"It's a story that I can't tell here." Toya said, looking around them nervously. Kurogane's eyes lit up with sudden understanding…as well as a curiosity that could only be sated by delving deeper into this conversation.

"You're…," Kurogane didn't finish the accusation. He didn't have to – Toya instantly knew what he was talking about. He didn't say anything…his face paled, and he took a deep breath.

"How do you know?"

"I deal with people every day who…you know." The tanned teen answered, his eyes widening. "Your fiancé…he couldn't be a…,"

"Come with me." Toya demanded, leading the raven up to the check out. Kurogane didn't complain or waste any more time; he was on the verge of something big here, something that might help the five he was in charge of. There was no time to be suspicious.

Okay, maybe there was…but Kurogane was sure he could handle himself in any fight.

Before Kurogane knew what was happening, Toya had taken him to some Drugstore. They exchanged names on the way there, giving each other at least some kind of assurance that the other wasn't some psycho path either leading one back to his death or someone who was going to immediately run and turn the other in to those who were looking for him.

As soon as the raven stepped across the threshold, he was met with all sorts of different people…who had one thing in common. He didn't know how he could sense it; he just knew that everyone in the room was like the five he was in charge of. They all had powers and were thought of as freaks by the rest of society. They were all sought after desperately by his boss.

"Who is he?" A kid with brown hair demanded, stepping in front of a girl with lighter hair of the same color and large green eyes.

"Cool down, Syaoran. This guy might have some information as to where Kimihiro, Kazahaya, and Yukito are." The words washed over everyone present – even the two in the back who seemed to just be observers. The five in the front stared at Kurogane expectantly, studying him intently.

"Come to the back of the shop." Syaoran said, gesturing to Kurogane and the rest of his friends. Everyone crowded into the back room, where tables and chairs for everyone had been set out. The raven eyed a blonde who was standing beside a man dressed all in black, sure that he had something to do with it. He seemed to be the owner from the way he was standing…and from the way he smiled, it was possible that he was a man to be feared.

When everyone was settled, Toya immediately began reciting names. He started with the two tallest members of the group (Doumeki and Rikuo), and moved to the younger two (Syaoran and Sakura) who seemed rather protective of one another. "I'm Kurogane," The raven said solemnly, "I'm kind of the caretaker for a group of five psychics…and the three you mentioned earlier are all among them."

Instantly, Kurogane was showered by questions. Syaoran slammed his hands on the table and began firing them at him; Rikuo and Doumeki's barrage were quieter, but no less annoying. Finally Toya had to calm them down by yelling over the noise for them all to shut their mouths...something that Kurogane was especially thankful for. As soon as everyone was finally calmed down enough to talk rationally again, Toya turned his head to Kurogane.

"How are they?"

Kurogane looked down at the table, taking a deep breath before answering. "Kazahaya is…kind of…off mentally. Kimihiro's still there completely as far as I know…and Yukito does nothing but stare out the window all day. All of them have been tested on…and possibly used as Reed – the boss's – play toys…if you know what I mean."

"That son of a- I'm gonna KILL him!" Syaoran screamed, leaping up from his seat. Instantly, Doumeki was holding him back.

"Syaoran, calm the hell down!" Toya yelled, leaping out of his own chair to keep Syaoran from breaking free. "Being irrational is not an option at this point! We don't need you going out and getting yourself killed. Just sit down and help us form a plan, okay?" He demanded, placing his hands on the brown haired teen's shoulders.

"I'll…I'll never forgive him." Syaoran instantly stopped fighting. The life in his eyes seemed to die, giving way to a cold gaze…one that wasn't unlike a serial killer's. "I swear…I'm going to kill Reed if it's the last damn thing I do."

Syaoran's words washed over the room as the three hesitantly took their seats. The raven sighed, running a hand through his short black hair. "I'm guessing you guys ran into problems at the wards. Reed has the psychics who are powering them around his finger…he has their mates. He's using them to torture each other…it's freaking horrible." The raven spat. He sighed, shaking his head. "I don't know how we can convince the psychics to stop. They know that Reed will torture the ones that they love if they don't."

"What are their names, exactly?" Rikuo asked.

"There are two guys who mainly power the wards. Subaru and Kamui Sumeragi. Subaru's mate is Seishirou – he's Reed's right hand man." Kurogane replied, frowning.

"If Seishirou's that loyal to Reed –whether it's by choice or not- then he's going to be useless." Doumeki commented.

"Wait…Seishirou Monou?" Syaoran suddenly spoke up from his self-imposed silence. "Isn't he the brother of Fuuma Monou?"

"Yeah…you're right." Toya's eyes widened, the ghost of hope sparking a light in the orbs that had been dead for so long without Yukito to gaze upon.

"Wait…who the hell is this Fuuma guy?" Kurogane was extremely confused. The name sounded familiar…but he wasn't sure where he had heard it before.

"He's the leader of one of the biggest resistance groups that are pro-night children. He will definitely join us – ticking Reed off is one of his favorite hobies." Syaoran exclaimed, grinning. "I used to run around with him before I met Toya…so if I go talk to him, I think he'll listen."

Those present nodded their agreement. Finding Fuuma and convincing him to join them. Excitement and light were sparking into the eyes of Rikuo, Toya, and Syaoran – they hadn't had a reason to hope before. Now they knew that their loved ones were alive…and that there was a possibility that they could save them. All they had to do was find Fuuma…and all would be well.

