Chapter 19

Click. Click. Click. Click. The sound of typing echoed in the bare room. This was the mission room, which hardly any of the other members of WeiB ever came into unless there were orders from Manx. And even if by chance one appeared, curious as to the typing coming so late at night, when they discovered it was him, they would just assume he was fulfilling another hacking assignment and that he needed a room where there were no disturbances.

But what they didn't know, was that every night, at different hours of the night to avoid suspicion, he came into this room and hacked into the WeiB data, downloading and sending the information to the Schwarz headquarters. After several years, it had simply become another routine, if Persia and the others haven't discovered by now, they never would. And if by small chance, they did discover his true identity, he carried within an ability none of his "allies" knew of. Of course, having a special ability was a given, Schwarz would never have taken him in otherwise.

He didn't know of the reason why Schwarz needed the data of the assignments given to WeiB; perhaps they found it unsettling to know there were murders being occurred by assassins that they didn't know of. Either way he couldn't have cared less, as long as they kept their promise, he would comply with their wishes.

Except at times like this, he wished that his disgustingly innocent persona could fit the smoking-mold. Yohji already warned him in the past of the dangers of smoking near the flower shop. Some sacrifices needed to be made, and his smoking habit was one of them.

"Damn." He muttered under his breath as he came across another barrier in the WeiB database. He shouldn't have put up so many walls; it just made him have to take the extra mile to memorize all the passwords needed to get through.

Click. Click. There. Now he needed to wait for a few minutes while the newest information from the database filtered into the Schwarz's headquarters. He'd done his job. Now..since it was late and the members are either asleep or out, perhaps he could go to the back of the shop and have one cigarette. Nagi interrupted him before he could finish even a quarter of his first cigarette of the night; he didn't even know why he came back to the flower shop. Most likely it was the need to get under Nagi's skin, and he wouldn't have left as much of an impact had he stayed and let Nagi think up of a reply to his statement.

"Information Sent." The word flickered in red on the monitor, as he reached to shut off the monitor, a voice spoke from behind him.

"What are you doing."

Chapter 20

She felt a throbbing pain on her cheek when Neu slapped her.

"What the hell were you thinking, going into a building co-owned by Takatori?" Neu hissed, grabbing onto the frill of Tot's dress at the collar and shaking her roughly.

"I-I'm sorry.." Tears slid down her face, hid only by her holding Rabbi. She wasn't sure herself why she felt the need to go and save Nagi when he didn't remember. She risked her life to save a stranger, even if he wasn't a stranger to her, because she was the only one with the memories, anything could have happened. But she couldn't have left him there, knowing what would happen to him. Because he was important to her.

Neu's grip on Tot's collar loosened. Embracing Tot, leaning her head against Tot's shoulder, she whispered, "I don't know what I would have done if you had been killed. Please, don't think of doing something like this ever again."

Tot hugged her back; not replying with the promise she knew Neu wanted her to make. Because she knew she wouldn't be able to keep that promise. When it came to Nagi, she knew she would risk her life for him, because he was the one. The one who saved her when no one else could. No one came before him, not even herself. Because she knew she wouldn't be able to keep on living if Nagi had died.

I'm sorry Neu; I can't make that promise.

Chapter 21

Trrr….Trrrr….

He awoke in the pitch darkness, fumbling blindly in the dark for his cell phone. The white bed sheets rustled over his body as he reached towards the table lamp. Curtains, which were drawn shut from any moonlight, only served to emphasize the blindness.

"Shit." Banging his hand on the corner of the wooden furniture, his hand, at last, located the small mobile, flipping the flap, the green LCD screen eerily lighting the room. "Whatever it is, this better be good." He complained, rubbing his eyes of the sleep threatening to overcome him.

"I'm going to tell him." The voice on the other end replied.

"What the fuck are you talking about." The red-head lifted himself to lean his back against the wall, a look of annoyance replacing that of sleep. His telepathic abilities were useless when talking on the phone, and because he recognized others from their memories, hearing a voice meant nothing to him.

"Nagi. Before the finale, I don't want to risk getting myself killed for a pay that hardly makes up for what I'm already risking."

"Jesus, Omi, could you have picked a better time in the day to call? People do sleep."

"What do you expect, I can't call in the daytime."

"Right, right. You're going to tell Nagi, best of luck trying to get him to talk to you. Goodbye." He closed the cell phone, throwing the object and sending it skittering across the table.

Burying his head into a pillow, he felt irritated. Why was he feeling as if life wouldn't be quite the same after Omi told Nagi of what the rest of the Schwarz members, save Farfarello, knew for years. Nagi wouldn't mind, he'd accept the information as easily as he had the missions…wouldn't he?

Chapter 22

Pain…she held her left arm lightly, trying to keep the arm from moving as she ran through the woods. She could hear the breathing of a figure chasing after her. The night was too dark, she couldn't see who it was, and she wasn't about to look back to find out. Her arm had been slashed, by a knife most likely, while she was walking along the roads, trying to clear her head. The person caught her from behind, so she hadn't been able to get a clear look of his or her face before she began running. Because she didn't know the roads too well, Neu was always with her, she wasn't aware of the direction she was headed in until she was already deep in side the forest.

How could she have left the safety of the Schreient house without a weapon. Not even her umbrella was with her, and without Rabbi by her side, she didn't know what to do. But this wasn't the time to cry, the person would catch up to her otherwise. Schreient had many enemies, from years of killing others without remorse, so the figure chasing her must have been one of them, fixed on killing a member of Schreient.

Ducking under a bush, she lowered her breathing. Observing her surroundings hastily, she saw a clearing on her left. Ten meters…no, fifteen meters, perhaps if she was able to make it to the light and to a place where witnesses would be watching, the assailant would be reluctant to attack her. The shadow flickered by, and without hesitation, she ran towards the clearing. Her feet were dying on her, her mind groggy from panic. A person, with his back turned to her, sat on the bench.

Please…help…

TBC…