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Youko felt his eye twitch in irritation. There was no way she escaped again, it couldn't be possible. Shoving Tobsha out of the way he entered her room. It was just the way it'd been when he left. Everything placed neatly in stacks, folded, closed. Slamming the closet door open a growl rippled in his throat. He proceeded to do this to the bathroom as well. He was barely aware of Kurone entering the room, Shaga tucked neatly at his side. She seemed extremely confused, but Youko didn't care. He wasn't going to question her right now. Quickly be began rummaging through everything, looking for some sort of hint, any kind of clue. The once clean room was now officially strewn apart and getting worse as time went on. Glancing at the floor Shaga couldn't help but notice a small piece of paper. Slipping out of Kurone's grip she picked it up. She didn't inspect it much, the moment she saw Youko's name on it she panicked.

"Youko."

He looked ready to kill as he turned towards her. His eyes however lightened up when he saw her hand extending the piece of paper. Slowly he unfolded it, there was going to be a reason for this. A good one at that. She'd promised to stay, so she wouldn't run away…right? However what he read was not what he wanted to see at all. If there was ever a thought that passed through his head, it wasn't this one.

"Youko, I can't stay here. I need to go home. This place is not my home, it never will be. I belong back in Tourin; I belong back with Jiro and his gang. We both know this, its just time to accept the facts. Perhaps our paths will meet again. – Tora"

Another loud snarl ripped from his throat as he crumpled up the paper. Stalking out of the room he went straight for the magenta haired girl. It was her duty to watch the door; it was her duty to make sure Tora didn't leave. And she'd failed. The fear was slowly creeping onto the girls face, it was apparent to him. But he didn't care; he could careless what she thought. Reaching foreword he greedily took a handful of her hair. Snatching it back he commenced to drag her down the hall. He didn't care that she kept apologizing, kept asking him to let her go. Hell Youko wasn't even sure when she'd tripped. All he knew is that he was dragging her, and wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Rounding the corner he took the exact same path he'd taken nights ago. The night Tora had fled the first time.

The girl's apologies were becoming more enthusiastic and fearful the longer he walked. He wasn't in a hurry either. Youko was letting the anticipation build, letting her imagination run wild as he rounded a corner into the kitchen. It was still early in the day so all the staff were there staring wide eyed. He'd paused just for a moment in the doorway to look at each of the faces before continuing with his path. Right out the backdoor he was immediately hit with a strong scent of honey. He knew it was coming from his favorite guard plant. A plant that actually seemed quite harmless to those who didn't know better. Stopping in front of said plant he turned Tobsha around so she could take in its appearance. It was a rather large, beautiful plant. It had rosettes of spoon shaped leaves sprouting from the center. The plant seemed to swirl out in a way that some might say resembled the sun. Each of the spoon like leaves had red tentacles sticking off of them, a slick substances covering them. At the end of each tentacle seemed to be a drop of dew. White flowers were scattered on tall scapes within the plant.

"The Drosera Spatulata, it's a type of Sundew plant that originates from south-east Asia in the human world. It's typically a rather small plant but because I've been growing it with my demon energy for years it has flourished."

Yanking the girl up some more, he could see the fear written clearly in her sapphire eyes. But he didn't care. Right now he was too angry to care about her fear or about anything else for that matter. His blood was boiling in his veins and pounding its way through his entire body. Youko's hands were even shaking slightly from the anger and possibly the anticipation that he was feeling.

"The honey scent you smell is how it attracts insects in the human world. They are drawn towards the smell and mucus glands. One would assume the mucus was there to cause the insect to stick," Youko turned his face towards the woman, a sinister smirk slowly appearing on his face. With a hearty shove the girl went tumbling into the plant.

"But in truth the mucus removes itself from the tentacle completely to cover the prey. As the insect tumbles about trying to escape it finds itself running into the other tentacles, until it has accumulated so much of the mucus that it eventually drowns itself."

