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The arbitrary forest Rachel found herself in was quiet—deathly quiet she would go as far as to say, but that was to be expected these days. It was a rare sight to see much life in such a habitat due to the rampant Seithr that still stubbornly clung to such places. Anything that still managed to survive in these desolate woods would undoubtedly be horribly mutated by the invisible poison that blanketed their world. It was also due to this fact that made Rachel question why should would ever be checking such a place for her lost sword. It took someone of a high caliber to traverse these locations—someone like her or Valkenhayn, and as such the chances of finding any other intelligent life was low. Though she supposed that someone who would go so far out in the middle of nowhere, not to mention strong enough to move that battered slab of metal, should be able to survive these environments as well.

This is what she continued to tell herself at any rate. Anything to keep her from feeling like a lunatic at this point.

She continued to drift through the trees, carried by a magical gust of wind, until she found an ample branch to make a temporary perch for herself. Part of Rachel was nagging her to keep on moving—to continue until she found her prize, but the more sensible part of her insisted on taking a break. She had been at it all day, and aside from the fact that teleporting so consistently was no easy task, it wasn't as if she was in the best of conditions when she began her search this morning. Now the combination of her constant lack of sleep, the emotional stress, and now the frequent teleporting was a tall order even for someone of her station. After the brief mental back and forth, Rachel decided to listen to her body for a change and took a seat on the branch. She could use the time to breathe and hopefully calm her mind a bit.

Rachel did feel like as though there was something she could gain from searching such a location, though she knew not why. There was something almost nostalgic about exploring these secluded backwoods that made her believe that it was a familiar setting whenever she dealt with her mystery man in the past. She allowed herself a moment to stop and close her eyes and wonder what kind of things they might have talked about before. Out of all the things Rachel tried to recall about that man, the things they discussed was near the top. Considering how she found everything in her life to be so dull, she imagined her and this man must've talked about some interesting things. Yet no matter what possibilities she tried to consider nothing at all came to mind, though it was of no surprise to her at this point. It seemed all she could do was go off feeling as of late—rational thought apparently having abandoned her months ago.

Her mental health was something she knew she was going to have to consider more and more if things carried on the way they have been. She feared that a failing memory and increasingly frequent headaches were a warning sign of much greater problems to come. Although, worrying would merely compound the problem, Rachel told herself. Now she needed to focus on what she stopped for in the first place—namely taking a minute to rest. Closing her eyes and breathing deeply, Rachel lost herself in the sounds of the forest. The gentle rustle of the leaves coupled with the occasional chirping of birds did calm Rachel's nerves slightly, she could admit.

"Ugh, the rabbit?"

Rachel's eyes shot open and she leapt to her feet when she heard a voice call out.

"Who goes there?" She called out. "Show yourself at once."

No matter how she strained her eyes, she could only see so far through the trees, and as a result saw no one at all.

"What are you doing here? Go home already!" The voice echoed once more.

"Come out!" Rachel took off from her spot with a burst of wind, never minding the direction she was heading it—she just had to move. She propelled through the trees with a mighty tempest, knocking branches from trees and scattering leaves all about. She felt as though she was prepared to raze the entire forest if need be, for there was no chance it was just some stranger calling out to her by mere coincidence. Rachel only stopped when she broke into a circular clearing in the trees. Spinning in her spot in the air, Rachel looked for any possible signs of whoever it was calling out to her, but was once again met with nothing.

"Please... Anyone!"

"Rachel? That you?"

Rachel whirled in place to and beheld a certain someone she did not expect to see, "...Jubei?"

Indeed, down below her, also having just entered the clearing, stood one of the few she would call her ally—Jubei. The old cat observed Rachel curiously through his one good eye, clearly taken aback after hearing Rachel of all people screaming in a forest. He approached the center of the clearing with a slow pace aided by a walking stick, as Rachel lowered herself to the ground to greet the warrior properly.

"Greetings, One-Eyed Lotus." Rachel did her best to address Jubei in a typical manner as to regain a sense of normalcy and more importantly divert his attention from her little episode.

"Always with that name..." Jubei muttered, "Where have ya been all this time? It's been months since anybody has seen ya, last I heard."

"Hm, never you mind, Jubei. Each and every one of us have found our own way to busy ourselves as of late, and I merely decided rest would be the wisest decision for myself."

