The house is beautiful. The front hall has an open way to the living to the right and the kitchen to the left. The living room has a connecting room that can be used as an office. The front hall then goes a guest bathroom stretching to the back where the closet with the water heater and an emergency generator stands to the left. To the right is the back door and laundry room that connects to the office.

The stairway in the hall leads upstairs to six different rooms. Opposite to the stairs is the bathroom with a tub and a shower. A bedroom was on each side of the stairs; these bedrooms had a bedroom on the opposite side of the hall. Given that everyone that lives there has super hearing, all rooms in the upstairs are sound-proof. Each bedroom has a small balcony. There is a pull-down stairway in the ceiling to get to the attic and roof. Lastly, an empty room is at the left end of the hall has no real use yet.

Ritsu takes the room left of the stairway. Shiro takes the right. Across to Ritsu, Takano takes that room. Haitani gets the one across Shiro's.

The wolves spend their time unloading things in their rooms. It only took the hunters twenty seconds. It was like the trunks projectile vomited wardrobes, clothes on hangers, desks, and sheets. They all attribute to filling the living room with furniture. The wolves hang photos on the walls then head upstairs.

The hunters are currently in the kitchen. Sorata is lying on the new living room coach. Ritsu sits at the dining room with his book. Anyone can notice his seething aggravation. Shiro, with his trunk following him, stocks the cupboards.

"Enough with the vein popping. Trust me, it will be fine," says Shiro without looking to him.

Ritsu frowns at him, "How can you be so sure? They obviously hate us."

"It's too soon to say something like that. We need to get to know each other first. Besides, Haitani seems to want get to know you." The devious way he says that last part gets Ritsu riled up. Shiro doesn't stop there, "Who knows? You and Takano might just become BFFs."

"NOT A CHANCE IN HELL!" Shiro snickers. Ritsu takes a breath, "Look, I have always trusted your judgment. You never steer us wrong… However, I need to know how you are so sure that they're not a threat."

Shiro's stocking hand freezes then sets a oatmeal box down on the counter. Ritsu starts to worry. "The reason is because those two are from the Saga clan. I knew it the moment I learned their species." The Saga clan is an old clan that has never meant any danger to humans. Therefore, hunters have never really had problems from them unless their conflicts with other monsters endangered innocent people. A good thing too, since the clan members have been feared for centuries.

Ritsu takes this as quite a shock. "I had no idea… Oh damn. I can't believe it."

Shiro finally turns to him with a serious expression although his hair hid most of it. His tone is stern, "Believe it. Not only that, you should know that our victory was assured only because they were in their human form… Had they had fought us in their second form, there was big chance we could have lost."

Ritsu is terrified by this. Shiro has always been capable of reading battle scenarios almost perfectly. If he believes it, it is usually true. He takes notice of how he made Ritsu feel. He gets all flustered from guilt swinging his arms about, "No wait– I didn't mean we would lose one-hundred percent. Come on– I may not have been able to beat them, but you would certainly win. When it comes to raw power and talent, no one can hold a candle to you," Ritsu starts to get his smile back from Shiro kind words. Shiro is now ecstatic, "Not to mention that kickass fight. You were going all silent, cold Terminator on that guy. I went all ninja with the tomahawks. Takano's punch goes right to my gut. I go flying–Then I slingshot right back and 'Pow' right to the face. HA! Then the look on his –Well, you couldn't see his face what with it smashed in. And the thing where I threw the spear at Haitani –that expression just screams 'OH SHIT!'"

Ritsu laughs as Shiro talks. The way Ritsu just lights up makes it all the more fun to talk about. Shiro continues, "See? You shouldn't be worrying over this. Things will–GAAHH!" He covers his hidden face while he blushes bright red, "What are doing!?"

Ritsu is confused until he realizes that Shiro wasn't talking to him. He looks behind to see a pissed off Haitani walking into the kitchen, shirtless. It was a shock meeting a chiseled torso and toned set of arms. "I wouldn't celebrate just yet. You owe me a real fight." He overheard everything. What's funny to one person can be just a mocking insult to another. He comes over and drops the knives he pulled out of his body onto the table. He gives an irritated grin, "I believe these are yours." Nervous, Ritsu gathers them in hand. They disappear under his hands.

