Eifion meets the man hunting down one of his students, and he's not about to give him up to protect the other students. He doesn't need to…

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, there will be a few of them as I'm building up to the main plot, without having so many… 'Special cuddle times', every two chapters…

Eifion narrowed his eyes, his sight lingering to the computer on his right. He felt malicious intent, one that even sent a shiver down his spine. Shifting his eyes, he typed away at his computer, using the security cameras to pull up the figure on his mental map.

A youngish man stood at the gates; long hair and eyes glued to the statue. Something felt off with the situation, the way he glared at the cloaked statue figure. He couldn't tell much about the person, other than his evil intent.

He has never seen the man, his white long hair, the fiery tips burning its way upward. Shifting to another angle, he viewed the man's features, trying to pick up if he has seen him anywhere in the past.

Nothing came to his mind, not even the scowl; the anger being directed at something which has no features… not even a name.

Given the situation, and the malicious intent… he needed to deal with this person now. Eifion took off his jacket, rolling up his sleeves before adjusting his glasses "Let's see what you want…"

"~"

The man continued to glare at the statue, the object for some reason offending him. It was as if his mind could tell who it was, his tongue just refused to speak the name. Taking a step forward, he infringed on the school ground property, wishing to delve deep into its secrets. With each step he took, his long haired waved in the wind, strands barely disturbing his vision as he accessed the figure.

"I see you're admiring our landmark. Anything I can help you with?"

The man shifted slightly, eyes being forced towards the figure hiding behind him. He expected something different, not an impeccably dressed man.

He thought he sensed someone coming near him, but he never expected to see a young fellow able to get so close without him feeling him coming closer. The way his sleeves were rolled up and his lack of jacket or blazer, showed signs he was prepared for disaster.

The man had a lack of stance and indifference to the situation being presented before him; he didn't fear for his life, but was acting in accordance to Victor's existence. The younger man expected a fight and all he was waiting for was for Victor to make the first move.

Victor will make sure to give him a reason to snap under pressure. He however, first needed to understand how this person was able to get so close to him without being noticed.

This wasn't a speed related ability; he has already dealt with those who were far faster than that, a boy able to manipulate electricity to increase his body's reaction time. Shifting his feet, the older man crossed his arms, barely giving the person any hint of interest "I'm looking for a kid."

"This is a school," Eifion pinched his fingers together, "with many kids… You might want to narrow that margin by a bit." He showcased a little of his sarcastic humour, trying to understand what he was dealing with right now. He knows next to nothing about the man before him.

For all he knows, he should've distanced himself further from the man. Nen might not be an issue right now, but speed and strength wasn't exactly off the table just yet.

"He was travelling with two boys; all of them had blue eyes." Victor offered a knowing smile, hoping to narrow the field by a drastic margin. He understood, but at the same time, he was also impatient, "One of his companions had white hair… the other two, black hair."

Eifion quirked an eyebrow, only one group matched two-thirds of that description that was given to him. But, there was an underlying issue with the given description… one of them was a girl. Was this the long haired man's way of testing him to see if he'll be corrected?

If Eifion does correct this person, will he ultimately end up giving away a certain detail? This man was looking for Daniel Darkscryer, and saying anything on the matter, will prove he is here…

Eifion cross his arms behind his back "I can't say I know anyone matching that description."

"Some of your students seem to disagree…"

Eifion's eyes narrowed; the man's body twitched from the words, his figure almost giving away a dark, cruel thirst for blood. Readjusting his figure, he tweaked his glasses. He almost slipped. Like Vastorie always stated during training, never react on impulse, it leads to mistakes.

