-Found, Sealed and Delivered: Part 2-

Give me your Godfather's number - Unknown

Kuon stared at the unknown number. The message hinted at someone who knew exactly who he was. That was a handful of people, Kouki knew but wouldn't be needing his number. Daiki might want it but he was pretty sure that with the way he was being treated, needing Lory's number would not be required. His father wouldn't need it and his mother didn't even have his number. He closed his eyes and it finally started to click.

Why do you need his number, Tomi? - Kuon

To be honest, he really already had an idea of why Tomi wanted Lory's number. Yet the idea that he might be trying to convince Lory to give up his daughter or worse, threaten her to make him give up on her bothered him. It wouldn't be unreasonable, Tomi really didn't understand personal space, never really from what he could recall. Tomi was a man who did what he wanted when he wanted. 'Such as contacting you now wanting Lory's number.'

I don't have time for this Kuon, do what I ask. - Tomi

Or what? - Kuon

Do you care about the girl? - Tomi

Kuon groaned under his breath, of course, he did but how much did he care? Was it enough to keep disobeying the man, he knew first hand how well that would go, basically that it didn't go well at all. He had a way of making you do what you didn't want to do, and right now he had found a way. It was a threat and while he was sure that he wouldn't harm her, that didn't mean that he wouldn't make it even harder for her to return to her father. He could almost see it happening in his mind. Add in the fact that Kyoko actually cared about the man or so it seemed.

His hand tightens around the phone, one voice echoing in his mind. 'Mine. She's Mine.' In many ways he can understand exactly where Tomi is coming from someone with so much light, being wrapped in a world of darkness and still holding onto that pureness, that innocence, it couldn't be natural. He mentally shook his head before sighing in regret.

Yes. - Kuon

Then do what I asked. - Tomi

I can't give you his direct number, but I can give you the one that only his top stars are allowed access too. - Kuon

His number. - Tomi

If you want the direct number, you can just ask her to give you the number. - Kuon

Silience. It had been thirteen minutes and he wondered if he had simply given up and done what he had said. It wasn't as if he never just left him hanging there wondering what was going on. He really should warn his Godfather about the fact but something stopped him, it was almost as if he warned the man he would likely regret it and so he simply held his breath waiting for an answer.

Give me the number. - Tomi

Kuon heart sunk to his stomach. It was as much as saying no, either he didn't want Kyoko talking to Lory or something far worse had happened. Drugs were the most likely answer. Those sort of joints they drug the women up. Fact, he was sure if it hadn't been Tomi that had been there when he had gone to buy her, that she likely would have been drugged then too. If he thought about it carefully, he could recall the lifeless expressions of their Roses on display, likely the ones that were more fighters and thus needed it. Thinking about it now, she had been far to calm about her everything, she didn't know him. Didn't know what he would do. 'I doubt he told her much of anything, to much of a risk.' The man kept things in a steel trap, it was always like trying to pull teeth from the man. Kuon doubted that Tomi would tell him anything about what was going on, as he had said once before to him when he was younger, It's better to not know the truth sometimes. He was seriously hoping that wasn't one of those moments now.

Is she okay? - Kuon

Number, Kuon - Tomi

Kuon ran a hand through his hair. Something had happened but without more knowledge, more information about how could he inform Lory, or get his Gyrfalcon help. If it was serious then he would need medication or maybe he would kidnap a doctor. Kuon frown at the thought, no of all the years he had known this man, he seemed more likely to do it himself than seek any medical help. He had a really nasty habit of drugging people, to the point they died. Peacefully but when he had confronted him about it, he always pointed out that the chance was there for his little friends to live. It's just that no one cared, including him. Mentally shaking his head he took a deep breath and sent the number to his office or more correctly to the secretary's direct number from there it would either be accepted or denied. He rarely denied such calls unless in a meeting. Pausing once more he closed his eyes.

We are going to need to talk soon, about you having her. - Kuon

He waited for a reply but after a half hour, he tossed the phone to the side. Kuon knew that for Tomi he would have to think about it, there was also the possibility that he might meet him in person, that would be his goal. It would be easier for someone like Ruto or even that General Brown to track him. Though he also didn't want him to be tracked, to betray him like that. It felt wrong somehow. As if betraying him, he would somehow be betraying Kyoko.

Lory stared at his phone for a moment before putting it back to his ear, he must have heard that wrong. Dr. Zhatka had his number, well there were several Mr. Zhatka the name itself wasn't abnormal one. If he hadn't been who he was, he would never have likely known the darker nature that lurked behind that name. Yet, he did, mainly because the British Empire and the Russian Mafia were two of the biggest if not the biggest forces of mankind's nature. One that lived more within the light with hints of darkness the other more within the dark with perhaps what you could call glimmers of light. He knew not every Zhatka member was part of the family's darker business, but that tended to fall upon the women and those that were deemed unfit for the family's true nature.

