Chapter 2
A/N: Okay, there's going to be minor crossovers from other animes. Fine? Good. Ok, I have to warn you about language in this chapter and maybe future ones, as well as some content that may raise the rating. Thank you so much for the reviews.
Wolfie: Zombies can't be killed because they're already dead, what I am referring to aren't zombies. They're more like ghosts with solid, physical bodies. But you can destroy a zombie by hacking it to pieces, incinerating it, etc.; I won't go into greater detail.
Liz and mew-magic5: Hmm, I'll consider the idea. I might do a poll on any other couples to add to it. Watch for one.
Tig: I know what it means, it's just in a manga, a shinigami is the title to that sort of being
On with it already!
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"So you need my help?" the lavender haired necromantress purred casually, gazing at them over the top of her spectacles.
"Yes," Kari said through gritted teeth. God, she hated the bitch. Tai shot her a warning look.
"What's in it for me?" Miyako said, tossing back her long hair and fixing her piercing amber eyes upon her visitors. Ken remained stoic, standing behind her with his arms crossed.
"Money, we can pay you well for this," Tai said quietly.
Miyako dismissed it with an impatient wave of her hand. "Money has no interest for me, I can summon what I need easily."
"Fine, for the next few years we'll ignore your little 'experiments' and what they bring," Kari snapped.
Tai gave her a look before saying; "I think my sister is being rather hasty when she says that."
"You have a deal," the woman said, smiling slowly, like a very satisfied cat over a bowl of cream. "That should last you a few more favors from me. Now the matter of the vampire masque." She fixed them both with a probing glance. "Do you have any particular target, or is it just plain massacre?"
"Hell no," Tai shook his head. "We're just after the Ishidas."
"Aim damn high, don't you?" Miyako sighed. "Even though he leaves me alone, Yamato can be my match. Oh well, Ken, I'm going to need your help in this one."
"Yes, mistress."
The demon looked at the two with his strange eyes. Although he was in human form, he never looked quite right, mostly because of his eyes. The pupils were slightly in the shape of slits, like a cat's, and his skin was almost paper white, much like a vampire's. Kari couldn't help but shudder inwardly as she listened to what Miyako had to say.
~*~
Takeru yawned politely, not in weariness but rather in boredom. It appeared many of the themes for the gathering tonight was black, silver, or purple, with occasional blue or green. But then again, there was the odd bold one here and there wearing bright gold or blazing scarlet. The ballroom was of cool white and silvery marble, chandeliers of carved crystal in different colors tossing light upon the smooth walls and floors. Glittering light shimmered upon the rich clothing of those gathered.
He himself was wearing black, like normal, but not the usual plain raven hue. It was silk, smooth and fine woven, along with threads of silver interwoven that lent his costume an odd sheen. Onyx and black diamonds gleamed and sparkled in mysterious designs upon his clothing. The complete, finished look was of an historic nobleman, wearing a mask of black velvet and raven feathers with black pearls edging it. His black wings were let out, lending him the look of a mysterious dark angel. Exotic and extravagant, even for one such as he, but then again, he saw far more. unique designs all around.
Not even Yamato knew who he was, but Takeru knew what his older brother was going as. Smirking, the vampire observed his older brother flirting with a young woman, most likely a succubus by his reckoning, dressed elegantly in midnight blue and sable, enough to make any female swoon.
Then he turned his gaze around, and his azure eyes fell upon a vision of such beauty and loveliness he almost thought he was hallucinating.
A young woman had entered the ballroom, dressed in the costume of an angel, complete with white, feathered wings upon her back. The white material was embroidered in silver and trimmed with twinkling colorless diamonds and white pearls. It was in the design and cut of a gown from Europe around the Renaissance, only simplified and more modern in style. Her red-brown eyes gazed out from the eyeholes of a simple white mask covered in white feathers and edged with tiny white pearls. Her hair was a rich brown that gleamed, falling in a cascade of silk down her back, woven with white silk ribbons and pearls.
He blinked, gazing intently upon such a visionary angel. She seemed slightly lost as she gazed about the softly lit room, eyes filled with wonder. Takeru made his way to her.
He kissed her gloved hand lightly. "An angel has come to grace these halls tonight, my lady."
"You believe I am a true angel?" she asked in a soft, musical alto, a hint of a chuckle weaving through her words.
The vampire looked at her slyly. "Perhaps, but I have never seen one. You appear just like what I believed was an angel, at least in my dreams."
