Note: I am a Ronin Warrior/ Yoriden Samurai Troopers fan. If you know of them, you've noticed that I used a character. This will NOT be a cross over. I'm just using one of the characters, because he's my fav. And I wrote another one with three other people that hasn't, and won't be, been put on the net yet (rhyme!). I am going to use two characters out of the story. They are original.

Don't worry. I 'm not going to devote huge chapters to introducing them. That would take away from the story, and burn me out. I'm going to give, those of you who don't know what it is, a very short intro to what it is. Even though, I won't bring it in for a long while. I'm getting it out of the way.

Yoriden = Legend of the Mystical armor

Story: Five teens. Each have a mystical armor (yori) that represents an element. Four main bad guys: Warlords/Mashao. Each of them have an armor that represents a season. All of them are personifications of a virtue.

Character I use = Date Seiji - Halo/Korin. Element = light. Virtue = Courtesy/Wisdom. Traits = in the both versions it is hinted that he has some mental abilities.

What I did: Initially 9 armors. Five elements, four seasons. We/I took the Korin armor and split in in two. One half is Halo the other is Sirous (think of the cloud, but spelled wrong). Nest thing: in the past. Power got skimmed off of the other armors to make a new one. Only female. Iceani - I know. I used the character's name as a pen name. Only little facts (like birth place, date, and part of my real name) were used to create her.

Sirous and Iceani are more forces of nature than elements and seasons. Sirous' abilities are based off of the weather, and Iceani is what her name says: Ice and some other weird thing like using the other Yoriden's powers because she's based off of all of them. Two temperaments (something you vow to live your life by): Sirous = respect. Iceani = truth.

****** There I have wasted time. And confused the hell out of people. I just thought I should give some background since I was using a character. But like I said. This is not a crossover. I think that would make my head hurt. There will be no reference to the YST/ RW story line. I'm using one guy because he fits in with what "he" is doing. The preceding use of space was so that some body doesn't go "huh?" You won't even see the portion that I'm talking about for a while. (I have an outline!! Yay me!!! *****

Sorry to waste reading time. If you skipped over, though . . . I don't know what I'll do. You can have time-out for being naughty.

On with the stuff that actually matters.

Forgive me for getting ahead of myself. I own nothing.
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VI. Orestes

Jake McCartey was anything but ignorant. He was very intelligent. He had made it to homicide, he had done some other things that made homicide look like a cake walk. But he wasn't at liberty to talk about that. With anyone.

But he was of the male persuasion, and sometimes being over run with testosterone didn't help much.

He couldn't figure it out.

Here he was. With his partner. In his bed. It also didn't help that she was very attractive. It really didn't help that he had it in for her. Bad.

And it completely and totally sucked.

Mainly because he knew that Sara Pezzini had a very high probability of never thinking of him in that capacity.

Ever.

It didn't help that she was in his bed, either. Or did he already think that?

Damn.

He glanced down at the mass of dark brown hair resting on his chest and sighed. He couldn't figure it out. The past week he had gone right to sleep with her next to him. The first time was by accident. When she called him the night after, he put on his jacket and drove over. After she had shut the door behind him, he dropped his bag and collapsed on her bed. He still was missing the part of his memory that told him how he had gotten from the door to the bed. After that it was an understood thing.

He hadn't had a problem sleeping until now. It wasn't that they were at his place. They had alternated apartments for over a week now.

It must be the case. There had been no more "pictures" found around the city. The forensics report from the house had told them next to nothing, and most of the evidence had been washed away under the highway when it started to rain. He hadn't seen it rain like that in a long time. And that wasn't a even "real" storm, not in the normal way that they formed anyway. It had been made by a very, very angry high school sophomore.

None of the bodies had been identified yet. Just . . . nothing. It pissed him off. He was used to results. Not the other way around.

And because of it he was wide awake.

"At least you're getting some sleep." He whispered to Sara.

It wasn't just that though. There was something else.

