Allen: Er...why so serious, Hana...?
Hana: -grins- Yes~ -mimics Heith Ledger's Joker- Why so serious?
Allen: -freaks out a little-
Hana: -cackles- Couldn't resist! But seriously, this is getting pretty serious. XavierForest and I still don't own D. Gray-man!
Allen: Er...j-just the story you all are reading...happy reading...
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+ - Chapter 49 - +
Something wasn't right. Allen deduced one chilly afternoon. The weather was beginning to grow colder, but he knew that had nothing to do with anything. This was his gut warning him about something, but he couldn't pinpoint it.
"Allen. Allen. Allen...HEY SHORT STUFF!"
Screaming in surprise, Allen fell over, chair and all as he looked around before his silver eyes landed on Shifu, who looked less than bemused at the situation. "Um...y-yes?"
"Class is over. Time to go home." Shifu said as though he didn't just shout at Allen to gain his attention.
"Ah... Thanks," Allen mumbled as he picked himself up off the floor.
"What's up with ya, anyway?"
"Not...much..." The British male meekly answered.
"You sure?"
Allen just shrugged. He was given a look, and Allen glowered. "Seriously, it's nothing!"
"If you're sure, you're sure." Shifu muttered. "I'll see ya Monday, Allen."
The head of white hair nodded, and watched as he friend headed off. Allen sighed, gathering his belongings from his desk. "I think I have bruises on my ankles now..."
He gingerly lifted one of the legs of his pants and stared at his ankle. It seemed alright...
But he was pretty sure it meant those bruises would make themselves known rather soon. That was a pretty nasty fall. Why did he have his foot wedged between the bar and the leg of his seat? It was amazing he didn't have a twisted ankle after that. "Live and learn, I suppose." He decided, before leaving the now empty classroom.
His ankle really did hurt...
. . - * - . .
Wisely didn't look from his screen as the door opened and then shut. "Welcome back." He called out.
"Thanks." Allen muttered, limping to the fridge, as he deposited his bag on the first chair closest to him on the way. "Not gonna bother asking?"
"I can see the scene in your head. I know what happened before you walked through that door." Wisely said, eyes still trained on the screen.
"What are you working on?"
"Some old cases of one Apocryphos." He answered.
"That guy..." Allen shuddered. "I never want to cross paths with him."
Wisely nodded in agreement.
"I can't believe he was actually my doctor at one point," the younger Brit continued, disgust creeping into his voice.
"He wasn't actually your doctor." Wisely corrected. "He just happened to sneak in for whatever ungodly reason."
"I know, but everyone thought he was my doctor for a while."
"That hospital needed better security."
"They did better the second time around?" Allen helpfully supplied. Wisely looked to him, an unamused expression on his face.
"Because that makes it all the more better." He sardonically stated. "Anything else?"
"I've got nothin'."
"Good. Now shoo while I continue looking through these boring files."
"Why are you working on this?" Allen asked as he opened the fridge in search of what he would consider a light snack.
"Because, I need to know a few things on our resident creep." Allen quirked a brow, looking to the other white-haired male. "And...I found something quite interesting."
"What is it? Blackmail?"
"Nay. Well, that would be nice to have found though." Wisely elaborated, "Actually, I found some lost security footage."
"How, and from where?"
"Well, the 'how' is because I'm amaz—"
Allen shot Wisely a glare, which cut off the other male.
"What? It's true." When was still given the same deadpanned expression, Wisely sighed. "Fine, fine. The 'where' part is at the penitentiary where our crazy — in a bad way — man was staying up until that point. Here, have a look."
Allen took that opportunity to stand over Wisely, and look at the screen. "Who's that?"
"The man we don't see the face of just yet is the reason as to why Apocryphos is loose on the streets."
Allen's eyes narrowed. "Find out who he is," he ordered.
"Hey, isn't that the guy we saw before, Dev?" Both Wisely and Allen jumped in surprise when they heard Jasdero's voice so near to them.
"Kinda does, Jas." Devit mused. "Weird, really."
"This is breaking and entering." Allen hissed, when he managed to still his frantic heart.
"I suppose I never really learn then, now do I?" Tyki's voice sounded. "So this is what you're up to...that's that Hitler clone, isn't it?"
Allen looked to the intruders in confusion. "Hitler...clone?" He was told of someone like that before, right? Kanda ranted about him pleanty of times...he was pretty sure...