Two weeks later, Syaoran had contacted his old boss and talked to him about the wards. Currently, Fuuma was operating out of a warehouse down at a wharf a couple cities over. He was totally on board with disabling Reed's wards…but not for the reason that Syaoran and his group of friends thought he was. Apparently, Kamui was one of the ones powering the wards. Fuuma met Kamui when they were kids…they had grown up playing together. Kamui had been kidnapped by the mafia soon after Fuuma joined the Resistance. In fact…it was because of him and his older brother that he had raised through the ranks. Now, he was one of Reed's most powerful enemies…as well as a respected psychic. He had always wanted to protect Kamui…and now, it seemed as though he finally could.

As soon as Fuuma stepped off the train, his eyes found Syaoran in the crowd. He smiled, pretending as though he hadn't seen his old friend and greatest elemental fighter. Instead, he walked in the opposite direction, leaving the station completely. As planned, Syaoran found him a long way from the station ten minutes later, when both were more than sure that they weren't being followed.

"It's been a long time, Fuuma." Syaoran said, extending his hand for the other man to shake.

Fuuma smiled, returning the handshake with a smile. "It certainly has. I'm glad to see you again...all the elementals down at HQ are nowhere as near as talented as you are, Syaoran." The brunette kid flushed with pride, smiling in bashful way at his old friend.

"We've got bigger worries than that, Fuuma. Would you mind coming with us?" Toya stepped out of the shadows, giving the other man a small smile. Fuuma looked at Syaoran, frowning. The boy was not one who would betray him…but he had not been made aware that there were other Children of the Night involved.

"As soon as I'm sure that you're not working for Reed." Fuuma said coolly, eliciting a small chuckle out of Syaoran's black haired companion.

"My name is Toya. My fiancée has been captured by Reed. You can rest assured that I would never work for that bastard…no matter what." Toya finished his sentence quieter than he had started it, thoughts of Yukito swarming into his mind. That was all it took for Fuuma to be sure – the look on the taller male's face said everything he needed to know.

"Lead the way."

Within two hours, Fuuma had met everyone at the Drugstore…and Kurogane. They had sat around, talking about what was to be done and planning. The brown haired male knew that he was going to be in Tokyo for a while…leaving his comrades back in his city was making him uneasy, but this chance to take down Reed would only come once.

It was decided that they would use Fuuma to get to Kamui and Seishirou since he had connections with them. He would convince them both to stop working for Reed, and help them keep their act of loyalty up. As soon as he had them on his side, they would wait for a time when Reed was gone. As soon as the opportunity arose, they would strike – and the man that had taken their loved ones would fall.

The plan was finalized, and Fuuma was put into his place outside the gate. From Kurogane, he had learned that some of the psychics were taken out for a little exercise around the street…well, the part of the street that was under the barrier's protection. They were made to look like normal, healthy human beings with guards placed all around them - luckily, Kurogane was one. Checking his watch, Fuuma realized that he had five minutes until the psychics would be there…and more importantly, that Kamui would be sent a little outside the barrier, to where he was hiding in the shadows.

'Time,' Fuuma thought, watching as the guards let out a dozen or so weak looking males. Among the guards was Kurogane…and Kamui. 'Funny,' Fuuma thought as he watched them, 'I suppose that Reed thinks he has Kamui under his control enough to trust him with watching the psychics.'

To see his old friend looking so lifeless was hard for Fuuma. He wanted to go in and steal his brother and Kamui back immediately, to get them out of harm's way and leave to a place where Reed couldn't harm them. However, to do that right now would be impossible. Fuuma had to think about the others that were waiting for the chance to steal their own loved ones away; Syaoran and his friends wouldn't look upon him too kindly if he only helped himself and ran off.

Fuuma needed their loyalty for the upcoming months. His dreamseers had predicted that great turmoil was going to occur soon…and that he could not succeed in his plans without Syaoran's help. Somehow, the brunette had managed to get some of the world's most powerful Night Children in one place, all working together. Fuuma suspected that their loved ones had indescribable powers; powers that would rid them of Reed forever.

Suddenly, Kurogane called Kamui over. Fuuma watched as the overly serious teen was told to go toward him, but not to alert the other guards; after all, they didn't want to cause a panic. Kamui nodded wordlessly, doing exactly as he had been told. When the other guards saw that Kamui was leaving, Kurogane just told them that he wanted to patrol the area. After all, there was no chance of him leaving – not when Reed had Subaru.

Fuuma held his breath until Kamui was close enough for him to touch. Wordlessly, he clamped his hands over Kamui's mouth and pulled him into the alleyway. He listened closely for anyone who might have followed Kamui…and heard nothing. Only the sound of Kurogane keeping them busy on the other side of the street reached his ears…as well as the protests of the male in his arms.

Kamui was released instantly, coughing and sputtering. "What the hell do you think you're doing, you idiotic…moron…," The younger male's anger instantly banked as he got a good look at who had captured him. His large brown eyes were wide, his whole body shaking. Fuuma couldn't help it; he wrapped the poor male in his arms, and gave him a tight squeeze.

"Fuuma." The black haired teen breathed. Fuuma smiled down at Kamui, unable to keep the happiness at seeing his old friend off of his face.

"It's good to see you again, Kamui."