Yeah. That was it. Being on the NYPD, he had neglected a few skills to work on others. He used to always know when he was being watched.

Jake slipped out from under Sara, and put on his sneakers and a shirt. He also grabbed his gun. Actually, he thought it was kind of funny. There were no windows in his bedroom. So they weren't really being looked in on, but there was still someone outside.

* * * *

Ian Nottingham was rarely confused. As far as he knew, Sara Pezzini and Jake McCartey weren't romantically involved. But yet, they were sleeping with each other. He must have missed something.

The two detectives had gone back and forth between their respective homes. He didn't like McCartey's place. He wasn't able to keep a constant eye on Sara like he was supposed to.

"Nice night, don't you think?"

Nottingham spun around to the sight of Jake McCartey aiming a gun at his head. How did he-? He never saw him cross the street, nor did he hear him walk across the roof.

Nottingham decided he didn't like Jake McCartey very much at the moment.

"Surprised, Nottingham?"

He lifted an eyebrow.

"Why do you keep following her? I didn't know Irons was a voyeur."

Nottingham kept silent.

"Fine. Don't say anything. Just go wherever it is you go."

Jake began to walk away. He couldn't help but say something. He wasn't perfect you know?

"What are you two doing?"

Jake turned back around, "You can talk."

Nottingham gave him a look of exasperation, "Answer the question."

"Answer mine."

"I am doing what I am told."

"I'm doing what she asked."

"Somehow I doubt that sh-"

"Do you, like, have the whole damn city bugged. I know you have the whole enhanced senses thing going for you, but I know you can't here what she never said out loud."

"You speak the truth. It did not seem to fit her, is all."

"Jealous?"

Perhaps. He thought.

"I figured," Jake started to leave again, "Oh, and, um, unless you or your employer have something useful to contribute, stay at home."

He descended the stairs more noisily than he had entered, and was out of sight. It was true what McCartey said, he would not learn anything, probably for awhile. He would leave.

Nottingham forgot to ask how McCartey had eluded his senses.

* * * *

He had gone back to the park to find the little girl. He had waited for such a long time, but the little girl never came back. It was really too bad. He really wanted to help her. It would have to wait for now. He would go back from time to time to see if she was there. Right now he had to worry about Seiji. For some reason the medicine he had given Seiji wasn't working anymore.

It was confusing.

The white-haired man told him that Seiji is a very strong person. His body must have found a way to fight off the medicine. So the white-haired man had given him something new. It worked very well.

But he was still wary of Seiji. The threat he had made to him was very real. Seiji wouldn't hesitate to kill him, he knew it. It made him wonder just what kind of special person Seiji was. Another thing that bothered him was the rain. The moment Seiji had mentioned it, the rain pounded the earth for days. But Seiji was special, maybe he knew magic. And the girl from the South. Would she really come? How could she know? She was so far away from New York. Did Seiji tell her, in her head?

He didn't like to worry, it made him sad.

Seiji made him sad. It was too bad he couldn't send him on. It wasn't that he didn't mind having him there. Seiji was very pretty to look at. Even if he was a boy. The white-haired man had shown him a picture of Seiji from a few years ago. Since then he had changed. He cut his hair from the longish style, to a spiked thing. Not that it was an overly important fact. But the other style had hidden one of Seiji's eyes. This one didn't. And it was a little scary, it was like Seiji was looking right through him. He just wouldn't look at Seiji.

He had to think. All this worrying was side tracking him. There were people had needed to help. He would keep an eye out for the little girl, and he would go to that building, the shiny one with all the sculptures. That old man reminded him of his grandfather. He had sent him on too. Grandpa was one of the first people he helped. This old man feed the birds every night when the sun went under the ground.

That was soon.

He needed to get ready. He knew the perfect place to put his new picture when he was done.

* * * *

Punch.

"You know Pez, if you keep this up I might have to tell you two to set a date."

"Shut-up, Danny."

Punch. Kick. Punch.

"Sorry, Pez. You know me. I see an opening I have to use it."

