Wrath – That which Burns into Our Hearts
"Saru…has gone missing?" Yata couldn't believe the words coming from the Blue King's mouth.
It was odd in the first place that the captain of Scepter 4 even came to see the vanguard of HOMRA. They had never really spoken before, and they were technically rivals. Yet there sat Munakata Reisi, sipping on a cup of tea at a Japanese confectionary store that the crow worked part-time at.
"It has been about two days since he had been at Scepter 4's headquarters or contacted us. It was peculiar that none of his tracking devices were working when we tried to look for him. In the past, whenever Fushimi-kun's tracker disappeared, it always had something that involved you, Yata-kun. But if you did not know about Fushimi-kun disappearing, I can see it becoming very troublesome in the near future."
The amber-eyed man's fists clenched and shook in anger. "What the fuck are you talking about, Blue King? Did you stupid, shitty Blues send him off to do something dangerous? And what the fucking hell do you mean when you said that you can see it 'becoming very troublesome'? Don't fucking joke with me!"
Several customers began to turn and stare at the chestnut-haired waiter who was spewing out curses at the speed of light. Munakata scanned the area and noticed the number of increasing onlookers and said, "Yata-kun, I suggest that we should re-locate elsewhere to discuss this matter further."
This was the first time that the Red clansman had ever entered Scepter 4's main headquarters. It made him feel even more on edge than he was earlier. Having so many Blues staring at him as he walked beside Scepter 4's captain made the crow want to scream out for them to mind their own business. Yata would have never even come to the Blue territory if the main topic of discussion wasn't about the disappearance of Fushimi Saruhiko.
As they entered Munakata's office, the violet-eyed man turned to Misaki and asked, "Can I make you a cup of tea?"
"Skip all the bullshit, and let's continue talking about the shitty monkey. What the hell happened?" Misaki plopped himself on top of one of the desks.
"Well, normally we would not divulge such information to members outside of the organization, but since you may be able to assist in this matter, and that you are an important friend to Fushimi-kun, I wanted to include you."
The Blue King sat behind his desk, elbows down on the surface and folded hands in front of his face. He continued on, "Earlier this week, I had received an urgent request from the Prime Minister himself asking us to investigate the recent increase in missing persons over the past month. There were no clues or connections between any of the people. I had asked Fushimi-kun—who excels is gathering information, to search and try to find some sort of trail to begin our investigation. However, as you know, our third-in-commander chooses to do his work alone. Since he vanished without a trace, we had no way of further contacting him. I fear that something may have happened to him."
Misaki didn't know which emotion should be overcoming himself more at that moment—should it be fear or anger? When Fushimi and Yata used to be partners, they would never do their work without each other. They always stood back-to-back in combat or by each other's side out of it. The chestnut-haired man knew that they weren't on the greatest terms with each other nowadays, but it didn't mean that the little vanguard didn't care for him. Despite all their petty fighting and stupid arguments, the blue-eyed man would always be an important part of his life.
The crow let out a loud sigh, as he stopped himself from exploding and trying to kick the crap out of the Blue King. "…So, do you have any sort of clue of what the stupid monkey was looking for before he disappeared? Like, did he say or write somewhere that he was going to check something out?"
"Unfortunately, he has not verbally said anything to us."
"Well, what about his computer then? There's no fucking way that the idiot would not keep all his information organized somewhere. He is OCD about keeping everything neat and orderly."
"Unfortunately, we do not have access to his computer terminal. It requires fingerprint verification. Usually I can override such a thing, but Fushimi-kun seems to have rewritten the script to deny access to anyone besides himself. "
Misaki scowled. "That shitty monkey. Causing so much trouble for his own organization. I just don't understand why he really wanted to leave HOMRA for this clan…" Yata thought grimly.
The amber-eyed man then jumped off the desk and stood up. "Well, where is Saru's computer?"
"It is in the main operations room. Why do you ask?"
"If it is Saru's computer, I should be able to have access to it."
Extremely drowsy and disoriented, Fushimi slowly opened his eyes. He could see himself being dragged through a dark room. The room had a nauseating scent of incense and cigar smoke.
"Is this the man from earlier?" Fushimi could hear a voice above him say.
"Yes sir, Oniyuri has placed all of the cuffs, calibrated them, and turned on 'full restriction' mode. He should be waking up within the hour."
