Chapter 9

"Life is one long curve, full of turning points." – Pierre Trudeau


The Turning Point

How does a monster become a monster?

It starts with love. Always love, and they ate it in greedy handfuls, back when they were whole and beautiful and the light waltzed on their skin like stars.

It starts with sin, always sin, like fingerprints on the spine, like a devouring, like singing while Eden floods, like singing with fists in their mouths.

Before a monster is a monster, it is swollen with love, it presses sin flush against the wall, it pretends that it knows what to do with its hands.

And then the love vanishes, it is plucked right out of their mouths, and the monster is desolate, and the monster is withering, and all that is left is sin and a gaping hole where the heart should be, overgrown and abandoned, stars spilling out.


8-year-old Misaki knew he was a monster when the demons in white coats stitched his lacerated back, having him whimper and tremble further in fear. At some point they must have injected him with something for his vision drifted into a peaceful darkness. The moment he woke up, he found himself in fluffy blue pajamas, covered by more than one pastel colored blankets.

Blinking his eyes out of confusion, he realized he was in a similar white room, except this one was graced by the presence of numerous colored, stuffed animals and toys. He didn't fail to notice the presence of four other children, staring owlishly at him in complete silence.

Misaki tried to speak and the moment he realized he could, he immediately curled himself into a sobbing ball, burying himself in the pastel colored sheets. He soon felt a small hand shyly patting his head, before teary emerald green locked with vibrant peridot green eyes. The boy awkwardly patting his bead was slightly a bit older than him.

Misaki took in his rather feminine features, his cropped lighter, chestnut hair that looked soft and silky, his shocking pale skin and moreover, the dark bruises that were painted over his face, his arms and legs.

"Hey, ummm, my name is Ritsu. What's your name?" Misaki stopped crying the moment he heard Ritsu's song-like, gentle voice and saw a small, delicate smile on the other boy's face.

"M-Misaki…" He whimpered as he wiped his tears and snot away from his red face with a blanket that smelled of tears and disinfectant. Ritsu beamed at him. "That's a nice name! How old are you?"

Misaki glanced between Ritsu and the two boys and girl staring quietly at the two of them." E-eight." Misaki responded quietly before he hiccupped, earning a soft giggle from the little girl seated in the bed next to his.

"Great! Then you're the same age as Sekhmet!" Ritsu smiled as he pointed to the girl with jet black hair and sky blue eyes. "She's not Japanese. That's all she knows about herself." Ritsu said as a matter-of-factly. "And those two, over there," Ritsu pointed out to the two boys seated on the bed on Misaki's left. "Are Set and Apep. Set is the one with red hair and Apep the one with blond hair." The chestnut haired boy explained.

"Uh, okay." Misaki nodded slowly. It unnerved him how quiet the other three children were, but then again, the entire room was disturbing, never mind the toys and colors it held. The brunette gasped the moment Ritsu hugged him out of the blue. "I know it's hard to believe but we are going to make it! We'll all become good friends and everything will be okay!" The light brown haired boy said with ambition.

Sekhmet got off her bed and took a seat next to Ritsu and nodded more than one time, even though her face was emotionless. Apep and Set shared a look before they both walked to Misaki's bed and sat on the other edge of the bed.

The red haired boy, Set, nodded before he patted Misaki's shoulder. "Ritsu's right. If we stick together we'll be fine. Besides, we can't feel pain." Set said with confidence, before he was smacked behind the head by the blond boy, Apep.

"You idiot! We can still feel emotional and psychological pain." The blond boy, that looked slightly older than all of the children there, explained.

"Like…when you get your feelings hurt?" Set asked confused.

"…Yeah. Something like that." Apep smiled amusedly.

From what everyone explained to little Misaki, the brunette understood only a few things. He was the same age as Sekhmet, Set was ten and Ritsu and Apep were twelve. He understood that Sekhmet was kidnapped from her family and had no memory whatsoever about her past. He was told that Apep and Set were taken from an orphanage and also, held no memory of their past either.

Ritsu, on the other hand, was a different story. The lime-green eyed boy told him about his mission to make his mother happy. About how she had taken him to the demons in white coats to save her life and to make her proud. Ritsu told him that he missed his mom, but he knows she'll come back for him.

How wrong he was.

Day in, day out, the children were taken out from the pastel room and tutored. Each child had a different subject to cover and everyone finished their own courses faster than they would have finished at normal schools.

