Disclaimer: I don't own Demon Ororon, or any of the characters...yet. All I've got is all four books and a fan site... enjoy.

The sun was bright, the flowers were reflecting the light beautifully off of their dainty petals, and the slight sound of water trickling from a fountain provided a lulling background. The weather was nice, warm, but not sickening, and a cool breeze flowed softly around, giving an air of light and life to everything in the garden.

Mitsume was miserable.

The young bounty hunter had never been so bored in his entire life. And that was saying a lot, considering what he'd been through with Othello. But there was nothing, almost literally, nothing here. Mitsume almost wanted to cry. He'd counted the small stones that made up the dojo many times, and he was so sick of looking at the flowers that he wanted to take a torch to them. He was beginning to think that maybe he'd be better off taking his chances with demons.

But no. His plan resurfaced from where it stayed constantly in his subconciousness. He'd worked out a few of the details now, and it had begun to take shape. Mitsume couldn't help but smile as he cautiously acknowledged the fact that if everything worked, and he played his cards right, he would finally have his desperately wanted vengence on Othello, the royal asshole. In the back of his mind, Mitsume's conscience told him that he was staking far too much on this plan, and he knew that if he made the smallest mistake, it could cost him his life.

But every time Mitsume thought about that, he pushed it stubbornly away. This was possibly the only chance that he would get get for revenge before Othello returned to Hell. It was worth every risk. The thought of having his third eye back where it belonged satisfied him to no end. That shit Othello would pay for everything that he had done.

Voices and footsteps jostled the bounty hunter out of his thoughts. Finally, Mitsume watched as Komakai and Kanshisha entered the garden. They'd been in town, incognito, to get provisions, and hopefully something to keep Mitsume occupied until he could carry out his plan. Not that he'd told anyone yet, it wasn't worth jeopardizing his wonderful plot just because he couldn't keep his mouth shut. Mitsume wasn't usually a patient person, but he could be when it was this important.

"Hey, Mitsume!" Komakai was rushing across the grass with a bag in his hand. He whipped out a huge shiny metal box with a pair of slits. "We got this for you, because you said you needed something to amuse yourself with! I don't know what it is, but it looks interesting," the young angel handed up the present, the cord dangling around the his feet.

Mitsume stared for a moment, then took the proffered gift. "Uh.. thanks. I guess. Erm... yeah. A toaster. You guys haven't been on Earth very long, have you?"

Both angels shook their heads.

Mistume sighed, then set the toaster on the bench beside him. "Hey, Kanshisha, can we talk?"

The elder angel looked slighty surprised, but nodded, and walked over to Mitsume as Komakai headed into the dojo.

"Yes?"

"Just wanted to know when the next raid was gonna be."

"I beg your pardon?"

Mitsume gave the angel his best I-really-don't-care-for-your-inferiority look (the best he could to an angel who'd already kicked his tail), and gave a sigh of exaggerated impatience.

"You know, when you and your 'band' go out to the city and watch people and see what the demons are doin' and creep around... you know?"

Kanshisha frowned at him, and gave the bounty hunter his best I'm-doing-all-I-can-to-hold-my-temper-and-not-kick-your-ass-again look."It is called a 'Surveillance Mission', and a band of warrior angels is a 'Keep'. Please use the correct terminology. And we do not 'creep around', we take an organized observation of what the demons have been doing to be sure that they do not create panic among you humans."

Mitsume sat there quietly for a couple of seconds. He counted to ten mentally, then took a deep, concentrated breath and looked the warrior straight in the eyes. He spoke through clenched teeth.

"When is the next 'Surveillance Mission'?"

An emotion flickered though the angel's eyes for a nanosecond. It wasn't quite fear, it seemed to be a mixture of distrust, annoyance, and possible apprehension. But his response was as steady as Mitsume's question.

"Next Tuesday."

Mitsume closed his eyes, and breathed out a breath of relief in spite of himself. That was perfect. He would have enough time to work out all of the smallest details, but it was soon enough to prevent Othello from escaping.

The bounty hunter laid back, picking up his new toaster as he did so. He ignorned Kanshisha's puzzled expression as he smiled and twirled the kitchen appliance in the air. Oh, yes, Othello wouldn't know what had hit him.