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Passing of Information

"Tell us what you know." Gwendal ordered, his eyes not wavering from the silvery haired man who was calmly sipping his tea at the small outdoor café table.

Gwendal felt a restraining hand on his shoulder and knowing that it was the Daikenja's way of telling him to sit and be calm. He sat, his irritation rising when the silvery haired man chuckled softly and adjusted his near black sunglasses.

"So direct and to the point," The man spoke gently, sipping his tea once more before placing it gently onto the saucer. "Don't you want to exchange pleasantries first? Or at least spend a few moments with our tea?"

Gwendal noticed how tense the Zero pair were towards this man and knew that he should be handling this with more care and grace that was fitting of his status.

But this is about finding Ritsuka, Gwendal reasoned knowing that he could not contain himself for another moment.

"Not that we want to seem rude, sir." Murata cut in, giving a warning glance at the older Mazoku. "But we are slightly on a tight schedule and we really would like to find our friend again."

The man swirled his tea for a moment, humming his understanding before taking another drink and placing his china onto the elegant table and reaching for an envelope that had been concealed within his coat. He twirled it through his fingers for a moment, before sliding it across the table.

"Very well." He spoke formally, any trace of humor that had been in his frame vanishing as he leaned back into his chair and picked up his tea once more."Here is all we know on Seimei and his fighter, Nisei."

Gwendal reached out to pick up the thick envelope, but was beaten by the dark haired teen. Murata leaned back into his chair and broke the seal on the envelope and pulled out its contents, while skillfully dodging the glare that was being shot his way by the fearsome general.

"This is it, sir?" Murata asked in a slightly confused tone, his eyebrows scrunching together as he looked at the silver haired man.

"Please call me Ritsu." The man stated with a smile, ignoring the question and the looks he was getting from the others at the table as he raised his cup to his lips once more, "Or Professor if you prefer."

Murata handed the documents over into the awaiting hands of Gwendal, whose face became stony as his eyes traveled over the pages. He attempted to not clench his fist in his rage, controlling his breathing as he passed the papers on to the curious Zero pair who shared the pages between them.

I have forgotten, Gwendal mentally seethed, cursing his more scattered mind tendency of late. I cannot read the language of this world. This is beyond frustrating!

But a thought struck him that caused him to turn his attention to the glasses wearing Mazoku that sat next to him, when did Daikenja learn to read this language?

"There is no address!" Youji and Natsuo exclaimed in unison, slamming their hands onto the table and their ears flattening to the sides of their heads in their distress, and affectively startling Gwendal out of his thoughts and back to reality.

Gwendal's keen eyes swept over the small café, noting how their table had begun to be noticed by other patrons and how whispers about their loud outbursts. But his eyes quickly snapped over to the silver haired man who had set down his cup and raised his hands in a universal gesture of surrender.

"Peace," His smooth voice tried to sooth the fiery emotions that were blazing just below the surface."There is no address for we are still looking for their whereabouts. Seimei is a crafty individual; most likely he has charmed his way into some unexpected household. Or maybe he has a place under a false name. We are still uncertain."

Gwendal couldn't hold his tongue anymore. He leveled the other man a slightly desperate look, his eyes glowing blue, as he hissed out, "Is there any idea where they could be? Even if it is just a whisper, I would rather be out seeing if it is true instead of sitting around waiting!"

There was a long silence at the table, making the tension noticeable to all other tables in the area. Gwendal started into the dark lenses of the others glasses, unable to see the eyes that were behind them. But as quickly as the atmosphere had become stiff and stifling, it was broken when the man sighed and reached into his jacket pocket once more. He drew out a small slip of paper and once more set it in the middle of the table, Gwendal's eyes slowly settling back to their normal color.

"I can't promise anything." Ritsu warned, drawing back to his original position. "But this was the address we received from a source about a week ago. We were investigating other locations first so we haven't gotten around to this one yet."

Gwendal reached out and dragged the piece of paper closer to himself; leaving it on the table this time for all to see the neat handwriting spelling out a single address across its smooth surface. Memorizing the strange characters to memory incase he were to ever come across them again.