"Fair enough. I can't really fault ya there. Although…" Jubei eyed Rachel, "Was that you yellin' yer head off a second ago? What's got ya so worked up?"

"That..." Rachel honestly was unsure of what to say. Clearly that voice that called out to her was not Jubei. It was a bit gruff like his, yes, but not nearly as aged or deep either. It was far more abrasive, but not in a way Rachel would have called unpleasant. No, if anything when she heard that voice it made her heart leap and gave her a sense of comfort she had not felt for months now. She chastised herself for allowing herself to be so disheveled and not listening more carefully to it because now it was already gone as if it were totally a figment of her imagination. It was clear that Jubei had not heard it himself, so that did not bode well for her mental state. Deciding it best to keep the strange occurrence to herself, Rachel replied, "It was nothing, Jubei. No need to worry yourself with my affairs."

Jubei regarded Rachel a moment before nodding. "If yer so sure then."

"And what of you? What brings you so far out into the wilderness?" Rachel was eager to change the subject.

"Heh, yer talkin' like I need an excuse to go gallivantin' around. But if yer askin' about a destination... I'm heading for the church."

Rachel needed no further explanation as to what the purpose of his trip was. That church is where the remains of the Black Beast were sealed away, where Celica lived, and where the memorial for both she and her sister Nine stood. Much of Jubei's history was tied up in that single spot, so Rachel knew he must have made a point to visit it at least on occasion when his wander lust didn't drag him back out into the world.

"If you would prefer, I could always teleport you as to save you the trouble." Rachel offered.

"Nah, I'm fine as is. Legs might not be as good as they used to be, but I still love a good walk. I appreciate the offer, though."

"Passing on a favor from me? I don't give them out lightly, you know?"

"Ha, ha! I said I appreciated it, didn't I?" Seeing the vampire turn her nose up at him set Jubei's mind at ease. It was the same old Rachel after all.

"So long as you understand the gravity of what you are relinquishing." Rachel said as she turned away. Jubei might have been one of the few individuals she did not mind partaking in conversation with, but she still had work to do. "I will not hold you up any longer then. Enjoy the remainder of your walk, Jubei. Give them my regards as well."

"Will do, Rachel. I appreciate that, too." Jubei gave a light wave over his shoulder. "Take care of yourself, and try not to be such a stranger, ya hear?"

Rachel intended to end the conversation here, but there was something gnawing at her mind. Jubei had been her ally for longer than anyone, save Valkenhayn, as he was employed by her father himself so it wasn't odd to feel so familiar around him, and yet there was something else. She felt as though there was another part to their shared history—something missing. Yet another piece to the puzzle she was sure pertained to the man that owned the sword. The rational part of her mind reminded her that chances were abysmal at best, but she was still compelled to ask regardless.

"Jubei?" Rachel called out.

"Mm?" Jubei stopped and turned to face Rachel once more. "Somethin' else on yer mind, Rachel?"

"Yes..." Rachel caught herself trailing off, though she did not mean to. She did not want to admit it, but she was nervous as to what Jubei's answer to her question would be. She was sick and tired of having her hope stomped into dust time and time again. Having every lead come to a dead end did the spirit no good.

"Rachel? Ya sure yer okay?" Jubei had known the vampire for many years, and it was readily apparent to him that something was clearly wrong after all, and yet Rachel wasn't giving an inch. At least that much remained the same about his old comrade, he mused to himself.

"Yes, Jubei, all is well. Now, there was something I must know. Have you… Have you ever felt as though something important were missing? A person, or rather a man to be specific?"

"Huh? What are ya trying to—"

"Please." Rachel stared Jubei down with the same indifferent mask she always wore, but her shaky tone betrayed the urgency she felt. Jubei knew not to take such a tone from someone like Rachel lightly, so with a single nod, the cat lowered his head and did his best to think over Rachel's question.

Had something, or rather someone, truly been missing in his life? A man specifically?

