Kana peered down at the fruit stands goods, the cart was run by someone who had reportedly escaped A city and had been migrated to the new city as compensation. Kana had wanted to ask him some questions, but his assistant was working today, and the man was on vacation for the rest of the week. He was fairly discouraged because of this, another lead had gone dead, the association was going to start thinking he was hiding the sources, and the moment they started asking questions…

Kana began to walk away from the stand, disappointed by the loss of another witness. He put out his cigarette and pulled out a new one, lighter in his hand ready to strike down and light up. At the exact moment that a flame burst from the lighter a hand grasped Kana's shoulder, shocking him slightly.

"Hey, Kana?"

This was the first time Saitama had seen Kana without his usual formal suit, the large man now wore a baggy T-shirt and jeans, over his shirt he wore a grey jacket with mesh insides and an unused zipper. He would look normal if it weren't for his glowing red hair and monstrous size, there was one other thing that made Kana stick out that Saitama hadn't noticed before. Kana was wearing thick, black leather gloves, not only that but it was increasingly odd that he was wearing a jacket, after all it was mid-spring. Despite being dressed in warm clothes, Kana didn't sweat on this particularly warm day, he didn't even look uncomfortable.

"Ah, hello there Saitama, how are you?"

"I'm Ok, but what are you up to out here, don't you usually stick around the association?" Saitama asked, not bothering to act interested in how Kana was feeling.

"Er, well, yes but they have me running some errands."

"What kind of errands?" Saitama asked as he paid for a bundle of bananas.

"Well, way back during the alien attack some survivors claimed that a mysterious being survived being hit directly by one of the shells fired from the alien ship. Now there are rumors circulating that it's still here, I have been sent out to see if this rumor carries any weight."

"They just send out chairmen to investigate rumors?"

"Well, they have their reasons, they believe the being is a sort of esper, like me. Plus, they like to keep me out of meetings, I'm sure many of them think that I'm the mysterious being." Kana said his last sentence with a chuckle, but Satama could tell; he wasn't joking.

"They suspect you of something?" Saitama asked as they walked away from the fruit stand.

"Oh, certainly, every chairman has his secrets, even me."

"Is your secret on basement floor 36?"

Kana stopped walking so suddenly his glasses nearly flew off his face, his eyes widened in surprise before narrowing and focusing on Saitama as his face contorted in genuine confusion.

"Basement floor- what?" Kana asked, purely mystified.

"Basement floor 36, y'know, the floor you went down to after our interview."

"I went down to 26, to the Chairman's lounge, there isn't a floor 36, the elevator stops at 30."

The two stopped and stared at each other, Saitama looked bored but inquisitive, Kana became more and more befuddled as time went on, as though he was trying to remember something. The noises of the street seemed to be the only noise as Saitama searched Kana's face, finally, he was the one to talk.

"Huh, I guess my eyes are going bad, maybe I should buy some carrots while I'm out. Well, whatever, see you later, Kana."

"Yeah, see you around."

As Kana walked back to the association his mind was plagued by thoughts. How did Saitama know about the 36th floor? Did he go down there after the interview? What would Saitama do with the new information, or did he truly believe there was no basement floor 36? Kana hardly noticed the stench or the crowds as he drew near the association.

"Kana Torimia?" A young police officer

"Yes, that's me, what is it?"

"You seem to have a message, sir."

The cop split the crowd to reveal a square of yellow tape around the entrance of the association, a body sagged against the door, a body he recognized. He knelt down and looked into the bodies open and lifeless eyes, this was his friend, a man who he would have fought through armies with, even if only to die by his side. No one would know him but Kana, his next of kin, his close family, even the rest of their friends were gone now, they were the last. Kana knew him as Tataki, a colleague, his best friend. A knife was stabbed through his chest, a note separated a hilt from the flesh:

"You know where, meet at one a.m., Kana

-Sakiba"

Kana stood up and looked down upon his friends decomposing corpse, he knew that she had sunk to a low level, but to dig up Tataki was unforgivable. He bid goodbye to his friends body and identified him to the police. It was already late, he'd have to hurry to meet her there. To the place where, 2 years ago, he had murdered Tataki in cold blood.

A/N: Sorry this took a bit longer, I've fallen ill. Next chapter will be out on Friday, tomarrow a new story will be uploaded instead.

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