-Oxford - Friday: Part 19-

Kuon stared at her for a moment, he felt like a deer caught in the headlights but it only lasted for a few seconds before he was back. His mind recalling that while it seemed to be a pretty random question at least to him that she had found a way in her mind to connect from the club to him. 'Is there some sort of connection between them though?' All he could see was that the man had come to the club and from the way it sounded he was hoping they would be back. 'Not that we should be going back there. Regardless with Lory's great plan of just going with her flow.' His eyes darted towards the woman who had been pacing before shaking his head, "Not really. I mean he was hitting on you but nowhere near as bad as that one guy was."

Kyoko shook her head as she turned away from him, "That's wrong." she began to pace back and forth again within the room. 'No, there was something different about Kurt.' There was indeed something different about him, he had insisted on sitting with her even after she pointed out twice she wasn't into men. He had been interested in why she was there though, and while he never went further than that it had been bothered her. He also had been the one to start bringing in the guys to answer her questions. Then there had been that look "He noticed something..."

"Maybe he realized you were lying." Kyoko turned to look at him for a moment her eyes flashed confusion at him. "About not being interested in men." As Corn her Fairy Prince he knew for a fact that she had been interested in men, well one man to be exact. Her promised Prince Shoutaro Fuwa. The man himself seemed to be bent on messing with her now that he knew that Kyoko had real worth in this world. Not that she didn't have worth prior, it was just how people were sometimes. Money and power were what lured people in and it seemed Shoutaro was the same.

"However, I was not lying. I really have no interested in men." His eyes turned towards hers as he felt something warm wrap around her before settling once more as she shook her head, 'No, no one would be interested in me either' turning away from him she shifted back and forth, she couldn't be mistaken there was something about him. "That means that there is something else but what am I missing?"

Kuon couldn't believe what he was hearing. 'Doesn't she realize how men look at her? Given a few more years and she would rival my mother. More so when she looks like that...' Sure he knew makeup could make anyone improve one's looks but it wasn't as if Kyoko was wearing that much makeup up. No, for the most part, it was just to make her look older. His mother was the same way, naturally, she didn't need much either. 'No she can't be that clueless.'

"So if it's not that... then what?" She turned on her heel and looked at him. "If you weren't there for... l-lo..." she looked away from him her face turning red as she lowered her voice "because you were seeking affection" she shuddered at the word even if it was in another language it was too much when she wasn't forcing herself to stay in character.

'She really doesn't get it does she?' He frowns as he looked at her before sighing as he hung his head. "No one would go there without wanting to find someone, Marian." At least no one normal.

"We did." her arms crossed in a slight pout. 'But he's likely right.'

There was truth in that and he found it annoying that she had to point that out. "You were hoping someone would kidnap you!" He threw his hands up as he leaned forward leaning on his arms as he calmed himself, truthfully he would never have done such a thing as Ren but as himself, he had allowed his frustration to show. "You went to a place in hopes of finding someone. It's not any different. Sure maybe it wasn't to have a good time but the goal was still the same in the end."

Kyoko stared at him for a moment "You are wrong, it's different and he was different." She said turning away from him as she went to her room shutting the door behind her.

Kuon leaned back against the couch as he sighed 'I know.' His eyes narrowed as he rose from the couch, 'The other reasons but none of them are good.' Kuon moved towards the door and leaned against it some, "I'm going out Marian." There wasn't an answer and he sighed some. "I'll be back later."

Kendi Brown stared at the images taken from an airport security camera. His eyes narrowed slightly at the black and white photos of a man with white hair, waving and smiling up at each camera he has passed. There was no mistaking who it was, Tomi Shiro from the Zhatka family. That wasn't enough of a reason to be worried of course. They did a good job at keeping their Mafia lifestyle in check and you would in general never be able to actually prove that it was being led by Vas Zhatka. No in many ways it was run mostly like a business and while they could prove such things. There would be a question of the how and where it came from. This put them at a standstill in many ways. Besides, taking them down would require far too many resources and not say it wasn't as if in their history they hadn't attempted to remove them from the face of the Earth. They just had a way of popping back up, stronger than before.

Running a hand across the back of his neck he placed the images in front of Gayle King. Her eyes darted up from the file she was reading. They were making plans, Kyoko was putting herself out there and they had to assure her safety but only due to the fact that it was their job, not as Ankou members but as the people they were at the moment. "What... why is he here?"

"I don't have that information." He said flipping through a few other things. "But my guess is that man might be here." Truth be told they didn't even have information on exactly who that man was either. They had some idea who it might be but Brown was starting to wonder if Shiro had any idea who he was even hunting. 'Well not that it's our business as long as he doesn't do anything to the Crown.' The only reason he was even on their radar in truth was that of his family connection to the Zhatka family. 'No even that isn't exactly right.' It was more than that, being connected to the family, in general, it meant nothing, even if Vas was his father that wouldn't mean anything. They were good at keeping a line between the business family that the world knew and the criminal family that only the underworld really knew about.

"This could be a problem." King sighed as she threw the images across the desk. "His hair is longer." She held out a strain of her own hair as if debating something before moving and nodding her head. "Yes... it's indeed at least a few inches longer." Brown looked down at the photo as King reached over and grabbed the laptop before punching some things in before turning it around so he could see it. "See, longer."

