Part II
The violent movements of the water tossed Ryo around in the river like a rag doll, he
couldn't count the times his body hit a rock or scraped the bottom of the over grown stream. The
coldness engulfed him, totally smothering him. He was bruised and bleeding, his blood being taken
away by the swift moving river. Slowly he began to loose some feeling in his legs and hands.
Gasping for breath, Ryo tried to swim the best he could to the embankment, the raging water
overpowered him, driving him farther and farther away from where he wanted to be. Ryo was
moving like a piece of drift wood, having no control as he kept moving down stream. Minutes felt
like hours as the young ninja struggled to keep his head above the water. Several thoughts flew by
his mind, his major concern was Ikari. He couldn't see her anywhere, it being night didn't help
much, and he didn't know if she could even swim. For all he knew, she had hit her head on a rock,
fallen unconscious and drowned, he refused to except that though, Ikari had to be alive. With all of
his might, he fought against the river and slowly moved towards the embankment, it was grueling
work, if he wanted to live though, he had to do it. Every muscle in his body ached, it was all worth
it when his hand clutched onto dry, rough soil. He held on for dear life, his vision so blurred that he
couldn't see in front of him, the light of a full moon didn't help him any. If he could, he would've
pulled himself up on the embankment, yet his body had taken too much abuse and refused to move
anymore. His head throbbed with pain and he couldn't think clearing. Then Ikari popped back into
his mind and he began to panic. Even though Ryo's body had been zapped of most of its energy, he
still found the strength to scream.
"IKARI!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, hoping that she'd hear him and reply. All he
got back was the roar of the water. "IKARI!" Tears filled Ryo's eyes, he'd give anything just to
hear her voice again. "IKARI! IKARI ANSWER ME!!" Again he got no reply. "Oh god, Ikari,
where are you?" He sobbed to himself. His heart started beating harder as he realized that he was
beginning to loose his grasp on the soil and he was slipping back into the water. "No, no, no, don't
let me go back in," Ryo used all he had to cling on, it wasn't enough. The young ninja was swept
back down the river. He slowly was loosing conscious, no matter how hard to tried to keep awake.
As he was slowly being wrapped up in the darkness, he felt someone grabbing him and pulling him
out of the river. Ryo looked up and found himself staring into the eyes of a handsome young boy
before he passed out.
"Great," the boy mumbled, "now I'm going to have to carry you back. Gods I hope you
don't weigh too much." Carefully, he picked up Ryo and carried him away from the river.
Touma tried to scream, but nothing came out. He sat straight up and clutched his chest, he
was finding it hard to breathe. Never in his life had his nightmares been so frightening . . . so real.
It was terrible, too terrible to even think about. Images from it still lingered in his mind and
wouldn't leave, no matter how hard he tried to push them away. Tears slipped down his pale face,
he silently sobbed, not a sound came from his lips. His body began to tremble and he sobbed
harder, unaware that Seiji was holding him. After he calmed down, Touma leaned against Seiji,
using the blond for support, both physically and emotionally. This was one of the times that Touma
wished that he could speak. There were so many things he wanted to say to his friend that were too
hard to express with his signs or writing them down on a piece of paper. Closing his eyes, he
listened to Seiji's soft words, telling him that it was only a nightmare and that he wouldn't let
anything hurt him. Touma believed that Seiji would never let harm come to him, he trusted Seiji
with all of his heart, more than anyone else in the world.
Stroking Touma's hair, Seiji was relieved when the boy finally calmed down. Even if he
couldn't hear him crying, it still tore his heart apart whenever Touma shed a tear. He was glad that
he was a light sleeper, or he would never notice Touma waking up like this from his nightmares.
He didn't move until his companion had fallen asleep. Lowering Touma's sleeping form back onto
the blanket that was spread over the ground to use a bed. Covering him with the other blanket, Seiji
gently kissed his lips before getting up to dress. The sun was already rising and this was the usual
time Seiji woke up at. He decided that Touma would probably need a few more hours of sleep at
the least, once he got Touma moving, then they'd head for the town just west of them. It would
take only half an hour to get there, so they could check into a hotel and Touma could get some
good sleep in a warm bed. Putting on some clean clothes, the leather body armor he always wore
and his black boots, Seiji started packing up their stuff. He came across Touma's note pad, he
couldn't help reading over what the younger boy had written the night before during their
conversation. They had only talked for a short while before going to sleep, but not matter how
short the conversation, Seiji always found himself rereading what Touma had to say to him.
