Doesn't really matter
Prologue.
A young man of about 25 years of age got up and paced around his spacious office impatiently. He was tired of waiting, of playing this game of cat and mouse, and he wanted it to come to an end. He had messy chestnut coloured hair that fell into his fierce amber eyes. He paced around for almost 15 minutes trying to vent out his fustration, but it was no use. He punched the wall savagely, but it only left a dent in the wall, and him with a sore was that was a little bloodly.
"Well, Syoaran, I don't think that the wall is going to give you any answers so you can stop abusing it." said a calm voice at the door to his office. He turned to see his second in command, another yound man about his age with navy blue hair and mysterious dark eyes which now held an ammused expression.
Syoaran glared and asked coldly "Would it really hurt to knock first Eriol?"
Eriol merely walked over to the desk and sat down, a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes. "Well?" he asked as Syoaran continued to glare.
"Well what? I thought you to come back when you found out where he was. I don't see him, and I doubt he's dead in your trunk am I right?"
"You know, you should be more polite. That attitude just doesn't really work for someone like-"
"Eriol, cut to the chase! I know you have something important to tell me so spit in out! If not, get out!" he snapped and turned to stare out his large floor length window. Tokyo at night was a breataking view, especially from his office. If he had been looking at Eriol however, he would have noticed that Eriol's smile grew into more of a smirk.
"Remember when he first disappeared you told me to check up on relatives and we got nothing?"
"Yeah? I did the check myself and he had none. What are you trying to get at?"
Again Eriol smirk grew larger.
"It seems that somebody has slipped through the cracks"
Syoaran wheeled around to face his best friend with a shocked expression.
"You mean he has - "
Eriol nodded " He has a sister"
A cold smile began to appear on Syoaran's face.
"I think that we've just found our missing link."
Eriol's smiled faultered. "What are you planning on doing?"
Syoaran walked over and picked up the gun on his desk. He ran his fingers over it's smooth black surface, stopping at the engraving of a wolf.
He looked up at Eriol and answered without emotion.
"Whatever is neccesary."
Prologue.
A young man of about 25 years of age got up and paced around his spacious office impatiently. He was tired of waiting, of playing this game of cat and mouse, and he wanted it to come to an end. He had messy chestnut coloured hair that fell into his fierce amber eyes. He paced around for almost 15 minutes trying to vent out his fustration, but it was no use. He punched the wall savagely, but it only left a dent in the wall, and him with a sore was that was a little bloodly.
"Well, Syoaran, I don't think that the wall is going to give you any answers so you can stop abusing it." said a calm voice at the door to his office. He turned to see his second in command, another yound man about his age with navy blue hair and mysterious dark eyes which now held an ammused expression.
Syoaran glared and asked coldly "Would it really hurt to knock first Eriol?"
Eriol merely walked over to the desk and sat down, a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes. "Well?" he asked as Syoaran continued to glare.
"Well what? I thought you to come back when you found out where he was. I don't see him, and I doubt he's dead in your trunk am I right?"
"You know, you should be more polite. That attitude just doesn't really work for someone like-"
"Eriol, cut to the chase! I know you have something important to tell me so spit in out! If not, get out!" he snapped and turned to stare out his large floor length window. Tokyo at night was a breataking view, especially from his office. If he had been looking at Eriol however, he would have noticed that Eriol's smile grew into more of a smirk.
"Remember when he first disappeared you told me to check up on relatives and we got nothing?"
"Yeah? I did the check myself and he had none. What are you trying to get at?"
Again Eriol smirk grew larger.
"It seems that somebody has slipped through the cracks"
Syoaran wheeled around to face his best friend with a shocked expression.
"You mean he has - "
Eriol nodded " He has a sister"
A cold smile began to appear on Syoaran's face.
"I think that we've just found our missing link."
Eriol's smiled faultered. "What are you planning on doing?"
Syoaran walked over and picked up the gun on his desk. He ran his fingers over it's smooth black surface, stopping at the engraving of a wolf.
He looked up at Eriol and answered without emotion.
"Whatever is neccesary."