A/N: Sorry guys – been waiting for the computer for two days.

Gonkuro poured the tea, the belated birthday gift unwrapped. Zero tried to keep it far from his line of sight, knowing full well that he'd search for it again. It wasn't like the snow globe his mother had. Then again, with money to spare and unlimited access to Zero's mind, Kain would pay the makers to share Zero's fondest memories.

With a sigh, he started on Enmei's portfolio, finding next to nothing. The man didn't even have a social media account. It was easy enough to switch tabs as Gonkuro set the tea down. "I think I have a meeting with Aidou."

"Mm." Gonkuro affirmed. "And, I believe, Sa… Mrs. Ozaki wants a word with you."

"After the meeting?"

"More likely when she arrives." Zero nodded. "Anything else I can do for you?"

"Not unless you have the secrets of Kain's universe in your head so I can buy him something."

The butler laughed. "I'd have a better time finding a specific snowflake."

"Boo." He forced a small smile, watching as Gonkuro left before opening a new tab. Sakura's internet history confused him. Site after site led him into a rabbit hole of epic proportions, his head spinning.

"Mr. Aidou." Gonkuro announced. Zero nodded, thanking the butler as Aidou stepped in.

"Be still my heart – if it isn't mini Kiryuu playing Kain." He flopped on the couch dramatically, covering his eyes. "Why, in all that's good, did you decide on a meeting at midnight?"

"Just to annoy you." Zero answered, opening a new tab. Not even three seconds later, Aidou pulled up a chair.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to track down the owner of a company of a company of a contractor of –"

"Mrs. Ozaki?" Aidou questioned. Zero only nodded. "Yeah, unless you know everything about major corporations and exactly who you're hunting down –"

"Is that why Kain's only having me gather this?"

"Probably. I see the logic but, it would be easier just to put a tracker onto her browser and follow up with the correspondence."

"I don't carry a tracker."

"It's hard to pick up." He leaned back in his seat. "Have you heard anything from my dear cousin of late?"

"No."

"Oh."

Zero stopped mid-type. "Why do you sound upset?"

Aidou shrugged, obviously wanting Zero to guess. The silverette pinched the bridge of his nose. "Does it have something to do with wanting to be involved in his plans?"

"Maybe."

Zero exited out of the system. "What do you want to know."

"What he's looking for."

"What makes you think he's looking for something?"

"I helped fill out his meeting schedule…" Aidou shook his head. "He had two weeks off that he refused to do anything with."

"… Is it possible you just miss him?" Aidou was hesitant but nodded. Zero sighed. How did Kain handle all of this? "Do you want to focus on the rehab project?"

"Well…" Aidou turned towards Zero. "We've been doing weaning on some of the recovered. Some are fine, others are not. I'm thinking it has to do with how long they were in subservience."

"Which would make sense since –"

"They'd be poisoned long enough. But, a Pureblood's blood would be more addictive if it's against a Level E."

"Which means that, whoever's controlling the Level E's, has to be a Pureblood."

"Or, at the very least, an aristocrat."

"… Or…" Zero squeezed his eyes shut.

"Or…?" Aidou asked after a few minutes.

"It's… Possible that there's another organization."

"What do you mean?"

"Vampires love human blood, yeah? So, if there's a Pureblood sharing blood with a human who, in turn, shares blood with an Aristocrat…"

"… There'd be a lineage… Which makes it damn near impossible to track. But, it does mean we'd have to be looking at Purebloods."

"Or… Infiltrate."

"… You're looking at me weird. I don't think I like this plan."

"Know anyone who could?"

"…" Aidou remained silent, his brow furrowing. "Possibly… No, they wouldn't go for that… If we used a human… No, that'd be traceable… I'm not doing it… Ruuka, no way…"

"They don't have to be from the group. Hell, they don't even have to be a vampire."

"Vampires are easier to control." Aidou pressed his two index fingers together, eyes constantly shifting. He started muttering to himself.

"What if we used a strong-willed human?"

"No can do. Even the taste of disloyalty would ruin that." He rationalized.

"Or a Level C?"

Aidou glared at him. "Not you."

Zero scratched the back of his head. "To be fair, we still don't know the organization or how…"

"Wait…" Aidou's eyes lit up. "Were… You thinking of using one of the reformed?"

Zero shrugged. "They'd hate the idea but, if they're drinking from Y… Lady Yuuki…"

"… It's possible… But, we'd have to do so much recon." Aidou groaned. "Work."

"I'll do the recon."

"You better." Aidou covered a yawn and lay back on the couch. Zero knew him well enough to know he wasn't asleep. He opened the e-mail, typing the first draft of his findings – or lack thereof – to Kain.

Annoyed with the first sentence, he shut down the computer. The mansion was too quiet without the aristocrat.

"Seriously? You think a monster that shoots glitter is worse than a monster made out of glitter?" Kain questioned.

"Yes. Because, he'd have glitter monster monsters." Aidou retorted. Zero raised an eyebrow, drying his hair.

"While that is terrifying, you could kill the glitter monsters. If you had a Godzilla glitter monster, he'd be impossible. He'd explode all over the city and there's always the possibility of him returning to the same size."

"Why are we talking about glitter monsters?" Zero questioned, sitting next to Kain.

"Ruuka's been complaining that this kid she babysat had glitter. We were making a joke and it turned into this." Aidou explained. "But, if he shot glitter monsters –"

"He could be any other species, it doesn't matter. Easy pick up – vacuum. Sure – you're dealing with tiny glitter bugs but, not as bad as a huge monstrosity."

"You guys are weird." Zero announced, pouring himself a coffee. "Everyone knows the horrifying monster wouldn't be the glitter monster – it's the person who invented it."

Kain snorted as Aidou flipped him off. "Course that person is evil. But, we're talking –"

"Doesn't matter. It's glitter."

A/N: this was actually a drunken argument between two of my friends. I promised I'd add it in.