With time, Misaki learned to bit back his cries when they injected him with drugs that made his vision black out, even though he was wide awake, entirely conscious. He learned how to ignore the fresh and old scars encircling his wrists and ankles from where his feet and hands were severed off then reattached.

He had felt nothing, seen nothing thanks to that special drug, and it was only after the procedures, when his system was drug-free and his vision was clear, that he realized what they had done to him.

Misaki guessed he really did have his nerve-endings turned off if they could cut through his bone without him to notice a thing. He guessed that was a good thing. But he couldn't help but wonder what being hugged by another person felt like. He wondered what did the needles they injected in him felt like. Because Misaki Takahashi couldn't feel a thing.

Well, until they found a bloody way to make him feel for a fraction of a second.

And that was the worse day of his life.

He didn't remember much about that day. Misaki just remembered that they took him back to that cursed white room, placed down on the surgical table as usual before the devil in disguise smiled at him.

"Lay down on your stomach and we'll start something new for today, okay little Knight?" Misaki resisted the urge to shiver at the sight of that red eyed old man and did as he was told before he was tied down firmly by more than two pairs of belts.

"So, little Knight, how are you feeling after the previous operation?" The Boss asked, as he patted his bruised back, and Misaki had to remind himself that it was out of the question to lash out at him and hit the damn demon whose crotch he was forced to stare at as he was bound to the table.

"Fine." Misaki said though gritted teeth, out of anger and frustration.

"Now, we're going to do something entirely different. Try not to scream too much, alright?" The demon smiled again before he left him surrounded by the men in white coats. Misaki stiffened at the man's words, for he stopped screaming for some time now. He didn't feel the pain he should have felt, so what could they possibly do so barbaric that he'd scream?

He didn't scream anymore. He knew there was no point in doing so. There was no Superman or Batman to come there to rescue him and the other children.

Misaki was suspicious though. Why bother ask him about how he felt after the last procedure? It's true that the procedure itself had been strange. He remembered how more doctors were present around him that there used to be. He remembered how they implanted tubes in his back and in his arms, tubes that pumped in his little body some sort of neon blue liquid out of a huge canister.

Misaki learned that he wasn't the only one who had been sentenced to the odd treatment. The other children talked with each other after all. They talked about how they fainted as soon as the liquid entered their body, about how they woke up around half a day later and vomited everything they had eaten earlier that day.

He hated it. He would always dream of the impossible happiness he'd feel to be with his family again. But that was impossible. If his parents were already gone in Heavens, then Misaki doubted his brother was still on that earthly plane.

The moment he was injected with something in his nape, Misaki's eyes rolled back in his orbits and his mouth opened in a silent scream, saliva dripping generously from his chin, tears flooding his forest green eyes. He thrashed and he struggled, something he stopped doing a year ago, trying to reach out for the source that was causing him such dread.

He felt something cold and hard being pulled out and away from him. The pain of his open back and visible spinal cord was something unreal, something he couldn't comprehend, something he didn't want to feel and yet it couldn't compare to the pain he felt in every pore of his skin, to the feeling of splintering ice in his lungs, to the rotting of his the infected flesh.

It was terrible. That wasn't pain. It was beyond pain. He screamed and struggled and he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He could not stop. He had never felt anything, neither pain nor warmth, and this burning feeling agony of more-than-pain was too much for him to handle.

This time, the darkness he fell into wasn't welcoming, nor peaceful as it had been in the past. For the agony had followed him in his sleep and this time he couldn't fight against it. He could just feel. His pain manifested itself in colors of red and blue and green and orange and all the spectrum of the rainbows he's seen after storms, and he had almost gone insane from the sudden and over-abuse of his nerves.

And then, the next morning when he woke up and vomited the same as he had always done, Misaki cried. Because he didn't understand why his bed had become tainted by a bright red. He didn't want to understand why all of the other children's bed were just as tainted with blood as his was.

And then he felt nothing. No pain, no warmth, nothing.

That moment, Misaki knew.

He was a monster. For only monsters like him couldn't feel anything at all.


"MISAKI, WAKE THE FUCK UP!"

Forest green eyes widened and the brunette almost jumped out of his bed, if it were not for the firm hands of the red haired man beside him to keep him in place.

"S-Set?" Misaki panted as he wiped the sweat from his face with a trembling hand.

"You had a nightmare." The cooper eyed man explained as he let the brunette's shoulders go. "Are you okay? Want me to bring something?" The redhead asked with concern as he eyed Misaki carefully.