Turning his back to the woman he walked back into the fortress. His ears twitched occasionally, picking up the sound of gargled screams. The sound made his heart flutter; most it would make them ill. Kurone was waiting just outside the kitchen, his arms folded firmly across his chest. Youko knew he should probably pay more attention to his partner but he couldn't say he really wanted to. His mind was reeling with this betrayal. Shaga was still tagging along behind the bat, like usual. Before Tora was around she had followed him around like a lost puppy dog. Now that he'd thought about it, that's why they had found her.

The pair had finished raiding a village for no particular reason. But when the townspeople retaliated they did as well. It wasn't long before they had murdered the entire village. The screams echoed in Youko's mind, making the memory that much stronger. It wasn't until they were a good while outside of the village that they noticed her. She'd been stumbling along behind them the whole way. Her demon energy was small, hence why that hadn't noticed her. She was young then with the same large crimson eyes. Her hair was lighter then though, almost a lilac color. Since that day she'd been with them. It didn't matter that they were the reason she was an orphan. It was someone to be with when she had nobody left.

The pair followed close behind the still angered fox, Kurone knew if he didn't find a way to distract his friend he would continue to brood on Tora's absence. Just as he thought they all walked into the office where be began to pace. Muttering stupid things under his breath, things about how he should have noticed sooner. How he could be so ignorant. Glancing next to him he saw Shaga shifting nervously. She'd already told him what she thought about this, and he was certain she would bring it up soon. Though Kurone thought it was much too soon for her to tell him this, he figured there was no stopping her. Her ruby orbs flickered to his for a moment before she spoke up.

"This must be some sort of trick."

Kurone stiffened when he saw his friend stop his pacing. Glancing at the girl his eyes showed the hurt turning in them, though his face was stoic as ever. Gently he reached over grabbing the woman's arm in a light grip, simply as a reassurance. "This isn't like Tora at all," Kurone noticed the fox flinch at her name and let a soft sigh slip from his lips.

"And what is like Tora, Shaga? How do you know everything we've learned about her isn't a lie. It's best we place her out of our minds and move on."

His voice was calm, secure, in charge. Like always. But it was apparent that the fox was going to have the hardest time placing her out of his mind. Shaga went to reply before Kurone gave her arm a squeeze. That statement was Youko's way of ending the discussion. If he wanted to act as if Tora never existed Kurone would assist him in forgetting. Slowly he slipped away from Shaga before going to the board on the wall; the different colored tacks always pissed him off, though he'd never tell his friend that. In fact he wasn't quite sure why it pissed him off so much. Probably because of how standard it was. Glancing back he saw Shaga had escaped the room and Youko had taken a seat behind his desk. You'd think that the sight would come as a shock to him. But it didn't. All situations were handled the same, well normally. A well thought out plan or forgetting it ever existed was the fox's solution to everything he couldn't overcome or understand.

"Perhaps we should move the date of the mission up."

Violet orbs watched as gold glanced up, the confusion was apparent in his eyes. He needed the distraction it was fairly apparent to Kurone. If it took him all through the night he would set everything up to where they could leave early in the morning without any hesitations. Though he was sure the fox would help with everything, his whole heart and mind probably drowning in the idea of a heist to fill that empty void that he was probably feeling. Kurone's stomach sank a little at the thought of Shaga leaving. He wouldn't be able to stand himself with out the fire apparitions scent filling his nose, her kind smile danced in his mind. Shaking the thought from his mind he ripped a book down before dropping it on the desk. Flipping through it he found the page he was looking for. This trip was going to be well worth their efforts no matter what it cost.

"When do you suggest we leave?" His voice sounded hollow. At least to himself it did. Youko didn't know what was going on with him. He honestly shouldn't care that much. So she was gone. He'd just go back ot the way he was before she arrived. It was probably better off that way.

"At the latest tomorrow morning." Youko raised a silver brow at his friend proposal but couldn't really disagree with him. It sounded like a good idea to him.