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Chapter 10 - Flush Her Out

"Things," the black haired girl said, "are starting to get interesting, Abhor." Turning to face him, she jumped off the balcony and onto the roof. "Come, Abhor. We must tell Daddy of today's events."

"Yes, my Mistress," the boy smiled, closing his eyes. "It was a smart move of you, to rid yourself of a pawn and bare the rook." A ripping of cloth sounded the air, and Abhor's true form appeared. A Douji, with bright seafoam green eyes and bluegreen hair. Green eyeguards appeared near the farthest corner of his eyes, two crescent moons connecting to look like gills. His top was a navy blue V-neck shirt, the V reaching all the way down past his chest. He wore a dark grey hakama with a lighter grey sash. A single strip of cloth hung from it, and a silver shark gave him his name.

Abhor, the Douji of Hatred.

"Why, thank you, Abhor," she said, twirling herself around.

"But are you sure Seiba will be happy?"

Immediately, the girl spun to face him and glared. "Daddy will be happy, he's always happy with what I do."

"If you insist, Risa-hime," he sighed, picking her up bridal style. Jumping off the building, he placed his power in his rocket boosters, and they flew off.

"Well, Seiba," a voice said. "What's your next move?"

No words or sound of any kind came as a reply, and it seemed like the question would go unanswered. "Master?"

"What will be next?" a deeper voice spoke. "What will be Tansen's next move?"

"If you pardon me," a boy, the voice from before, taking a seat in the light. "It is your move, Master. Take your time, and please make it a good one."

"I have nothing to worry for, Tumult" the man replied coolly. "Everytime Tansen pushes his girls, I recieve more pawns. It's not kidnapping if they come to me of their own will. There's only one plan of action to do."

Tumult raised a bloodred eyebrow at his Master. "And that would be?"

Ignoring his question, Seiba continued. "They work like a well oiled machine, smoothly and efficiently. Ri Tsuka, a ninth century girl with telepathy. Dante Anderson, a clairavoyant girl from the seventh century who's visions are only half right most of the time. Yutaro Shan, twentieth century decipheror of dreams." Pulling a manilla folder out of his briefcase, two photos gently fluttered to the floor. One of a girl with long black hair and hazel eyes, the other with shorter black hair and dark eyes. "Kia Kachikawa and Ko Urakani."

"Tumult!"

Immediately, the boy straightened up. "Yes sir, what's your order?"

"Ko Urakani. I want more information about her. Who is she, where she's from, retrieve it all."

"Yes sir." Turning to leave, Tumult smirked. 'Everything is going as planned. Take out the king, and the others will fall. Risa better stick to her orders and finish her job.' He began to feel another evil Douji's presence growing slowly. Another one was with him, a dark and malevolent female one.

Appearing at the window, he could see Abhor and his mistress Risa silently crawl through. "How'd it go?"

"Meh," Risa stated, shrugging her shoulders. The boy scowled, and he knew Risa did something she shouldn't have.

"What happened?"

"I had Abhor push Ko in front of a semi-truck because she said I wasn't Kia," she answered nonchalantly, as if she was talking about a assignment for school.

Instantly, Tumult backhanded the girl and sent her flying. Risa let out a cry of pain as her body made impact with the wall. "You fucking moronic bitch!" he shouted. "You knew that we were looking into her as a possible piece to use!"

He could sense Abhor coming to attack him from behind, and he turned. Blood red claws ripped through the thin fabric of his sleeves, and efficiantely tore the other's gauntlet in half. It now hung in two limp V shaped pieces. "You two never deviate from the plan, ever! Unless you want me to suck you both dry, you will not disobey orders again!"

"Yes, Tumult," Abhor apologized, clinging to his now useless arm.

"Now here are your new orders," Tumult growled, glaring at Risa. The girl simply glared back. "I've been sent to find information on Ko Urakani. If she truly is dead, then you both will face Seiba for insubordination. For now, flush out the Kachikawa girl, and bring her out of her hiding hole."

"Understood," they replied simultaneously.

Plopping himself down in a chair, Tumult could feel the violent glee bubbling in him Seiba had made a promise to him for the Kachikawa girl, and waiting for her to be delivered to him on a silver platter was almost too much for him

Beautiful, glossy black hair. Gorgeous hazel eyes. He couldn't wait for the screams of their "passion" to echoe off his bedroom walls. To get his claws inside of her and tear her apart. And then he would make him watch.

Vice abruptly sneezed, feeling all of the functions in his body stop temporarily. His eyes snapped back open, staring off into the distance. "Well, that's never happened before," he mumbled.

The door creaked open, and Jealousy stepped into the room. "Anything?" Vice asked.

"A little, but barely," the pink and blue Douji answered. "There's another scent with it, and we might have found another evil Douji with it."

"Meaning?"

"The one who's most likely hunting Kia is indeed a Douji Master, and has an evil one, that being said."

Heaving himself off of his bed, Vice removed his human clothing and dug out the ones for his Douji self. "Going to go try to look again?" Jealousy questioned.

"Yep. I want the other sins to look for her, too. She can't have gone far," Vice ordered. "And find Tansen. He has to be behind this, and I want information. I don't care if he has the Dolls, find a way to get answers."

"Yes, Vice." Opening the window, Vice looked around to make a quick judgement between the ledge of the sill and the ground. Pushing himself up, he slid out the window and took off.

Golden eyes glanced around the city, monitoring every man, woman, and child. Kia could have been in a disguise, but the fading smell from her hiding place before was fading, and not even Edile was able to track her across a busy city during rush hour.

There were only a few questions in his mind that needed answering. Where was Kia, who was hunting her, and who was this new Douji?

"Risa, this is dangerous!" Abhor whispered, trying to change his mistress' mind. Risa was currently dragging a bloodsoaked rag across the ground in the dark alleyway. Kia Kachikawa's scent was almost inexistant, but it was still there. Any slight smell would help her.

"I don't care," she snapped. "Fucking Tumult wants me to find her, I'll find her. I fucking hate him."

"I know," he agreed. "I hate him too."

"I hate her too. So if I want to find her like this, then I fucking will." Finishing the design upon the ground, she stepped back off to the side. "Abhor, do me a kindness," she said, holding out her arm. Following her order, the Douji slashed a deep gouge into the skin, fresh blood dripping onto her runes.

"Demon of the blackest night; I send you out, but not to fight. Come on forth to take a smell; I call for thee, Dog of Hell." she mumbled the chant, closing her eyes. Abhor slipped behind his mistress, knowing exactly what she was calling for. A rancid smell started to fill the air, and the small Douji trembled. Two dark eyes opened in the darkness, darker than even the sheerest black.

"What you smell here is of a girl named Kia Kachikawa," Risa stated boldly, not showing an ounce of fear towards the creature. "Track her down and disable her, but keep her alive. Bring her back with you."

Abhor heard a loud huff of air, and then it was gone. 'I'm not one for helping people,' he though, 'but I hope that that Kachikawa chick doesn't meet this thing.'

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