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Mike's POV

How long have I been flying? I had no idea... I'd been flying as fast as I could for as long as I could and now I was... growing weary... Impossible Vampires never grow tired. I thought as a flew as fast as I could... and yet here I was growing weaker... I'd thought on who I wanted to be and who I was the entire flight and I still didn't know what I meant. When I was a human I measured my worth by those around me, how could I not? I'd never learned any different. If those around me didn't decide my worth did I? What's to say I'm not worth everything? Worth nothing? What's it mean to be worth everything and nothing? My weariness was growing nearly crippling, then I felt it... my energy draining from me... I was nosediving, but I was too exhausted to care... a small town was coming in to view, I used the remaining power I had to guide my body in to the forest. Fear was enveloping me. What if I die? What if this hurts? I remembered why I was afraid of heights... it wasn't being high I was afraid of... it was falling. I had no bearings on how fast I was going but I used every ounce of power I had to slow myself down. I saw trees approaching faster than I wanted and a quick snap as I broke through branches then through a tree trunk... and then... nothing.

Embry's POV

"What do you mean you don't know where Mike is! He was with you before he left." I asked angrily Mike had been gone for hours. Felix and Demetri entered quietly.

"So Mike went for a little flight. There shouldn't be any reason to fear... Demetri can find him anywhere in the world." Demetri seemed to focus on something momentarily...

"Well... that's strange..."

"What is?" Zuri asked fearful

"He's... not... active... he's alive... but... It seems like he's sleeping... that doesn't make sense... Vampires don't sleep... his brain isn't nearly active enough. But that's theres something else that doesn't make sense..." Demetri said.

"What?" I asked

"He's in Japan... there's no fucking way he got to Japan in four hours..." Demetri explained.

"So do we get him back?" I asked. Demetri shook his head.

"No... he if can move like that he can fly away just as easily as he did this time... he needs to come back because he wants to."

Mike's POV

I felt drowsy. Was I sleeping? I stretched out and opened my eyes. Immediately I knew something was different. My vision wasn't the same... then I felt a pain in my gut long since unfamiliar to me... then I realized I was missing something core to who I was... I didn't have a hot pain in my throat... I wasn't thirsty. I forced myself to get up as fast as I could which felt much more sluggish then I remembered. Where am I? I wondered to myself then I saw the last straw in the mirror... I took a couple steps closer to check again. No... That's impossible...

But impossible or not, it was. I couldn't believe it. My eyes are brown again.

Demetri's POV

"It is the opinion of Felix and myself that we shouldn't pursue Michael Iverson." I said. Truthfully I believed it was important to bring him back but Felix was more than sure that he'd come back if we gave him time so I deferred to Felix on the matter.

"He is truly a magnificent vampiric specimen... we cannot afford to lose him, especially with shifter coming."

"Yes... but the Volturi has never been slavers." I said repeated word for word the argument Felix brought to me. Aro of course was speaking nearly my exact argument.

"True... but he made a one year deal to stay with us... would you ignore that?" Aro asked. I shook my head.

"No... but if we let him come back of his own free will he will stay much longer than a year." I said. It was at this moment when Felix convinced me it was important to let Michael come back of his own volition. Aro pondered this for a moment, then he smiled at me.

"You doubted his use when he came here... what is your opinion? I know you speak Felix's even now." I nodded confirming his own thoughts.

"I originally agreed with your assessment but Felix knows him better than either of us. He also said that Michael doesn't have a place to go."

"Oh? What about the Cullens?" Aro asked.

"The situation with Emmett and Rosalie is tense at best... at worse Emmett and Michael will probably fight to the death."

"So your assessment is one of the most powerful Vampires ever to exist simply doesn't have a home to go to so he'll come here?" Aro asked incredulously.

"Felix's assessment... besides who is to say that he'll even come back with us?" Aro laughed.

"Don't try to tell me you're worried about him being too powerful for you?"

"You haven't seen him fight... he's growing stronger much faster than we predicted. So we must wait for him to come back."

"Let's hope he comes back before Shifter brings his army."

