Iason simply stared at the bed where several bundles laid in earnest, slumbering away their first few moments of life. Four babies! Even now he found it hard to believe even after being amongst the ones to clean and feed them after birth. He, Iason Mink was a father of quadruplets, three boys and girl, as beautiful as he had could ever imagine. He didn't know how to feel at this point so he simply stood there in silence and watched his little minks sleep. Three much to his recognition took after him severely and if anything strongly shared similar traits with him, notably the blond hair and chrome icy blue eyes. But one of the boys was farthest in comparison and took to Riki more, being only slightly darker than the others whilst his raven black hair stood in stark contrast to the others.

Concern filled him as he wondered how Jupiter would take it. He loved them all equally but Jupiter was unpredictable and may not except the only exception to the Blondie bunch. He gathered the blue blanket a bit closer around his little exception, he couldn't allow himself to think so negatively at a time as this, what would Riki think of him if he ever picked up on these thoughts. The reality of what he needed to do was a simple choice to make which startled him ever so slightly, he wouldn't allow Jupiter to hurt him. Scrap that he wouldn't allow anyone to look down on im in any way he was just as much a Mink as the others.

"Congratulations," Fate stated as he entered the room mindful of disturbing the sleeping bunch.

"Shouldn't I be saying that to you," Iason enquired his eyes still on the little ones acute to every move they made, "How is Rena?"

"Tired but in health," Fate responded coming to have his first glance at the future generation of Eos.

"And her young?" Iason pried tucking tiny hands back within the confines of the blanket.

"She conceived twins but the results were as odd as they come," Fate replied as monotonously as ever.

Iason glanced up at the words not quite surprised with what he had to say next.

"One of them takes after me rather well, the other as unbelievable as it sounds resembles a Blondie quite closely," he paused for a breath, "to be exact he resembles you."

Iason seemed pensive but didn't respond. A Blondie that came from the slums and a mongrel that was birthed amongst Blondies? The possibility was so illogical it seemed to be in direct violation of some unseen law of nature. But he really didn't care.

"So your Furniture, Hades I take it, was the added player we didn't take note of then?" Fate enquired as Iason beckoned to take the conversation outside as to not disturb the newly born.

"I wouldn't exactly know how to answer," Iason stated wanting nothing more than to see Riki in all his defiant glory.

Raoul sat in silence hours later as he tried to fathom just how bizarre a furniture Hades had proven to be. He watched as the Furniture slumbered next to his Master as though it were the most common thing in the world dressed in a skimpy outfit that revealed more than it covered.

To think that a furniture descended to Ceres under the guise of a street prostitute, this so called night walker in hopes of saving his master. To plant oneself in enemy territory and get close to Yager himself was no easy feat and if nothing else he could only assume that Hades was nothing short of horrified as he strove on his tongue and wits.

Using one's body in such a fashion, discarding pride and dignity on a mere whim, he could hardly fathom actually being in Hades position. He sighed rubbing his temple that throbbed violently, to think that they had such a person under their influence put him at ease by only a fraction. What the hell were they suppose to do with an impulsive guy like him.

Here he thought he had broken him that day in his lab but little did he now realize how wrong he was. The guy still had a will and intellect that shouldn't be tampered with. For some reason he felt relieved as to why that was but he decided to simply let that thought alone.

"So under the alias of Apple an abused night walker looking for a fresh start he sauntered in Ceres and took the reins of the night by storm," Raoul felt the tug of a smile swelling with pride for some reason only for it to fade moments later.

It killed him really regardless of everything he had managed to accomplish, that Hades had to endure so much. Submitting his body to the very person he wanted to destroy. But that aside what made his heart ache with an emotion he wasn't familiar with was the fact that the youth now had blood on his hands, blood that could leave a stain on the soul even after the remnants had been washed away. But he couldn't bring himself to condemn him, not under the circumstances, if anything he wouldn't have had it anyways.

He had killed Yager…

Orphe by now had the crime scene quarantined down the premises secured by the android security unit whilst the forensic unit had their way with what he had found. After getting that anonymous message he had sped all the way here to the private residence of Lance Yager a Foreign relations officer and a squeaky clean law abiding citizen.

As ironic as it was it all left a bitter taste in his mouth. Apparently no one knew that the original Lance Yager had died years ago whilst he was being impersonated by someone else. As for the Leader of Dead Beat none knew neither who he was or where he actually came from, so they had simply referred hi as Yager when they came to clear away the corpse and tag the body. After so many persons had died during Dead Beats' incursions all the sympathy any of them would have for his reasons for doing all this had been flushed down the drain.

No one cared why he did what he did frankly; all they cared about now was the fact he was gone and gone for good. Soon enough Orphe was certain that he would vanish from memory like a distant dream. His men, the pawns he had manipulated, were no less. If any of them survived to live to be free after all they had done he was certain that the name Yager would be nothing but a name and nothing else.

Orphe lingered around examining the room that looked so ordinary it was hard to believe that a mass murderer had lived here. Four plain walls in the bedroom where the body was found, stared back at him. Picking up a white stocking leg he puzzled over Yager having a lover or weird kinks. And believe it or not he's been in this business long enough to know that it was the quiet one that carried the queerest fetishes.

After a thorough investigation he had found the blue prints for the bombings that had already taken place and several more that had been planted but hadn't been detonated as yet. Sending a holographic copy to the Terrorist Management Unit he sent orders to have the bomb squad remove them as inconspicuously as possible. The fewer questions asked about this the better.

He could hardly find the word to voice his sheer disbelief that this was where the threat was, right under his nose. Why had he never suspected? He mentally slapped himself; he needed to get his shit together. This wasn't Dana Bahn and Iason was safe. His heart wouldn't stop thundering away in his chest no matter what he told himself. He had lost a brother that was dear to him on a day that felt so much like yesterday. The thought of losing him again had turned him inside and out fueling his mad drive to stop the wheels of times from rewinding back to the day when Raoul had announced that Iason and his pet had fallen.

To describe how he felt when he had seen the body would exceed all means of verbal or written explanation. Never in his life had he been so relieved. He glanced at the message from the com system unit projected from the thin strip of metal on his wrist.

With one mystery solved he diverted his attention to another. After having the source of the most recent pain in his ass plucked out and handed to him the way he liked it, he was yet to ask who the hell was his little kiss of salvation and why help them.

And that aside what the hell did he have to do with Apples?