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After 2 frantic days of searching, nothing could be found about Sakkaki. Everybody had been at ends with each other over lack of sleep and pure frustration at Maori. Nobody had heard anything from her since the last murder she committed. The police had been of little help in the search as well, them having almost nothing to do with the STN personally. It was strictly business in the Japanese police force.

Robin wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. There was just nothing to go on. Even after they had gone through his house thoroughly, there was no sign of a struggle, nothing. The only solid conclusion they could come to was that he left willingly.

The only good news for them at the moment was that Michael was finally back on the team. However he wasn't completely normal yet. Her appearance seemed to have affected him more than they had first thought. He was more up beat and helping out, but he still claimed to be plagued by her in his dreams.

"There's nothing I can do to get rid of her. I have no idea how you did it Amon." He said, bringing up the last nightmare he had because of her.

He shrugged lightly, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't really know either. Her presence left me suddenly. Think of it as a realization that I 'didn't need her'."

"But why would she leave you alone and still annoy me and Sakkaki? Assuming she's responsible for his disappearance that is." He countered, adjusting his glasses on his face.

"Once again, I don't know." Amon said bluntly, signaling the end of the discussion.

Dojima sighed, listening to what they were saying, "…You know, this is going to sound bad, but I kinda wish I could snag a guy like that…"

Robin cracked a smile, at least Dojima was taking things a little easier than everybody else. "What are we to do now?" She asked quietly, voicing the question they all had.

"Yeah, it would seem we've met yet another dead end." Karasuma commented, sipping at her second cup of coffee.

They all looked towards Amon, although he was just as lost as they were. But he didn't blame them for wondering if he had any ideas himself. "The best we can do is keep asking around. Even though it's been a few days, we can't just stop."

They nodded in agreement, the room falling silent, however a few seconds into the silence, quiet sobs sounded from Dojima. Her brave face she had put on disappeared when she suddenly accepted the fact that nothing could be done for the time being.

Karasuma hugged her gently, "It'll be ok. Sakkaki is no little boy. He can take care of himself." She said comfortingly.

"I swear…I will kill her if she did anything to him…" She said between sobs, wiping tears away.

"…If she did anything to who?" a familiar voice sounded from the door. 5 heads turned simultaneously to see a grinning Sakkaki standing there, somewhat glorified by his grin.

"…Sakkaki…?" Robin said, blinking a few times to make sure it was really him.

Then Robin found herself being pushed aside roughly by Dojima who marched right up to him and slapped him upside real hard. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" She demanded, prepared to slap him again.

"OW!" He exclaimed, flinching and covering his head, "If you would give me a minute, I'll explain!"

She huffed and went back to her chair, absolutely fuming. "Better start explaining." Amon said, sounding a little too calm for the situation.

He sighed and starting talking, "I don't know how much of this you'll believe, but here goes… It wasn't her fault. She had no control over herself. Maori didn't do this to us technically."

Silence. "Go on." Michael said, narrowing his eyes at him.

"She came to me, a completely different person. I swear it. No idea how she found out where I lived, but she really needed somebody's help. She knew none of you would listen to her without killing her on sight. After hearing what she had to say, I believed all of it. So I had to do this…" He trailed off, taking another deep breath, "Come in Maori…"

"You brought her here?!" Dojima exclaimed.

For a moment nobody appeared in the doorway, then she stepped into view, her golden gaze lowered to the floor. "…I'm so sorry." She whispered so quiet it was hardly audible.

Robin noticed Amon's arm twitch for his holstered gun. His dark eyes were fixed on her with a murderous intent. "Sorry for what exactly? Playing mind games?" He asked accusingly.

She looked up suddenly, looking Amon straight in the eye with fierce determination, "I didn't do this on my own accord…" She replied, talking almost normally.

A split second after she had raised her voice ever so slightly, the 3 women in the room had to cover their ears. Doijma let out a sharp gasp and pressed her hands tightly to her head.

Maori glanced at them resentfully and lowered her voice drastically again, "Sorry…"

Michael blinked a few times, wondering why him Sakkaki and Amon never heard the shrill noise that the women did. "…What exactly is going on here?"

She stayed quiet, Sakakki looked at her apologetically. "Shes a siren." He explained simply, hoping they all knew their mythology.

Robin finally recovered from the ringing in her ears enough to catch the last thing he said. "Siren?"

"This just keeps getting more and more ridiculous…" Karasuma said angerly.

Maori sighed and stayed silent, allowing Sakkaki to explain for her. "You see, we had it right…partly. She is a Reaver, but as a side effect, she gained an 'angelic/banshee' voice. Apparently it comes with being a specific kind of succubus. In mythology, the 'voice' usually belongs to mermaids. Looks like there was more truth to the myth than anybody had thought."

"That's very nice. Now explain what you were doing here messing with us?" Amon said bluntly, obviously not trusting anything Sakkaki said about her.

Once more she raised her piercing gaze to him and opened her mouth to speak…