"How old…" Tama's vampire like sway was now pawing at Ken's determination. He had reached a point of Ken's should that was the easiest to reach, yet hard to penetrate.

He recalled in a gentle tone of voice, nearly wavering in his speech, "He is seventeen and a brilliant computer hacker!"

"What does he look like?" Tama was gentle as he helped Ken piece a possible lead in the finding of Omi.

"He is about five…something…" Ken said he placed a hand underneath his chin. He remembered that Omi's hair was a dark blond and his eyes were china blue. Omi's baby doll face had been one of his best features. He said, "He was dressed in a grey outfit. There was some lace around his neck."

"Lace?" tama asked, not even stopping to ask about the idea of a guy wearing lace collar around his neck. He realized there were Goths running around loose in Tokyo as well as any other large city. He knew about children of the past. The look never seemed to go out of fashion for too long.

"Yea…" Ken said, letting his fingers wrap around his cheek. "That's really not his style. He's more into the urban look; you know…jeans and T-shirt."

"What else?" Tama asked. A brief smile played around his lips. It was like Ken was weakening to this dark stranger's will. Yet, ken's mind had a quick touch on Shuldig. Was Schwartz near by? Ken did not want to put that thought completely out his mind at the time. He had to break free from this stranger and find his way to a phone at least. He hazily thought of Aya. Aya couldn't admit his concerns for Ken, but they both know he was thought of.

Tama had to be fast on the draw. He knew Ken was no normal party crasher. He had an idea Ken could have been from the government or a rival gang of any sort. Tama had to control this one before Ken could escape.

Chronos had been asleep in a field of white flowers. He wondered why he was in there and where was Sister Rosette. He had to wake up soon or he was going to miss a very important event. His mind was wondering what was important event so great not to be missed. He heard a soft hush if the wind blowing in the trees.

A voice began to call his name in a very gentle tone. "Chrono…wake up!" it said.

At first Chronos didn't want to wake up. It was warm and safe to be disturbed. He knew someone wanted him to get up. He murmured with a smile, "Five more minutes…please!"

Then, he felt a hand stroking his hair. It felt so light and inscribable soft that he was surprised when he did opened his eyes to see an angel type creature kneeling down beside him. He yawned slightly as he said, "Hello?"

"Are you awake?" the figure asked, gently.

"Give me a minute…" he smiled. Then, he felt it. He felt the pain of real world hitting him in the chest. He wanted to scream so badly as he awake to the pain, Chrono cried out, "ROSETTE!"

"Uh?" the young nun said as she noticed Chrono screaming awake. Then, she looked at him for a minute. She said, trying to ease chrono's fear, "You are all right!"

Chronos was now sitting up right in a bed. How did he got there, he never knew. Looking around to find Sister Rosette sitting at his bed side once again, he wanted to stay awake this time. This time, Chronos was out of his drug induced twilight state. He could feel pain coming from all points of his body. He wanted to feel the touch of Sister Rosette's hand on his shoulder. He asked, "Where are we?"

"We are in another clinic," sister Rosette was starting to say.

Feeling like he was not any better at this rate, Chronos gasped, "Uh?"

"Yea…you don't remember much. You past out again. We were…" Sister Rosette said as she placed her hands underneath her chin.

"We…" Chronos questioned his friend. "…who are we?"

"You, me and Brother Matthew!"

"What happened?" Chrono tried to piece things together. His memory was horribly scrambled. He wanted to forget everything up to this point.

"You passed out in the panic room!" Sister Rosette sighed. She knew what had happened to the room. She told about the fighting going on between the monks and the demons. It was getting pretty hairy as she and Brother Matthew fled to a panic room below the house the two were staying in until Chrono's health improved. "Then, all of a sudden. A huge boom stuck the sky!"

She was trying to keep thing exciting when she talked. She was now standing up with her arms spread out from her sides. Then, her expression changed. She was no longer in such a cheery mood. "You are so weak. I never see you get so weak. You passed out again at the same time as Brother Matthew…" she broke off. She had enough of the pursuit. She looked at Chrono with fear stained tears. She had seen enough. She had been strong, yet everything was crashing down around her.

"What's wrong…" the young demon asked. He had a feeling she wasn't going to keep her brave act for very long.