She laughed aloud, a delicate sound. "Visions can be deceiving, as can dreams."
"Ah, but if this is a dream, I only wish it would never end," he said, gazing into her eyes and still holding her hand. "Could you favor one such as I with a dance?"
"It would be my pleasure." Her voice was a soft murmur as her red-brown eyes gazed directly into his ice blue ones.
~*~
Kari felt breathless as her mysterious partner whirled her again, her skirts blossoming. But she reminded herself of what he was, light flashing off of his shining canines as he spoke or smiled at her. Then why did each smile make her heart leap and flutter excitedly inside her chest?
She smiled back, answering his questions carefully with her prepared information. As her boss said many times, the best lie is a careful portion of the truth.
~*~
Taichi watched his sister warily, stalking the shadows. He wasn't quite sure of this idea, the safety of the only family he had at high stake. Grabbing a goblet of wine from a passing tray, he gulped it down, the alcohol leaving a warm trail down to his stomach and a rich taste of the red liquid in his mouth.
"Enjoyin' the party?" a gruff voice asked.
The slayer jumped, glaring at Ferio, who had appeared out of thin air, scarred face hidden by a deep forest green mask. Taichi himself was wearing black, like usual, a very casual costume with a matching mask that showed only the bottom portion of his face.
"Yes, until you came," Taichi grumbled. The other man smirked at him, mock bowing.
"Pleasure to irritate you. You know, it looks like your sister's having a good time, compared some other people that are about."
"Do you have a reason for being right by me?" Taichi demanded angrily. "Or do you just like annoying the hell out of me?"
"Both. I spotted Ishida."
"Junior or senior?"
"Senior."
"Bloody hell, that fast?"
He was given an irritated look by two amber eyes. "It isn't as though as they are so hard to find."
"I'm going in then." Taichi reached for his one of his knives but Ferio stopped him.
"Not yet. Must I remind you where you are? The minute you throw that thing and it hits, dozens of dark beings are going to be on us like mosquitoes on a picnic! We have to use subtlety but then again, that's never been your strong point?"
Taichi snarled and sprang to strangle the other man but a clear, melodic voice said quietly, "Now, gentlemen, the objective is to work together."
They straightened up, looking over at the source of the voice. A young woman with curly blond hair and startling green eyes, dressed in shades of green in gown, mask and accessories, varying from mint green to viridian, stood there, tapping a matching fan in her gloved palm. Her mask was a moderate shade of green, trimmed with gold and shaped like a bird's head.
"Fuu! I didn't realize you would be here," Ferio said in surprise.
She smiled. Both of the two dressed in green were rather sweet on each other, though they would never admit it aloud. yet. "Taichi-san, Ferio-san, pleasure to be working with you tonight."
"Indeed," Taichi smiled back at her. She was very intelligent and kind, a valuable asset to the slayers, especially with her powers over wind and air elements.
"Is Hikari-san here as well?"
"Yes, she is over there, dancing with that-" Taichi gestured irritably at the dancing couple, both who he had noticed earlier. His brotherly instincts yelling at him to break them apart, he restrained them, reminding himself of the value of the mission.
"Oh." There was an odd glint of mirth in the wind master's eye as she opened her fan to hide her face, presumably a smile.
"What about Hikaru-san or Umi-san?" the brown haired man quickly asked, changing the subject.
"Scout patrols," the young woman said in a low voice. "The boss has been careful lately with Umi-san's assignments after that injury last week."
Ferio snatched three cups from a table nearby smoothly, handing one to each of them and keeping the last for himself. "Fuu, do you know who else is here?"
Closing her fan, the blonde tapped her chin with it carefully. The fan was an odd sort of accessory. The skeleton on which the green silk was stretched on consisted of thin, flattened iron spikes, sharpened at the end to razor sharp points. But that wasn't all. The last rods had their edges sharpened as well as their points, making the fan a seemingly harmless accessory but in reality deadly weapon. Funny how a gentle person like Fuu would even carry the thing, much less know how to use it, but she was always full of surprises.
Frowning, she answered, "I think Daisuke is about but not likely. For a fact I know there is Iori, Syaoran, and Honda (A/N: Recognize anyone? ;) ) around here. Tomoyo was bursting in delight to make disguises for this kind of thing."
Taichi said dryly, taking a sip of the drink Ferio handed him, "She would."
Fuu gently admonished him. "You know very well that she is very good at procuring our equipment and disguises. Her heart always means well."