Brown stared at the image before him before looking back towards the newest one. He really could tell if it was or wasn't longer. It was still about shoulder length from what he could tell and he clearly didn't take care of it. No, if at most it was done to be messy as if he really didn't have a care in the world but if he looked carefully he could tell that it was a style messy hair that was more curled than anything he guessed. 'Not that it looks natural just messy' his eyes looked back towards King. 'Why does it matter if he grows his hair out or cuts it?' He looked back down at the desk rearranging a few things. "None of that has anything to do with this assignment."

"Hm." King's eyes turned away from him, "Don't you think it's strange he's changing his looks?" She muttered under her breath, "That man hasn't done that in the last four years. Not since he started hunting for that man." She said with a wave of her hand.

Brown wasn't sure what the big deal really was. "We only have to worry if he uses his true name"

"He threw that name away, right?"

Brown sighed as he looked at her, truly looking at the woman before him. She had once again grabbed the photos of him from the airport and was staring at them. "King," he said taking the photo from her, "I showed you this just so you knew one of them was in the country." They had certain members of groups set up for a red flag just like Boris Zhatka. When it came to Boris he was well known for leaving bodies behind. The truth was true when it came to Tod Damon Zhatka but it seemed that Tomi Shiro stayed cleaned. 'Not that he would always remain as such but you wouldn't be able to put the two together as being the same human being even.' It was all to protect the Crown, that was the only reason. People had to keep faith in the Crown and the boy from seven years ago when he had finally given up that name had barely shown himself. It was shortly before he had gone to America the second time. To this day Brown had no idea what had caused the change in him, to the point he seemed to fully remove himself from his name.

King sighed as she leaned back in the chair, "I know that Brown. Yet don't you think it's odd that he's here?" She said tapping her a single finger on the armrest of her chair. "What business does he have here anyway?" Brown shrugged his shoulders and she rolled her eyes. "You don't even care do you?"

"No. I don't." He tapped a folder at her hands. "Tyler is still trying to make Heth innocent in this. I think you should make another trip, he's still there and he's waiting for you." He said turning away from her again. "Also that police officer is there, seems he's watching him." His eyes turned towards her for a moment, "He brought his daughter as well."

King leaned forward, "Did he really?" She smirked softly as she took the folder and scanned through it. "Well guess it'll be a late night."

Kyoko stared up at the ceiling as she laid on her bed, she really didn't care what Roman did. Well, as long as he at least made an effort to contact his parents. That would be something she would have to work on in the short time they had together. 'Tomorrow, I can't let him know where I'm going.' She said pulling up the address for Bien Fleur as she looked at the surrounding areas. 'The location is a bit weird isn't it?' She chewed her lower lip, it was near a small hospital, and not too far from there was a high school and a middle school. "They like young girls... young and pretty, the type that people wouldn't notice went missing." She chewed her lower lip as she sat back up closing the map.

Keiji, I need information about a club. - Kyoko
Why? - Keiji
I can't say on the phone. - Kyoko
Fine. Talk to Daiki. Yet you will tell me later. - Keiji
Thank you. - Kyoko

Kyoko closed her eyes some, she wondered if it would be wrong to ask Daiki to share a room with her. She lifted her phone texting him about coming over for stay the night, telling him she wasn't comfortable with the fact that her father had brought in a stranger to watch her and share a room with her for that matter. She couldn't tell if he was happy about it or not but a half hour later he was setting up a spot in the other room. She told him his name was Roman and he only responded to Russian she didn't feel it was her place to point out that it who son he was beside he didn't seem to care all that much anyways. Though she should have gone into her own room she found herself laying on the bed that Daiki had claimed for himself as she stared down at her phone. He had agreed to see what he could find about Bien Fleur but pointed out that the only information he would likely find would be the same sort of stuff she could search for on any search engine.

"Daiki?" He didn't turn to look at her but his fingers stopped a moment on the keyboard before picking up again. That was enough to tell her she had his attention, "What type of person would go to a club but not be seeking affection?" Again the clicking of the keys stopped.

"Someone looking for a fight." There was a darkness in the way he spoke that pleased her dark children. Not that she could see exactly what they were doing but she could almost think they were bathing in the hate that those words carried. After a moment he ran a hand through his hair before looking at her, the hate that had filled his body disappearing. "Besides that, information."

'Information' she looked down at her phone thinking about it. Had he really been doing that? From what she could see that hadn't been the case. He was a cheerful man though, very happy sounding and it wasn't as if he wasn't good looking either. 'So why weren't there any women around him?' She chewed her lower lip in thought. "If it was information, he wasn't asking questions.

Daiki sighed as he turned to look at her, "Sometimes you gather more just by keeping your eyes and ears open. Think about it Kyoko, what were they doing, saying, how did they act?

Kyoko closed her eyes laying her chin on top of her arms. He had asked her why she was there. He had shown he was harmless, there had been nothing that threw her off stating he was dangerous. So she doubted he was one of their men. 'Those men are...' she closed her eyes trying not to think about the way they looked. Even when they seemed harmless they had something off about them. Something that she would never have known about if it wasn't for the amount of time she spent with those sort of people. "He was friendly and he took part in the game... for Roman. Actually, he got the other two men to take part too."

Daiki eyes were still on her by the time she looked back at him, "Then he likely was looking for information too. I doubt the same sort you were but maybe he figured it would help him as well." He tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, "What was his name?"

"Kurt... that's all I know." Even without his sigh, she knew it wouldn't be enough information. Sure she could tell him what he looked like but even that wouldn't exactly help all that much either. He turned away from her, his nose back in the computer as she closed her eyes. Allowing her mind and body to simply relax to the sound of keys clicking.