"Nothing…" she gasped. Then, she threw herself down on the bed. There was a soft crying gasp coming from her. She wanted to be home. How many times she wanted to be home. Even when she was taken away from her brother Joshua, Rosette wanted to have her life back before all the madness between the holy wars of the 1920's happened.

Chronos felt the pain coming from his friend. He reached over to stroke her on the head. He knew what was going on inside of her. "I can understand…you can talk about it later."

A tiny sliver of hope burned brightly for Rosette. She looked up at Chronos. Smiling, she sighed, "Thanks…"

Then, she wiped the tears from her eyes with a free hand.

Ban was going to see an old friend. He had to see the last person who saw his grandmother alive before she had past. There were many stories that this person had to have in verbal records to pass down to future generation. Yet, this person was a wanted monster killer and was hunted down for many years. Ban had to find this prison before time was gone. He had to contact Paul to find his grandmother's friend. Then, Hevn was use to transport the friend to the Honky Tonk.

The air seemed to so hot which made everyone stick even more. Ban felt the tension being with every passing breath. He had seen this person in a long while. He had to get some information from old sources that were never used when he or Genji were looking for things that people had lost before. This was different. This was stories of the older days even before Ban or Genji were even born.

Genji would see the tension coming from daily commutations bused themselves with their own worlds. Genji turned to look at his reflection in the window of the Honky Tonk. He never asked Ban about his life too much. He knew about Ban's attacks and the connection being Ban and himako. He wasn't going to push the issue of Ban's past. He was just going to help Ban with this twist of the events.

Hevn was driving a car towards the Honky Tonk. She didn't speak to the passenger in the back seat. She could tell the person the back did not feel like speaking. This person was a man who was middle-aged and wore a black kimono. Hevn opened the door and got out of the car. Her concerned look was word enough for Ban. Genji was taking it all in with awe. This was a part of Ban's past that he didn't even know. Hevn fished out a small box from her jacket pocket. She said, "We have to talk inside!"

"Yea!" Ban nodded. Then, he glanced at the car. He locked eyes with his past for a second or two before turning back to Hevn.

The door to the back seat opened and the older man stepped out. He noticed Genji at first. Genji smiled, a little nervous. He said, "Hello!"

The older man nodded before walking up to Ban. Ban remained quiet as he watched the older man approach him. He thought, "He's not that much changed since the last time I saw him!"

The older man glanced at Band and said, "Hello…Ban!"

"Elder!" Ban bowed stiffly at the older man. He didn't smile or even glance up. He waited for the old man to pass. He knew not to cross words with this man. His grandmother had told him stories of this man. He straightened himself up and said, "Let me get the door."

"Fine…Ban," the older man nodded as he watched as Ban ran to the front door of the Honky Tonk. The door was quietly opened and the man stepped inside of the small bar. He said, "Ahh! Mister Wong…it is so good to see you!"

There was an unspoken connection between the older man and Paul. Paul had run into the strange and curious people when he was a younger man. He knew about Ban as a child more or less, yet he never got to meet him until Ban was a teenager. He asked, "Would you like to have a booth to sit at?"

"Yes…this old bones of mines had a long trip!" the older man joked quietly. He reached over to pat his left shoulder with a smirk on his lips. He glanced at Natsumi. She felt the old man's eyes go right thought, around her and back to her eyes. Gasping sharply, she felt a coldness that she had not even touched upon as a child. She tried to force even a small glimmer of a smile on her lips. There was no way she could. He was too powerful of a force to let go that easily.

"What do you like to drink?" Paul asked with a relaxed smile. He knew that the old man was just trying to live for what seemed like century. He had to help Ban and Genji get to the bottom of this mass killings. There were too many people who were dying for no reason at all.

The old man said, "I'll take a scotch…water it down for me…would you do that for me?"

"And what else?" Paul knew that the old man didn't like being out for too long. He had a feeling the old man was taking a large risk in being out between the hours of the daylight left before evening set in.

"Maybe a couple slides of brown bread and butter. I don't get to eat much bread…" the old man smiled shyly. Then, he broke the ice and said, patting his chest, "I have a doctor who doesn't like me eating too much bread!" He laughed a little.

Ban sighed as he walked over to the booth that he and Genji usually sat in while they disgust a case. He asked, "Did you have a hard time getting here…"

The old man shook his head. There were many roads that led to Tokyo. The old man knew every last one. He said, "I had a feeling that I was going to get called in. when I got the letter from you saying about the strange things that were happening…I just had to give you a call!"