"Let me just say I'm sorry about how this whole thing turned out. Aa-and I'm sorry if I ruined your shirt. Shiro can wash and mend. He's miraculous with sewing." This sincere apology really got to Haitani. It's hard to stay mad at a cute face.

"I-It's quite alright–"

A third voice comes into the conversation, "No it's not. You didn't do anything wrong, Ritsu. This all started when he attacked first. He should be the one apologizing to you." Haitani's eyes light yellow at Shiro. The guy had returned to stocking the cupboards without making eye contact.

"You know what?! You are really–"

"Want some tea? I have the stove heating up." Shiro interrupts generously. That weird goofy smile shows up again. Haitani forgets his anger. This guy has seriously got to be bipolar or something.

"I'll take you up on that." Takano comes in with a new grey shirt and jeans. Ritsu is now more nervous having him here. If what Shiro says is true, then that makes this guy Saga Masamune. This makes him the successor to the clan's head.

"Alright. How about a peach zang? It's strong, sweet, and a good wake-up call." There are no objections.

Takano and Haitani sits at the table. Takano asks, "So, where are you guys from?"

Ritsu tries to stay composed, "We were born here over three-hundred years ago. It has just been a long time since we lived here."

Takano raises an interest. "That must mean you two are from one of the clans here. Which one?"

Ritsu is scared to say, but the truth will come out eventually. "…The Oda clan." Now the wolves are shocked. A respected clan of hunters that have maintained balance between humans and monsters since Japan's beginning.

Takano connects the dots, "I see. Ritsu and Shiro. I knew those names were familiar… No one has heard anything about you two in over two centuries," he has his full interest in Ritsu, "I figured Oda Ritsu would be tougher." Ritsu pops a vein.

"Pfft." The three look to Shiro who was shaking as he was restraining any laughter. Haitani asks what he was laughing about. "You guys haven't even seen a fraction of what Ritsu is capable of. Being our front lines officer, he tore through entire armies without a sweat."

Haitani never has been one to bother with hunters. Frankly, he doesn't care. He scoffs, "Well, I don't know about that," he leans in close to Ritsu, "but if you want to really break a sweat, I can definitely help with–"

It happened in an instant. Silver threads appear and latch to Haitani's cheek. They extend out to join into a cable that ends at the stove. Haitani is tugged out of his chair. He pulls back yet no effect. His hands pass through the cable when trying to grab it. He only manages to grab the stove's edge, yet his face continues to be pulled toward the hot stove top. The heat rises to his cheek as the tugging ceases over it.

"Shiro, stop!" Ritsu protests that there's been enough violence. Takano just stands up. Energy balls hovering over him ready. He is unable to see the threads, only that Haitani is hovering over the stove now.

Haitani looks over at the man. Anger was brimming inside him. Shiro was filling a kettle at the sink. He turns to Haitani.

The tone is menacing, " I know exactly who you are. Can't even control yourself in your werewolf form. You attack us and expect things to go steady– I don't think so. You're going to have to earn my trust before you can get close to either one of us… And whatever you're thinking about with Ritsu, never going to happen. Ever."

That moment, the silver cable fades. Haitani , who has been pulling his head this whole time, falls backwards. He hits the back of his head on the table. Shiro places the kettle on the stove top, smiling.

Haitani pulls his wolf claws out. Takano's energy forms into a ring that cuffs the clawed hand.

Haitani hollers, "Stay out of this!"

Takano states, "I figured you wouldn't want to lose that hand." He turns to see a sword's hilt at Shiro's side. It disappears when Haitani's claws retract.