In many ways, it reminded him of his Royal's and Nobles, not every Noble knew about the Ankou, only those who had a direct blood relative, generations and blood ties mattered to the Royal family. In time Mary's own children would become Nobles or marry Nobles and with them would come to a Banshee handpicked to guide and protect them, at least for a generation or two, or more correctly until the child themselves died. Should they die before the Banshee, it would simply move on. Though know Mary if she was still alive during that time, she would simply apply a second Banshee to assure her grandchildren's safety though they would not be likely to know that's exactly who they were.

"I'm sorry Maureen could you repeat that?"

Lory could almost hear the old woman frown, the sharp exhale of her breath as if she was temping more to slam the phone down and claim he was in a meeting it wasn't that she hated him or that he was hated by her. No, it was more, that she was pretty strict when it came to listening skills. If she was going to talk, you had two choices upon answering that phone, listen and listen well or tell her you are in a meeting. Such things as being dumbfounded by a name, in the middle of a game, trying to fix other people's love problems. None of that mattered to her, well unless there was someone clearly bleeding to death in his office, then she might be more willing to let it slip.

"Now, Maureen, I was listening. I promise it just the name, I'm trying to place it." He heard a small click of her tongue against her teeth before a defeated sigh.

"Very well Mr. Takarada, you have a caller on the line. One Dr. Zhatka."

"Did he happen to tell you what it was about?"

"All he said was he was your daughter's doctor."

Lory starred again at the phone like it perhaps had just come to life, he really should stop doing that. He frowned slightly thinking about it some, the only doctor was actually someone preapproved by the Leiko, which meant that they were likely a Banshee of some sort. He also was pretty sure they wouldn't be taken that name if they were one. His eyes widen slightly as it came rushing to him, exactly who was on the line. The Son of the White Shinigami, but he didn't use that name. Kuon himself had referred to him as Tomi, so had Kyoko, Tomi Shiro, he mentally shook his head and forced a smile. "Ah yes, right. Afraid I didn't recognize the name, it sounds so much different in Russian." He was at least sure it would sound much different coming from a Russian speaker. "I'll take the call, Maureen, thank you."

Tomi couldn't believe he was doing this, he lifted his glasses above his nose slightly as he pinched it, waiting on hold for the man, didn't he have any idea? 'He would be a fool if he didn't know the name' He mentally growled at the thought. Was it possible that this Lory Takarada this man that his Hana wanted to reach out too, to let him know what was going on, didn't actually care about her? How would let alone could he break such a thing to her?

'Could just have him killed' a grin playing across his lips. 'It's not like she would have to know it was on my order.' Though he did find a bit of a distaste in the idea of ordering someone else to kill him, perhaps he could just figure out another way poison might be the cowards way his Grandfather always said, or for women. Yet there were so many beautiful poisons out there, and so many ways to make someone die because men needed to do test upon tests and never on their own. As if there were an abundant of people actually worth something in this world.

In his own life, he only found three true souls that were truly worth anything of any real value. It wasn't as if he disliked his family, far from it. It was more along the fact that they didn't hold any real worth, perhaps it was how he was raised. The fear that his own family had of him, no of the power he held in his eyes. He reached up touching the edge of his eyes, 'Desired but feared' Yes, instead of making him love and value his family it simply made him bored but loyal. Loyalty could never be questioned, no the only ones allowed to kill his family would be him and even they knew this amongst themselves. He really was a Demon, Satan's own child meant to rule the world and pull it into the pits of darkness.

"Hello, Dr. Zhatka are you still there?"

Tomi's eyes brighten slightly, as he was brought back from his thoughts. "Yes indeed." This woman's answer would seal the man's fate, if he was too busy to answer the phone then he would simply have to make the man disappear.

"I'll be transferring you over to Mr. Takarada now. Have a wonderful day, Dr. Zhatka."

"Wonderful. You too have a most wonderful day as well, Maureen." There was a slight click before another ring.

A/N: Special thanks to those of you have reviewed thus far. I'm very happy that you are enjoying the story thus far. Even the slow parts. I'm debating at the moment where to end this before starting into the second book so to speak. I don't want to blend/mend them too much though I have small bits and pieces that were scattered from this one to the next [though they won't play any actual roles until the next part of the 'story']. Regardless I know leaving this on a bit of hanger. Also, let's not forget Ruto's off wandering and Leiko's men are out hunting... oh the joys. Alright, I'm off now! Have a great weekend!