Putting the note pad back in Touma's pouch, he lifted his head as he heard footsteps nearby.
Grabbing his sword, he hid behind a tree as the footsteps became louder. Once he got a good look
of the person, he knew right away that it was an assassin by the clothing and the beeline they made
towards Touma.
"What do you think you're doing?" hissed Seiji as he came out of hiding. His normally
violet eyes were now an icy blue, one of the many signs that he was ticked off.
"I knew you'd come out sooner or later, Date," the assassin growled and stepped towards
him. Seiji was taken back that they knew his family name, no one knew it. The assassin laughed, "I
did my homework. Your whole family killed by Yami's clan and poor little Seiji was left all alone.
Save yourself some more grief, walk away and let me do my job."
Seiji smirked and with one swift movement he lunged forward and ran the assassin through
with his sword in the stomach. "I am saving myself grief," he whispered to the assassin. The tip of
the sword was coming out of the lower back of the assassin and Seiji gave the blade a cruel twist
before ripping the sword out of the dying body. Blood ran down the wound and from the corners of
the victim's mouth, pain burned deeply, but the assassin couldn't find the power just to cry out in
pain. Seiji heard a sharp breath being taken in and turned his head to see Touma sitting up, looking
wide eyed at the scene.
The assassin managed to turn their head and look Touma straight in the eyes.
"K-K-Kayura . . . wants y-you back . . ." the assassin got out before they dropped dead.
If he hadn't been there to hear it, Touma would've never believed that those words came
from an assassin. This was much worse than any nightmare, for it was now a reality. All color had
drained from Touma's face and his eyes rolled back in his head as he fainted.
Nausti gazed up at the temple in front of her, she felt kind of guilty going inside, but she
really needed to talk to someone. Looking around, she saw no one in there, she automatically began
to think that this was a bad idea. Gathering her cloak around her tightly, she was about to leave
when she felt someone place their hand on her shoulder.
"Are you troubled, my child?" a gentle voice asked her.
Spinning on her heels, Nausti got a look of the young monk in front of her. She blushed a
little, feeling a awkward for being there. "I just needed to talk to someone."
The monk nodded his head understandingly. "I can tell that there was much on your mind.
Come with me, we will go sit down and you may talk."
Nausti followed the monk silently until they came to a bench in front of a beautiful pond
full of carp. Her breath was taken away as she stared at the lovely sight. Never had she ever seen
such a nice, tranquil spot in her life. "This temple, it's gorgeous."
"Yes, for many years the monks of this temple have worked hard to preserve its beauty. It
is a pity that few people stop to enjoy our work. I'm sure that you didn't come here just to admire
the scenery, you have something much more serious on your mind. Please speak, my child."
"I was just kind of wondering if what I've been doing is a good thing." She swallowed hard
before continuing. "You see, the person living with me has been living in sin and hasn't paid for
them yet, am I a bad person for not making this person pay for his sins?"
"Well, did he hurt other people?"
"Oh no, not physically. He has a good heart and he always tells me that he has a good
reason for what he's doing."
"And that is?"
"I don't know."
"Maybe you should turn in this person to the police and let him pay for his sins, there most
be justice for his crimes against humanity."
"That's the problem, I can't turn him in, for he is my younger brother. He is the only
family I have left as I am his. How could I do such a thing to the person I raised almost by
myself?"
"I see," the monk nodded thoughtfully to himself. He pondered for a while before
answering her. "The situation you're in is a very tricky one. In my own opinion I feel that you are
not living in sin as long as you are not doing the kinds of things your sibling is doing."
"Brother, could I have a word with you?" another monk came by and asked.
"Please excuse me."
"Of course," Nausti gave him a weak smile.
The two monks walked into a small room. "What is this all about?"
"Well, Brother, we have found a girl in the river. She is not well and might even die."
"Then take care of her!"
"It's not that simple. There is belief that she comes from the Sanada clan."
"The Sanada clan!?" The monk looked at his fellow brother and understood his dilemma.
That ninja clan was not approved by the monks of this temple and probably never would be for
they killed for hire and refused to change their ways. They were not enemies, it was just that
members of the Sanada clan were not allowed on the temple grounds. Biting his lip, the monk had
no choice on what to do with the situation. "It is our duty to take care of her. However, once she is
better and can move on her own, she has to leave the temple grounds or if another member of her
clan shows up to get her."