The biggest mistake he could make right now, was giving into the man's obviously cruel tendencies. He had no doubt this person would hurt a student, if given the right reason to do so. Eifion took in a calm breath, making sure to keep his temper in check "If I find a missing hair-"

"So…" The man turned around, uncrossing his arms from the empty threat. There was nothing this younger man could do to sway him from his desires. He will leave this school with Daniel in his grasp, and only with his supposed grandson. So, two surprises was enough for one day, he's not going to let another sneak by him "the students are off limits, which… I don't mind. Give me Daniel Darkscryer, and I won't touch any of the other students. Failure to do so will result in me plucking the life from a random student every minute until I get what I want…"

No hints of disgust or rage poured from the man's figure. He kept calm, cool and level headed in the situation. Yes, his student's lives were on the line, but there's one thing he knows, that the man doesn't "So, you would be Victor Tempest…"

He was met with glare, "Nobody is supposed to know about my existence, besides my child…"

Eifion raised an eyebrow at the news, but didn't contest it. He didn't want to waste his breath. But that didn't stop him from speaking his mind on the matter "I would kindly ask you to depart. Even if he was here, I wouldn't hand him over; my school, my students, my rules… So take your ill-mannered empty threats, and mosey back on out the front gate. Failure to do so will result in a permanent ban from these school grounds. You will not be able to hurt the other students… not while I'm here."

"What a weak, baseless threat… how do you expect to stop me?"

"By enforcing my rules…" The young man closed his eyes, recalling those words being said to him by Vastorie.

"~"

Eifion panted; beads of sweat drip down his forehead, stinging his eyes whenever they blurred his vision. But he knew the man standing before him would only use the situation to his advantage if he wiped it away.

Even talking would only lead him to getting his ass kicked verbally. Not only was he quick witted, he had a philosophical outlook on all questions being directed to him. He could bore you to death if you tried to distract his attention…

"This isn't fair…"

"Life isn't fair… But that hasn't stopped you from still standing as though your very existence depended on it. We make our own rules; we just need to enforce it."

"Rules suck…"

"Said every teen ever, until they benefit you…"

"Can I have a break?"

"Does time stop for you?"

"No…" Eifion stated flatly. All he wanted was a minute to wipe the beads of sweat away, not for time to stop for him.

Vastorie sighed, the dejection in the boy's eyes always made him soft, "Alright, one minute but as soon as you're done I want you back practicing your Ren."

Eifion cheered loudly, already grabbing his towel and bottle of water. He guzzled the contents as he wiped his forehead, getting rid of most of them before time could run out. He may act nice at times, but that doesn't mean his humility was unlimited.

As soon as most of the sweat was wiped off, he laid the towel and bottle down and a smile on his face.

"I don't understand why you act mean to your students…"

Vastorie shifted his weight, eyes falling once more on his student. He knows it's a rhetorical question, one Eifion didn't expect an answer to. Eifion was one of the very few students who didn't whine and complain about him being strict.

He was strict for a reason…

"I still don't know what kind of Hatsu I want." He really had no clue what would best fit him

"It's not the end of the world if you don't have one. Unless you plan to be a Hunter… then it's a game changer, the difference between life… and death. You're waning."

"Sorry," The young boy hummed, "Yours is so cool. Any power you stumbled across… the possibilities."

He chuckled at the boy's enthusiasm "Sure, if I were to train a student, but when it comes to everything else…" He spoke softly, lingering on the though he kept hidden. It was honestly useless, just a placeholder; his way to blocking out the past.

"You could technically do the same, Vows and Limitations, isn't exactly limited… With the right Conditions, you could find something useful to you."

"Easy for you to say…" Eifion let out a quiet annoyed huff, "I'm a manipulator…"

Vastorie chuckled in response, eyes softening from the childlike tantrum "Then why don't you manipulate yourself…"

"~"

If he wasn't in danger, he would've smiled at the memory. Vastorie was his idol, even after learning the truth about the man. It was because of his idol's words that made him want to develop this ability; it made him not only impossible to beat, but to be there for his students at all times, at the cost of something he was willing to live without.

Eifion then blinked, eyes once more focused on the man before him. He was surprised Victor didn't take advantage of his distraction. He should've been more careful.

Victor, grit his teeth, he been distracted; he was too busy despising the young man for rejecting his offer. If he wasn't going to give Daniel to him, he'll take the kid by force. No matter the person's ability. Given his lack of defence, it'll be an easy picking. He lunged forward, fingers poised to rip the man's neck out.