"No…It's okay." Misaki panted one last time before he took a deep breath to calm himself. "I'm okay." He forced a smile up on his deadly pale face.

"Stop lying, you fool." Set warned with annoyance, as he sat up and threw a jacket over his pajamas. "Care to join me for a walk outside? I could use some fresh air." The redhead yawned as he put his hand into his pockets, before throwing another glance at Misaki. "Well, at least you certainly do need it." He stated before dragging the green eyed man out of his bed and out in the cold night.

"So, what did you dream about?" Set asked as he stopped under a willow tree and sat on a large, smooth stone near the frozen lake of the abandoned property Phantom's headquarters were buried in. Misaki knew there was no point to lie about it. After all they were all carrying the same cross.

"The past." Misaki muttered as he raised his red scarf over his frozen nose. "The first year, anyway." The brunette confessed, before he brought a hand into the pocket of his coat, revealing a pack of Camel cigarettes. "Join me?" The green eyed male asked as he handed the redhead the pack after he slipped one of the cancerous sticks between his lips.

Set raised an eyebrow, amusement clearly shown on his face before he accepted Misaki's offer and took a cigarette as well. "Since when do you smoke anyway?" He asked, accepting Misaki's lighter before he lit up his cigarette and threw the lighter right back into its owner's hand.

"Let's just say it reminds me of… home." The brunette indulged, inhaling the smog into his lungs, feeling how his throat burned from its bitterness.

"Home? Come on, you're just missing your b-"

"There you are!" Both of them snapped into attention, catching the shady silhouette heading towards them. "I searched for you the entire, damn headquarters." She complained as the moon highlighted her dark hair and light colored eyes.

"Calm down, Sekhmet." Set smirked as he played with his pocket knife. "Something up?" He asked with a yawn.

"Nothing special, really." The young woman confirmed as she crossed her arms. "I just have to *send an idiot off for selling some of Phantom's information as well as huge debts…" She sighed tiredly. "Give me one too, Misaki." Sekhmet asked before the green eyed male handed her a cigarette and the lighter.

As she exhaled the smog into the mid winter's air, Sekhmet eyed the two young men carefully before she frowned. "Since when does Misaki smoke?"

Set started laughing while Misaki face-palmed himself. "Come on, what's so curious about the fact that I'm smoking? Maybe I've just given up and followed you guys into this habit." Misaki tried to defend himself but he was clearly failing to when he saw how both of his comrades were laughing.

"Ah…" The young woman's giggle drifted into silence, as a tired smile graced her noble features. "Anyway, Misaki you're coming with me." She stated before stomping the cigarette in the wet ground.

"And what about me?" The red haired man whined. "I haven't left the headquarters for a few days either." Set argued while Misaki laughed nervously.

"Misaki has spent these days taking care of Apep. You spent these days playing video games and watching The Vampire Diaries." The blue eyed female countered, struggling to keep herself from laughing in his face.

"…Really?" Misaki was the first to laugh out of them. "Damn it, Set!" The brunette forced himself to stop and breathe before he cracked up again.

"He's a romantic at heart, what do you know?" Sekhmet smiled genuinely as she ruffled Set's red hair. "Don't worry," She said before she flicked her finger on his forehead. "We love anyway."

"Go suck a dick!" He cursed, trying to cover his red face.

"Already done that." She smirked. "Well, if you don't have anything else to say, let's go." The dark haired woman turned on her heel before walking away with Misaki behind her, before she stopped and twisted her head back to eye the redhead.

"You coming?" She asked playfully, as Set cursed once again and ran after the pair into night's camouflage.


"KISA!" The Demon editor-in chief of Emerald boomed and brought Kisa Shouta out of his reverie with an unmistakable start.

"Oh! Umm, what is it?" Kisa asked sheepishly.

"What do you mean what is it?" Takano said through gritted teeth. He was really trying to be civil, huh? "Tsk…This is the third time you doze off." The dark haired editor stated as he played with his pen. "We were talking about the series you're in charge of!" He yelled again in the entire conference room, automatically sending shivers down all the staff's spines.

"I'm s-sorry!" Kisa stuttered as he searched furiously through his own files. "Um, you mean Morimoto Kana's, right?" The 30-year-old man dared to ask and failed to see Hatori Yoshiyuki face-palm himself for the countless time that day.

"Actually, we're talking about Mizushima Yoko's right now." Hatori tried to help him, while Mino simply smiled as he always did.

"E-eh?!" Kisa gasped in horror as he continued to search as a mad man through his files for what his superior needed. But it was no use. They weren't there.