Ban did not say a word. He knew the old man was right when the old man was paying him a visit. Even Ban's grandmother had said about getting a visit from the old man was meant for serious troubles which would be laying ahead for the person who called about him. Ban said, "Everything is getting out of hand for the most part!"

There was no cheery or smart remark from Ban as he took a spot opposite from the old man. He sat, peering over his sun glasses. He moved over to let Genji sit next to him. He said, "You know about the old world…don't you?"

Natsumi came over with a tray for the old man. She glanced at Ban and Genji. She asked quietly, "You want anything…Ban…Genji?"

Ban didn't even look up at the young woman. He said with a strangest face, "Coffee…thanks!"

"You…Genji?" she asked Ban's blond haired companion.

Genji seemed to be quiet as he studied the old man. He felt like had seen this man before. He said, "Maybe some Chi-tea!"

"A Chi-tea?" Natsumi repeated the order slowly. Then, she turned to walk back to the bar. She wanted to stick around at the bar. She wasn't scared of the old man, yet she wanted to be at a safe distance if things got out hand by any means.

The old man sat back and glared at Ban slightly. "What are you thinking about…there are still creatures that I needed to you study about…young man?"

"Yea…" Ban sighed, turning his face away from the old man. He was still too busy with his own life to learn about the past. He always was looking for the future and a fast paycheck. He did not to seem like, but he said, "There is so much going on in the city…"

"That you have even stopped learning?" the old man added with a weary glare. He knew Ban hated to study and needed to get Ban back on track. He did not know that Ban was studying a different kind of craft. The craft of getting things needed much gory matter as being the king of the gypsies. He was wondered why Ban stopped his studying. He asked, "Why is it that the younger denotation takes a detour in their learning for other pursuits?"

"Old man!" Ban huffed as he brought both hands down on the table. His feelings for studying were stepped down to the very core. "Why go into the past like this!"

"Ahh!" the man sighed. There was a smile playing around on his lips. Then, he was going to get Ban's goat. "Just checking…I wanted to see if you were on your toes!"

Ban's feelings were drawn out so much that he wanted to scream. Yet, he kept his cool and murmured, "Crazy old coot!"

His turned his face to glare at the wall. He placed a hand on his chin. He had to press hard with the tips of his fingers to stop himself from yelling at his teacher. He wanted to just leave the bar and start some where new on this case.

The old man laughed with a rather large grin. He shook his head trying to keep from egging on Ban. Genji knew Ban's boiling point. He said, "Hey…the case is about…"

Then, Ban swung around to glare at Genji and hissed, "What are you blabbing about!"

Genji tried to smile before showing a little fear. His hands shot up and said, "Nothing…"

"Nothing…" Ban griped as he glared at Genji. He had to tell the old man what was going on or face a possible dire plague of vampirism breaking out in Japan. "Listen…old man…"

"I am…" the old man leaned forward in his seat a little closer. His face drew into a serious appearance.

"There had been stories about strange disappearance and things turning up that even got the police stretching their heads," ban said with a very serious look in his eyes.

"Yes…they don't know what they are really dealing with. People now days are so dumber down that it's danger, "the old man agreed.

"Further on…teens are disappearing off the streets in alarming rate!" Genji added. He had stories from the Volts about hints of even Miss Sakura; MakubeX's own sister could have been kidnapped. She was the nearest thing that MakubeX had to a real family. She was in the many floors on Lower town a daily walk. She didn't think of nothing of it. The person she had seen in the path ways of lower town were friends that she had known since she was a child. She stopped in front of a glass shop to look at the display. She felt a little strange. It was like someone was watching her at a distance. If wasn't for the shop keeping mentioning the outside from his counter. He would not have seen Miss Sakura being kidnapped. He noticed a strange looking figure dressed in grey and green standing off to the side. The owner mentioned to Miss Sakura to enter the shop. He didn't like the people who were standing behind the young and intellect sister of the leader of the new Volts.

When she entered the shop through a large and colorful stained glass door, she turned her head to see a strange looking man with a large scar running down his left ear. She didn't like the man who was staring at her through the shop window. She asked the shop keeper, "Are you going to show me something pretty?"

The Shop keeper said, "Yes…Miss Sakura…you want to see what we have here for the time being?"