Mike's POV

Once I'd adjusted to the fact that I couldn't fly... I was... human. No that can't be true... everything I dreamed of... is it true? Even if I was a human it would be bittersweet... I know their secret... The Volturi will either turn me or kill me. What do I do? I need to get out of here... before all these nice people end up blood sucked corpses. Felix wouldn't do that. Wrong... Felix wouldn't WANT to do that... but he'll do as he's commanded. I need to get out of here now.

I looked around the room. Then I scanned it again. Where is Sohi? Where is my weapon? Where the hell am I? I calmed myself down. I knew I flew over an ocean... I could be in Australia or Japan but looking by the architecture I could tell it was Japan. Did you just assess that from what you've seen in Video games? I laughed quietly to myself. In the corner of the room was a folded pile of clothes... I looked down at the clothes I was wearing, they looked dirty and scuffled. I noticed I wasn't wearing socks or my shoes anymore. They were nowhere to be seen.

I paced back and forth. One of the doors slid open. A woman in her thirties. Stepped in. She spoke to me but I didn't understand Japanese. She spoke quickly but I didn't understand her. When she finally stopped talking I tried to explain.

"I don't speak Japanese." I said. She looked at me slightly confused then pointed at the clothes in the corner. I didn't move so she grabbed them and handed them to me. I shook my head.

"No... I'm just looking for my sword and then I'll be on my way." What will I do? I can't fly anymore. She smiled at me patting the clothing in my hand, nodded and left.

"No... I just need my sword and I'll find my way out." How? I have no ID, I have no money, I have nothing but a sword that wouldn't get through airports. I did tell Zuri I needed time to find myself... maybe I should. I sighed and resigned myself to this situation, but I needed to still find my sword to leave. I wore the long loose pants if they could even be called that. I removed my shirt and saw I still wore the battle scars I was adorned with from Xavier. I sighed heavily as I attempted to put the top on but failed.

"Excuse me... could I get a hand?" responding to the noise more than my question the same woman came through the doors, she gasped with she saw the long gashes across my body making a large X and the other scars including one for my whole blade going through. I tried to make it clear with my actions that I didn't know how to put this thing on what ever it was. She helped me slip my arms in and tied it in place.

"So... where you from? Where is my sword? Where am I? What time is it... in Italy? How did you get stuck taking care of me? Is there anyone who understands me here?" I sighed as she simply smiled and nodded, obviously not understanding me at all. She left again. I looked around. Am I supposed to just stay here? What am I going to do, escape? Where?

I took a couple steps back in to the center of the room and started one of my soft martial arts forms to help me calm down. I breathed in deep fingers gently pulling away and stopping embracing the world, pulling it back in pushing it back out. I heard movement outside but continued regardless. The door opened but I didn't stop... if they wouldn't understand me what was the point of stopping. A different woman was standing in the door. If I had to guess she was in her late forties. I finished the form.

"Korean?" she asked. I was hoping she was speaking English then I realized she was referring to the form. I blinked then nodded.

"Yes... the form is Korean." She nodded. I was still not sure if she understood me or not.

"Interesting... where did you learn it?" She asked. I was relieved to hear english, though with a heavy accent I could still easily understand it.

"Soo Bahk Do." She nodded.

"Where." she asked again.

"St. Cloud, Minnesota, United States." She nodded again.

"And how did you get those scars?" I flinched for a moment. I couldn't tell her the truth.

"An accident." I said struggling for a better answer. If I still was a vampire I would have thought of about twenty better answers at once.

"You got all scars in one accident?" I nodded.

"It was bad, my car was destroyed."

"My husband want speak with you... follow." She said at me. I followed behind her noticing no one else wore any footwear either. I followed awkwardly not yet used to the clothing I was wearing. She led my to an open hall four people were fighting, and a fifth in his early fifties was standing watching. I scanned the room taking in the situation. Sitting next to the man watching was my blade and sheath. The men fighting with wooden kendo sticks. The man immediately noticed me from the across the room but didn't move. I waited until the fighting stopped. The four men I realized were students.

