(A/N Hi'ya guys! Happy-early-Thanksgiving! Hope you enjoy the chapter and thanks for the reviews!)

"What?!" Lucia shouted as he slammed his palms against the table. He moved his deadly gaze over each of the Oracion Seis, "You mean to tell me, the Rave Master, has gotten as far as to enter and maybe even exit the pass, and you didn't think to mention it to me?"

"Well, sir, the only survivor of the incident just came in today so…" Haja's voice trailed off.

A smirk grew on his face and he raised his head in the air, "That's great news people! The sooner he comes the better!" He leaned forward hardening his tone. "Now..I don't want you to be the ones to greet him. Your job is to separate him from his group and pick off the weaklings one by one. Can you at least deal with that?" The group members nodded with blank expressions. "Let me know when he arrives, don't me bother until then." With that said, he left the room slamming the door behind him and headed upstairs to let the woman in on the "good" news.

To no surprise the woman was reading. It was that same boring book she'd already finished. If she's done with it the most she could do is give it to him to burn. The woman looked up as he entered the room, a smile growing on her face as a greeting. Lucia merely nodded acknowledging she was there and walked over so that he was in front of her. "Something you need?" The woman asked cautiously. He scoffed and answered,

"Do I always need something to come here?" The woman tilted her head to the side giving him a look. Lucia sighed and returned the look before saying, "Fine. I do have a reason to come here. I have more news on the people who are after you."

The woman straightened her back and looked him in the eyes giving him her full attention, "Go on,"

"There's a pass a day's journey from here, they've been spotted. Apparently they've approached at a speed faster than anticipated." He spoke in a cool voice, the expression on the woman's face let him know that she was believing every lie he told her.

"A-around what time should they be here?"

He smirked laying a firm hand on the woman's neck, "Sometime in the next few days, don't worry though. They'll be dead before they reach you." The woman's eyes widened slightly,

"Dead? You're gonna kill them? I mean I get they're after me and all, but can't you just imprison the…" His gaze hardened and his grip tightened slightly around her neck causing the woman's sentence to trail off. Brown eyes flickered up and met his, they were full of an emotion he couldn't quite place. His brows furrowed in confusion and he removed his hand letting it drop back to his side.

"If they're a threat to your safety it would make sense to get rid of them forever wouldn't it?" He said in a low growl.

The woman stepped forward placing her hands on her hips, "Yes, but we should-"

"Shut up." He said simply, cutting into her words. The woman's eyebrow twitched in annoyance before she sighed in defeat. It was silence for a few seconds before he started towards the door. His ears detected footsteps behind him and let him know he was being followed. Lucia stopped and glanced over his shoulder meeting eyes with the woman, "What now?"

The woman opened her mouth slightly and didn't speak. He turned back around feeling himself getting frustrated, well that was a waste of my time. "Wait!" Something small attached itself to his sleeve and tugged. He zeroed in on it and found it was the woman's hand. "Be careful, when the people come," He froze for a second, taken aback, before quickly regaining his composure.

"Sure," He muttered jerking his hand away. Even with his stiff response the woman gave him a genuine smile then swiftly walked back to the place she'd been when he'd first came in. Lucia turned and exited the room, he stood outside the doors for a few moments considering an idea. When it was decided he turned back round and unsheathed his blade, kicking the door open and startling the woman.

"Lucia! I thought you left!" Her brown eyes flickered to the blade in his hand. "What are you doing?" Without answering he marched over to the bed and lifted the blade above his head then brought it down to connect with the chains. The metal flung apart, the pieces that were closest to his blade shattered. The woman stumbled back, "W-Why did you break the chains?"

He grinned, sheathing his sword once again. "You must feel cooped up here," He began in a sly voice only to have the woman cut in,

"Well not really, the place has a nice view."

"Shut it." He snapped in annoyance.

The woman huffed folding her arms, "Whatever."