"But her imagination is rather- vivid," Ferio said, voicing Taichi's thoughts.
~*~
Takeru examined the angel he held in his arms. She was so ethereal, yet at the same time earthy and full of laughter.
"What is your name?" he asked her.
She looked at him and then murmured, "Kotori."
"A little bird, eh? I guess it suits you rather well."
She laughed softly. "Yes, I suppose so. May I ask your name then?"
"People call me-" He paused for the briefest of moments, gazing into her eyes for a moment. "Nataku."
"After the Chinese god? How interesting."
"Would you like the see the gardens? They are magnificent at night," Takeru asked her softly.
"I would rather not, you see, I will have to leave soon."
"Like Cinderella fleeing the ball as the clock tolls midnight," the blonde vampire whispered into her ear with a fanged smile. "And the prince searches for her with a shoe as the only clue to her identity."
She laughed. "But I won't be leaving a shoe behind."
"No indeed, only a memory and a wondering mind who cannot decide if this was merely a dream." He grasped her gloved hand in his own and slipped a ring on a slim finger. "Let me be your prince, princess, for perhaps another time we will meet."
He then bent over slightly and captured her mouth in a soft kiss. Dazed, she watched him as he disappeared off.
'A dream.' she thought, until the light caught the ring on her finger, dancing off the facets of the ruby set in the center of the gold band.
~*~
You fool, Takeru thought to himself as he paced restlessly at the parlor aside from the ballroom.
"I cannot believe our security was that lax," Yamato said angrily, drinking from a crystal goblet of red wine. "Enough to have mortal slayers sneak in."
"Probably some mercenary sorcerer helped them in," his brother said coolly, black wings wrapping around his body.
"Whoever it is, their body will be ripped to pieces very slowly," Yamato snarled, hurling the goblet into the fire. Flames roared as they hungrily ate the alcohol of the liquor.
"Calm yourself," Takeru said, voice still cool.
"And they got away," Yamato continued to rant, pacing angrily like a sleek, affronted jungle cat. "Before we saw as much as a bit of fabric of them."
"While you rant about something that is now very insignificant, I will be off in the library before I go to sleep, pleasant brooding, brother," Takeru responded quietly, going out quickly and disappearing into the shadows.
"My, my, my, Lord Yamato." The vampire whirled around to find the succubus he had been flirting with reclined very easily on a leather couch, the laces to her bodice already unfastened.
He smiled, bowing stiffly. "Good evening again, Lady Mimi."
"You seem so very tense, perhaps I should cure that, no?" the lovely creature purred, sliding up behind him and starting to massage his shoulders. Her voice hissed in his ears, "It has been so much time since we last were able to talk, no, Yamato?"
"Indeed it has, Mimi."
Her hands grew dangerously low, at the waistband of his trousers. "Do you have any other plans? If you don't, I could think of something."
"No, I wouldn't," he said, starting to smile. "And do tell, my dear lady."
"Things better demonstrated," she purred into his ear. "Actions are louder than words."
~*~
"That was a failed mission, absolutely nothing was gained," the boss roared, slamming his fist on the desk.
"Calm down sir," Hikari said calmly. "At least it was proved we could infiltrate such events like that sir, and right under some of the most powerful dark beings' noses."
"She has a point," Ferio agreed.
"That was not the purpose of the mission," their boss told them icily. "You are some of my most competent agents, why couldn't you do anything?"
"I think subterfuge would have been a better tactic," Syaoran said gruffly. He was a tall, brown haired and eyed Chinese man, muscular yet agile. "Despite the plan of cutting off the snake's head, it would have been simply suicide to attempt full out assassination to just kill two targets."
"Whatever. All of you get rest and next time use your heads to think of a plan. We meet again in the morning, dismissed."
"Shit, another failed mission," Taichi groaned.
"No thanks to you," Ferio snapped.
"Enough, we're all tired and at wits' end," Fuu soothed. "You heard the boss, we will meet in the morning, and our minds will be fresher then."
"See you then," Hikari yawned.
"Alright," Ferio said as Fuu led him away by an arm.
"Rest both of you, Fuu told me what you were up to, Hikari, and I think you need rest most of all," Syaoran said as he dragged Honda away, steering him clear of obstacles, as the other brunette was half asleep on his feet.
Iori yawned, nodding to the siblings. "I need to talk to Koushiro. Pleasant dreams, you two."
"Come on, let's go home," Taichi said tiredly and with resigned sighs, both of them trudged on the short trip home.
