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Authoress Note: I'm soooo sorry that I haven't updated in so very long! ::bows:: pleeease don't hurt meeee! ::frantically:: Um um . . . well it's starting to get to a really really good part! Cain, Sakashima, and Hex are pissed at Shido. Kitani is missing. Shido's becoming more and more ruthless. But who I haven't updated on is Riho and Yayoi ::shudder:: How I hate them so . . . but they are important to this part of the story. So yeah . . . here it is!!

Riho awoke with a start. "Mr. Shido!" She looked frantically about the room. She was in Shido's apartment, in his bed, the covers soaked with a cold sweat. She sighed. Shido wasn't there. She was so worried about him. He hadn't really gone back to being a real vampire did he? The thought of the lavender haired man running gleefully through the city with blood running down his face, leaving a trail of death wherever he went was too much for her to handle. There were voices in the main office, one being Yayoi's the other, someone she didn't know. She stood and peeked through the door.

"Oh Riho, come out, there's someone here that says he can help us get Shido back if we help him find his lost daughter." Yayoi said as she smiled at the man. He was hunched over on the couch, his arms crossed over his stomach as if he were in pain. His hair looked like it might have, at one time, been blonde. But it was hard to tell whether it was because of dirt or if was just his natural hair color.

There was a chill in the air; like ghostly fingers that made Riho hesitate. She stood in the doorway, frozen. Slowly the man lifted his head to look at her. Her eyes were met with circles of pure black. The man's eyes were drowning pools of darkness. She had to look away to keep from falling into his gaze. She knew one thing. He was nowhere near human.

"How is he going to help us?" Her voice seemed earth-shattering in the preternatural silence.

Yayoi was about to replay when the man spoke up. "I have . . . connections to one of the monsters your detective has covened with." His voice was shaking as if he was straining to keep his voice a t an audible level. A small grin spread over his lips. "Help me track down my daughter and I can lead you to your detective."

Riho sat carefully, resting her hands in her lap. Yayoi took some notes in a small notebook. She hadn't had it long. But after the last incident, she didn't want to forget the important details ever again.

"Your daughter? How could finding a lost child help find Shido?" The woman asked, nibbling nervously at the cap of her pen. He chuckled lightly and the and gripped his stomach. His face twisted as if he were in pain, but the grin never faded, never wavered. It made him look terribly dangerous.

"There are some things that must be revealed through time and time alone. For now, let her safe return be payment for my help." His face was shadowed with no trace of the pain the had disheveled it before. Now only a smile was within those shadows. His black, beady eyes glittered with an inner fire that Riho had seen before. But she couldn't seem to place it. What was it about this man that was worrying her? Why wasn't Yayoi worried? Was she merely overreacting?

As if the smile was generous, Yayoi nodded and flashed her supermodel smile at him. He didn't seem to be impressed. Instead he looked to Riho. His eyes locked with her and she shook. She was trembling with both fear and the wave of power that flowed from him. The hair at the back of her neck stood on end and sent shivers down her spine. There was something seriously wrong with that man.

"So where do we begin?" Yayoi asked, standing. "Should I search for records of your daughter? What's her name? What's she look like?" He chuckled softly at first then growing. Soon his head was thrown back and a hollow laughter filled the room. Yayoi seemed offended somehow. She rested her hand on her hip. "This doesn't seem like a good time to laugh."

He struggled to calm himself, shaking with repressed laughter. There were even tears in his eyes. "I apologize," he paused to chuckle again. "But Ms. Yayoi, I have already told you that many detective's before you have searched all over for records of her. Nothing has ever been found. Both in present and in future she is gone. I fear Kitani is nothing but history and the essence of post storm skies."

Yayoi jotted down the name. "Well there's no harm in trying again. We'll take the case, Mr. . . "

"Oh forgive me, I never did give you my name. I am Reficul." He nodded his head and a sort of mini bow.

"Ok Mr. Reficul. We will look for Kitani. We will give it our best shot. And while we do that. Could you please try and find Shido? Find where he stays or someplace we can go to find him?"

He stood and smiled slightly. Even his smile seemed to have undertones darker than a moonless midnight. "Yes, I will fine his new coven house. I thank you. I hope you find her. So that I can do what I meant to do a long time ago." Without another word, he turned and left, closing the door behind him.