"Oh, crap! I left the documents in the office!" He panicked as he raised up and rushed towards the door before Takano's hot anger stopped him in his tracks.

"Kisa." The golden eyed man said in a dangerous low tone. "You've been too distracted lately. You need to focus!"

"Yes, sir! Please excuse me!" Kisa bowed a little before he literally sprinted out of the conference room.

Thankfully, things worked out by the end of the evening. They sorted everything out with the printers, Yokozawa, as usual, took care of the sales, and of course, Takano Masamune finished what others would call a day in hell.

"Okay, everyone!" The Demon Editor shouted out to his fellow teammates. "You can go home now. Thank you for the hard work!" He praised as Hatori, Mino and Kisa bowed their head in respect before turning towards the elevators.

"Kisa, a moment please?" Kisa stopped in his tracks, as he felt sweat run down his nape with nervousness.

"Yes, Takano-san?" He laughed awkwardly, trying his best not to look as embarrassed as he felt right then.

"Is everything alright? Anything happening at home, with your old folks?" Takano raised a questioning eyebrow as he watched intently every move of his subordinate.

"No…"The shorter editor denied as he started playing with his hands. "It's just that…I've been thinking about something I couldn't really understand." The 30-year-old man tried to explain but obviously failed to as the editor-in-chief frowned in confusion.

"And what is that-"

"I met Richhan two nights ago." Kisa blurted out before he could stop himself. Takano's eyes widened and for a few seconds, none of them muttered a word.

"I see…" Takano said slowly, as if trying to recover from his shock, before he masked his obvious bewilderment and faked a lazy smile. "So what did you guys talk about? Did he find another job at his dad's company?" He winced. He hadn't meant to say that.

"No…We actually talked about…you." Kisa confessed as he massaged his the back of his neck awkwardly.

This time Takano simply couldn't mask his surprise. "He asked about me?" He dared ask as his voice trembled a little. The hope. The happiness he felt, made all of his pain and sorrow melt away as if they had been nothing. He finally felt something. He felt as if Heavens gave his and Ritsu's relationship another chance.

Kisa, on the other hand, was shaken by this sight of Takano Masamune. Never in his time working side by side with him, has ever Kisa ever seen him so vulnerable. He guessed that's what love does to one man. It breaks him and it mends him back together and makes him suffer and it makes him happy.

"Yeah…" Kisa nodded. "But I couldn't ask him anything because a car stopped by and took him God knows where." He sighed as he ignored how his boss' face fell. "I'm sorry, Takano-san."

"Idiot…There's nothing for you to apologize for." He muttered as he buried his face in his hand with regret.


"So Sekhmet, by sending this guy off, you mean to set him up to the police or killing him?" The red haired man asked from the backseat, as the young woman drove into one of the poorest districts in Tokyo.

"No, Set. We're here to kill him silently." The blue eyed woman reported, as she stopped the car behind a big van. "I tried talking to the Boss about sending him to the police instead, because this guy has a kid, but he wouldn't hear about it, so here we are." Sekhmet sighed as she turned the engine off.

"Okay, then why did you really have to take with you?" Misaki whined. He really didn't want to see how the man would collapse in horror to the floor with a hole in his head. He didn't want to hear the cries of his child either. He didn't want to murder that child.

"Because I was bored and I want you as my company." She smiled sweetly at him. In the past, he was the same as her. He didn't care anymore about who died and who didn't. It was his job. Their job. And he just had to get used to it. He wasn't sure if he could do all of that stuff again.

"I'm staying here…" Misaki closed his eyes, not wanting to deal with nightmares that night.

Set and Sekhmet shared a look before Set clutched his shoulder. "Are you sure? We won't take long." He tried to reason out as the young woman assisted him. "We are just going to send them off peacefully. They won't even know." She promised as she smiled gently.

"It's what we do, Misaki… You can't run from the responsibility forever." Set continued as he opened his door. "You owe it after all to all of your victims. As all of us do." He said before he got out of the car.

With a long sigh, Misaki gave up and got out of the car, shortly being followed by Sekhmet. They didn't walk for more than three minutes, before they reached the old, broken door, of their victim's house. Set pushed the door silently and they made their way in just like shadows, quieter than winter winds.

The victim, a man in his mid-40s, was seated on a rotten couch, in front of a small TV, clutching a bottle of beer tightly in his hands.

