi from his grasp.

Fixing his hospital gown and patting out the wrinkles, "Wise choice. I'm the man of the hour, don't you forget that. I took a bullet for the force; I wear my badge of honour proudly on my shoulder. Where's your's? Oh right. I almost forgot, you took one for the force too…in your bloody ass asshole." Sashi openly mocked.

Benji wasn't going to stand here and let the man insult him; he had better things to do. Grabbing his case folder from the overbed table, Benji unlocked the door and let himself out. Turning back to face Sashi, he had some last words for the man. "This isn't over. Not by a long shot." Slamming the door shut, leaving Sashi alone with his thoughts once again.

Grabbing a cup by his bedside table, Sashi violently threw the cup across the wall, breaking into hundred of tiny pieces upon impact. "FUCK!" Sashi screamed. Reaching for his cellphone, Sashi dialed the familiar number, waiting for the recipient to pick up his call.

"What do you want?" The familiar voiced asked into the receiver, skipping all formalities.

"We have a problem."


A/N: I know, I know. This chapter didn't deal with Haruka much, and our beloved Michiru is still missing in action. I promise we'll get more Haruka next chapter. This chapter was a necessity. I needed to highlight the devious nature of both Shinto Honet and Sashi Jino; those bastards. Don't worry, Sashi's fate has been sealed, he'll get what's coming to him; just don't tell him, he might skip town.

I made a House M.D reference in this story, did you guys catch it? I fucking love House, though I have to admit, it's starting to suck. Oh right, this is a Sailormoon fanfic, almost went on a tangent there. I don't know if it's me, but with every story and the daily news I'm reading, it feels like the bad guys are taking over this world doesn't it?

Anyways, please read and review; it's greatly appreciated.