This guy was... Kanda's boss, or something... right?
He never met the guy, but if he was there the day Apocryphos was released without the knowledge or consent of his jailers...then...
"Seems we have a prime suspect, huh?" Wisely used, answering Allen's trailing thought. "But if he is working with...or has Apocryphos working under him somehow...then that man is a danger to everyone."
"Especially those around him..." Allen muttered, and then his eyes widened a fraction. "You don't think he'd do anything to the people at his work, do you?" Like Yu... and Link... The other people he'd met at his ex-lover's work were so nice... Were they in danger?
Well. Except for Chaoji...but he was already dead.
"I'm going to do a little more research on the guy. Tyki, Twins, do we have a name for him?"
"Rouvelier." Tyki muttered.
Understanding dawned on the mind reader with that. "Malcom C. Rouvelier."
"The very same."
Allen...was lost. "Should...that name mean something?"
"One of the most influential families in the state...maybe even in the country for all I know." Tyki explained, "Bad eggs all of them."
"Oh," Allen said quietly.
"But I hear that Malcom here," Wisely spoke up, glaring at the back of the bastard's head on screen, "Is a rotten egg. Rotten all the way to the core."
The man on screen turned to face the camera, obviously having been called. This must've been the point where the camera had resumed. Allen noted. Wisely was scary good at finding out about things. Whether it was a good thing or a bad...he supposed it was depending on who you were.
"Damn straight." Wisely grinned. "I will gladly take that compliment."
Allen groaned. "Don't read my mind."
"Can't help it." Shrugged the older of the white-haired duo. "Now...I'll put him off for now. But at the moment, we need to know a little more of our friendly neighborhood convict here."
"That's...a very long list." Allen said. "Charged but never convicted on many accounts...and was acquitted on an attempted murder?!"
"And first degree." Tyki read. "Just what the hell is this guy?"
"A priest, apparently," Wisely said as he scanned a few more lines of information.
"That doesn't give him an excuse to do what he's doing!" Allen's outburst almost startled the quartet of ex-NOAH around him.
"What do you even plan to do about it, idiot?" Devit asked.
"Yeah! What?" Agreed the blonde-haired twin. "Not like there's anything we can do anyway, hee!"
Allen crossed his arms, "We can't let someone like that on the streets. Countless people have already been killed or ruined because of him."
"Perhaps." Wisely noted. "Most were ex-AKUMA, or those who supported Adam in the shadows."
"Either way..." Tyki sighed, "No matter how you look at it, I think we'd be in over our heads if we went after whatever we could with Apocryphos."
"Besides," Wisely continued, nodding at Tyki's words, "the FBI is handling it."
"We need to get at Rouvelier." Allen sullenly decided. The others looked to him in confusion.
"Why?" Devit asked.
"He already released Apocryphos once." The younger British male stated. "He could, and probably would do it again."
"True," Tyki agreed, before adding in a quiet voice, "He really does look like Hitler."
. . - * - . .
He could still imagine the younger in this room. How his form would hunch over his keyboard to write a correction in his music sheet. How he would be lost in his own little world as he played the most beautiful notes Kanda had ever heard...he had a gift. And Kanda felt bad for giving up on trying to learn violin all those years ago. It'd of been nice to play something with the younger.
Maybe he'd pick it back up someday. Sighing to himself, Kanda closed the door to Allen's old music room. Nothing of Allen's had been removed, not that he had the heart to.
Kanda hoped that Allen would return, and he knew the Brit would want everything as he'd left it.
"I guess the fact he left was mostly my fault to begin with." He begrudgingly admitted. "Che. Causing me trouble even when he's not around, huh? That's exactly like him."
Still, he'd rather have the boy here and causing trouble. Right now, he didn't know what his ex was up to or even if that brat was safe...
How does he even manage to stay out of his grasp? He'd admit to driving by the boy's campus in hopes of catching a glimpse of the snowy-white hair he knew would be leaving by that time...but even with that knowledge, he hadn't once seen Allen walking down the steps of the university.
He did have half a mind to go check Cross's old house...but ultimately thought against it. Someone else probably owned that house by that point. Neah hadn't seen him, and that only left Wisely, the Twins and Mikk...he was pretty sure they knew where Allen was, and if he was doing alright.