When MakubeX heard about a strange creature following his little sister, he became outraged. He wanted to keep all outsiders that he didn't know about from coming in. he wanted to project his own world with all the might he could gather up!

Ban retold the story to the old man. The old man told Ban, "Give a list of all possible leads and stories from the area. That's we will start!"

The night was growing dead for leads. Yohji and Aya were at a huge stalemate. They were starting get to on each others nerves. They didn't want to admit to defeat just yet. The possible leads that they were given by Manx was good, yet the freshness of the idea of finding Omi and Ken grew cold after they had checked out with a fine toothed comb the club that Ken and Omi were last seen. Yet, Aya did not feel like they should running down hallways that were cold.

Then, Yohji had a clue from an old resource from his days as a detective. He received a large white envelope in the mail. He carefully opened it in the back of the shop in order not to cause suspicion. He carefully slid his hand into the envelope with some fear. Then, he gently pulled out a large white folded piece of paper. Then, a smaller envelope nearly slid out with his hand. He said, "What is this?"

He caught the envelope before it hit the floor. He wondered what this smaller package could be. He heard Aya closing the door to the front. He called out to Aya, "Is the coast clear?"

The mob of heartbroken young middle school girl had finally left to the relief of Aya. Aya walked over to Yohji. Yohji said as he held up both the letter and smaller envelope, "What do you think this is?"

"Maybe a clue!" Aya said with a concerned look in his eyes. He hoped it was. Then, he started to head towards the door leading to the down stairs.

"Are you going to contact Persia?" Yohji questioned Aya, still holding the letter.

"Yes…What we haven't got is time!" the redhead said as he was going to figure out what their next move was.

Aya was talking to Manx on his mobile phone. He said, "What we have in our hands is a UBS port!"

Aya and Yohji were now standing at the computer desk with the UBS drive plugged into the computer. There were many pictures and lists of names on one folder. Aya had to shift through to see which one was a possible link to finding Omi and Ken.

"I know that Omi was great on the computer!" Yohji began to say. Then, he knew something about UBS ports. Yet, the gigabytes were another issue. He wondered they had a standard speed size like the old floppy disk. "How many gigs does thing have?" he asked Manx with a sheepish grin.

"I had to view it and it's a three GB port!" Manx said.

"There is too much information for one area to cover?" Aya asked when he heard about the size of the UBS port!

"My source must have gone overboard with this job…" Yohji sighed; he noticed the list of the files filling up a computer screen in his mind.

"Let me find out what is on here!" Aya said. He walked over to their computer with the port in his left hand. He booted up the computer. After a minute of the warm up with the computer, he plugged in the port. There were a few windows that popped up on the screen. He clicked off the windows until he found the right window. There was a large window with a group of file names that appeared. Aya scrolled down to see the right file.

Yohji stopped him and said, "There is something in the name!"

"You want me to click on that one?" Aya asked slowly. It was like a being pulled a string of red thread that was so fine and smooth around Aya's finger, he did not realize what was gong on. He had being controlled by an unseen force as he tapped away at the key board. A dozen or so windows popped up on to the screen. He was stopped by Manx as she said, "Wait a minute!"

"What is it?" Aya asked with is his hands hovering over the key board. He noticed a page with ancient writing with Kenji translations in brackets.

"It's Latin…and extremely old!" Manx said as she scanned the text. She glanced over to Yohji to question him. "Where did your friend say he got this?"

Yohji was a little confused as he said, "I think off the net! There are files of pictures of different clubs…he swears that he saw Omi or Ken in one of the clubs."

Aya quickly wrote down the time, date and possible lead in find. Then, he went back on clicking the keyboard which led to another set of files. He was surprised to see them. It was a page like no other. It was in appearance like a title page of a game or a web-site. He clicked on to a main page. Then, he and the other two were surprised to see the main page of the site. Aya asked, "Is this a gaming page?"

"Don't know!" Yohji shook his head, a little confused.

This was a group of person even Centrica did not know who they were. This was a group who was in the darkness. Yet, this was a group who did not stand in the daylight. They were in plans of sights. These human-type creatures preferred to be in the dark.

"What in the world is this?" Aya gasped in disbelief.

"This writing is very old!" Yohji said as he stared at the screen. He tried to figure out what the idea was of keeping a copy of such old tongue.