"Hurry up, you useless piece of shit!" The man yelled angrily, before he gulped down the rest of his beer. "How much could it take to make a fucking dinner?" He grunted as he continued to watch a football match. "Such a useless bitch…"

Sekhmet didn't waste any time and pointed her silvery white gun at the back of the man's head and pulled the trigger. The man froze with a soft gasp as the bullet passed through his head, leaving him dead and slumping down the couch quietly.

"Dad, I'm sorry for the wait, the microwave kinda broke down-"The blonde, mid-length haired teen said softly before she stopped in the kitchen door's threshold, dropping the plate with convenience store food on the floor, at the sight of her dead father.

Misaki's eyes widened in horror as he saw Asuka, the waitress he met in the club that was set on fire less than two months ago. His chest ached when a sob slipped past her lips as rivers of tears flowed on her cheeks.

Saddened, Sekhmet raised her gun once again and pointed at the young blond girl and Misaki had to clench his eyes closed, because he couldn't bear to see how the Queen of Phantom robbed the poor girl of all of her dreams, all of her future and all of her life.

But that didn't happen. For when Asuka felt the gun pointed at her, her head snapped quickly towards the three assassins, dodging the bullet just in time before it to hit her stomach.

"Wha-"Set tried to speak in shock, before he was stopped by Misaki's deep sigh of relief when Asuka ran away, out of the house.

"We must catch her!" Sekhmet hissed, angry on how easy Asuka evades her bullet.

All of them rushed after the running teen, Sekhmet trying more than one time to take her down with a rain of bullets. Shockingly to everyone involved, Asuka managed to dodge most of the bullets, before one of them hit her square in her lower leg.

Misaki was close enough to hear her wince of pain, as she continued to run for her life. Sekhmet took that as a change and tried to shoot her again but Misaki's hand on her gun prevented her from doing so.

"Stop! You're killing her!" Misaki screamed urgently, as Sekhmet furiously pushed him aside.

"That's the point, you freaking moron!" She screamed back as she followed Asuka in a tight, dark alley between two blocks of flats.

"Stop! She isn't involved with Phantom!" Misaki tried again to grab the jet black haired woman, but was blocked from doing so by Set's strong grip on his right arm.

"She started being involved the moment she saw us in from of her father's damn body!" The red haired man yelled at him in frustration. "Focus, damnit!" He hissed as he ran past him, to join Sekhmet in her tracking.

Misaki bit his lip and knew that what they said was right. No matter how innocent Asuka was, she was doomed to death the moment her eyes met his own. The betrayal, the disappointment and the rage in her eyes at the sight of him, made the emerald eyed man feel ashamed.

It hurt. It hurt him more than he would've wanted to admit.

With his heart clenching with dread and his mind silent like the peacefulness before the storm, he followed his comrades deeper into the maze of alleys, out for Asuka's blood.

After long minutes spent searching every single spot near the range Asuka disappeared from, Sekhmet hit a trash bin dangerously close to Set's head.

"Damn it!" She yelled. "This is impossible! I've never missed a running target in my fucking life!" She shrieked as she hit anything in her way.

Asuka was nowhere to be found. She was gone.


The moment Takano Masamune got back home, he slumped on his sofa, head facing the ceiling.

Onodera Ritsu was a total enigma to him. And he's known him for almost 11 years.

He felt like if he were to see Ritsu right then, it would break him and mend him back again. Masamune felt like seeing him was forbidden, yet to stay away is pain. So much pain he couldn't sleep at night, for the memories of Ritsu were too strong, too insistent to go away.

So he remains locked in a love that brought sorrow, for his heart strayed where it should not and now his mind must pull it back to within the confines in which it is permitted to roam.

Only this time he does not. He doesn't force himself to forget. He remembers.

He remembers the riddles Yokozawa has solved for him two nights ago. At first he didn't want to visit Ritsu's apartment. The pain would have been too much for him to handle. Then it was the rage. Because Masamune had always had a temper and when he was over the regret, he could only feel anger. Anger towards Ritsu for leaving him. Anger towards himself, for letting Ritsu flee without a fight.

But now, after Kisa told him how Ritsu asked about him, he was filled with too much love, too much hope to fight his feelings anymore. So he decided to honor Ritsu's only request and find out whatever he has left him with. He owed him that much.

Rising up from the sofa, Masamune took Ritsu's apartment key from his coffee table and went out of his own before he faced his old lover's door. Slipping the key in the lock, Masamune opened the door with a firm click, before he barged in.

The apartment was pretty much in the same state as he left it, less than a month ago, only that the air was considerably stale and a generous amount of dust covered the remaining furniture.