"If you want you can go and see for yourself."

Gwendal glanced up at the other man, he didn't know why but having this 'address' seemed to be exactly what he was looking. He felt the need to get to his feet and run in whatever direction this piece of paper was pointing him in, knowing somewhere deep inside his heart that it would lead to his missing Sacrifice.

"Thank you…"

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Nisei cursed under his breath, lowering the binoculars from his eyes and glared at the silver haired man. He recognized the address that had been scrawled on the small slip of paper and the small energy spike that had occurred just a moment before the paper was shown.

"Where in the world did he get that?" he snarled, activating his fighter abilities when he recalled the order that had been given to him by his Sacrifice before he had left and feeling a small stir of hope at the thought of fighting someone powerful.

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Natsuo gasped when he felt the presence of another fighter in the area. His hands flying up to his head at the pain that suddenly assaulted him as his eyes screwed shut as well.

Where did he come from? He whimpered mentally, sensing that the other was charging up their attack and doing the only logical thing.

He grabbed Youji, not noticing that the other had been trying to speak to him, and swiftly dragged him under the table as he ordered, "EVERYONE GET DOWN!"

Natsuo absently noted that Gwendal was also holding his head as the taller man knocked the dark haired teen to the ground as well. Just then a blast of flame hit the table, pushing it off the ground and causing it to smash into the building behind them.

He quickly scanned the area, noticing the screaming civilians who were fleeing the area and the professor laying on the ground with a silver cane rolling away from their little group. Natsuo continued to look about and find the fighter who had decided to attack them, but he could not pinpoint the individual.

"We need to get out of here."

Natsuo turned his head to the dark haired teen of their group, noticing the calculating gleam in his black eyes.

"We are too vulnerable here and too many innocents as well." Murata continued to speak, pushing Gwendal away slightly before standing to his feet. "Now, let's go!"

Natsuo could see the reasoning behind the command and quickly got to his feet, pulling a protesting Youji with him and quickly followed Murata's lead through the crowd and away from the café. His head pounded for a moment, his senses telling him that the aggressive fighter was hot on their heels. He looked over his shoulder and spotted Gwendal bringing up the rear, supporting Ritsu on his shoulder and dragging him along with them.

"Turn here!" Youji called to Murata, drawing Natsuo attention back to his Sacrifice and being tugged to the side alley to their left. "There is a park that is normally disserted; we can face our attacker there!"

They ran for another few moments before entering the expansive park, all panting at their exertion to make it to a safe fighting location away from prying eyes. Gwendal gently released the silver haired man, who slid to the ground where he sat breathing heavily.

"Get out of here, Gwendal. Murata." Natsuo ordered the older duo, his head aching in pain from the approaching fighter unit.

The two looked at him as if he had gone mad, which brought out a small eye roll from the younger boy.

"Get out of here!" He urged again, making a shooing motion with one hand as his other sought out his Sacrifice's hand. "Go to that address, it is on the east side of town, just past the railroad tracks."

"We will not leave you here!" Gwendal spoke forcefully, turning his attention to Murata as if to ask for backup to his statement.

Youji rolled his eyes before answering in his normally snappy voice, "Just go will you. We can handle ourselves."

"Plus," Natsuo cut in, his eyes firm on the old General. "If he was so willing to attack us in public means that the address must lead to something important."

Natsuo watched as the General's face remained emotionless, but his eyes flickered through too many emotions to be certain of what he is seeing. He watched as Gwendal opened his mouth in what looked like to be a protest, but the Murata's voice quickly interjected, "He is right, Von Voltaire-kyo."

Natsuo watched as resignation filled the older man's eyes, giving the older man a smile of encouragement.

"Go and save Ritsuka."

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I know, it is a little short... But I just don't want to start explaining the battle only to stop halfway through! I just have way to many evil plans that need to be worked out first. Happy New Year to all! Please review to tell me what you think... or how much you hate me for dragging this out. ^_^