His gut response was a simple no if he had to be blunt. He had lost a few dear friends, that much was for sure, but it's not like anyone was missing—certainly no men, either. His closest male friends aside from his own late brother were Hakumen and Valkenhayn, but Rachel surely wasn't referring to either of them. That, in fact, was the other detail Jubei knew he had to consider. It wasn't just a man that he would find important, but one that Rachel would. That alone would shorten the list considerably as far as he knew. The only two people Jubei knew Rachel without a doubt cared for was her father, Clavis, and Valkenhayn. Barring a couple of individuals she considered acquaintances at best, there was no one Rachel would so openly deem as important to herself personally. He knew she wouldn't want to hear it, but he only had a single answer.

"Sorry, Rachel, nobody comes to mind."

The response that was to be expected, truly. Despite the fact she had tempered her hopes accordingly, it still bothered her a bit to hear it put so plainly.

"I see, thank you." Rachel floated a bit up into the air to continue her search. It wasn't necessarily bad to have a polite conversation with the old cat, but Rachel decidedly wasted enough time on menial chit chat. "I apologize for the repeated delays. You may be on your way now. Good day to you, Jubei."

"Hey, Rachel."

Rachel paused her ascent for a moment, "Yes?"

"Don't forget ya got people on yer side out here. I understand if there is certain business ya feel ya need to handle yourself, but remember ya don't have to go in alone. All ya need to do is ask, and we'll be there to help ya." Jubei turned and began making his way through the trees once more. Jubei called over his shoulder, "Just thought ya could use a reminder. Take it easy, Rachel."

And with a wave of his paw, the retired hero faded from Rachel's sight.

Drifting to the nearest tree, Rachel found a proper branch to make as a new, temporary perch once more.

Rachel chewed over Jubei's words as she watched the sun beginning to set in the distance. Why not just ask for help? It was such simple, yet sound advice—so very like Jubei, and Rachel expected as much from him after knowing him for so many years. In truth, Rachel had considered gaining the help from those she would call her allies months ago to help search for the man who owned that sword. It made sense to pick the brains of everyone she knew to see if maybe someone remembered something if nothing else, but when the thought crossed her mind it felt wrong. Aside from the fact that if Valkenhayn couldn't recall someone close to her then surely no one else could, there was just no one besides her loyal butler in the world she trusted with something that felt this intimate to her. Rachel worked with many individuals before, but that was all business, while this was very personal. Even among those she would bestow the title of ally upon, she didn't feel she was able to rely on anyone

Nevertheless, the man was one thing and the sword was another.

Even though she didn't want anyone encroaching on her business involving the blade's owner, the blade itself didn't bother her nearly as much. Even so, she certainly planned to be discreet to keep anyone's involvement at a minimum. Now it was just a question of who would she get to assist her. Rachel supposed she could catch up to Jubei and explain the situation to him. No, she didn't want to bother him with such an issue, she told herself. He has been on the job, so to speak, for over one hundred years now. With the battle finall over he deserved his peace more than anyone. The second candidate that came to mind, however, might actually be of great use. In truth, they weren't someone she particularly wanted to deal with, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

God help them if they managed to annoy her while in this mood though.


"Ugh…come on already. Isn't there an end to this?" Kagura groaned to himself as he sized up the still massive pile of paperwork that made a tower on his desk. He was happy that they successfully managed to restore balance to the NOL and were on the fast track to an unprecedented time of peace and all, but did it really require so much paper pushing? All this time in the office was seriously eating away at his once glorious social life. He didn't care how many legendary heroes, corrupt gods, vindictive boyfriends and husbands, or angry fathers he had to face down—he would do anything to get out of his stuffy office for so much as a single night if it meant getting some ass, getting shit-faced or both.

Kagura sighed and leaned back in his chair to stretch out his stiff muscles. All he wanted was a hard cup of sake and the company of a pretty woman…

"Kagura."

"Hm?" Glancing down at the feminine voice that interrupted his thoughts and was graced with a thankful, but shocking sight. "R-R-Rachel?!"

"Eloquent as always, Mr. Black Knight."

"Whoa, whoa, hold up for a second, is this for real?" Kagura jumped from his chair as he paced around his desk to stand before Rachel. He looked the vampire over, and save the more casual clothing she was just as he remembered her. Still, he had trouble believing she would just appear out of the blue. "You really are Rachel? I'm not dreaming here?"

Kagura tentatively reach a hand out, as if to confirm that what he was seeing was the genuine article and not a hallucination of his lonely mind, but had that hand viciously swatted out of the air by Rachel's smaller one—the force of her palm on his skin making his knuckles crack.