"Good, as long as they are functioning. It would be troublesome if he could use his color power against us."
Suddenly the blue-eyed man could feel a hand firmly grip onto his chin, turning his head from left to right. "Hmmmm, now that I get a good look at him, he's actually of real nice quality. Hiroshi, I want you to clean the man up and bring him to the examining room. I'll join you in an hour."
A dark, cruel laugh escaped from the man's lips. "This one might fetch a pretty penny or two."
Unable to speak or move, the Blue clansman felt his body go limp before he blacked out again.
Sitting in the room with all of the Scepter 4 main team members, there was an awkward silence as they all stared at the Red clansman at their third-in command's desk. Misaki began to feel his anger rise within him again. "DO YOU GUYS MIND NOT FUCKING STARING AT ME SO MUCH?"
The members swiftly looked away as they didn't want to cause the quick-tempered man to start burning down their office.
"Alright Monkey King, I'll go ahead and access his computer, but you do the rest. I have no clue how to use this shit." Misaki recalled the days when Saruhiko would tease him about his pathetic attempts to try to use anything technologically advanced. It took the crow months to even figure out how to use his PDA correctly.
"Okay, but if you don't mind me asking, why do you have access to Fushimi-kun's computer?" Curious as always, Reisi would not skip a chance to discover new things about his mysterious subordinate that he did not know previously.
Misaki bit his lip. Once again, the vanguard sighed out before speaking. "Before the shitty monkey betrayed HOMRA to join you losers, he and I gave each other access to whatever electronic devices we had in case something happened to the other. We would be able to track each other or at least see what kind of notes were saved if need be…probably how the fucking bastard always knows where all my part-time jobs are at. If he didn't remove it, I should still be added to the system."
The computer loaded and the access screen appeared. The chestnut-haired man took his finger and swiped it across the security bar. To Munakata's surprise, he saw the words 'Yata Misaki – Authorization Accepted' flash onto the screen before loading into the desktop. "Alright, now go do what you need to do Blue King, but make it quick. If we don't find anything soon, I'm going out to look for him myself."
The captain of Scepter 4 began to search through some of the recent folders and documents that had been modified. Although his desire to search every folder to find out every little detail about his subordinate lingered, the Blue King focused on looking for any information regarding his recent searches.
Misaki peered over the violet-eyed man's shoulder. "…What the fuck!? Why the hell are there so many searches and documents titled with my name in it!?
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AHHHHH! THOSE ARE SEARCHES OF ALL THE PLACES I WORK PART-TIME AT! THAT FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT MONKEY! WHEN I FIND HIM, I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!"
As the Red clansman began to glow a crimson-red color, some of the Blue clansman moved further away from the two. Reisi—completely unaffected by the hostile little amber-eyed man beside him, continued to search until he found something interesting.
"Garden of Eden – A Society for High Society…I wonder why he was searching for this. Yata-kun, do you work here as well?" Munakata asked.
"What? Hell no, as if some hoity-toity place like that would hire me. I've seen the kind of people who walk around that neighborhood." Misaki clicked his tongue.
"Interesting…Let's see if he has anything saved…" Munakata's eyes opened wide as he saw an audio clip within the same folder. Clicking on the file, the audio began to play:
"But they charge another five thousand American dollars to use their escort services. The girl cost me fourteen thousand as it is.
"Haha, yeah I guess you're right. Well, better get your monies worth this time around."
"Alright, see you at Paradise Lost t—"
"SHHHH, YOU IDIOT! We're not supposed to say that name ever out in public, remember? That's a sin punishable by death. Just call it Garden of Eden."
"Oh, damn you're right. Okay, well no one really seems to be around, so let's just go home."
"Haaa? What the hell is Paradise Lost?"
The Blue King leaned back in the chair and began to ponder. "I personally haven't heard of Paradise Lost either…I wonder what sort of connection it has with Garden of Eden."
The topic of conversation at the beginning of the audio file was interesting as well as they were discussing purchasing something…possibly a human. Pieces began to connect as Munakata visualize a half-done puzzle in front of him. He would just need a few more things to fall in place before he could easily solve the rest.
First and foremost, he would need to find someone with a connection into Garden of Eden. It was an exclusive social club that had very strict rules about who'd they allow in. Suddenly, one particular man popped into his mind.
"Yata-kun, would you like to accompany me to the Crown Royale Hotel at the West End?"
"…Haaa?"