A/N: Okay, there's going to be minor crossovers from other animes. Fine? Good. Ok, I have to warn you about language in this chapter and maybe future ones, as well as some content that may raise the rating. Thank you so much for the reviews.
Wolfie: Zombies can't be killed because they're already dead, what I am referring to aren't zombies. They're more like ghosts with solid, physical bodies. But you can destroy a zombie by hacking it to pieces, incinerating it, etc.; I won't go into greater detail.
Liz and mew-magic5: Hmm, I'll consider the idea. I might do a poll on any other couples to add to it. Watch for one.
Tig: I know what it means, it's just in a manga, a shinigami is the title to that sort of being
On with it already!
--------------@
"So you need my help?" the lavender haired necromantress purred casually, gazing at them over the top of her spectacles.
"Yes," Kari said through gritted teeth. God, she hated the bitch. Tai shot her a warning look.
"What's in it for me?" Miyako said, tossing back her long hair and fixing her piercing amber eyes upon her visitors. Ken remained stoic, standing behind her with his arms crossed.
"Money, we can pay you well for this," Tai said quietly.
Miyako dismissed it with an impatient wave of her hand. "Money has no interest for me, I can summon what I need easily."
"Fine, for the next few years we'll ignore your little 'experiments' and what they bring," Kari snapped.
Tai gave her a look before saying; "I think my sister is being rather hasty when she says that."
"You have a deal," the woman said, smiling slowly, like a very satisfied cat over a bowl of cream. "That should last you a few more favors from me. Now the matter of the vampire masque." She fixed them both with a probing glance. "Do you have any particular target, or is it just plain massacre?"
"Hell no," Tai shook his head. "We're just after the Ishidas."
"Aim damn high, don't you?" Miyako sighed. "Even though he leaves me alone, Yamato can be my match. Oh well, Ken, I'm going to need your help in this one."
"Yes, mistress."
The demon looked at the two with his strange eyes. Although he was in human form, he never looked quite right, mostly because of his eyes. The pupils were slightly in the shape of slits, like a cat's, and his skin was almost paper white, much like a vampire's. Kari couldn't help but shudder inwardly as she listened to what Miyako had to say.
~*~
Takeru yawned politely, not in weariness but rather in boredom. It appeared many of the themes for the gathering tonight was black, silver, or purple, with occasional blue or green. But then again, there was the odd bold one here and there wearing bright gold or blazing scarlet. The ballroom was of cool white and silvery marble, chandeliers of carved crystal in different colors tossing light upon the smooth walls and floors. Glittering light shimmered upon the rich clothing of those gathered.
He himself was wearing black, like normal, but not the usual plain raven hue. It was silk, smooth and fine woven, along with threads of silver interwoven that lent his costume an odd sheen. Onyx and black diamonds gleamed and sparkled in mysterious designs upon his clothing. The complete, finished look was of an historic nobleman, wearing a mask of black velvet and raven feathers with black pearls edging it. His black wings were let out, lending him the look of a mysterious dark angel. Exotic and extravagant, even for one such as he, but then again, he saw far more. unique designs all around.
Not even Yamato knew who he was, but Takeru knew what his older brother was going as. Smirking, the vampire observed his older brother flirting with a young woman, most likely a succubus by his reckoning, dressed elegantly in midnight blue and sable, enough to make any female swoon.
Then he turned his gaze around, and his azure eyes fell upon a vision of such beauty and loveliness he almost thought he was hallucinating.
A young woman had entered the ballroom, dressed in the costume of an angel, complete with white, feathered wings upon her back. The white material was embroidered in silver and trimmed with twinkling colorless diamonds and white pearls. It was in the design and cut of a gown from Europe around the Renaissance, only simplified and more modern in style. Her red-brown eyes gazed out from the eyeholes of a simple white mask covered in white feathers and edged with tiny white pearls. Her hair was a rich brown that gleamed, falling in a cascade of silk down her back, woven with white silk ribbons and pearls.
He blinked, gazing intently upon such a visionary angel. She seemed slightly lost as she gazed about the softly lit room, eyes filled with wonder. Takeru made his way to her.
He kissed her gloved hand lightly. "An angel has come to grace these halls tonight, my lady."
"You believe I am a true angel?" she asked in a soft, musical alto, a hint of a chuckle weaving through her words.
The vampire looked at her slyly. "Perhaps, but I have never seen one. You appear just like what I believed was an angel, at least in my dreams."