"Okay…"He whispered to himself. "So I need to find a chess table, a bookmark and a…gun." He gulped. He really hoped Onodera was playing a stupid joke on him and left him a toy gun. He really did.

For more than half an hour he searched like a mad man for a chess table and a book mark, but he found nothing. Angry and bitter he stopped by the small bookcase that held some of his and Ritsu's favorite books, before he gave an angry howl and hit the bookcase in an attempt to calm himself down.

However, the moment he hit the bookcase he head how something, probably made of wood opposed the bookcase from slamming itself on the wall. Hopefully, Msamune quickly grabbed the bookcase and moved it a bit to the side, enough for his to see what was behind it.

He let out a cry of joy at the sight of a dusty chess case. Eagerly, he took it under his arm and rushed to Ritsu's sofa, before he opened the case, tense in anticipation.

What he found were not chess pieces, but a leather covered book. A book in which rested a vibrant colored bookmark. Sighing with relief he pulled the bookmark out and investigated it carefully. His eyes quickly softened at the sight of his lover's handwriting.

"Congratulations, Takano-san! I had no doubt that you'd find this one. From now on, the road you are walking will become tough. The reasons I have… The reasons about why I left and why I may not ever come back, it all rests inside this diary you are holding right now. I understand if after you finish reading it you won't want to hear about me again. Even so, I want you to understand. I know I can trust with these secrets of mine…And if you choose to still chase after me…Then I thank you. You are then one of the very few that gave this whole thing a chance. Thank you. I really…really, love you.

Yours,

Onodera Ritsu"

His eyes stung and he didn't realize he was crying until after he saw how his tears fell on the leather cover of Ritsu's diary. Why would he ever thing he'd ever give up on him. Is that why he left? Is that why he had always been so personal when it came to the past? He had so many questions. And he could finally have them all answered. It gave him so much joy it hurt. Because he could finally understand.

But before that, he needed to find the last thing Ritsu left him. The gun.

Surprisingly, it didn't take him long to find the point on Ritsu's parquet that sounded different from all the other points in his apartment. He actually knew how to find these type of sounds, after he accidentally found some of his mother's documents hidden in the parquet under her desk. For that experience, he was really thankful now.

After he gently removed the portion of parquet that hid nice and well the present Ritsu left him with, Masamune's hands started trembling as he reached for the shiny, silvery and heavy item inside.

Raising the hard and heavy gun in the light, Masamune finally realized that he was in a far more significant and dangerous game than he had originally thought.


AN: Dun dun dun DUNNNNN! Masa-kun has a gun~! And I bet you guys didn't expect to see Asuka again! Hehe, well stay tuned for the next chapter. It's something you've all been waiting for quite a while now. I sure have lol!

Also, hope the flashbacks are to your liking! I spent quite a lot of time trying to figure out with what to start first. If you have any questions please feel free to ask me anytime! I don't bite! :3

One of my most loyal readers has pointed out to me that the naming and description of my OC's confuse them (I'm so sorry! I have no idea what gender you are orz), so I thought that maybe they are not the only one who get confused. Therefore I tried to be more explicit one the description. And I'll also write here about the OC's so you won't be confused next time! XD

Apep = The King – Around Ritsu's age, as mentioned in this chapter. He has shaggy blonde hair and dark brown eyes. His body is a bit massive and pretty toned, but not exaggerated. Has around 1.85 m. His skin is slightly tanned. He isn't Japanese as I mentioned earlier in the plot. SPOILER: He's from Scotland.

Sekhmet = The Queen – Around Misaki's age. Has back-length, jet black hair and light blue eyes. She has a slightly toned, yet athletic body shape. She has a pale complexion. Has around 1.75, so yeah, taller than Misaki and about Ritsu's height XD. As I mention earlier in the story as well in this chapie, she is not Japanese. She had been kidnapped from her family. SPOILER: She's from somewhere in Russia. ;)

Set = The Bishop – Two years older than Misaki and Sekhmet, two years younger than Apep and Ritsu. Has chin-length ruby red hair and coppery-pink eyes (smoothing like Rin from Free! Lol XD) He is slightly more massive than Apep and has 1.80 m. His skin is rosy. And he is Japanese af. SPOILER: He's in love with Sekhmet or is he? O.O We'll see soon ;)

Shout out to TouchDouche, THANK YOU so much for your reviews! I'll give you tacos if you want lol! :D

Until next time,

Fel