"I know. You've been showing up with no cryptic message for me. For a while you were as bad as Nottingham and Irons. Or did I forget to ask."

Sara had gone to the gym to work off some frustration. Ten minutes into her workout Danny showed up. He had been doing that a lot as of late. Only he seemed to just want to talk, and make fun of her, instead of trying to tell her some off the wall thing she needed to know or do. It was almost like he was still alive.

"So, how's the after life?"

"Good. Tuesday is free beer night. Ladies have no cover."

"Funny."

Sarcasm.

"You know. Don't you, Danny?"

"I know, what?"

"About my case. You probably know everything that's been going on. I bet you even know who we're looking for. Want to give me a hint?"

Kick. Punch. Punch.

"You'd be surprised how little I know about anything, Pez."

"So the Wise Asian Master admits ignorance?"

"Partial ignorance. How much do you know about Greek Mythology?"

"Mythology?"

"Look into it. Ask McCartey."

She turned around to face him. "Jake?"

He was gone again. She hated when he did that.

Greek Mythology this time, huh? It was such a narrow topic. It only spanned a couple thousand years. She'd ask Jake after taking a shower.

* * * *

"Hey, Pez. We got an ID on the body in the bathtub, and dental ID on the woman from the over pass."

"When did that happen?"

"It just came in. Right now they're only names and current addresses, but it's a start. The Black male is a one Anton Xanus. 28. He resides, sorry, resided at 1201 Clarion Court. He had just been discharged from the SEALS."

"Nice."

"The woman was Janet Fillamore. 33. She was on vacation here. She came all the way from Billings, Montana."

"Anything else on her."

"Yes and no. No in that now that we know two names, background checks have started. Yes in that they're trying to make this one a double homicide. She was three months pregnant."

"Is there anything that connects the two yet?"

"No. I'm going to see if I can get Xanus' records released from the Navy, but that might not happen."

At least this was a starting point. It was a hell of a lot more than yesterday, and that wasn't saying a whole lot. Sara ran her hands through her hair, and held her head in her hands. This was so frustrating. If they ever solved this thing, she was taking her vacation.

"May be if we go back to the house, we'll learn something new. Sara?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. They've had it under guard right?"

"Yeah. It still is. Want to go?"

"Sure. Maybe something'll happen."

* * * *

The old man was so nice to help him. He didn't want to make the man hurt too much since he was old, so he sent him away quickly. He always got messy when he made his pictures. Seiji was awake when he got back, and he had broken two of his chains. So he put some new ones on. While he fixed Seiji's restraints, Seiji glared at him. He thought he heard Seiji growl at one point.

He tried to explain to Seiji that he had only helped the old man, but Seiji would have none of it. Seiji insisted that what he was doing was wrong. Why didn't anyone understand? The white-haired man understood. He helped him. After Seiji's medicine kicked in he cleaned himself off.

His pictures were pretty, but they could be so messy sometimes. This time he tried to put the picture in a place that the Lady Detective would find it. Maybe he could see her without her partner. He had gone back to her home to watch her, but wherever she went the Partner was with her. Didn't she know what he did to her? With the Partner around, she wouldn't see things like she was supposed to. He had watched anyway. He had to be careful, though. Sometimes there was another person watching her too. The man in black. Did the man in black help people too? Maybe he knew if the Lady Detective was one of the few he was looking for. But he was too scared to ask the man in black. The color black reminded him of his mother.

She loved the color black. He learned about auras from her. His mother's was a pale blue. So pretty to look at. Just like his sister. He loved his sister so much. He had tried to show her, but she ran from him. That was when he first started helping people. He sent his mother before he sent his Grandpa. She made a pretty picture. He had tried to show his sister how much he loved her again, but she fought back. So he sent her on too.

He missed them sometimes.

But he had helped them all. Except his father. he wasn't worthy. Not one of the few, like his mother and sister.

He got rid of him. He was messy.

He didn't deserve a picture.