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Eight
Night was falling on Hagi's form. He had stayed much longer than he should've, and Saya would probably be worried.
The air was cooler now, and it grabbed at his hair and brushed it all over his face. He didn't know what he was going to do when he say Saya again, because he had thought of no way to face her about the matter. Odds were he was just going let her decide, unless she asked for his help. Then he would have to help her, and unfortunately, probably help her do something reckless.
And yet, he would be by her side the entire way. That was his only thought as he packed away his cello case and started back toward the Omoro shop, with a still expression, because the though wasn't at all soothing. Yet he wasn't looking for calm- he was just looking for a resolution.
The streets were always empty around nighttime. He walked back slowly, his steps on the street were barely able to hear as he rounded the corner, sighing and-
Wack!
His cello case was pulled out to avoid being thrown down by something that had created a blue and black screen in front of him.
Nonetheless, he was not ready to be shoved aside into a couple bushes. His case made a loud thud as it hit the bushes next to him, and the person looked at him for just a second before giving him no other clue than what he needed to know something was incredibly wrong.
The sign was but a glance from one exposed eye, the pupils and irises shrunken, through a dark brown mask.
Karl Fei-Ong? An illusion? A hallucination?
And yet, he was gone in just a second, when something even stranger happened.
"KARL! Karl, James! STOP!"
A voice he had gladly not heard in a very long time.
It took him but a second to grab his weapon and leap into the streets to see if what had really happened had happened, and to his horror a blonde man was running into an alley.
He halted. Saya must not find out about this- ever. Even if he hadn't use them in a long time, he reached into his pockets and grabbed the silver knives he carried always, for Saya. They didn't even have sheaths, that was completely pointless, so he grabbed his case with one hand and slung it onto his back, then dashed into the alley. His face was set in one of annoyance and anger, because he still wasn't sure if he was just going crazy or something was really happening, or maybe it was a mistake.
He leapt onto the rooftop above the Solomon-looking person, and ran ahead of him, certain that the Karl-Fei-Ong looking one would be there. Sure enough, the chevalier of Diva's was bounding off the alley walls. Karl had a strange was of fighting, if it could be considered this, where he would shoot through the air, lunging dangerously at the foe even if he was jumping straight into a trap. As a recipient of this, Hagi knew that Karl wasn't at all sane, so this might be why.
And yet, James's moves were sleek enough to keep the Karl-Fei-Ong bounding this way and that, to building level to Hagi's. Karl jumped directly over Hagi, met his gaze a second time, and jumped.
Hagi threw his first knife.
Karl made an angry noise and dodged the knife, only for James Ironside- the African and especially brutal chevalier- swept his hand into Karl's middle, and the building gave a loud groan. Karl's cry made the night sky seem to shatter completely, and Hagi stopped for a moment.
Why were Diva's chevalier fighting?
Solomon leapt past him, and made a move to stop the two, though James was in the middle of forcing his hand into Karl's chest. Karl's bones gave way with another loud scream, and next door, someone came onto the street.
"Is someone alright?"
The civilian's question came loud enough for Hagi to hear. He needed to stop this before someone saw.
It seemed that Solomon too had heard it, and was trying to force his arms between James's and Karl's, Hagi jumped toward them, and landed in front of the three tangled chevalier.
Taking out another knife, he forced it in James's back, and pulled backward. Solomon, seeming to Handle a team effort, grabbed Karl, who had an open wound the size of a clementine on his right side, and hauled both Hagi and Karl into the sky, much like Hagi did at times.
James didn't last long in Hagi's vision. As the wind sailed through him, blood dripping from Karl onto him, he kicked Solomon out of the way and landed on his feet in a small park, where Solomon landed as well. Karl dropped from him arms, landed with a thumped, and tried to make an effort to lunge at Hagi, which was poorly effected because he stumbled on his cape and fell forward in pain. Even if he was a chevalier, a wound like that did hurt.
Karl stumbled to his feet a moment later, his hair hung in his face.
"Karl," Solomon said quietly. Hagi tensed. "I would appreciate it if you did not attack Hagi for a moment. I would like a word."
Karl's fists clenched. Hagi saw his mouth close, and he stood with a hunched over stance, his eyes darting everywhere.
Solomon faced Hagi. "I apologize," he said. "Though I suppose that you've gotten a letter from a man named Gretonte Itiedi?"
Hagi blinked. How did Solomon know? "Yes," he answered, and his voice held a protective tone.
"Right." Solomon nodded. "Karl managed to get his hands on the first letter he sent to your home- he said a man wearing the Bordeaux symbol was trying to deliver it."
Hagi's fingers flashed. Of course. Karl had always casued so much trouble- of course he had to wreck something. If they had just received the first letter, so much stress would be taken from Saya right now. Karl wasn't looking at him, though, he was focused on something in the sky, which bothered Hagi. "I see. Do you know who Itiedi is?" He didn't know why he was being friendly with someone like Solomon, though if he knew anything, he'd get information from him.
"We only know a little," Solomon said. He dusted off his shirt. "Just that he is a collector, and probably intending to capture Saya. We were trying to protect her. And just moment ago, Karl and I went to confront our brother because we didn't know he was even alive. It seems…" Solomon paused, taking a deep breath. "It seemed that Itiedi is the one who put us to rights again. He's is one of the reasons I'm here now. He's recruited James- and I'm afraid of that because, well, Karl and I were mistakes." Solomon smiled. "We're Saya's. We weren't supposed to come back."
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