"My people tell me you fell out of the sky." He spoke in polished English.

"Do you want to tell me what really happened?" I hadn't come up with a good answer.

"I don't know... Thank you for your hospitality, for the... clothes... I'll take my sword and leave." I didn't dare cross the room, I'd learned in my Korean martial art walking in front of someone was considered disrespectful.

"Hakama." I didn't respond waiting for him to explain.

"The clothing is a Hakama... and this right here is quite a weapon for a boy... you can't be more than eighteen years old." I'm seventeen but I'm not going to correct you.

"I have been told you have scars across your body... scars that I must assume were made by this blade... and not a car accident."

"But the real question is how did you survive, and why do you have them... what's your name boy?" He asked me. I thought long and hard. It would do me no good to give him my real name because he could never know it. If he found me it would only make for more trouble.

"Temper." He smiled.

"An apt name for a misguided youth who likes to fight... is that you." I shook my head.

"No I'm just trying to get my sword and leave."

"Katana... it's called a Katana... I know I've used them, and this one is unlike any I've ever seen... it's not made of steel... it's made of something else completely... but what? I don't know... a white blade... but it must be affective by the marks you have all over you."

"I didn't get them from Sohi." I said before thinking about it. Why lie he knows the truth. He smiled.

"Sohi... Frozen Blade... prove to me that you can use this blade, wield it... and you can have it." He threw a kendo stick at my feet.

"Kaito... test our new student." One of the four who was the smallest stepped forward. He grinned a grin that transcended language... he wanted to beat me badly. I breathed deeply. We both bowed and then the master signaled us to go. Kaito circled me. I had to make this quick as possible, Kaito would know how to fight I was simply swinging a weapon like an idiot. I closed the distance and swung with all my power. He blocked but stepped pass me and my momentum carried me past him he slapped me in the back across my shoulder blades. He's insulting me. He knows nothing about me and he's insulting me.

I turned back to face him and swung again he put himself between my blade and me as he danced around hitting the pommel of his weapon to my nose making it bleed. I've had enough of these insults. I said. He looked at me expecting me to stop coming at him. I smiled evilly as I felt blood running down my cheek and nose and on to my lips. Then I growled at him. I charged at him. He was momentarily put off but he swung at my sword attempting to bat it away. I let go of it throwing him off balance as he swung through it. I open palmed his nose smashing it he stumbled back and I chased after him tackling him. His back landed hard but he protected his head by tucking his chin I took repeated shots to his body which was now open, I didn't know if any hurt him or not I just attacked in a flurry of anger. Then I heard a high pitched sound through the air and felt a hard slap of a kendo stick on my spine. My shoulders pulled back reflexively.

"Stop Now." I heard the master yell. I rolled off him. Kaito got back to his feet sneering at me.

"Why'd you stop us?" I asked.

"Because you stopped playing by the rules."

"I didn't hear any rules." I said

"Yes, but you weren't in control. I can see why your name is Temper... you'll never beat anyone until you stop beating yourself."

"I beat him." The master laughed and shook his head.

"No... to beat someone is to make them know you were the better man... you haven't beaten him... you've just made him angry..."

"Can I have my sword now?" I asked angrily.

"No, you must beat Kaito first."