He'd have to call one of them. Maybe then he'd find out if Allen was safe.
Because he knew by now that every time he'd attempt to call the moyashi, his phone would automatically go to voicemail. Was he blocked or something? On second thought, he didn't want to think too much on it. Groaning to himself, Kanda marched to his living room, and plopped down on the couch. "If all else fails...maybe using Twin Mole could help me figure out where Allen Walker ended up."
He'd gone too long without seeing the kid. He didn't know if Allen was eating alright or if he had a roof over his head or i—
Kanda scowled and reached for the remote. He figured that he might as well do something to distract himself.
This was irritating. If…When they got back together, Kanda would punish the brat for making him worry like this. He'd cuff Allen to the bed, feed him aphrodisiacs, slip the ring on his cock, shove a vibrator up his ass and then leave that idiot alone for a while to suffer in bliss.
...but all that would come after he holds him in his arms, kisses his pouty lips until they bruised, and make him turn to jelly as he re-explored the skin Kanda knew was a blank canvas once more. A little groping here and there wouldn't hurt either...
He also promised he'd consider letting the younger top...Kanda was a man of his word, but 'considering' and 'allowing' were two very different words. Perhaps he could teach Allen a few new tricks if he was still eager to top one of these days.
"And this just in. Police had found the body of a missing college student, who had been missing for weeks. Officials say the freshman was—"
Kanda sighed, and shut off the TV. There was more than enough heartache for him at the moment. He knew of that case...Robin was leading that one. "Apocryphos, my fucking father...che. I thought Moyashi was supposed to be the unlucky one."
Thinking of it...Apocryphos often killed his pawns when they were no longer of use. Weren't there instances where Apocryphos had victims only a block from where the original crime took place? It wasn't just at…say that cannibal case...there were some that involved Crowned Clown, weren't there?
But...that's crazy. If his father was...cobalt eyes snapped open, as he sat up with sudden movement. It...was perhaps the craziest thing but it made so much sense. And that poem written in blood all those months ago...
Poem. He had a copy of that bloody message. He stood, and hurried to his room. Finding his phone, he unlocked it, and quickly found what he was looking for.
So pure, and yet not, has he not deceived you?
The freshest of breaths, but deathly to breathe
The angel is whom our holy father desires
But with you in his way, you're the spawn of hellfire.
A fallout is inevitable, you'll lose your beloved sinner.
All you know will fall apart.
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"Wait. What?" Link asked, shifting his phone from his left to his right shoulder. Wedging the device between his shoulder and cheek as he looked through the files of past cases.
"You heard me, twin mole." Kanda's voice sounded.
"Are you certain?"
"Of course I fucking am. Get some people looking into it."
"Okay, just wait a minute," Link said, still sifting through files. "What makes you think that?"
"Because I'm pretty damn sure you've at least thought it strange how most our culprits for their crimes are dead by Apocryphos's hand. But of all of them, Crowned Clown..." The Japanese male seemed a little reluctant to say what he was going to say next, "My father of all people...is still useful to that guy."
"Your father?" Link queried. "It is still rather a harsh reality to grasp, isn't it?"
"Don't let anyone there hear you say that."
"Right...apologies."
"Just look into it for me," Kanda snapped.
"Will do." Link said, before hanging up. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "This is a rather demanding job to say the least."
Kanda could be a real slave-driver at times.
...scratch that. He could be one a lot of the time. Link quickly amended. Cracking his knuckles, he decided it was time to get down to business.
Now... where to start?
The beginning was just as good a place as any. He decided.
(* - *)
Who's the idiot that thought it was a good a place as any? Link mentally scolded himself, as he read through a total of perhaps tens of cases revolving around Apocryphos.
This bastard was involved with so many cases...
Link rubbed the backs of his eyes and sighed. This was tiring.
He needed a break. It was already so late at that point. Checking the corner of his screen, he glowered. No bed sweet bed for him any time soon...he'd been working the whole second half of the day away, and had found himself already in the later hours of the night. Granted...he knew he'd be doing overtime just with his own cases.
And this distraction would mean that he'd be doing even more overtime because he'd put his other work to the backburner...
"Link? What are you still doing here?" Startled, the German born male looked behind him. "Er...it's late."
"I have some extra work to deal with is all..." He, for the life of him, didn't know who this person was...obviously he worked with him...but he had no idea who he was.