Shiro leans onto the counter, "I must say I'm impressed with your abilities. Takano– converting potential energy into a false solid kinetic energy. It's a shame it must take a lot of focus to manifest it though. Leaves you in a opening for a second. Although that makes it a very resourceful ability. Haitani's is the one I'm really impressed with. You reshape matter down to a molecular level – No. That's not right. That ice was instantaneous. That's why it actually hurt Ritsu, because it gave his body no time to adjust to the temperature change. A solid, steel sword becoming flexible as paper. Something like that just doesn't happen naturally without be heated near its melting point. The simplest way I could explain it is that you cause natural occurrences to happen in unnatural ways. You, sir, are quite the rarity despite your undisciplined use of it ."

Takano releases Haitani's hand. "What do you mean by that?"

"I am merely saying he is not pushing his powers to their limit. He can't alter magic imbued matter like our weapons… It also seems that the more complex the elemental structure, the less likely he can alter it," He turns to Haitani, "I mean you couldn't affect the tree I pinned you to. Guess that means organic matter is too complex for you."

Takano is impressed that the guy figured all that out so quickly in battle. "You really are a force to be reckoned with. You were once Oda's top strategist… I must say it is better to have you as an ally than an enemy." Otherwise, he just might have killed me.

Shiro lowers his head with shame, "You shouldn't leave out what really makes me 'famous.' I did start the Calamity back then. I'll never be forgotten for that."

Then Ritsu catches Shiro rubbing his eyes under his hair. "Are you tired?"

"No, I'm fine. Just–" He yawns.

Ritsu is bothered now. "I knew it! You overexerted your limit with the void. You need to rest."

"No way! I need to finish unpacking, set up security, and map out routes in Tokyo. There is no force on Earth that… can… make me… stop."

He slides his foot too far. He starts falling. Haitani's arm is just close enough to grab. It makes no difference since he begins to fall too. There is screaming followed by a crash. Ritsu and Takano scurry up to see if they are okay.

Shiro groans, "Well that sucked."

Haitani does the same, "Dammit." He pushes himself up off Shiro. It is a shock that he feels worry. "Hey. Are you alright?"

Shiro looks up. Haitani's bare, broad chest was right over him. Shiro's face turns red; he lets out a gasp. He's not comfortable with this.

"Did you hear me? Are you alright?" Haitani is irritated now. He puts his hand under Shiro's head to pull him up. There was something raised on his head like a line. Haitani's fingers ran over this rough line of skin. Something raised and ragged. Suddenly, Shiro lets out a horrific scream. An uppercut to the cheek sends Haitani into the ceiling. Shiro backflips out of the spot as Haitani falls back down.

Shiro tries to slow down his breathing. "I… I-I think I will lie down… Sorry!" He runs around the table and past Takano. Ritsu is distressed that he doesn't know what to do right now. Footsteps are heard going up the stairs.

If Haitani was pissed before, this is a new level never experienced before now. "SON OF A–THAT'S IT! NO ONE CAN POSSIBLY LIVE WITH SOMEONE SO F****ED UP IN THE HEAD! I'M GONNA–" He turns to meet Ritsu's Belladonna. There is a gleam in Ritsu's glare.

"If you even joke about hurting him, I will end you THIS INSTANT… It's not his fault he's like that. You have no idea of the hell we've been through. You don't know anything!"

He wanted to attack, but that glare felt hazardous any closer. Haitani calms down. He knows staying angry will make him go full werewolf.

Ritsu lowers his gun, "We're so tired of having the Association control our lives. Those hunters– They don't see us as people anymore. Just weapons they need to keep under their thumb. So, we became deserters. We stayed hidden these last couple of years. We tried not to get involved with the magical world, but it just keeps pulling us back to where it's like we're trapped." His voice was slightly breaking, "I … we just want to live normal lives. Please… we have nowhere else to go."

This was painful to hear as Ritsu sounded like he was on the brink of tears. "Excuse me." He grabs his book and walks up the stairs.

Takano looks to Haitani, "Thanks a lot, dumbass." Takano really wants this to work despite how strange they are.

"Come on– How was I supposed to know he was mental?" He rubs his cheek as the tissue was healing.

"You honestly don't know what happened to them two hundred years ago? Idiot!"

These small rants just continue when there is a whistle. Takano grabs the kettle. He sees that Shiro already set up four cups.

He sighs. At least someone should enjoy it. He made the effort.

Another chance will come.