"I don't recall ever giving you permission to lay so much as a finger upon me, you cad." Rachel spat. "Remember your place lest I remove your arm from the elbow to see such a mistake never happen again."

"Mmhm, yup, definitely Rachel…" Kagura muttered.

Although, even if he would never dare say it out loud, Rachel's simpler attire was giving Kagura pause. Not because of the clothing itself, but what it was allowing him to see. Now it was no secret that Kagura was a lover of all body types, but even he had a favorite and he absolutely wasn't expecting Rachel to have it. The vampire clearly wasn't aiming to show off, as her clothing was still perfectly modest to most, but without her layers upon layers of skirts, Kagura could see Rachel's true figure as clear as day and knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was thick.

"Goddamn, babe…" Kagura couldn't help himself, but he was at least self-aware enough to mind his volume. He knew he would be facing an instant death sentence should he get caught, but he found himself tilting his head ever so slightly to try and catch a glimpse of what the Vampire Queen was working with.

"What may I ask are you doing?" Rachel questioned, breaking the man out of his fantasies after noticing his queer behavior.

"Hm? O-Oh! Uh, nothing! Just surprised to see you, that's all…" Having been so thrown by such a bod, Kagura completely forgot who he was dealing with and reminded himself he had to do a better job minding his manners.

The older woman rolled her eyes. "If you are quite finished with your antics, I had something I needed to ask of you."

"Wait, let's back things up a minute here." Kagura folded his arms as he leaned against his desk, his casual calm returning to him. He had no problem hearing Rachel out for sure, but he had questions of his own. "You disappeared without a word for months, and then you just pop up out of the blue like this? We were all worried about you, you know? Why didn't you bother contacting any of us all this time?"

"Oh? Is that so? You were all worried for me?" Rachel feigned interest.

"Well…yeah? We're your friends, aren't we, Rachel?"

Such a notion was nice, she supposed, but also a bit odd to her. If she was being perfectly honest, she didn't particularly care for anyone she had worked with over the years—even her closer comrades that earned her respect such as select members of the Six Heroes. Of course it wasn't like Rachel would ever wish harm upon anyone who didn't deserve it, but as far as she could recall she never gave the impression that she was anyone's friend.

There was no one on this Earth that she tolerated enough to invite over for tea, to put it in her terms specifically.

"Hm," Rachel hummed noncommittally. This was not a conversation she was looking to have regardless, but especially not when there was work to do. "Either way, that does not give you carte blanche to pry into the business of a lady. I was tending to my own affairs. That is all you need to know."

"That's…fine, I guess." Kagura couldn't claim to know Rachel the best, but he knew when not to challenge her on things—which was most of the time. "Well, what brings you out to my neck of the woods then? You miss me? Because I can definitely clear my schedule if you are looking to catch up."

Rachel wasn't sure what disgusted her more, his suggestive tone or the wink he threw in. The idea of teleporting as far away as possible didn't sound too bad right about now. She could even whip up a nice little whirlwind on his desk as a parting gift. Alas, she knew the black knight was her best hope. There was no one else in the world who possessed an innumerable amount of resources at their fingertips, nor someone so willing to help a woman in need, so Rachel decided she would just have to grit her teeth and bear with it.

It did not mean however that she was the least bit happy about it, though.

"Bite your tongue, Mutsuki. I am not here so you may stroke your already over inflated ego. I need your assistance in locating a particular sword that was taken from my possession." Rachel explained.

"A…sword? What do you need a sword for?" Kagura had to admit it wasn't the first thing he would guess Rachel would need help in finding.

"What I need it for is none of your business. I have not the time, nor the patience to loiter around your office, so will you help me or not?" Rachel snapped.

That was a reaction that threw Kagura off. Despite not speaking with Rachel much in the short time they knew each other, even he could tell something was off, for if there was one thing he had an eye for detail for it was women. The vampire was always the calmest person he ever met, and that list included a beastkin who taught herself to turn off her emotions for crying out loud, but this was a very different Rachel standing before him today. She seemed very frazzled to say the least—if her particularly short temper was any indicator. Kagura would even guess that she was lacking sleep based on the way she was carrying herself. It was plain as day that something was distressing Rachel, and Kagura would be damned if it wasn't going to do everything in his power to help her.

