LUCKY THIRTEEN

Epilogue

There were perfect days, and, then, there were PERFECT days. This was one of those days, when the sun shone brightly and warmly in the sky. The sky itself seemed to glow a radiant, azure blue, marred only by a faint sprinkling of cottony, fluffy clouds that seemed so soft and almost cuddly. The air held a gentle breeze, laden with the rich, scent of spices and cooking foods.

Nagira smiled.

This was one of those days that needed to be cherished, or wasted out in the park instead of in the office. Or especially wasted in a pochenko parlor. Nagira smirked, wondering how long he could get away with playing the fast-paced game before the office staff started looking for him. With a glance to his watch, Nagira estimated he probably didn't have enough time for even a few rounds of pochenko.

"Damn. And I was really hoping to lose some money today." Nagira was apparently feeling punchy today, his mind afflicted by the pleasant day.

His secretary already seemed in a fowl mood, perhaps from being cooped up in the office all day. Her rosy lips pursed into an annoyed frown as her boss entered the room, Nagira's hands stuffed deeply in his pockets out of habit. The woman glared as she looked up from the keyboard and folded her hands across her chest impatiently. Nagira could have sworn he heard the secretary's high-heeled shoe tapping under the desk, but the man wasn't the sort of brave fool to dare her anger by finding out.

"If you're going to suddenly change your plans, you should at least have the decency to tell someone!" God, how Nagira loved to see that woman squirm as she chastised him. "I've been sitting here, trying to rearrange your schedule all morning."

He grinned from ear to ear, the very image of a Cheshire cat. "Well, then you wouldn't have any work to do, and I'd have to let you go. And that would just be a shame."

The woman's shoe clipped down on the floor sharply as she slammed her foot down. Nagira chuckled to him self at how furious the secretary had gotten, shrugging it off. He wondered what in the hell the woman spoke of but just wrote it off as his shirked of responsibilities to go wander Tokyo for a little bit, getting some fresh air. Nagira ignored it, folding his arms over his head, strolling towards his office and whistling a tune in his head. The lawyer just loved days like that.

At least, Nagira did until he opened the door to his office. In the center of the small room, stood Robin, waiting for him, surrounded by six men and one woman Nagira didn't know, in addition to a man he recognized from the STN, from when Amon had been a hunter there. Sakaki, his mind drew up the name.

"Robin?" Nagira rubbed his eyes, not entirely sure what was going on. "Robin? What's going on? Who are these people?" The man looked around to the strange faces, all unknown to him. "Who are these people?" Nagira noticed one, glaring thing missing; Amon, his own half-brother. "Where's Amon?" Robin bit her lip, as tears blurred her vision. "Robin, what's happened?" The girl just walked up and hugged the lawyer tenderly. "Robin… tell me."

"Nagira, we need a place to stay."

The lawyer nodded. "Of course."

"And we need some help," the teenager went on.

"Anything," Nagira replied. "Robin, what are you going to do?"

"Get Amon back."

xxxx

Amon and Kathain captured. Robin enraged. Help from Nagira. A desperate plan. And Kristo not at full capacity. Whelp, love and hate to leave you at a cliffhanger, but that's it, folks. You're just going to have to wait until "TATTOO YOUR SOUR" to find out what happens. Ciao!