She laughed aloud, a delicate sound. "Visions can be deceiving, as can dreams."
"Ah, but if this is a dream, I only wish it would never end," he said, gazing into her eyes and still holding her hand. "Could you favor one such as I with a dance?"
"It would be my pleasure." Her voice was a soft murmur as her red-brown eyes gazed directly into his ice blue ones.
~*~
Kari felt breathless as her mysterious partner whirled her again, her skirts blossoming. But she reminded herself of what he was, light flashing off of his shining canines as he spoke or smiled at her. Then why did each smile make her heart leap and flutter excitedly inside her chest?
She smiled back, answering his questions carefully with her prepared information. As her boss said many times, the best lie is a careful portion of the truth.
~*~
Taichi watched his sister warily, stalking the shadows. He wasn't quite sure of this idea, the safety of the only family he had at high stake. Grabbing a goblet of wine from a passing tray, he gulped it down, the alcohol leaving a warm trail down to his stomach and a rich taste of the red liquid in his mouth.
"Enjoyin' the party?" a gruff voice asked.
The slayer jumped, glaring at Ferio, who had appeared out of thin air, scarred face hidden by a deep forest green mask. Taichi himself was wearing black, like usual, a very casual costume with a matching mask that showed only the bottom portion of his face.
"Yes, until you came," Taichi grumbled. The other man smirked at him, mock bowing.
"Pleasure to irritate you. You know, it looks like your sister's having a good time, compared some other people that are about."
"Do you have a reason for being right by me?" Taichi demanded angrily. "Or do you just like annoying the hell out of me?"
"Both. I spotted Ishida."
"Junior or senior?"
"Senior."
"Bloody hell, that fast?"
He was given an irritated look by two amber eyes. "It isn't as though as they are so hard to find."
"I'm going in then." Taichi reached for his one of his knives but Ferio stopped him.
"Not yet. Must I remind you where you are? The minute you throw that thing and it hits, dozens of dark beings are going to be on us like mosquitoes on a picnic! We have to use subtlety but then again, that's never been your strong point?"
Taichi snarled and sprang to strangle the other man but a clear, melodic voice said quietly, "Now, gentlemen, the objective is to work together."
They straightened up, looking over at the source of the voice. A young woman with curly blond hair and startling green eyes, dressed in shades of green in gown, mask and accessories, varying from mint green to viridian, stood there, tapping a matching fan in her gloved palm. Her mask was a moderate shade of green, trimmed with gold and shaped like a bird's head.
"Fuu! I didn't realize you would be here," Ferio said in surprise.
She smiled. Both of the two dressed in green were rather sweet on each other, though they would never admit it aloud. yet. "Taichi-san, Ferio-san, pleasure to be working with you tonight."
"Indeed," Taichi smiled back at her. She was very intelligent and kind, a valuable asset to the slayers, especially with her powers over wind and air elements.
"Is Hikari-san here as well?"
"Yes, she is over there, dancing with that-" Taichi gestured irritably at the dancing couple, both who he had noticed earlier. His brotherly instincts yelling at him to break them apart, he restrained them, reminding himself of the value of the mission.
"Oh." There was an odd glint of mirth in the wind master's eye as she opened her fan to hide her face, presumably a smile.
"What about Hikaru-san or Umi-san?" the brown haired man quickly asked, changing the subject.
"Scout patrols," the young woman said in a low voice. "The boss has been careful lately with Umi-san's assignments after that injury last week."
Ferio snatched three cups from a table nearby smoothly, handing one to each of them and keeping the last for himself. "Fuu, do you know who else is here?"
Closing her fan, the blonde tapped her chin with it carefully. The fan was an odd sort of accessory. The skeleton on which the green silk was stretched on consisted of thin, flattened iron spikes, sharpened at the end to razor sharp points. But that wasn't all. The last rods had their edges sharpened as well as their points, making the fan a seemingly harmless accessory but in reality deadly weapon. Funny how a gentle person like Fuu would even carry the thing, much less know how to use it, but she was always full of surprises.
Frowning, she answered, "I think Daisuke is about but not likely. For a fact I know there is Iori, Syaoran, and Honda (A/N: Recognize anyone? ;) ) around here. Tomoyo was bursting in delight to make disguises for this kind of thing."
Taichi said dryly, taking a sip of the drink Ferio handed him, "She would."
Fuu gently admonished him. "You know very well that she is very good at procuring our equipment and disguises. Her heart always means well."