Damn. That was unprofessional of him. Knowing the names of colleagues was a must...
"Don't you always do?" The stranger muttered. "You hadn't been getting enough rest. I can tell just by looking at you. Clock out, go home and rest up. You can tackle this when you return, right?"
He could. But he wouldn't. "It's none of your concern. Please leave. I'll be done before long anyway."
"If you're sure you're sure, sir." The other sighed, before leaving. Watching the intruder leave, Link kept a critical eye on the leaving figure. He knew everyone in his team and unit. That person was someone he didn't know.
"Fey must be trying to find out things she doesn't need to know." Meaning she was looking for something to report to Rouvelier. Unless...she already knew something, and just wanted to get everyone involved. "A dangerous game we're all playing it seems."
Sometimes this job was unnecessarily complicated.
. . - * - . .
Days passed before Kanda got the call. He was on his way to yet another scene, when his phone rang with the annoying tone to tell him it was for work. He grumbled incoherently under his breath, before removing his phone from his back pocket, and answering it. "What?"
"You won't believe everything I unearthed about two of our favorite people." Link's voice sounded.
"You found stuff on both of them?" Kanda was impressed. He'd be lying if he said otherwise. "Did you get even a wink of fucking sleep?'
"I didn't wish to risk prying eyes to see anything. I have the files on me. Everything I uncovered can no longer be recovered. Thank Wisely for that one by the way."
"What did you find?"
"I'll meet you at your apartment. By the way...Wisely said he managed to get a date for the trial. If you're interested."
Kanda found himself smirking. Maybe the mind-reader wasn't so useless after all. "Good."
"I'll text you the details of that then." Link told the other. "You owe me for the information, Yu Kanda."
"Che. Whatever."
"I've pulled too many all-nighters to not get anything in return."
"Yeah, yeah," Kanda grumbled.
"I mean it!"
"Consider getting rest reward enough for right now." Kanda growled. In all honesty, it really would be more rewarding for twin mole to get a lot of shut-eye after all the all-nighters.
When the sleep was over, Kanda would probably have more for Link to do anyway, so he needed the man well-rested.
"Fine then. How many cases have you been sent to investigate since this all started?"
"Too many." Kanda replied. He had rolled his eyes, only to see something from his peripheral. The end result was to slam down on his breaks, just as the figure came into view, dashing right by him. From behind, another car rear-ended him, jerking him forward, and nearly causing him to hit his steering wheel. He could hear other cars having their tires and breaks squealing in protest. "FUCK!"
"Kanda?"
"Some idiot ran out from between some parked cars..." Kanda hissed, "I have to go." He hung up, before killing his engine, and rushed out to check on the car that rear-ended him. He knocked on the window, seeing the shocked face of the woman inside. She turned to face him, and rolled down her window.
"I-I'm so sorry, sir..." She stuttered.
"It's fine. Can you get out of the car? I'm going to call the authorities to report what happened here."
"A-authorities?"
"I'm not going to sue you for what happened, if that's what you're freaking out about."
The woman seemed to visibly relax. "Thank you...you're a kind young man."
Kanda said nothing, as he called the local police.
(* - *)
"At least no one was hurt." Moa sighed, making her reports on the scene of the incident.
Kanda clucked his tongue. "Just get this over with already." He muttered. "I'm pissed off at that bastard who deliberately ran in front of my car as I was driving."
"And they came from between two parked cars? You sure it wasn't a kid?"
"I'm sure."
"Someone's in a cranky mood," Moa observed from behind her rounded glasses.
"You would be too if your fucking car got rear-ended."
"Touché." Moa muttered. "Well, at least the FBI doesn't need to get involved with this...oh wait...you're in the FBI."
"Shut the fuck up." Kanda groaned. "You were just dying to use that one, weren't you?"
"Yes," Moa admitted with a smile, "Yes I was."
"Annoying little..."
"Kanda." Of all people to annoy him...he turned to face who called him out. He was met with Marie, who was the one to call out his name, and then Tiedoll.
"Why are you two here?"
"Because I get a call saying my youngest son had been—"
"I ain't your son." Came the automatic response.
"—in a car crash! How could I not hurry and check up on you?!"
"I'll leave you be." Moa said, as she hurriedly — quietly— got away from there.
