Chapter 5

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry about it taking so long for an update, but my life has been so hectic since I started this, having a baby and all. Well, let's see if I've still got it, shall we?

Traxx slumped against the wall in the dark room. He wasn't sure exactly where he was and his powers were useless in a place like this. Schwarz had studied up on him, and mentally he commended them for their efforts while cursing them at the same time. He was not a toy and he refused to be used as such.

A familiar clicking sound came from the door. Someone was coming in but against the blinding light, the figure was only a silhouette. The door shut and the darkness consumed the room again. Traxx could see the pale white skin of the Irishman. Farfarello crouched down before him and asked, "What is your purpose? Do you play God?"

The red head looked at him confused. "I'm not your toy."

"I don't care what you want to be, I want answers. What is it like to play God?"

"I'm not God. There is no God."

Farfarello smacked him sharply and quickly. "There is a God. He killed my family. You are like him. You give life to the dead."

"No, I am not like this 'God' in whom you blame for your misfortunes. I am a necromancer. I bring temporary animation to a dead corpse. It lasts only for a short time and they are not fully competent. What does your leader want with me?" Traxx growled.

Farfarello blinked his one golden eye at the necromancer. "You are not Abyssinian. Are you a relation to the one who leads Weiss?"

"What is Weiss? What is an Abyssinian?"

"No… You are trying to fool me. Crawford and Scheldich know. They do. They always know," Farfarello grumbled as he left the room leaving the necromancer to himself in confusion.

The sun beat down on Ken's brazen skin while he sat on the grass. After he'd finished up the shop he'd left a note saying that he was going out for a bit. The warmth felt wonderful against his skin as he lay back in the lush foliage. It wasn't often that he had the time to go and relax.

A loud screeching sound made Ken jump. He sat straight up as Yoji's car stopped only a foot away from his body. Breathing hard he stood up and gave the blonde a dirty look. "You could've killed me," he snarled.

"Yeah, well, you may have wished that I did once Aya gets through with you," Yoji snapped. "Let's go!"

Ken climbed in Yoji's car and the blonde sped down the road at an alarming speed. Not a word was spoken between the two as they pulled up to the Koneko. They hurried into the shop and down the stairs to the mission room. Aya, Omi, and Manx were already sitting there. The computer was on and a video was playing on repeat. Ken stared at the screen. It was the necromancer and he was being thrown against the walls by the telekinetic of Schwarz.

"What the hell is going on?" Ken asked.

"We have to move tonight," Aya said in a firm voice.

"I found a way to get to Schwarz's hideout," Omi said as he typed quickly on his keyboard. A floor plan came up on the screen. "This is their place," he pointed. "We can get in here and here. They're the only places that aren't guarded."

"Ken, you and Omi will set up here in this part of the attic, you'll have to enter from the roof," Aya said. "Yoji and I will go in through this door."

The plan was laid out and they were on the move within the hour.

"They're coming tonight," Scheldich said to Crawford.

"I know. I want them to," the leader of Schwarz said as he wiped his glasses with a handkerchief

The sound of Cicadas were deafening as Schwarz stepped into the night..