As his fingers weaved through the air, Vastorie heard the click. His attack intertwined through the gentle breeze touching nothing along its path, when it should've been ripping into taut flesh. The person was no longer there.

The man scanned the area, eyes observing for any danger he may have been in, anything related to the presence of the enemy that needed to be disposed of. He shifted his body once he found his target, turning to find Eifion standing where he once stood.

Besides the click, there was no change in the young man's posture, or his previous stance. He was acting as though he wasn't in danger, that his attack was a mere feint.

Eifion still had his arms behind his back, like a statue bending to nobody's will, but his own. There wasn't even a smug visage to ascertain the reason for Victor's confusion. There could be only one reason for being able to dodge his attack without suffering a wound in the process. Teleportation…

"Teleportation, that's your ability?! A sign of weakness on your part…"

The deacon didn't offer a smile. The man was right, but just due to his guess, he wasn't about to explain the complexity of how his ability works. As revealing one's ability, will only give the opponent the necessary information to take advantage of his weaknesses, "If you want to believe that…" He kept his tone neutral; no expression to discern the trouble Victor was in.

If there was one thing Eifion learned during his many practical training sessions with Vastorie, a stone-cold approach was something he was well-versed at.

"Then…" Victor flicked out his hand, allowing his aura consume the area. Once the person was asleep, ripping the pulsing heart from sleeping figure was as easy as taking candy from a baby. "I'll just have to put you to sleep and find Daniel myself."

Eifion remained unmoving.

Nothing happened; the aura that Victor once could feel rippling from his body, continued to remain inside, shackled by the enemy before him. He furrowed his brows, now glaring at the man refusing to not only give up, but fight him on equal grounds.

Something was wrong with his location; he shouldn't be in a permanent state of Zetsu, unless this young man had a way to force him in a state of Zetsu, without the need to apply a physical curse on him. Unless… The click had something to do with it? "If you don't give me the boy, I will murder every student until I find him."

"It's an empty threat…" Eifion shifted his stance, acting like a teacher disciplining a rebelling student "Oh, I know you would kill all the students to get to him. I can feel it in your bloodlust, no matter how well you think you're hiding it. But as Deacon, I, Eifion, shall evict you from the school…"

"You can't kick me out of the school, unless you force me out with your own bare hands…" Victor held an accusing finger to the Deacon of the school, offering a smirk "or, kill me here and now… I'd just continue to come back until you're nothing more than a panting lapdog dedicated to protecting these weak students of yours."

"Oh, but I will. You're a detriment to one, if not more of my students. So, I'll banish you…" Eifion brought his foot up, expecting it to meet with the ground.

Vastorie acted on impulse, using the time Eifion needed to conjure the sound as the bridge to his downfall.

Victor had vanished ahead of Eifion's foot touching the floor, the clack of gravel and dirt splashing the branching pathway. Only then, did he give any reaction to the man's disappearance, a soft smile at his sudden departure. "I don't need to make a sound, as long as I consider you an enemy, the school will reject your existence. Hopefully, you'll end up in the middle of a volcano or something… maybe the bottom of the ocean where you belong…"

He turned away, fixing his sleeves as he sauntered back to his office. He wasted too much time. He was a busy man, still with paperwork to fill and events to plan. Christmas wasn't the only thing he still needed to finalise; he still needed to settle the Halloween and Prom plans.

"~"

Victor opened his palm, bringing it within inches of the man's chest, only to be met with the whistling sound of a wailing scream, and icy cold winds. He stared at the icy floors, a blizzard cascading around him, "Eifion can teleport others…"

Massaging his temples, he contemplated what he knew about Eifion. Other than being the deacon of the school, he only knew bits and pieces of the man's abilities. He stopped his hand gesture, looking for any sign of life "Unfortunately, I can't waste time mulling over the facts. I need to get back to the United States of Saherta. Then, I'll have to somehow manipulate students into doing the dirty work for me."

The man shifted his posture, looking off into the horizon, "Now…" Victor's eyes fell on the foggy horizon, "where I am…"