"I'm surprised you didn't drag Daisya with you."
"Come now, Yu." Tiedoll sighed, "He had a big game today. Did you forget?"
"I was never informed."
"Huh? But I swear I sent a text..." Of course. Technology win, Tiedoll defeat. "Did I do something wrong...?"
"Probably." Kanda eyed the door Moa had disappeared through. Dammit. Now he had to deal with this alone. "If the idiot has a game, why'd you come down here?"
"Because I was worried, Yu!"
Well, he should've seen that one coming. "Listen, I'm fine. I wasn't hurt. The only damage was to my car...and the woman's behind me."
Still though, who was the asshole that called Tiedoll?
Considering how quickly a certain police woman left the room...Moa Hess was officially on his 'list'.
Annoying woman. Now he had to deal with this.
Tiedoll was rubbing his eyes and crying about how worried he'd been for his youngest son.
"You know, he was quite fearful he'd lost you." Marie spoke up, looking to Kanda's general direction. "Daisya even considered skipping this game."
"Daisya Barry. That Daisya Barry?" That...was actually surprising.
Marie smiled, reaching out with his hand and resting it on Kanda's shoulder. "What other Daisya Barry is there?"
"For that idiot to consider skipping... Che. Stupid."
"I wonder who the true idiot is." Marie said.
"Drop it, Marie." Kanda growled. "And before you even think of bringing that subject up again, know that I'm trying to get a hold of him. Which is incredibly difficult when your sources of information withhold it."
"You still haven't been able to find where he is?" Tiedoll asked, his full attention back to Kanda. "Yu, you must hurry and make amends. I would love to spoil my future grandchildren!"
How everyone in his circle even knew of every little thing in his life...Kanda realized, he would never know...much less Tiedoll of all people...
Maybe that stupid Rabbit was leaking info...
If it was him, Kanda would have to go Rabbit hunting.
Lenalee wouldn't mind two halves of one troublesome rodent, right? He'd still be all there...just in two pieces.
Actually... she'd probably steal Mugen if he did that...
Urg. If Lavi wasn't dating her, Kanda would be able to do whatever the heck he wanted to that idiot without having to be wary of the consequences.
"Yu? YU!" Snapping back to attention, he was met with weary eyes of the eldest in the room. "Honestly now, that was quite a terrifying face you had there."
"I was thinking," Kanda snapped. "Now, as you can see, I'm perfectly fucking fine. Why don't you go to Daisya's game or something?"
"I would hate to be on the receiving end of whatever thoughts you had."
"Whatever."
"If you're sure you're alright with us going..."
"I'm fucking sure. Che. I had a damn case to work on too, god damn it..." This wasn't his day. And he'd make sure Lavi wouldn't have a day either should he get his way.
Fucking Rabbit... Fucking Tiedoll... Fucking asshole that ran in front of his car...
"HESS!" He called out earning a distinct, and very startled scream. The guilty officer peeked her head from over one of the cars she had been hiding behind.
"Y-yessir?"
"I want that asshole in the god damn slammer. And next time you fucking eavesdrop, don't make so fucking obvious." With those words, Kanda stormed off. "You got the damn shit you need, right?" He asked an unsuspecting cop. Scared for his life, he nodded his head frantically, quickly stepping away as Kanda got into the driver's seat of his car.
The MX-5 sped off, and no one dared to stop the enraged FBI agent, for fear their lives might be cut short if they tried.
Still, this was how people usually reacted to Yu Kanda, so his adoptive father and brother weren't all that surprised.
"How long do you think it'll take him to calm down?" Asked the blind man.
Tiedoll sighed. "Perhaps a while? He does love that car. It was the first thing he bought without me meddling, after all."
. . - * - . .
Eliade was looking at her own copies of the information she had given Allen. Honestly, as of late, there was something bothering her at the back of her mind. For the life of her, however, she couldn't figure why that was.
She dragged her fingers through her hair, which was loose and out of her usual pigtails.
"Someone with such mental health..." She muttered, "Something doesn't add up at all."
"Because someone else is pulling the strings." The woman gasped, hand over her heart, as she was met with an unfamiliar face. Perhaps at first. Upon further inspection, it had dawned on her as to who had entered the shop. "Long time no see."
"Tokusa...right?" Eliade asked. She just barely remembered seeing him around when she told Krory about their child-to-be. "Might I ask what brings you here?"
