The lights of the city sped past her, as her eyes watered and hair whipped behind her. She tried to take in the signs of stores and city markers, but tears blurred her vision. Kyoko's teeth chattered and her body shivered, but she still clung on to the man's jacket for dear life.

If she didn't find Tsuruga-san after this excursion, she'd find a way to get to LME and wait for the president at the front door. Kyoko cried as she imagined his face.

"You lost Ren?!" President Takarada's furious face enlarged to epic proportions. Looming over her, his tongue waved like a snake and strangled her."You lost my number one actor?!"

"NOOOOOOO, I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!" Kyoko repeated assumed a flat dogeza on Lori shagged rug, but the eccentric president merely turned away.

"You must commit seppuku for your sin!"

"I WILL, I WILL! I'M SO SORRY!"

Kyoko found herself in hakama pants and a white robe, on stage at the front of President Takarada's office. The room was filled with angry faces. Yashiro-san shook his fist at her, as the Darumaya couple cried silently in the background. Hizuri Kuu shook his head, muttering over the crowd. "How could my sweet Kuon mess up so badly? He is not my son." He turned his head away in shame. A small blond girl in a black mask walked toward her. Maria bent low, and presented her with a golden tray, a small sword on top.

In the background, Fuwa Sho laughed, beating his leather black wings.

Her tears intensified, as she mentally started listing her will. She would definitely leave all of her Tsuruga dolls to Maria, as well as all of her black magic items. She hoped Maria wouldn't hate her enough not to accept them. Moko-san, well, she'd leave all of her acting training supplies. She didn't think Kanae needed them, but she might appreciate having an extra set of textbooks, school uniform and such.

Pulling into a dark alley, she noticed that the speed of the bike had decreased significantly. The leader had his eye caught on something along the side road, and her eyes looked to that direction. There was an afro'ed man, crawling out from behind a trashcan. His suit's dress shirt was the same colour as the leader's bike, and the beaten man held up his arm. The leader turned his bike to the side and stopped abruptly.

"Aniki….please, help me…"

"Who did this?" The leader turned off his bike, and knelt down by the man's side. He carefully turned the man over. His face was bloodied, and his eyes were barely open. Kyoko's eyes caught his own. His coughed up, and begun to speak.

"His face, those eyes, he's like…a black hole. A master…of death…" The bloodied man rolled and collapsed at the foot of the bike, his breathing labored. A spirit flowed from his mouth.

Suddenly, a single engine roared to life. Taking off, Setsuka peeled away, leaving a tread of burnt rubber and stunned faces.

"My bike!" The leader jumped to his feet. "Find this man, and that girl! Find them both!"

Engines roared to life, and split off into different directions down separate alleys.

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longer than usual random ramblings you can skip: Kyoko's characters are like an arsenal of weapons. You can pull them out and interchange them when necessary. Tee hee.

Some chapters I look forward to writing more than others. Chapter eight was one, and Chapter ten and twelve are already mostly planned. This one was simply the journey it takes to get from Point A to Point B. It probably disappoints a lot of you, hoping to find out what happens to Ren. I'll be switching back to Ren next chapter.

I have some more tricks up my sleeves. The writing bug has gotten me again. I heard some great songs that remind me of Sho (Especially Tangled by Maroon 5 "And I've done you so wrong/ Treated you bad/ Strung you along/ Oh shame on myself/ I don't know how I got so tangled").

I also received amazing lovely reviews from both fangirls and fanboys (they exist!) and seriously, seeing a new review is like seeing a new chapter has been posted in my favourite fanfics. I got so excited that I decided to post this chapter early.

Chapter 156 came out today, and I realize that as soon as I get a better grasp on the official "Setsuka" Ms. Nakamura plans for her manga, my story will be shot to hell. I hope to have it done before the next chapter