Part 5: Mind Quake

"Hey kid." A man with long, blonde hair tapped Kuro on the shoulder.

Turning around, he narrowed his eyes, "What do you want?"

The man smiled, "Is Ororon here?"

Flustered, Kuro stuttered, "Ummm…he's uhh…"

"Not here." Azariel jumped down from a wall, "Why are you here, Charles?"

Another tall man with short, black hair and a pinstripe suit sighed, "I should have known Azariel would get here first…"

Laughing, Azariel shook his hand, "Ah, Minister Tachibana! I'd recognize your stressful countenance anywhere!"

Turning back to Charles, she frowned, "These blokes look familiar…this wouldn't happen to be Yotsuba's crew, would it?"

"It is." Suddenly, Yotsuba was in front of her. He smiled wolfishly, "Hello, Sir Azariel. We meet again."

Azariel nodded. Yotsuba had never been a very handsome boy. He had his mother's dark hair, which he kept short, as well as his father's strange looking eyes, that, instead of being enchanting, produced a slightly psychotic look that Azariel found extremely unattractive. "So, why are you all here?"

Tachibana sighed, "We might as well tell you. We're looking for Ororon. Othello said he'd be here."

Azariel shrugged, "I figured as much." She winced, Othello betrayed us?! "I can take you to him if you like."

Not waiting for a response, she slit her wrist and smiled grimly as the blood sizzled and ran, forming a large, runed circle with a pentagram inside of it.

Joining her inside the magic circle, Charles and the others looked at the second in command expectantly, "Well, sub-general, where to now?"

Azariel looked at the senior councilman with glittering rage in her eyes, "You'll see, Charles, you'll see."

Othello Farelle gazed at Mitsume with his pale blue eyes, "Maybe someday you'll kill me, Mitsume…but not today."

"Jeeze, you're a bully." Yotsuba's voice rang out in the silence, "Not cool sir."

Startled, Othello looked up and saw the shapes approaching him. "Son of a—" suddenly, he recognized them, "Yotsuba?!"

Yotsuba nodded, "Good to see you again, sir. We came just like you said." He frowned, "Who's he?"

Othello tilted his head, "Who? Oh, Mitsume! Cute, huh? I like him, he's feisty. I think I'll take him back to the underworld with me!"

There was a moment of stunned silence and Azariel turned away angrily.

Finally, the minister of war broke the silence, "Ahem!"

Turning to face the minister, Othello smiled, "Ah! Tachibana! So good of you to come!"

Tachibana nodded, "No problem sir, all part of the gig."

Turning towards Charles, Othello raised an eyebrow, "Yotsuba and Tachibana aside, it is truly a grand surprise to see you here, Mr. Charles."

Charles nodded, "It's been too long, Othello."

The prince frowned, "How did you guys get here? I didn't inform you about this incident."

Silently, the group parted and Azariel stepped forward, "I told them." Leaning into him, she put her head next to his ear, "We need to talk." Suddenly, a sword with an emerald studded hilt appeared in her hand. Turning around, she grabbed Yotsuba's shoulder, "Yotsuba! Put up a magic barrier!"

The young commander smiled, "Already been done, Sir Celeste. Now what?"

Othello narrowed his eyes, "You know what to do."

And so the Seiryu Army set to work.

That very day, a scream of inhuman proportions rocked Japan.