"Shall we notify the Sanada clan?"
"No, it is better if we not. If she passes away though, then send the message to the clan, for
they have a right to know if she's dead."
"You're too kind, even to those the temple shuns."
"This temple shuns no one, they just don't get along. I better go now, I was listening to a
young lady."
"Ah, the Good Brother getting a little friendly, huh?"
"No! Of course not, it's not my fault that I always run into the cute ones," the monk gave
his friend a wink and went back outside where Nausti was waiting patiently. "Please accept my
apologies."
"It's all right, it just gave me some time to think. Perhaps it's time that I talked to my
brother and told him what's on my mind, to try to convince him to stop his ways. I'm very worried
about him and what might happen to him. Well, thank you for listening," Nausti stood up. "I really
needed to get some things off my chest."
"It was my pleasure, I'm always happy to help," the monk stood up with her. "Come by
again anytime my child. And tell your brother, the Torrent, that he needs to pay for his sins if he
ever wants a pure soul."
"How did you know?" Nausti gasped.
The monk grinned, "I know a lot more than you think. Don't worry, everything that was
said is just between you and me, Miss, um . . . I don't believe that I got your name."
"Oh, I'm Mouri Nausti and you are?"
"Call me the Good Brother Shu or just Shu."
"Thank you again, Brother Shu, good bye." Nausti bowed deeply to him and he did the
same.
"Good bye, Nausti-san." Shu smiled as he watched the young lady leave the temple. She
was a lovely woman with many things on her shoulders, actually, she was more than lovely, she
was beautiful. Shaking his head, he left to go see if dinner was ready yet.
Stormy blue eyes fluttered open to unfamiliar surroundings and filled with panic right
away. Touma sat up, immediately regretting it, he was very dizzy and almost fainted again.
Gripping the blanket draped over him, he fought to stay awake. He nearly cried, not knowing
where he was, then Seiji's arms wrapped around him, holding him close.
"Calm down, Touma-chan. We're in a hotel, I carried you the rest of the way to the town,"
Seiji explained. Touma sighed, slumping against Seiji and stiffened once the blond asked, "Who's
Kayura?"
Touma pulled away from Seiji and shook his head furiously.
"You have to tell me. How can I protect you if I don't even know who this person is?"
Touma refused to tell him anything, still shaking his head until Seiji grabbed him roughly by the
shoulders. "Touma, tell me. I need to know, please, tell me."
Nodding, Touma made a sign that he needed his note pad and pencil. Seiji gave them to
him and he began scribbling down on it instantly. Tears formed in his eyes as he wrote, making
Seiji wonder how terrible this person was. After handing Seiji the note pad, Touma rested his head
on Seiji's lap. On the paper it said "Kayura destroyed my village, my family escaped, but left me
behind. I was taken prisoner with others. All of them killed by her later, except me. She kept me for
years, beating and tormenting me. She very powerful, always get what she wants, cruel as hell.
Likes making my life a living hell and then became convinced she's in love with me, still was cruel,
still beat me, only worse. Then I escaped, never heard from her again, till now."
Seiji knew that Touma wasn't telling him everything, however he didn't push the subject.
Instead, he stretched out on the bed and was about to take a nap, his plan flew out the window
when he felt soft lips caressed his throat and small hands beginning to undo the buckles at the sides
of his cuirass that he never got around to taking off. Grinning, Seiji let Touma take off both his
leather body armor and shirt, tossing then aside. Then he took charge as he flipped the younger boy
onto his back and started tickling the squirming boy. Silent laughter escaped from Touma and they
proceeded to make the best of a bad day.
Who saved Ryo? Will the girl the monks saved stay alive long enough to tell who she is? Who is
this freaking wizard that was never mention in this part? Why the fuck is Shu of all people a
monk? What will Nausti do to convince Shin to quit his thieving ways? What is Shin's reason for
being a thief? Where the hell was Shin? How come the only couple in this story is Seiji and
Touma? Who the hell does this Kayura think she is, trying to steal Touma away from Seiji? What
is Touma hiding from Seiji? What's up with all these Seiji and Touma questions? Why aren't you
looking for the answers to these questions? Find out in Part III and many other parts of "The Paths
We Take".
