The hot air blew lazily under the oppressive humidity as Aya stood on a nearby rooftop, watching the thick thunderclouds rumble in the distance. Aya had a feeling that something was going to happen, but disregarded it. He felt that nothing other then himself would willingly brave the bad weather. Suddenly, a knife grazes his cheek, and Aya looked up. This was a VERY bad time to get caught unaware. The situation didn't bode well as Farfie and shadows closed in upon him.

Ken coughed up a blood and leaned heavily on the side of a building, the stitches on his shoulder having been pushed off, his shoulder bleeding profusely again. He breathed a "Fuck..." and continued to walk onward, the pain getting worse. As he neared the center of his anguish, he faintly saw ay through tear filled eyes. He found he couldn't stand anymore, being this close to the matrix of shadows. He fumbled for his comlink and with much trouble managed to contact Omi.

"Omi. . ."

"Ken? Ken! What's wrong?"

"Aya.... Bring his sword here...." He managed to force his mouth to speak the coordinates before dropping the link and staring helplessly up at an Aya fighting for his life.

Omi ran. The rain came pouring down, unleashed from the sky by a bolt of lightning tearing across it. The rain pelted Omi relentlessly, making his sprint treacherous. As he ran, he saw a small river of dilute pink streak by his feet. That made him run faster, and when he reached the coordinates Ken had given him, he was struck by the rivulets of pink radiating out from Ken. Surprised, he stopped. Ken turned to him and pointed silently up. Omi turned and when a flash of lightning illuminated the sky, he saw two figures battling, one with the obvious advantage.

"Aya!" Omi yelled and hurled Aya's katana up at the figure he guessed was Aya.

Aya caught the katana and quickly unsheathed it, cutting through shadows and flesh. With a hiss, knowing that he had the disadvantage fighting one on one when Aya had backup, Farfie retreated, the unnatural shadows clearing, leaving Aya standing alone on the rooftop. He glanced down at Omi and Ken and descended from the rooftop.

Before he could ask a question, he saw the wound had reopened in Ken's shoulder due to the way his wet shirt clung to him. With mild curses muttered from his lips, Aya helped Ken to his feet, then proceeded to walk with him, taking most of Ken's weight as Omi followed, worrying, and promising himself that he won't let Ken get away without his looking into what's wrong.