"Anyways," He continued changing his answer, "It'd be better for you to be by my side for when your attackers come. If they find you and escape quietly how would I know you were taken?" He asked smoothly, stretching an arm out to rest on her elbow, hopefully to make her less on edge and easier to deal with.

His attempt worked and the woman's shoulders relaxed, "Y-yeah. You're right." The woman pointed to her feet and looked at him expectantly but he merely returned the action with a cold smile.

"Won't try to run?"

The woman scoffed, "Why would I?"

"Well you did try-"

"Well that was before." The woman snapped cutting him off and casting a glance at the floor. He raised a brow in question but didn't say anything. He lifted a foot in the air and stomped on the cuffs, breaking them in half with one hit. "Thanks…" The woman breathed out as she bended down to massage her ankles which were a light red. Once the woman had stood back up he said,

"If you're going out of the room you're going to need actual clothes."

The woman looked herself over, "And what's wrong with my clothes?"

He scoffed as he walked over to the back hallway, "You'll look like a idiot if you go out wearing a nightdress." He opened the door and looked around the dark room before his eyes spotted a pile of clothing-the one's the woman had been wearing when she'd first arrived. "Here." He said and tossed the clothes at the woman who barely caught them. She threw him a look but seemed to get the idea and stiffly walked to the bathroom.

He waited leaning against the bed until the bathroom door creaked open. Standing there looking a tad bit insecure was the woman. She now wore her heart cruz tank top that reached mid-stomach, blue denim shorts, and her brown boots. The woman came out and did a little spin, "Do I look alright?"

He rolled his eyes and walked over to the door, "Is it really the time to be concerned about your appearance?"

The woman jogged over to where he was and muttered, "Well you were the one who told me to change…"

"Did you say something?" He asked in a warning tone.

"N-nothing! You must be hearing things!" The woman exclaimed nervously.

"That's what I thought." Lucia exited the room and stood in the hallway, realizing he wasn't being followed he let loose an agitated sigh and reached back grabbing the woman by her wrist. "Stop gawking." The woman didn't give a reply but huffed and matched his pace.

They arrived downstairs minutes later. He noticed several confused looks being shot their way. Most underlings paused after they'd passed to wonder over who the woman was that their leader was "escorting" around the HQ. Down the hall he spotted Berial speaking to Julius. He bit his lip in frustration, if Julius tries to start trouble again he'll get what's been coming. As they approached the conversation between the two slowed and they gaped at the sight. It wasn't until they'd passed that Julius called out,

"Lucia! What's the Etherion girl doing out?!" He didn't answer, only tugged at the woman who'd begun to slow down.

"Where are we going?" The woman asked from behind him.

"A place where I spend most of my day," He answered and didn't give any more information. At the end of the hall they were walking down they were met with a thick set of wooden doors. He easily pushed them open. It was what you could say throne room.

A frayed red carpet lay on the floor and over three stairs that led up to a large chair. The room was pretty empty except for a rectangular table off to the side. "This place?" The woman spoke her voice full of distaste.

"Yes, problem?"

The woman looked around, "No...just kinda bland." He tsked and released his grip going to sit in the chair.

"Well maybe I like bland." He snapped as he shifted his sitting position.

The woman observed him through half-closed eyes, "You don't seem the type."

Lucia propped his head up and stared at the woman through blank eyes, "What?"

The woman blinked a few times before straightening her back. "Uh-I just meant you seen the type to go with more eye-catching stuff. Yet everything you own seems to be boring."

"Yet that is none of your business. Just shut your mouth, come here and take a seat." He pointed to his lap. The woman raised a eyebrow before hesitantly walking forward. She walked up the stairs slowly, slow as a snail, so annoying. He glared at the wall until the woman gently sat down in his lap like she had a stick stuck up her butt. Her let out a mocking laugh, "No need to be so tense!" He watched as after a few seconds the woman relaxed, she slouched and slightly leaned back towards him. His dull eyes watched the door, awaiting the moment to come. The endgame is near, Haru Glory. And I've got the trump card.