The violent movements of the water tossed Ryo around in the river like a rag doll, he
couldn't count the times his body hit a rock or scraped the bottom of the over grown stream. The
coldness engulfed him, totally smothering him. He was bruised and bleeding, his blood being taken
away by the swift moving river. Slowly he began to loose some feeling in his legs and hands.
Gasping for breath, Ryo tried to swim the best he could to the embankment, the raging water
overpowered him, driving him farther and farther away from where he wanted to be. Ryo was
moving like a piece of drift wood, having no control as he kept moving down stream. Minutes felt
like hours as the young ninja struggled to keep his head above the water. Several thoughts flew by
his mind, his major concern was Ikari. He couldn't see her anywhere, it being night didn't help
much, and he didn't know if she could even swim. For all he knew, she had hit her head on a rock,
fallen unconscious and drowned, he refused to except that though, Ikari had to be alive. With all of
his might, he fought against the river and slowly moved towards the embankment, it was grueling
work, if he wanted to live though, he had to do it. Every muscle in his body ached, it was all worth
it when his hand clutched onto dry, rough soil. He held on for dear life, his vision so blurred that he
couldn't see in front of him, the light of a full moon didn't help him any. If he could, he would've
pulled himself up on the embankment, yet his body had taken too much abuse and refused to move
anymore. His head throbbed with pain and he couldn't think clearing. Then Ikari popped back into
his mind and he began to panic. Even though Ryo's body had been zapped of most of its energy, he
still found the strength to scream.
"IKARI!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, hoping that she'd hear him and reply. All he
got back was the roar of the water. "IKARI!" Tears filled Ryo's eyes, he'd give anything just to
hear her voice again. "IKARI! IKARI ANSWER ME!!" Again he got no reply. "Oh god, Ikari,
where are you?" He sobbed to himself. His heart started beating harder as he realized that he was
beginning to loose his grasp on the soil and he was slipping back into the water. "No, no, no, don't
let me go back in," Ryo used all he had to cling on, it wasn't enough. The young ninja was swept
back down the river. He slowly was loosing conscious, no matter how hard to tried to keep awake.
As he was slowly being wrapped up in the darkness, he felt someone grabbing him and pulling him
out of the river. Ryo looked up and found himself staring into the eyes of a handsome young boy
before he passed out.
"Great," the boy mumbled, "now I'm going to have to carry you back. Gods I hope you
don't weigh too much." Carefully, he picked up Ryo and carried him away from the river.
Touma tried to scream, but nothing came out. He sat straight up and clutched his chest, he
was finding it hard to breathe. Never in his life had his nightmares been so frightening . . . so real.
It was terrible, too terrible to even think about. Images from it still lingered in his mind and
wouldn't leave, no matter how hard he tried to push them away. Tears slipped down his pale face,
he silently sobbed, not a sound came from his lips. His body began to tremble and he sobbed
harder, unaware that Seiji was holding him. After he calmed down, Touma leaned against Seiji,
using the blond for support, both physically and emotionally. This was one of the times that Touma
wished that he could speak. There were so many things he wanted to say to his friend that were too
hard to express with his signs or writing them down on a piece of paper. Closing his eyes, he
listened to Seiji's soft words, telling him that it was only a nightmare and that he wouldn't let
anything hurt him. Touma believed that Seiji would never let harm come to him, he trusted Seiji
with all of his heart, more than anyone else in the world.
Stroking Touma's hair, Seiji was relieved when the boy finally calmed down. Even if he
couldn't hear him crying, it still tore his heart apart whenever Touma shed a tear. He was glad that
he was a light sleeper, or he would never notice Touma waking up like this from his nightmares.
He didn't move until his companion had fallen asleep. Lowering Touma's sleeping form back onto
the blanket that was spread over the ground to use a bed. Covering him with the other blanket, Seiji
gently kissed his lips before getting up to dress. The sun was already rising and this was the usual
time Seiji woke up at. He decided that Touma would probably need a few more hours of sleep at
the least, once he got Touma moving, then they'd head for the town just west of them. It would
take only half an hour to get there, so they could check into a hotel and Touma could get some
good sleep in a warm bed. Putting on some clean clothes, the leather body armor he always wore
and his black boots, Seiji started packing up their stuff. He came across Touma's note pad, he
couldn't help reading over what the younger boy had written the night before during their
conversation. They had only talked for a short while before going to sleep, but not matter how
short the conversation, Seiji always found himself rereading what Touma had to say to him.
