Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I am but using them for my own entertainment.

The next day Ken and Youji found Aya already in the flower shop working away. They wanted to say something to their friend, but knowing how distant he gets when something bothers him they just went about their work.

Ouka came by the shop several times trying to convince them to tell her where they're keeping Omi. She had convinced herself they had been deliberately hiding him from her. Aya ignored most of her ranting's until the fourth or fifth time she returned and he made her leave. Telling her if he saw her again that day he would pull out all the pretty little hairs on her head one by one.

Ouka being Ouka, ran off whining about how mean he was and how she was going to tell her father. Aya of course didn't care. Her father didn't scare him. Right now only one thing scared him, and no one would know about it. So he just busied himself with work.

Mags came around near closing time to check up on things. Aya didn't even glance at her as she spoke to them about a new mission she had for them.

"You can always say no," she said noticing their reluctance to take on the case.

"Well its not that..." Ken began before Aya cut him off.

"We'll do it. No problem."

Ken and Youji shared a look before nodding to Mags. Both red heads stared deep into each others eyes for a moment before she gave them her file and left.

Their new case was an easy one, just a simple assassination of some hot shots that no one would particularly miss. Ken and Youji could easily take care of it themselves, but Aya insisted on joining them. Things were still obviously going through his mind that the others couldn't quite fathom but they accepted his need for distractions and allowed him to come along as long as he promised to leave his hot headedness behind.

Before they headed off though, Aya stopped in to check on Omi. The young teen seemed to be resting comfortably. Finally there was no pain etched on his face, and his friend was no longer sweating.

Aya reached over and pulled Omi's blanket up further on him, resting it under his chin. He still didn't know what to do. His talk with Mags hadn't helped him, just made him more confused. He was determined to figure it out though. Especially if it would bring Omi back. For that he'd do anything.

"I'll find a way to bring you back... I promise."