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Once they were at the hotel, they all regarded Bo with a grave sense of curiosity. After all, he was killed by his so-called girlfriend and had come to the human realm as a ghost. Not to mention that whatever reason that had caused him to come to the human world had also driven him to find Ranmyaku and stay around her. They wanted to know all that Bo could tell them, all that he knew.

But the young ghost, though he did not seem reluctant to share what he knew, still said nothing about it. Maybe he was frightened that Zanna was watching and would eliminate one more loose end from the equation, like she had so obviously done with the members of Chikara Z. The only purpose they had served was to defend Zanna for a fleeting moment so she could prepare for her overtaking of everything. So no one blamed him for simply sitting there like a statue and watching people who walked into his line of vision. The odd feeling they all got when they stood in that line of vision for too long prevented that from happening very much.

Not to mention they all had other things to occupy themselves with. Firstly, Ranmyaku and Tsune were busily reading their books, which to the best of their knowledges were nothing but journals. Tsune read faster than Ranmyaku did, and therefore had come to a very odd passage in his own journal. It spoke of a Faian female meeting a boy with ice blue hair, whom he could only assume was an Aisu male. The two had rose their weapons to fight to the death, as was the custom of when two of these warring clans met, but after exchanging a few blows it became clear that neither one of them really wanted to fight, so they put down their weapons.

Apparently the two watched each other for a few moments, and something clicked between them. Neither of them wanted to fight, so they decided that, together, they could build a bridge that connected the clans. After all, there was no real reason for the Aisu Clan and Faia Clan to hate each other. So they walked side by side into the forest to have fun and act like normal demons their age: hunting and gathering, since Faians were carnivores and Aisu demons largely did not eat meat.

Secondly, was the fact that Honzou and Ai were almost never around. Apparently they were going out to train more, but everyone was considerate enough not to bug them. Everyone knew that Honzou did not want to become king of the demon world, and, like good friends they would harass him until he told them why. Shun was also preoccupied, but mostly with his hair than with anyone else. Hayate had decided that if Shun, with all his perverted love of the other gender, needed to look manlier in order for them to like him more. This, of course, was the human's way of making fond memories with his demon, even though when everything was over his memories would be forever lost.

Asuru was having difficulty as well. He had gotten sick and was resting in bed, meaning that they had to hold off on their assault indefinitely. The French boy was needed to make the operation a success. There were only four of them after all, and Zanna had her two minions to fight back with. If they were going in to end Zanna, fighting with equal numbers would never work. The demon princess almost counted as three demons in her own right.

Deep into the darkness of their first night in London, Tsuine was reading. Everyone had already retired to bed, but Tsuine could not. He'd been feeling a bit of uneasiness at being so close to his clan's mission. Ending the Nikumosuta was what he'd been born to do, and the petty rivalry between his clan and the clan of the Nikumosuta's host was taking a backseat. As far as the redhead was concerned, this was his duty before such a thing as clans even existed. This was not only what he was meant to do, but also what his father and his father's father was meant to do.

So he picked up the journal and continued reading where he had stopped, the Faian female bonding with the Aisu male. The relationship between these two was one that more closely resembled childhood friends than bitter rivals. Perhaps that's what the female wanted...?

He continued reading, and what he read in the last few pages shocked him. It was almost enough to make the book fall from his quaking hands, and the only thing stopping that from happening was the steady hand he'd gained from training with the sword. His eyes were almost blank, and after sitting in complete silence he tucked the book into his cloak and pulled the covers up to his chin, forcing himself to fall into a pitiful, shallow sleep.

That morning Tsuine's sleep deepened and he ended up sleeping later than everyone else. In fact, when he finally opened his dark eyes, the only person in the room with him was Asuru. In order to keep themselves together, they had tried to split it up between boys and girls, but since there were only two girls, they ended up simply giving the girls one bed, the sick Asuru the other, and everyone else made due with the remaining space.

Memories of what he now knew haunted him, and since he could hear no sounds of water, he went to the bathroom to look at himself.

Morning Tsuine is not like regular old Tsuine. Morning Tsuine is more relaxed and harder to annoy. In fact, Morning Tsuine is rather likeable until he wakes himself up and remembers what he's here to do. Then he stops acting like your friend and acts more apathetic-like he's supposed to.

The Faian warrior looked at himself in the mirror. His hair that was usually spiky to the point of being a classified legal weapon was down and actually obeying the laws of gravity. Hard eyes that were dark as blackness were currently soft to the point of being kind, with dark shadows under them and spit crusted in his mouth. Tsuine wiped the spit away and shunted out of the bathroom. He was not a morning person, not at all. At that moment the door opened and the loudest, most annoying person he'd ever met came barreling into the hotel room. Ranmyaku came in and fell on the bed she shared with Ai, giggling like a crazy person.

"Aw! Look at Tsu-tsu! He's so cute!"

He tried, unsuccessfully, to glare.

Ranmyaku saw this and grinned, almost to the point that they switch places. Rammy was terrorizing and Tsuine was being terrorized.

"In his cute flame pajamas!"

The Faian warrior looked down at himself. He was wearing slightly oversized white pajamas with fire one them. He'd originally made a fuss about them and not wear them to bed, but grew to like them. Of course, the male would never tell Ranmyaku that. Tsuine reached up and ran his fingers through his flaming red hair. It was long compared to most guys, but short compared to Shun's. A shudder left him-he couldn't imagine letting his hair grow out that much.

But now Tsuine was more awake, and better equipped to respond to the ice demon's quips. "Well, princess, where have you been?"

Ranmyaku seemed to flush at that, and gave no answer. Tsuine seized what could be his only chance to make the bluenette leave him alone for the rest of their horrific stay in this room together.

"Oh my... you weren't with Shun were you? Getting it on, I assume? I thought Aisu Demons were supposed to save themselves for marriage-"

With a scream of "YOU PERVERTED PRICK!" the Aisu girl picked up the nearest throwable object (which happened to be a full bottle of lotion) and hurled it at his head. Even though he was sleepy he took the slight step to the right needed to avoid the object entirely, causing Ranmyaku to color in total rage. She jumped off the bed and stormed out.

All Tsuine could do was laugh. To drive it home he opened the door and shouted after her retreating figure: "You didn't deny it~" In a sing-song tone, causing the female to scream once more. Now he would either be left in peace of killed in his sleep.