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Shiroyasha's P.O.V.

"You want me to what?"

The three girls before me had a firm expression on, taking me a bit aback.

"Please send us to the fifth gate," Asuka-san repeated, her voice as authoritive as ever.

While I knew that they were smart, strong girls, asking for such thing was both inconvenient and rushed. Not to mention that the fifth gate wasn't the safest place to go. They were only three now that Izayoi ended up half dead and considering that the guilds from there had an immense power, it wasn't wise. I couldn't find a reason for them to ask for this. Unless-

"Does it have anything to do with that boy?" I covered half of my face with the fan, observing every little detail that would give me the answer. Body language was the key to reading people after all.

But it seems like there was no need to be sneaky. They admitted it themselves.

"This weapon laid where we found Izayoi-san." Black rabbit showed me a gun-like thing which I indeed saw once in the fifth and fourth gate.

"And you want to go there and investigate the people who last bought it." It wasn't a question. Obviously, they had that on mind. "You know it's not that easy. The shops keep the list of their purchasers confidential. You won't be able to get into them so easily unless you had the authorization."

Yo-san's face tensed: "But we finally-"

"Besides, even if you found them, what would you do?"

Apparently they had no idea. The girls just sat there with frowns, unable to answer my question. I knew that this "journey" of theirs was nothing but a rash decision. I knew that they had no back up, no foolproof plan or such. Revenge blinded them and beclouded their judgement.

"Exactly. You would do nothing, at best. Worst case scenerio - you will end up the same like that brat."

They were aware of my being right and yet-

"If we don't go now," Black rabbit bit her lip, giving me a pleading look. I did not let her do this. I loved her and cherished the guild, so I wouldn't.

"If you go now, you kill yourselves. Is that what you want? Don't forget, they beat the Izayoi. Our invincible, gift-breaking Izayoi. Can you imagine just how powerful they have to be in order to do that?!" My tone was showing how impatient I was getting. The three of them silenced, hearing me raise my voice which did not happen a lot.

The short haired girl clenched her fists: "Then what should we do?"

They were pained.

"What are we supposed to do?" She looked into my eyes, doing her best to fight back the tears. "Izayoi is our friend! Family! He has always done his best for us! That's why... whoever it is, however powerful that someone is, we won't let them be. They hurt him. And that won't be overlooked."

"Who said it should be overlooked?" raising my eyebrow, I asked. It seems they misunderstood my words. "I simply stated that now is not the right time. Wait until your heads clear up and until the boy is at least capable of walking one hour without dying. Until then, stay where you are."

And with that, I stood up and left them to sort things out. Meanwhile, it was just the time to find Izayoi who had been sniffing around my mansion for good twenty minutes.

"Oh dear, I was found." He chuckled when I appeared behind him. Despite the amnesia, his reflexes and intuition were still exceptional.

"What are you doing in my library, boy?" it kind of irritated me that he didn't even turn around or put that damn book down to face me.

He might have immersed into the literature or something because my question was left unanswered. I kicked him on the back of his knees. No matter how good he was, taking into account his spacing out and injuries, the blond was not able to dodge.

"Damn, was that neccessary?" He rubbed his leg, now finally looking at me. It felt nice to for once be taller than him (since he was sitting).

Crossing my arms, I repeated: "What are you doing in my library? Didn't you say something about the nature calling? The last time I checked, this is the last place the nature would call to."

He had that innocently smug expression on again - the same like always. Strange how people's core did not change even after losing memories. Indeed, it was remarkable and scary at the same time. Humans were full of memories, they were formed, shaped by them. And yet - they gradually lose them, changing, but not really changing at all. It's hard to describe. Or rather, humans are hard to describe. Especially this boy here.

"I lost my way and ended up here. So I thought I would check it out a bit," the teenager stood up and put the book he was holding in his hands back. Judging from the cover, it was either Life of Little Garden or Poisonous plants. I personally hoped for the former.

This room is not a huge library as the No Name's, considering that this wasn't my real residence, but it isn't lacking either. Here was most of the basic knowledge about Little Garden, its inhibitants, some dangers, legends and so on. And seeing the spot where Izayoi had sat stood before I came in, he read some of these. On the ground still laid Once upon a time, a small book containing the typical, folk stories about this place. Laugh if you want to, I admire him for being able to deduce that this one was a good choice - it was plain enough for someone with no recolection of this place and informative at the same time.

Next to it - map of our world. Then Brief history of Little Garden, under it probably The moon chasing sun which was another collection of tales. He might have chosen it because of the flashy, interesting cover and name, but the real motive was unknown even to me. And the idea of him picking it up just because of something as irrelevant as a name or such was unacceptable. The last one I recognized was still open: Gifts and Gift games.

"If you wanted to read those, I could have led you here without any problem. No need to use such underhanded tactics." Sighing, I noted.

He eyed me for a moment, as if trying to figure something out and then averted his gaze.

"That's no fun,"

And I flinched, expecting a completly different answer.

You see, I was good at dealing with people. At controling and reading them.

Izayoi was different. He had those strange eyes, capable, fierce, clever. Yes, he was clever, cunning. One time he would let his emotions take over, that huge ego of his overflowing, doing rash and violent things. The next second he would be calculating, scheming, looking for the safest and most efficient way to do his business. He was somewhere between the line of genius and mad. Somewhere on a whole different level. But he never wavers.

It wasn't only his power that impressed me. It was his intelect.

For a while, I forgot about the three girls. They were most probably looking for this blond, maybe even panicking. Well, seems like it was time to return him.

"We're going," I said and the boy seemed to understand as he exhaled, cleaning the place up. About five minutes later, we were walking through the corridors.

"So? What did they want?" he suddenly asked calmly.

Guess there was no need to be secretive: "My help in their revenge."

He didn't seem surprised: "You refused, isn't that right?"

"Ah, how did you know?" I chuckled, "is it so apparent?"

The boy shrugged, not commenting on it. About two minutes later he brought it up again: "Don't do anything,"

I stopped, turning at him and trying to see what it was that he had on his mind. Needless to say the eyes were serious, but also somewhat cautious.

"What do you know?" there was a feeling he knew more than he showed. The boy looked at me with questioning eyes, either playing it very well or genuinely confused.

And then the cheeky smile was back: "I know my name, age, that I am being fanned over by three girls and that a loli seems overly interested in me."

I wanted to strangle him.