Yo, I haven't been able to update for a while, thanks for reading! Hmm, I really should warn you that this follows the manga to an extent then follows the anime, so bear with me please. PS if you find any characters out of character, please notify me, knowing me, I'll feel a lot better. Thank you ^_^!

Jenos trooped, accompanied by the Numbers that had infiltrated Creed's island, minus Sephiria, into the lounge that was designed exclusively for Chrono Numbers, in the hospital's lobby. Shaking his head at the fact that it was the fifth day in a row since the attack on Creed's headquarters in which the Captain did not stir from her slumber, he switched on the security camera screen he had wired into her room on day one in order to truthfully say to Belze he had been checking up on her-though he neglected to mention that on infrequent intervals. To his dismay, he saw her wide awake, conversing in casual tones with Heartnet, hand in hand with him, however, what they were conversing was impossible to understand because 1) Jenos couldn't read lips and 2) some naughty person had turned the speaker off-obviously the man with the thirteen emblazoned on his chest. Though Jenos was tempted to tell the others about his discovery, the little demon riding his shoulder murmured about recording it for Belze to view when he arrived once all other hideouts for the Apostles had been destroyed. It would give all the Numbers something to heartily joke about, something they had not been able to for a very long time, for a landslide of reasons, including Beluga's untimely death. As he watched with growing hilarity as the scene unfolded, he realized how beautiful Sephiria could be when she chose to smile, unblemished by her constant need to contain her emotions in order to uphold Chronos' cause. In this meeting with Train, it appeared that the weight of the world lifted off of her shoulders, and the way the two continued to grin at each other, even he, the clueless Lucky Number, had to admit something more than a friendship was bonding the two-though, such conclusions would have to wait, since Rinslet accidentally just waltzed in and needed some attending.

-X-

Mason strode to the designated hospital room, steeling himself for the event that was destined to arrive, Sephiria herself had wrote her death sentence the moment she had defied the Elders the moment before she and her team departed to Creed's fortress. Such a waste of talent, he had thought immediately after her irate departure, for one so skilled to be hindered by that constant bond of emotions tethering her to humanity, perhaps it had something to do with her upbringing, perhaps being personally raised by the Minatsuki's had been a terrible idea after all.

"So," Sephiria gazed respectfully up at the Elders before her on the screens, her face tightened in apprehension as she slowly allowed her words to leak from her mouth like a dripping faucet, "so, this is the reason why you had Torneo create a Bio-weapon in the first place, to rule the world? Is one third not enough to sedate your need for conquest, or have you forgotten what peace truly means?"

"Neither," Wilzark replied, his tone just as contained, just as controlled, however, he was bordering on releasing his rage upon the former weapon utilized in the Taoist War, "would it not be easier to just control the world, with only we, Chronos, as the divine rulers of Eden?"

Sephiria abruptly rose from her kneeling position, all terms of conduct forgotten as she strode out of the room, each step stabbing the mosaic floor, once she reached the door handle, she turned around, her azure eyes sparkling as her muttering echoed around the room, "Peace isn't created by total domination, that's only a pale form of one, Wilzark, Kin, Shin, Mason, perhaps it's time you outgrew playing with dolls." With that, their Chrono Number I exited the room, the door creaking behind her as the building inwardly moaned at her decision to outwardly defy them, perchance the building had come to understand her that it was mourning the event that would occur after Creed's defeat.

Mason glanced at Wilzark expectantly, after a trickle of doubt passed over Wilzark's face, he slowly nodded his head, allowing Mason to perform the deed himself, ironic, the very person he had striven so hard to create was the very person he would be forced to destroy, mutilate, smash to smithereens.

Mason rapped on the door to Jenos' room, which swung open after the first knock, revealing Jenos snoring away on the hospital bed provided, rolling his eyes, Mason kicked the leg of the bed, smashing the cot against the wall, causing massive damage.

"What do ya want?" Jenos grumped, lifting a lid lethargically, his body sprawled in a sitting position on the wall.

"I must see Sephiria, this is of dire urgency Jenos," Mason felt a prickle of unease as he spoke, however, he dispersed his own doubts, traitors were compulsory to be slaughtered, the only exception being Train Heartnet because Sephiria put in a word for him with the Elders.

"Belze told me not to allow anyone to see her-"

"Disregard those orders, I have orders from the Elders themselves, give me the keys Jenos," Mason felt his voice rising, escalating so it rebounded off the room, it was the type of voice that echoed against the sea cliffs over the waves, the tone that caused avalanches to fall in the Nepal when chorused from Sweden. No one would be able to resist commands when given by this intonation, never in Mason's usage of it had it ever failed him, Jenos was no exception as he willingly handed over the keys to Sephiria's suite.

Chuckling slightly, Mason stealthily raced at a break neck pace towards his target's bedroom, after all, he had a mission to complete, he might as well do it with no regrets.

-X-

Train rolled his eyes as he was pushed playfully out by Sephiria, sticking his tongue back at her, he attempted to barge back in, however, Sephiria held out a hand, her face all business now.

"Perhaps it would be better if you left, you look exhausted, you haven't been sleeping," Sephiria lightly commented, nevertheless her azure eyes betrayed the inner tumultuous emotions of her unknown situation. He reached for her hand, the two hands brushed for a split second, before Sephiria retreated from his gaze, back into that lonely hospital room, however, not before she had the ability to slip in, "Don't forget to sleep more Heartnet."

"Women," he muttered to himself as he strolled down the hallway, as he lounged on his twin bed in the room he shared with Sven, he was just about to sleep when he heard an explosion in the corridor, racing into the passageway, he found his breath leaving his body as he saw the tendrils of a stringy smoke rise from the room he had left only a few minutes earlier.

That was short, ah well, lots more coming folks….