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CHAPTER 14

Seitarou Yagiri sat on his armchair, behind his vast table, with his chin resting on interlaced fingers, staring distantly at the bookshelf in front of him. In the small niche of the shelf, there used to be the head of a Dullahan, but now it is an empty space. Yagiri may have been in the room physically, but his mind was light years away.

The girl had returned. Even after what happened five years ago, she still had the galls to return to the place that had caused her so much trauma. She wasn't a girl anymore, but he still had the vision of a seventeen year old schoolgirl, with red hair and green eyes. It shouldn't been too difficult finding someone so blatantly different among the resident Japanese of Ikebukuro, but then again, he hadn't been able to track her down for the past five years, and figured out her whereabouts only the previous day, when an acquaintance in customs alerted him of a lady with a description given by him five years ago.

He thought she would never return, and that all the efforts and money he had spent in sponsoring her father's research were in vain. But she did return. At last. Why she had returned, Yagiri could not fathom. But she had, and this time, he was certain to make good use of her time here.

It was time for him to make the first move – get back at her for running away and destroying his dreams of owning supernatural beings.

His second move would be take in her, as well as her daughter, and hold them captive, and experiment on them. On Natasha however, he would take care not to use anaesthesia. He allowed himself that bit of sadism as he chuckled darkly, and reminisced the time when he spoke to redhead's father on the phone for the first time, almost twenty years ago.

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"The things that I hear about you are most interesting, Jonah-san. The fact that you can lift objects by simply using your head. Most fascinating. I now understand why you are so keen on leaving your previous employer and work for my company, since they obviously are unable to comprehend the sheer uniqueness of your talent."

"Thank you, Mr. Yagiri. My sources proved right, you indeed are someone who would be willing to help me with my abilities, and finding a cure for them."

"A cure? Why would you want to cure yourself? You are unique in your creation. I have quite a few extraordinary individuals like you, but none of them have wanted to cure themselves."

"It's a curse, Mr. Yagiri. A real one. You won't understand it unless you have it. And with my background in Molecular Biology, I intend to ask you for your permission for your labs and expertise. Of course I'll see to it that you get a percentage of profits, but please. Allow me to do this."

"You called it a curse, and that I wouldn't understand it unless I had it. Your manner of speech implies that you know someone who does. Who is it?"

"…. My daughter, sir. She does. She's very young, and very powerful. There's a good chance that my research would not be beneficial to me, seeing as it is not very strong in me. Besides, I'm old, almost forty. She is a young child, there's a good chance I can cure her."

"I understand your concerns. I would like you to work in my company. I will ask my legion of scientists to assist you in all your efforts. I ask only for three percent of your research proceedings. I shall see to it that you are undeterred in your mission. However, I do have one request, as your benefactor.

I wish to understand this mutation of yours to its root level.

Yes, I promise I will not stoop down to experimenting. Least of all with your daughter. After all, you are now a friend. I would never even dream of doing such a thing."

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A knock on the door brought him out of his reverie.

"Come in," he said, coughing slightly to clear his throat. When he saw who had entered, his eyes briefly lit up. Not because the woman who entered was his niece.

But because of the gun she was holding in her hand.

"It was a good idea to send you to that army training camp in your tenth grade now, wasn't it Namie?" he asked, resting his chin in his palm.

"Not particularly. It meant I had to go for a month without seeing Seiji." Said Namie, glancing impatiently at her wrist watch.

"But it also means that she will now consider coming out of hiding. The fortissimo of Ikebukuro and her were lovers, you know." He tried again, trying to pique her interest with gossip. The foolish girl saw nothing beyond that brother of hers, he felt sorry for her, seeing as he would never return her feelings. But regardless, Namie was an important pawn here. Working so closely with Izaya, there was a good chance she would know something.

"I've heard. From Izaya, once before," she said disinterestedly. However, she saw her uncle's eyebrows rise in interest, and sighed. This was going to be a long day indeed. "Speaking of the man, he let me off early today. May I be excused for the day? I wish to go home."

"You do not wish to ask why I simply asked you to injure Heiwajima, and not kill him?" he prodded again. He needed Namie's cooperation now more than ever. But Namie would cooperate only if she was interested enough. She wasn't hurting for money, that was for sure. The only probable reason he could think of for her to continue working with Izaya was tha the dullahan head, in all likelihood was with him. He would bet his arm on it. Even if he had no solid proof for it.

"It would make more sense to kill him, I agree. But the chances of that happening are quite slim. May I please leave now?" She said impatiently. The blond brute, this mysterious girl her uncle was trying to find, nothing mattered to her. The only thing that mattered was Seiji, and none of the former had anything to do with him. So she automatically didn't care.

Yagiri realised he was fighting a losing battle here. Namie may not have held much value for him on her own, but he couldn't dismiss her intense focus on her work, and the lengths she would go for it to be fulfilled. Right now Namie wasn't interested in this idea, so she wouldn't bother with spilling Izaya's sources to him.

But there was a way to get her involved. Bring Seiji into the picture.

Seiji was a high school student, and Natasha had been pursuing a Bachelor's in education degree. If she was back in Ikebukuro and wasn't the brute, it meant that she would be working. At a school.

A few phone calls made on his part ensured her a job at Raira High School. The idea was to bring Seiji into the picture, and create compromising scenarios, causing both Namie and his girlfriend to lose their minds and obsessively stalk her, unearthing any information on her.

And the sadist in him smirked maliciously. How interesting it would be to see her re-enter the same place that almost caused her to lose her sanity in the first place.

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AAAAAND IT'S DONE *sadistic cackling*

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