*Know all of you that they're Fei's legs, not Id's! And what is it with hot guys having one syllable names? Even one letter names? Strange, ne?*

*Anyway, Back to the story!*

The pheonix ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He had calculated and recalculated his next route. He would NOT make a further fool of himself. Espaecially not in front of Ohtori or a bunch of freaky little xenogearsians. He leaned far back in his chair, closing his eyes and letting the blood rush to his head.

After a short moment, he heard a noise and opened his eyes to find a painful white blur standing in the doorway. He sat up with a grunt and flung his face into his hands, scrubbing the hurt out of his eyes.

"May I help you?" he asked the newcomer, not even bothering to see who it was.

"I came to offer some support, and perhaps a threat." Came a smooth voice from the figure behind him.

'A threat?' the Pheonix thought, 'who does this guy think he is?' "Who do you think you are?" he asked.

"I think little on the subject, however I know quite positively that I am Sigurd Harcourt. I came to propose that you leave immediately. I understand that you are having problems locating yourself, but your prisoner is harrassing my brother. If there is anything that I can do that will assist you in leaving my ship faster, then please allow me to do it."

The phoenix finally turned to meet his visitor. "Actually, I think there is." He beckoned Sigurd to the table on which he was working. "Just recalculate these numbers for me. I feel I may have lost my touch and am making the same mistakes multiple times."

Sigurd obliged, but came up with all the same numbers as the Phoenix himself had. Leaning back, Jonathan laughed slightly. "Good. We can leave at dawn. I'm terribly sorry for the actions of my prisoner. Ohtori is a very... Naughty man."

Sigurd shook his head. "It is not entirely his fault. my brother is less than mature. It's hard sometimes being intelligent in this game."

The pheonix laid a hand on Sigurd's shoulder, "I can see that. You and that doctor guy seem to be the only ones around here who have any sense of logic at all."

Sigurd laughed a little. "Well...we can be wild too at times. You know, ever since he's been undercover for Cain, we've been calling him Shitan 'The McShitter Man' Uzuki." The Pheonix couldn't help but laugh at this. In fact, they both laughed at some length, just to remember what it feels like.

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At dawn, The Pheonix worked his magic with a very hungover Akio in toe. As he stepped through the telportal, he saluted fondly to Sigurd, who returned the gesture, then all went black.

When the two men finally winked back into existance, they were, in fact, where they had meant to be. The pheonix heaved a sigh of relief as he tugged Akio through the massive throng of people.

This was Datsia. The Criminal Capital of the world. Unfortunately for the criminals, they were all locked up. The place was swarming with hunters of all kinds. The pheonix recognized Witch Hunter Robin, Vampire Hunter D, and the notorious bounty hunter, Spike Spiegel. There were even signs around that said Hunter X Hunter. The pheonix was finally beginning to feel at home. There really were an ass load of hunters in Datsia. Hell, he must have known 15 people named Hunter, and there were probably a thousand more being born that day. All these thoughts were unceremoniously shoved from his mind, however, when he reached a counter that looked like a present-day baggage check.

Jonathan flashed some sort of identification at the guard there, "Jonathan Alexander. I'm here to finally bring in Ohtori Akio. He's in Wing 000495, 3rd System. And make it quick. He's been a severe pain in the ass."

Akio sneered at the guard handling his sentence and the man went about his business much faster. It wasn't that Akio was scary or anything. He was just really sexy and that bothered people.

The guard was really beginning to build up some speed when he came to a crashing halt. "I'm Sorry, Mr. Alexander. You're to take him to the boss."

The phoenix gave that poor guard a glare that could make a harpie cry. "Very well." With that, he yanked Akio gruffly by the arm and headed towards a glass office some feet away. "Looks like you're definitely more trouble than you're worth, Ohtori." he grumbled.

Akio smiled a very sexy smile, "Oh, I do try to be."

*Haha, don't think the fun ends here! I would have written more, but this chapter is getting long and boring. Well, hope for better next time!*