Ok, so, after comming close to violently beating I've got this chapter up,after which thee will be tehlast one and an epilouge, both uploaded at the same tiem to minimize suspence :)

Chapter Nine: Coming to a Close (Part 1)

Ken's PoV

" Head them off at this point, I'll meet them there once you keep them trapped," I said to the twin assassins he had as my second in commands, "I'll show them why they don't mess with me," I said, marking things on a map as I spoke.

We were going to head them off the way we'd done to a lot of people, however this time we wouldn't simply be killing them, no. Yamato and Takeru were in the service of one of our rivals, and in turn the assassins who're sent to kill us. We would have to make examples of them, and show the governments who truly was going to run the world.

"Ken, why are we doing this? Isn't this a little risky to settle a personal vendetta? How do we know they won't have backup?" Kouichi asked, for the more violent of the two he seems more cautions at the moment, something weird is going on.

"I see no problem with it other than we're keeping them alive," Kouji said, glaring at his brother, with anger in his eyes, "We're not trained in infiltration to just capture useless captives for torture, we're trained to kill, Ken," he finished.

"Well, this once, make an exception," I said, I was not going to let them off the easy way this time.

Takeru's PoV

Taichi and I were walking around the mall, Yamato told me I was to meet up him and Iori so we could devise a plan, since earlier attempts to communicate and negotiate with Ken had been futile, Iori and Ken had met up with Koushiro and Wallace and learned things about Ken's actions through people who didn't know who he was, before placing covert guards around their house because Koushiro refused to leave.

"Taichi, are you sure you want to get into this?" I asked, confirming this before I let him make what would later be the biggest mistake of his life.

"I'm sure," he replied, "I don't much like the idea of Ken as 'Der Fürher' of the world, its very unbecoming," Taichi replied with a tone of disgust in his voice.

After that, silence followed for ten minutes as we arrived at the rendezvous spot, "Taichi, Takeru," Yamato said, "The cat is out of the bag," Yamato said, starting the code.

"And prowling through the desert," Taichi finished, before Iori appeared out of what appeared o be nowhere. He was four feet tall, brown haired, younger then all of us but at the same time more deadly: he was the leader of the gang that Yamato's Band had signed the contract with.

"Gentlemen, after this assignment, I will release you from that clause of the contract," he said, in a calm and composed voice, "We have reasons that Ken is going to attempt an ambush on the streets, so we have guards following you," he said, Taichi looked around, then Iori continued, "Mr. Yagami, you will not be able to distinguish the guards from the bystanders, we're not like the Secret Service or MI5. Guerilla tactics are what allow us to survive on the street," he said, before putting sunglasses on, and fingering something in his pocket.

"So, we're going to wait for him to come to us," Yamato confirmed, "Then, Takeru and Taichi will have to fight against Ken's agents while I carry out the kill," Yamato said, "Daisuke, however, cannot know of this plan, or else he would try to warn Ken or somehow other communicate with him and allow him to think something is wrong," Yamato finished.

"Everybody, leave in different directions," the youngest boy said, "One of Ken's agents spotted us," he said, reaching into his coat for a weapon that most though only existed in sci-fi movies: a sword made of a beam of energy, and approached a short black-haired boy with goggles and a yellow hat on, as we all left.

Iori's PoV

I advanced on the enemy, three yards, two yards, two feet, stop, "Mr Kanbara, you surprise me," he looked right back at me, as I analyzed his emotions: seriousness, purpose, and, although barely there, fear. He was afraid of me, good.

"Mr. Hida, my employer will be most pleased to know that you're dead," he said, before lashing out a beam-sword from a side holster, as I instantaneously parried with mine. Before he could do much else though, several shots were heard and blood appeared at his mouth.

"Takuya, it appears once again you underestimated us," I replied, the hate was the only thing left in his dieing eyes, as he sword fell to the ground and he fell on his knees forwards onto his hands, "I still haven't found anybody with you're strength and skill to replace you, however there are plenty of people who lack your arrogance," I said, before quickly removing his head to end his slow death from a gunshot to the lung, and walked away, the crowd had dispersed at the first sign of the fight, and I knew for a fact security camera tapes would disappear later, so I wasn't worried about anything at the moment, except that now I would need a permanent replacement for tactical coordinator.

Taichi's PoV

Shit, gunshots. What the fucking hell have I gotten into? That was all I could think as I looked for where Takeru had gone off to, as I raced for the nearest exit to get out of the mall so I could use my cell phone to call him.

I moved quickly out the exit, and thankfully I saw Takeru in one piece, he was looking around, and I moved quickly towards him, but slowed down as I saw what was happening: he was fighting with somebody, and they had a knife, and so did he.

«I thought you were smarter than to involve yourself in this,» Takeru said, before lunging at his opponent, a slightly robust boy, about Takeru's height with short brown hair.