"Chill, Madame Rachel." Kagura put on his best soothing voice as he took a step forward. "I was just a little curious, that's all. Of course I'll help you."

"With no strings attached?" Rachel didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but this was Kagura after all.

"Nah, nothing like that. We are friends after all, right?"

"I…suppose. Thank you, Kagura."

"It's my pleasure, but if you really wanted to, you could answer one question for me."

"And what might that be?" Rachel sighed.

"Nothing much, just a little curious what the deal is with this sword of yours. That's all."

Rachel regarded Kagura for a moment. To anyone else it would have been a rather simple request, but to Rachel it felt at least somewhat an invasion of her privacy. The personal goings on of her life were only for her, and at most Valkenhayn, to know. Even so, so long as she kept it vague, Rachel did feel compelled to speak for a change. Just saying it aloud will help make this whole situation feel more real, she told herself.

"If you must know, the sword belonged to...a dear companion of mine. Someone I am not currently in contact with, and sometime early this very morning it was stolen out from under my nose." Rachel explained. "This blade is currently my only connection to him and it is vital I have it returned to me as soon as possible."

"Someone dear? To you?" Kagura probably should've reigned back the disbelief in his tone, but he really was surprised. Understandably surprised or not, it didn't stop Rachel from glaring at him. "W-What I mean is, uh, whoever this person is they must be pretty amazing! Anyone I might know?"

"I can't imagine." Rachel could only answer so much and still be honest. The odds were that Kagura didn't know this man anyway.

"Well, why don't you tell me about them? Could help in tracking the thing down, don't you think?" Kagura pressed. He wasn't going to say it to keep Rachel from slapping him silly, but he had to admit to himself he was a tad curious how he would stack up to a guy that Rachel considered dear.

"…All I can say for sure is they are a man." Rachel was actually beginning to feel embarrassed. This whole ordeal must've sounded rather ridiculous to anyone other than her.

"That's really all? Like, seriously?" Kagura didn't make Rachel feel any better with the obvious disbelief dripping from his voice. "Because I'm not gonna lie, Miss Rachel, that—"

"And what of it?" Rachel had more than enough of idle chit chat with the young revolutionary and was ready to complete the task she came for in the first place.

"N-Nothing! Nothing at all!" Luckily, Kagura got the message loud and clear.

"Good," Rachel said as she stepped forward. Producing the picture she drew of the sword earlier from her pocket, Rachel held it out for Kagura to see. "This is exactly what the weapon looks like down to every nick, scratch and imperfection. Will this suffice in aiding to my search?"

"Yeah, just give me a second." Kagura took the picture from Rachel's hand and stepped around to his desk. He started up an Ars Magus scanner attached to his computer as he reviewed the sketch. "Damn, this is good. Didn't realize you were such a talented artist, Milady. Remind me to look you up the next time I gotta get one of those silly portraits done. I'll even let you pick the pose."

"Understand this, Kagura, I can tell you are quite desperate for a mercy kill to escape your multitude of work, but I will not accommodate you until after you exhaust your use to me."

"Ah…remind me to stay useful then." Kagura muttered. Apparently Rachel was flirt proof.

Thanks to the quite literal magic of modern technology, it only took a mere moment for Kagura to have the image saved on his computer. Lifting the paper from his scanner, Kagura returned the picture to Rachel. She was quick to fold the drawing and return it to her pocket.

"So, what's gonna happen is I'm going to circulate that picture among my men posted at all stations, NOL Branches, the whole nine yards. I'll make sure that if anyone sees that thing that I know about it a second later. How does that sound to you?"

"Perfect." Rachel had to admit it, when the man applied himself, Kagura could get work done.

"And just to be sure, do you know anything else that could be helpful? Anything besides that it's possibly a male subject we are watching for here?"

"Unfortunately, no." Rachel murmured. "I would estimate is that it is likely still in the Ikaruga territory, if you don't mind utilizing my assumptions. It was not stolen too long ago, so the perpetrator should not have been able to make it very far."

"Every little bit helps, Miss Rachel, and don't you worry either. Just count on your man Kagura to get this taken care of."

"I didn't come to you to hear big talk, Kagura. I am here for results."