Putting the note pad back in Touma's pouch, he lifted his head as he heard footsteps nearby.
Grabbing his sword, he hid behind a tree as the footsteps became louder. Once he got a good look
of the person, he knew right away that it was an assassin by the clothing and the beeline they made
towards Touma.
"What do you think you're doing?" hissed Seiji as he came out of hiding. His normally
violet eyes were now an icy blue, one of the many signs that he was ticked off.
"I knew you'd come out sooner or later, Date," the assassin growled and stepped towards
him. Seiji was taken back that they knew his family name, no one knew it. The assassin laughed, "I
did my homework. Your whole family killed by Yami's clan and poor little Seiji was left all alone.
Save yourself some more grief, walk away and let me do my job."
Seiji smirked and with one swift movement he lunged forward and ran the assassin through
with his sword in the stomach. "I am saving myself grief," he whispered to the assassin. The tip of
the sword was coming out of the lower back of the assassin and Seiji gave the blade a cruel twist
before ripping the sword out of the dying body. Blood ran down the wound and from the corners of
the victim's mouth, pain burned deeply, but the assassin couldn't find the power just to cry out in
pain. Seiji heard a sharp breath being taken in and turned his head to see Touma sitting up, looking
wide eyed at the scene.
The assassin managed to turn their head and look Touma straight in the eyes.
"K-K-Kayura . . . wants y-you back . . ." the assassin got out before they dropped dead.
If he hadn't been there to hear it, Touma would've never believed that those words came
from an assassin. This was much worse than any nightmare, for it was now a reality. All color had
drained from Touma's face and his eyes rolled back in his head as he fainted.
Nausti gazed up at the temple in front of her, she felt kind of guilty going inside, but she
really needed to talk to someone. Looking around, she saw no one in there, she automatically began
to think that this was a bad idea. Gathering her cloak around her tightly, she was about to leave
when she felt someone place their hand on her shoulder.
"Are you troubled, my child?" a gentle voice asked her.
Spinning on her heels, Nausti got a look of the young monk in front of her. She blushed a
little, feeling a awkward for being there. "I just needed to talk to someone."
The monk nodded his head understandingly. "I can tell that there was much on your mind.
Come with me, we will go sit down and you may talk."
Nausti followed the monk silently until they came to a bench in front of a beautiful pond
full of carp. Her breath was taken away as she stared at the lovely sight. Never had she ever seen
such a nice, tranquil spot in her life. "This temple, it's gorgeous."
"Yes, for many years the monks of this temple have worked hard to preserve its beauty. It
is a pity that few people stop to enjoy our work. I'm sure that you didn't come here just to admire
the scenery, you have something much more serious on your mind. Please speak, my child."
"I was just kind of wondering if what I've been doing is a good thing." She swallowed hard
before continuing. "You see, the person living with me has been living in sin and hasn't paid for
them yet, am I a bad person for not making this person pay for his sins?"
"Well, did he hurt other people?"
"Oh no, not physically. He has a good heart and he always tells me that he has a good
reason for what he's doing."
"And that is?"
"I don't know."
"Maybe you should turn in this person to the police and let him pay for his sins, there most
be justice for his crimes against humanity."
"That's the problem, I can't turn him in, for he is my younger brother. He is the only
family I have left as I am his. How could I do such a thing to the person I raised almost by
myself?"
"I see," the monk nodded thoughtfully to himself. He pondered for a while before
answering her. "The situation you're in is a very tricky one. In my own opinion I feel that you are
not living in sin as long as you are not doing the kinds of things your sibling is doing."
"Brother, could I have a word with you?" another monk came by and asked.
"Please excuse me."
"Of course," Nausti gave him a weak smile.
The two monks walked into a small room. "What is this all about?"
"Well, Brother, we have found a girl in the river. She is not well and might even die."
"Then take care of her!"
"It's not that simple. There is belief that she comes from the Sanada clan."
"The Sanada clan!?" The monk looked at his fellow brother and understood his dilemma.
That ninja clan was not approved by the monks of this temple and probably never would be for
they killed for hire and refused to change their ways. They were not enemies, it was just that
members of the Sanada clan were not allowed on the temple grounds. Biting his lip, the monk had
no choice on what to do with the situation. "It is our duty to take care of her. However, once she is
better and can move on her own, she has to leave the temple grounds or if another member of her
clan shows up to get her."