"But her imagination is rather- vivid," Ferio said, voicing Taichi's thoughts.
~*~
Takeru examined the angel he held in his arms. She was so ethereal, yet at the same time earthy and full of laughter.
"What is your name?" he asked her.
She looked at him and then murmured, "Kotori."
"A little bird, eh? I guess it suits you rather well."
She laughed softly. "Yes, I suppose so. May I ask your name then?"
"People call me-" He paused for the briefest of moments, gazing into her eyes for a moment. "Nataku."
"After the Chinese god? How interesting."
"Would you like the see the gardens? They are magnificent at night," Takeru asked her softly.
"I would rather not, you see, I will have to leave soon."
"Like Cinderella fleeing the ball as the clock tolls midnight," the blonde vampire whispered into her ear with a fanged smile. "And the prince searches for her with a shoe as the only clue to her identity."
She laughed. "But I won't be leaving a shoe behind."
"No indeed, only a memory and a wondering mind who cannot decide if this was merely a dream." He grasped her gloved hand in his own and slipped a ring on a slim finger. "Let me be your prince, princess, for perhaps another time we will meet."
He then bent over slightly and captured her mouth in a soft kiss. Dazed, she watched him as he disappeared off.
'A dream.' she thought, until the light caught the ring on her finger, dancing off the facets of the ruby set in the center of the gold band.
~*~
You fool, Takeru thought to himself as he paced restlessly at the parlor aside from the ballroom.
"I cannot believe our security was that lax," Yamato said angrily, drinking from a crystal goblet of red wine. "Enough to have mortal slayers sneak in."
"Probably some mercenary sorcerer helped them in," his brother said coolly, black wings wrapping around his body.
"Whoever it is, their body will be ripped to pieces very slowly," Yamato snarled, hurling the goblet into the fire. Flames roared as they hungrily ate the alcohol of the liquor.
"Calm yourself," Takeru said, voice still cool.
"And they got away," Yamato continued to rant, pacing angrily like a sleek, affronted jungle cat. "Before we saw as much as a bit of fabric of them."
"While you rant about something that is now very insignificant, I will be off in the library before I go to sleep, pleasant brooding, brother," Takeru responded quietly, going out quickly and disappearing into the shadows.
"My, my, my, Lord Yamato." The vampire whirled around to find the succubus he had been flirting with reclined very easily on a leather couch, the laces to her bodice already unfastened.
He smiled, bowing stiffly. "Good evening again, Lady Mimi."
"You seem so very tense, perhaps I should cure that, no?" the lovely creature purred, sliding up behind him and starting to massage his shoulders. Her voice hissed in his ears, "It has been so much time since we last were able to talk, no, Yamato?"
"Indeed it has, Mimi."
Her hands grew dangerously low, at the waistband of his trousers. "Do you have any other plans? If you don't, I could think of something."
"No, I wouldn't," he said, starting to smile. "And do tell, my dear lady."
"Things better demonstrated," she purred into his ear. "Actions are louder than words."
~*~
"That was a failed mission, absolutely nothing was gained," the boss roared, slamming his fist on the desk.
"Calm down sir," Hikari said calmly. "At least it was proved we could infiltrate such events like that sir, and right under some of the most powerful dark beings' noses."
"She has a point," Ferio agreed.
"That was not the purpose of the mission," their boss told them icily. "You are some of my most competent agents, why couldn't you do anything?"
"I think subterfuge would have been a better tactic," Syaoran said gruffly. He was a tall, brown haired and eyed Chinese man, muscular yet agile. "Despite the plan of cutting off the snake's head, it would have been simply suicide to attempt full out assassination to just kill two targets."
"Whatever. All of you get rest and next time use your heads to think of a plan. We meet again in the morning, dismissed."
"Shit, another failed mission," Taichi groaned.
"No thanks to you," Ferio snapped.
"Enough, we're all tired and at wits' end," Fuu soothed. "You heard the boss, we will meet in the morning, and our minds will be fresher then."
"See you then," Hikari yawned.
"Alright," Ferio said as Fuu led him away by an arm.
"Rest both of you, Fuu told me what you were up to, Hikari, and I think you need rest most of all," Syaoran said as he dragged Honda away, steering him clear of obstacles, as the other brunette was half asleep on his feet.
Iori yawned, nodding to the siblings. "I need to talk to Koushiro. Pleasant dreams, you two."
"Come on, let's go home," Taichi said tiredly and with resigned sighs, both of them trudged on the short trip home.