"And you'll get them. As soon as I hear word of it, so will you. Oh!" A noticeably happy realization plastered itself across Kagura's face as he gave Rachel another wink. "Of course, if I'm gonna contact you I will need some digits, right?"

Violence was never the answer, Rachel had to remind herself. No matter how easily she could kill Kagura on the spot and escape scot free, such an action would simply be counterproductive. This was all to find her treasured sword, and hopefully, mercifully bring her closer to finding the owner of said weapon as well. Kagura sure seemed to be making it a point to push her today though.

"Give me a piece of paper and pen before I regret it." Rachel said through gritted teeth.

Within a millisecond, Kagura produced a tiny black book from his pocket and placed it on his desk after flipping to an empty page. Rachel apprehensively took the pen he held out to her and quickly jotted down the numbers necessary for reaching her. Rachel closed the little booklet and held it out to Kagura, but drew it just out of reach before he could grab it.

"If you, for whatever reason, attempt to contact me for any other matters then ones pertaining to this sword at any time ever, I will send Valkenhayn to castrate you personally. Am I abundantly clear?"

"Crystal," Kagura grinned, clearly undeterred as he grabbed his book back. He certainly wasn't planning anything nefarious, but Kagura could take some pride in having the personal phone number of the Queen of Vampires.

"For the sake of Valkenhayn's time I certainly hope so." Rachel said as she slowly distanced herself from Kagura and his desk. "Also understand that this is a very private matter for me, Kagura. Excited though you may be, I expect you to keep my business to yourself. I don't need anyone else prying into my affairs."

"Your wish is my command, Miss Rachel. Though if I may ask, what exactly are you going to do now?"

"If you must know, which I shall stress you don't, I will be continuing my search."

"What? Why bother? I told you, my boys got this. In fact…" Kagura's tone was light and playful as he hustled over to a minibar he kept in his office. "Why don't you hang around for a little while? Everybody needs a some downtime now and again, right? Check it, I'll pop open a bottle of wine, I'll ring Hibiki to whip us up some food, and I don't mean to brag but I've been told I give a hell of a shiatsu massage that is out of this world. So, why don't—"

"Mutsuki."

"Yeah?"

"Truly ripping out your tongue will suffice in providing me mild stress relief, correct?" Rachel had had more than enough of the colonel to last several thousand time loops, and if she was going to get any use out of him she would have to leave immediately or she really would bludgeon him to death.

"Y-Yeah... I'll shut up. Sorry about that..." Kagura didn't even realize how badly he lost his cool. He supposed his long drought of contact with women compounded by Rachel's well above average looks and surprising figure left him a little wound up. "Although, if you don't mind, do you have a second for some advice?" Kagura offered.

"If you must..."

"Go home and get some rest." He stated.

Rachel stared curiously at the man and was mildly surprised to see how serious the black knight looked.

Kagura continued. "I don't know if this is just a one day thing or not, but you seem pretty exhausted. Like I said, just trust me and I'll make sure things get handled. Someone as beautiful as you shouldn't be running herself ragged like this after all."

Kagura certainly meant that last part as a compliment, perhaps hoping to lift Rachel's spirits a bit, but she was more annoyed than anything—as anyone else might have guessed. Still, there was some truth to his words. Months upon months of searching around prior notwithstanding, this day alone had left her quite drained. If she was going to stay even remotely sharp in her search, a quick power nap would likely do her some good.

Sparing Kagura a final glance, Rachel said, "I do hope my trust is not misplaced, Kagura."

And before the man could offer a reply, Rachel was gone and found herself in her room once more. She approached her window and looked out at the full moon shining down on her. As nice as a bit of rest sounded to her, Rachel knew there was a good chance it would avail her nothing. If her nights as of late were proof of anything, it was that receiving a proper rest was a challenge in and of itself. Stripping off her clothes and slipping into nightwear as she approached her bed, Rachel could only hope that a sound sleep was waiting for her.

Even better if that sleep was accompanied by dreams of him.


#HACKEDBOI! YO IMMA BE LOST AT SEA NEXT MONTH WITH THE CRIB AND SINCE THIS NIGGA CANT EDIT FO' SHIT AND I GOTTA DO ALL DA HARD WORK THE NEXT CHAP AINT GONNA COME OUT FOR A LITTLE WHILE SO PEACE OUT.