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"The melancholy of the barren garden was more than just an addition to the gory atmosphere of the old castle. It was like it had been the resting place of the Dracula. Maybe, not Dracula. But, it was indeed the resting place of an equally brutal man Cairon (spelled K-ei-ron). People called him the "Santan". A phantom assassin known for his lust for blood. He sometimes killed for free, for it was his favorite sport. However, he was mortal too. Yet, he didn't want his killing spree to end. Then started his hunt for his successors. Kids went missing. Yes, it was the kids. They are easy to mold, Cairon thought. Trained to kill, they became an elite group of assassins, known as the "The Azrael", which means the archangel of Death in Arabic. This organization has been around for a hundred years now. Some believe this just a myth. While some swear to have seen the castle. Some old scriptures mention that the assassins bear a tattoo of the…"

"Now enough with this sick stuff," Hillary yelled switching off the television, "and listen to me!"

"What the hell!? I was watching!" Tyson yelled back at her, now standing on his two feet.

"Where is that new girl?" Hillary folded her hands, "Where is she?"

"What? What girl? Oh.. Akira?" Tyson walked towards the kitchen, "She isn't here yet. Who told you anyway?"

"Kenny. You would never bother to tell me! But, I gotta know right?"

"You're coming with us? I thought you were busy with college," Tyson said, picking up a sandwich.

"I'm done. Today was the last day," she said. She opened the refrigerator, to get herself some water.

"You're quitting college to be with the team?" Tyson exclaimed.

Hillary choked on the water, but recovered fast, "Of course not! My dad would kill me if I did that! Today was the last day of my Semester** dumbo! So I'm going to come along.."

"Thank god…" Tyson said. A smile appeared on Hillary's lips, "So you're happy I'm back?"

"It's not that. I'm happy you're not quitting college. Bearing you 24x7 again… that would be a nightmare... no... Worse," Tyson winked at her and gulped down the rest of his sandwich.

"Jerk!" Hillary hurled a peach at him and thanks to his reflexes, his face was saved, "That's dangerous. I'm not going around cleaning floors now!"

"You're fit for that," she sneered at him, when the door bell rang.

"I'm gonna take that homies. You just chill," Grandpa Granger set out to greet their guest.

He opened the door to see the raven haired, eighteen year old girl, dressed in a simple T shirt and jeans, staring at the many wooden swords piled in a corner.

"I could train you if you want to young lady," Grandpa said with a smile playing on his lips.

She looked at him and bowed to greet him, "No, thank you sir. I've trained for quite a while now."

"Alright! Come on in," he said and let her in.

Akira pulled her huge suitcase in and walked straight into the living room, where Hillary was waiting eagerly to meet her.

"She is a little weird, a lot like our good old Kai... so be careful," Tyson kept telling her.

"Akira… right?" Hillary said as she extended her hand towards Akira.

"And you are?" Akira asked without returning the handshake.

Hillary hesitated for a moment and withdrew her hand, "I'm Hillary. Sort of… the team's manager."

Akira ignored her and looked around, "My room?"

"I'll show you…" Hillary took Akira's luggage, despite her protests. She was determined to crack this nut. When Kai wasn't that tough for her, how tough could she be? Moreover she couldn't ignore Mr. Dickenson's request. He was quite worried about Akira not fitting in with the team.

"So… you're from?" Hillary tried to start a conversation.

"You're not gonna leave me alone, are you?" Akira said.

"No. I won't."

"Great. Suit yourself."

"You haven't answered my question."

"Japan."

"You sure don't seem so. Anyways forget it. Here's your room. You need anything, just give me a call. For that, you need my number and I need yours," Hillary said typing into her phone.

Akira sighed, "Just a sec."

The exchange of numbers was done. Mission 1: Accomplished! Hillary thought with a triumphant smile.

"Care to join us for dinner young lady?" Grandpa asked. He stood at the end of the corridor, a ladle in his hand.

"I actually had dinner on my way here," Akira said, her voice not even sounding apologetic.

"Aww… that's bad. You're gonna miss the taste of grandpa's cooking. Wait, you're gonna stay here, so you won't. I'm coming Grandpa! Let's go…" Hillary said, and left Akira to herself.

Akira closed the door behind her and sighed, "Finally, some peace."

She looked around. The room was nice. She actually liked it. She opened the doors of the wardrobe and pulled her suitcase towards it. She began to unpack and within an hour, she had arranged her things, prepared herself for bed. But sleep? Will that ever come to her?

Around 2:00 AM,

Hiwatari Mansion.

The stone walls seemed to suffocate him. And the same voice was ringing in his ears, "Defeat is the ultimate shame, grandson! You have to remember that. Power is what we need. Power to defeat the world, take over it! Complete domination is what we want!"

"Stay away!" he screamed. He was running now, but he couldn't lose the voice. It was following him everywhere. Suddenly a black figure started to take shape in front of him. It began to engulf him as a sharp pain shot up his body, "NO!"

Kai woke up drenched in sweat! That nightmare! Why tonight? Why now? After all these years…

Was it because of her? Inei Akira. She reminded him of his dark past. His days in the Abbey. Strangely, she did. But why? Those lifeless eyes, he had seen a lot of them in the Abbey. Did she belong to the abbey? No, that was impossible. He had never seen her there before.

After BEGA went down, the Abbey was closed. Boris was arrested. Voltaire disappeared. When Kai turned eighteen an year and a half before, he inherited his Grandfather's fortune and his sins too. He knew he had to make things right. He cooperated with the Interpol, and several other Federal forces to filter the corrupted Hiwatari Corp. The children rescued from the Abbey were given shelter and support through the Hiwatari Trust. In that process he realized Hiwatari Enterprise was not full off corrupted bastards, but had some good people too, who were ready to fight with him for the cause. Not to forget his friends. Ray, Max, Tyson, Kenny, Hillary… everyone supported him and helped him throughout. Ray stayed with him Russia for about six months and worked with him. Judy and Mr. Dickenson had been great help too. The Bladebreakers were now, back in the arena after a gap of two years, now that they had finally fulfilled the task of providing the victims of the Abbey a better life.

He walked towards his desk with a photograph of the entire team, resting on it. A lot had happened over the past two years. But, some things never change. Tyson was same stupid guy he had known. Ray, Max, Kenny, Hillary… they were all the same old buddies! Until today… until the nightmare, until he had met Akira… Why has this uneasiness returned? Why couldn't he sleep peacefully sleep tonight?

It is all in your head master. You're thinking too much, he heard Dranzer's voice.

"I guess I am…" he said, finally deciding to get over it and get back to sleep.

**I've read that a few Universities in Japan have started using the Semester system and not the traditional Trimester system. Sorry if I've got my facts wrong! :)

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