"Shall we notify the Sanada clan?"
"No, it is better if we not. If she passes away though, then send the message to the clan, for
they have a right to know if she's dead."
"You're too kind, even to those the temple shuns."
"This temple shuns no one, they just don't get along. I better go now, I was listening to a
young lady."
"Ah, the Good Brother getting a little friendly, huh?"
"No! Of course not, it's not my fault that I always run into the cute ones," the monk gave
his friend a wink and went back outside where Nausti was waiting patiently. "Please accept my
apologies."
"It's all right, it just gave me some time to think. Perhaps it's time that I talked to my
brother and told him what's on my mind, to try to convince him to stop his ways. I'm very worried
about him and what might happen to him. Well, thank you for listening," Nausti stood up. "I really
needed to get some things off my chest."
"It was my pleasure, I'm always happy to help," the monk stood up with her. "Come by
again anytime my child. And tell your brother, the Torrent, that he needs to pay for his sins if he
ever wants a pure soul."
"How did you know?" Nausti gasped.
The monk grinned, "I know a lot more than you think. Don't worry, everything that was
said is just between you and me, Miss, um . . . I don't believe that I got your name."
"Oh, I'm Mouri Nausti and you are?"
"Call me the Good Brother Shu or just Shu."
"Thank you again, Brother Shu, good bye." Nausti bowed deeply to him and he did the
same.
"Good bye, Nausti-san." Shu smiled as he watched the young lady leave the temple. She
was a lovely woman with many things on her shoulders, actually, she was more than lovely, she
was beautiful. Shaking his head, he left to go see if dinner was ready yet.
Stormy blue eyes fluttered open to unfamiliar surroundings and filled with panic right
away. Touma sat up, immediately regretting it, he was very dizzy and almost fainted again.
Gripping the blanket draped over him, he fought to stay awake. He nearly cried, not knowing
where he was, then Seiji's arms wrapped around him, holding him close.
"Calm down, Touma-chan. We're in a hotel, I carried you the rest of the way to the town,"
Seiji explained. Touma sighed, slumping against Seiji and stiffened once the blond asked, "Who's
Kayura?"
Touma pulled away from Seiji and shook his head furiously.
"You have to tell me. How can I protect you if I don't even know who this person is?"
Touma refused to tell him anything, still shaking his head until Seiji grabbed him roughly by the
shoulders. "Touma, tell me. I need to know, please, tell me."
Nodding, Touma made a sign that he needed his note pad and pencil. Seiji gave them to
him and he began scribbling down on it instantly. Tears formed in his eyes as he wrote, making
Seiji wonder how terrible this person was. After handing Seiji the note pad, Touma rested his head
on Seiji's lap. On the paper it said "Kayura destroyed my village, my family escaped, but left me
behind. I was taken prisoner with others. All of them killed by her later, except me. She kept me for
years, beating and tormenting me. She very powerful, always get what she wants, cruel as hell.
Likes making my life a living hell and then became convinced she's in love with me, still was cruel,
still beat me, only worse. Then I escaped, never heard from her again, till now."
Seiji knew that Touma wasn't telling him everything, however he didn't push the subject.
Instead, he stretched out on the bed and was about to take a nap, his plan flew out the window
when he felt soft lips caressed his throat and small hands beginning to undo the buckles at the sides
of his cuirass that he never got around to taking off. Grinning, Seiji let Touma take off both his
leather body armor and shirt, tossing then aside. Then he took charge as he flipped the younger boy
onto his back and started tickling the squirming boy. Silent laughter escaped from Touma and they
proceeded to make the best of a bad day.
Who saved Ryo? Will the girl the monks saved stay alive long enough to tell who she is? Who is
this freaking wizard that was never mention in this part? Why the fuck is Shu of all people a
monk? What will Nausti do to convince Shin to quit his thieving ways? What is Shin's reason for
being a thief? Where the hell was Shin? How come the only couple in this story is Seiji and
Touma? Who the hell does this Kayura think she is, trying to steal Touma away from Seiji? What
is Touma hiding from Seiji? What's up with all these Seiji and Touma questions? Why aren't you
looking for the answers to these questions? Find out in Part III and many other parts of "The Paths
We Take".