«You can't win this no matter how much you think you can,» his opponent said, taking a slash that Takeru parried, and used the momentum to knock into the boy pushing him onto the ground.

«You realize how homicidal Ken is, right? You also realize how he won't share power except with his bitch, right?» Takeru said, kicking the larger boy where one shouldn't kick a boy, enemy or not, «I won't kill you, not here not now, but I will remind you that you should pick your alliances more wisely,» Takeru finished with, before taking the other boys dropped knife and walking away.

"Come on Taichi, we're going," he said, as he took my hand and lead me home, a silent walk in which nothing was discussed.

Yamato's PoV

I could barely think, I was standing outside my house, and had just lit up a cigarette. Taichi had called and confirmed that he and Takeru were safe; I'd been in similar situations before, and so had Takeru, but we were always the hidden gunmen. Being the person having to be covered scared the shit out of me.

I was suddenly way too thankful that after this, we were no longer in contract to work with them. Every time I had to do something I thanked every divine being I knew that I had survived. I finished my cigarette and went for another one, realizing I was out. I couldn't think anymore, I went up to my room, and fell on my bed, asleep. Something I would be very thankful for later.

Koushiro's PoV

Working, working, working; all day long, I'd been working with the investigators trying to decode all of Ken's e-mails, and SSL communications. I was very glad, however, that they were competent and could keep up with me, each different conversation had a different encryption and my primary objective was to use what wed decoded so far to determine how his encryption algorithm worked.

"Mr. Izumi, I think I've gotten something," one of the investigators said, I rolled over to his workstation; my home had quickly become a computer lab, and Wallace wasn't to thrilled: I was coming to bed after he'd been asleep for hours, and waking up after he left only to work until he got home, and made dinner.

"Interesting, it seems if you're right he's been encoding based on day and the next number in the Fibonacci number sequence," I said, looking over his calculations. The number was encoded as the header, and the last digit was marked with an ampersand, followed by the year, month, and day. Then, there was a formula used to determine how many times you went to the next letter before you got the proper sequence, "Check this against all the letters, this should allow us to place the correspondence in proper order as well," I said, deciding I needed a break, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm taking a break because my husband gets off work in half an hour, and I want to have supper done by the time he's home," I said, going into the kitchen now that they would know his exact movements, if that were the proper decryption algorithm.

Wallace's PoV

Today was miserable. I had been reprimanded at my job for using four colors on a poster that I designed, instead of three. How was I supposed to know white counted as a color? And, I found out I had gotten a D on my most recent project at school, on account of "not spending enough time on it" when I had spent 48 hours total on it, designing it perfectly and then compiling the code before testing in a proper environment. I felt like shit, and wasn't expecting what I came home to.

I entered my home, the portable crime lab; a supercomputer and twenty normal workstations were now sitting in my living room and my husband was usually sitting there at the super computer long after the other workstations were abandoned; however, today was an exception. A wonderful smell hit my nostrils, as I came into the apartment, seeing five of the workstations with excited people in them, printing like mad, and my husband standing at the stove cooking a stir-fry.

"Wallace, love, we cracked the encryption," he said, taking the food off the burner and placing it in a bowl, and bringing that along with a bowl of rice and a small plate of sushi to the dinning room table, "Oh, and those are the last officers here and they'll be leaving in half an hour, and tomorrow we get our living room back," he said, before leaning into a kiss. I love him. For the past two weeks, we haven't been sleeping together, or gotten much of a chance to talk except when I brought him food or when he got up for it.

"Thank god, I was beginning to think that computer had absorbed your soul," I said, putting a kiss on his lips now, before we sat down and began to eat.

After dinner, the police had all left, although there were still things coming out of the printers. Koushiro had secured the apartment door, and we unplugged the phone lines, before climbing into bed, and beginning the first night of fun in a long time.

I threw him down, his slightly fragile body making an -omf- noise right before I grabbed him in a passionate kiss, my tongue in his mouth. I was going to punish him in a completely erotic way for not having time for me. I grabbed his body, and pulled his head down to my member, indicating he wouldn't be getting off easy tonight. I felt his mouth enclose my member, and begin licking it as he brought it into his mouth.

I felt his saliva and warm mouth enclose me in a feeling of pleasure, and began to shiver with anticipation.

Daisuke's PoV

I couldn't believe it, even though I was reading it. They were going to take him out, and it was going to be in style. I wish I was able to be there, but with all the damned security, I'll have to wait to see this.

I went into the kitchen at Yamato's house, where I was more or less trapped, but at least Sora was here too, so we could talk about Yamato in a very gossiping way. Although, the adequate amounts of alcohol consumed during this was making this a lot more comfortable and making me make the biggest mistake I could: I let my guard down, despite what Ken had told me.