"What do you personally know about Apocryphos?"
Eliade's forced herself to relax as she smiled and shut the folder. "I don't know who that is," she lied, instantly wary.
"I'm not here for trouble, Mrs. Krory." Sighed the man, "We know a bit about the man. We know of his puppets as well by now. Kiredori is perhaps as good as Wisely when it comes to finding information."
"What are you saying?"
"While looking into some documents, she managed to find that the page we were searching had been hacked before. You're quite the gatherer of information yourself."
Eliade's smile thinned, her lips pressed in a firm line.
"We just want to know what you know," Tokusa continued, red eyes sharp even as he grinned playfully at the ex-AKUMA.
"I perhaps only know as much as you." Stated the ex-AKUMA.
Tokusa glanced briefly at the files Eliade had been browsing. "Then why don't you tell me so I can make sure of that?"
"His real name is Harald Jamison. Registered sex offender, rapist, and serial killer. He was a priest, no family to speak of. Born in Georgia, though a city is never given."
"What more do you know?" Tokusa asked. Reading his expression, Eliade could tell that was news he'd acquired as well.
"From what I gathered, he uses others as his pawns...and I believe Raku Kanda is his latest pawn."
He nodded, before revealing a file of his own. "Kanda had recently sent us this photo from a crime scene belonging to one of the pawns Apocryphos had disposed of. What can you make of it?"
"A poem?"
"A poem."
She had never heard of this being a thing. "Call it woman's intuition...but doesn't this remind you of Allen and Kanda?"
Tokusa checked the photo, even though every line was already engraved into his mind. "You think so?"
"Well...yes. 'The angel is whom our holy father desires, but with you in his way, you're the spawn of hellfire'...unless you can name another hot-tempered man who fits the whole 'spawn of hellfire' bit..."
"I can see that." Tokusa said, after thinking it over. "And Allen Walker is the angel this 'holy father' desires..."
Both parties visibly shuttered. "And 'holy father' - a term used quite loosely - is Apocryphos."
"The fact this guy even knew with what Allen was even up to..."
Eliade's eyes widened. "This is too dangerous."
"So it seems. Looks like we may have to keep closer eye on Allen Walker."
"Closer?"
"We've been looking after him. Those who aren't currently surveying the orphanage. At this moment, I believe Goushi is watching him, while Kiredori is digging up more information on another party involved."
"Another?"
"The third party who got that twisted sonnova bitch out of the cell he's meant to rot in. One Malcom C. Rouvelier."
"As long as one has connections, it's easy to evade the law," Eliade mused. People escaping their cells was becoming increasingly common these days. All Apocryphos and Mikk had needed were those connections.
"Indeed." Tokusa muttered. "Though at least one of them is becoming a better asset to society."
"Agreed." Eliade sighed.
The green-haired man let his serious demeanor slip to smile slyly. "It was a surprise though."
"People change," Eliade said with a slight shrug of her shoulders.
"So they do." Tokusa said. "But then you have people like...Harald Jamison who are cemented in their ways."
"Don't let him get to Allen."
"We'll try."
Even though Eliade had predicted the outcome of Allen's relationship should he continue to keep secrets, and even though he'd stubbornly refused to listen to her, Eliade wanted him safe. He'd protected her, her husband and unborn child, after all.
It was only fair to return that favor.
"I suppose that we truly do only know as much as the other then...though your insight with the poem may help us more than I anticipated."
"Because names and faces were given to the anonymous figures written in..." Eliade took a quick glance at the file, before looking back up with concern. "Blood? Was this written in blood?"
"It was. I think Kanda knows whose blood it was. But for now, I find that particular information unimportant."
"You're right," Eliade agreed. "What's important is making sure Apocryphos doesn't touch Allen."
"I believe a death sentence would do the world better with that guy." Tokusa solemnly said. "It would be one less sociopath to worry about."
"I suppose I'll be going then. It's nearly my watch on Allen Walker." The CROW sighed, "Can't keep Goushi waiting, he has things he has to do as well, after all."
"Very well then. Again, keep him safe. And should anything happen to him." She coldly glared at the man before. A look that would've made a lesser man piss himself.
As it was, Tokusa just grinned and waved. "I'll be seeing you, Miss Akuma."
... ... ... ...
Like I said. Things are getting serious.
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