Felix's POV

Never keep your eggs all in one basket. Interestingly simple concept but isn't that what we've done? Mike is gone and on the whim of a depressed eighteen year old vampire our entire coven lies. Demetri told me that Adrian had been fighting harder, learning faster. His heart wasn't in this until Iverson arrived... he didn't have a pupil to put himself against, but since then he'd been fighting day and night honing his ability... he's now surpassed everyone's assessment of him. Everyone but me. I knew from the way he moved that with enough time and practice, he might be able to keep up with me. I told Demetri that when he changed and it became apparent that he had powers. Demetri didn't see it though, Adrian had no combat training previous to his turning, and he never seemed motivated to get better at fighting before the war. It wasn't that he was lazy... he simply didn't need to, he was one of the best of the Volturi Army and self righteous idiots that we were we thought we were invincible and didn't need to train him up to speed. If I'd spent all my time with him before the War of St. Cloud maybe the outcome would have changed... His unique power gives him short bursts of speed and power only matched by Michael Iverson. He could have killed Michael Iverson and the Cullens would be wiped off the face of the world. More importantly everyone would know that the Volturi were still the unstoppable force that has kept Vampires in check for so long. Michael Iverson can't know it but he's the reason this problem has occurred. The Shifter had harassed the Volturi before the War of St. Cloud but now he has declared war on the Volturi, an idea that not more than decade ago would seem foolish. Maybe it wasn't Iverson's fault... It all started with Bella. We had grown complacent since we acquired Alec and Jane... I knew it immediately but Aro dismissed my fears as foolish. I grew complacent as well. Perhaps the blame is mine, I am the captain of the guard... I should have been more focused.

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Come in." I called quietly. Evelyn Anderson walked in in a rush. There is my primary distraction. At least it was good.

"You're going to want to see this." She said leaving before I could answer. I followed her watching her hips sway with each step. I smiled as she went in to the training room. I wrapped my arms around her hips and pulled her to me hugging her gently. My eyes followed the fight in front of me. It was Adrian fighting Alec and Jane at the same time, much like Mike did in the past. Want to follow in his footsteps? I thought. He moved faster than I had expected, fighting one at a time then moving to the next. He wasn't being careless as Mike was but paying attention to every tiny detail. Whenever they made a mistake Adrian capitalized when ever they pressed their advantage he retreated. Alec and Jane looked to be fed up being made fools of by upstart vampires so they rushed at once. Adrian evaded left then came back as they pasted using his power to throw Jane across the room before catching Alec with a round kick dropping him down to the ground. Adrian grasped for Alec's throat then ran to Jane and pinned her against the wall with a kick effectively beating both at once.

"Well done Adrian... Well done." I said clapping. Maybe all hope isn't lost.

Embry's POV

It's been two weeks since my last attempt to "half shift" or basically become a monster I can't control. I don't remember everything that happened... I just remember fragments... and anger... uncontrollable anger... a deep rage that stirred inert for weeks at a time. Indignant... wronged... all the pain I should have never felt but I feel every day. I was told to let go. How? How does one simply let being wronged repeatedly slip away as if it was nothing? How does one let the person who hurt you just live their life with no regrets for what they did... How can they live happily... it isn't right. I got the short side of the stick and they got their happiness... it isn't right... it isn't right... IT ISN'T RIGHT. I howled in anger letting it all out and in a instant it engulfed me.

Mike's POV

"And our village grows it's own crops and gathers water from the lake nearby. We receive some shipments ever couple of weeks but besides that we're completely self sufficient." He said leading me around. It was beautiful. The air was so clean, it was so quiet, so serene. Some people owned cars, but more owned bikes, and everything about this place seemed so right to me... like I was meant to find this place.

"I've noticed no one beside you and your wife speak English, why is that?" He smiled at me as he continued to walk with me on the calm star lit night.

"It's because our son wanted to learn it and leave the village. He moved to California... he was quite something with a blade... the only person whose ever beat me with one." He smiled beaming with pride.

"He could dance and move with his blade the way his mother did with her weapons, and still move as fast and strong as I ever could. He truly is the best of us." he said still swelling with pride.

"Your wife used weapons?" I asked. He laughed.

"Yes... she was quite a proficient fighter herself... one day I might tell you what I had to go through just to win her hand in marriage." He said with a deep laugh.

"I'm sorry but you never gave me your name." I asked. He nodded and answered my question.

"Hikaru Nakamura."

Hmm Nakamura is familiar... maybe that's because he's not the first person with Nakamura for a last name. So Yes... that Hikaru is exactly who you think he is. What happened to Mike? (I'm open to theories, the more crazy the more fun I'll have answering them) So the last chapter might have been short and took a long time to put out but hey, this one was less than a week later... what do you expect in summer? Remember to give high fives, knucks, reviews, and rolls of twenty dollar bills. Catch you on the flipside.