Manx a little surprised at Yohji statement asked, "How can you tell!" the puzzled look on her face was just enough for him.

Yohji shrugged and sighed, "The people who made up the game loved to make people work very hard ion getting it right!"

"Yet, there a great detail of work in this simple page of notes!" Aya gasped, looking over at the ideas. He wanted to know what was going on with the group. He asked Manx, "What is our next move?"

"Let me in touch with Persia!" Manx sighed, running a hand thorough her hair. She felt she was a brick wall in this one. She had to recoup and think things over. Persia last just the mind to do that job.

What felt like weeks instead of days, Father Abel was nearly healed? He wanted to get out of bed and find out what was going on with the outside world. He had a bad feeling that he was leaving things behind. He had to get his strength back first. He knew that Sister Ruth was right beside him all this time.

Gen was in the clinic recovery room, he was giving Father Abel a full set of orders in what to do with the rest of his recovery tome. Father Abel knew that Gen was not going to be a push over. The idea of time which was spent in recovery could have been used as finding the beast that hurt him and Sister Ruth.

Father Abel was given the green light to get up and walk around the area of the clinic, slowly. He did not want to push the issue of being helpless with Sister Ruth. Sister Ruth was a tough person at time to cooperate. She felt like Father Abel should take it easy for a little while longer.

When Father Abel was allowed to get finally leave the clinic for just a few hours, Sister Ruth was happy to see him back to himself. He dressed himself in a plain grey shirt and pants. The need of being a person who was a law fighter had not come to teams yet.

Father Abel was walking in the stretches of Lower Town with Sister Ruth by his side. He was taking everything in a slow pace. It seemed like was the calm before the storm. He loved to be at peace with himself at last. He knew Sister Ruth was going to look after him until they were finally given clearance to leave for Rome.

Sister Ruth was told when she and Gen were alone that Father Abel had a 50-50 change to surviving if he kept on using the medicine. His blood count would return to normal in a short time. She was happy, yet was concerned for Father Abel. This was their first time outside of Rome that they were attacked in a violent manner.

Father Abel stopped in front of a little junk shop. There was a set of cheap paintings of the rural scene. It looked like a small farmer house outside of the Rome. He gazed at it for a few seconds. He had longed to go home. It was a short period of time that he had been on this time stream. Was he just plain existed from this fighting? Then, he had a gnawing feeling. It was gut telling him that things were not all the way done. He needed to fix the problem and soon.

"Father Abel?" Sister Ruth asked with her eyes fixed on him. She wondered on what was going on with him. She knew that Father Abel could be easily distracted from everything.

"What?" he asked, he quickly pulled himself away from staring into the painting. He didn't want to drawn away. He felt like he wanted to go home. He was always on the move since his young days. The idea o roots were still unheard of to this young priest.

"What are you looking at?" she asked with a curious glance. She noted that the good father was slightly home sick.

"A painting. It looked like someone had painted a little bit of a country side…that's all!" he sighed in a distance voice. Then, he smiled softly. There was a hint of being at one with one's self. He knew if he could help out in finding out who was behind the kidnapping or the even the risk of finding a killer of the innocent, then maybe Father Abel could find peace with the rest of the world. The idea was a tall order to fill for him alone. "I have a touch of homesickness when I see the painting. I hope everything is all right!" he said with a soft lilt in his voice.

Sister Ruth looked at the painting. She had wondered if Father Abel was telling the truth. Yet, she was homesick too. She had missed going to mass every night for a long time. She had gotten use to being in the church with the others. She had snapped out of her funk if she was going to help Father Abel. She forced a grin on her face and said, "Why don't we go to this shop!"

She had pointed to another shop that sold glass ware. The idea of just looking around was a good idea. Father Abel could not say no to just looking around. He said, "The glass shop…why not!"

Chronos was now strong enough to stand on his own two feet. He was trying to figure out what was going on with Sister Rosette. There was something inside of her heart that was troubling him. Was he so scared about what had just happened to the both of them that he wanted out?

Yet, he and Sister Rosette were now in the thick of things. Sister Rosette told Brother Matthew about what she was learning about the evil in this day and age. He and Sister Rosette had been staying with a group of people who almost acted like her own order of Magdalene. It had felt so strange to be in the early part other 21st century and be still using the same idea of putting evil out of sight for good. Certain things had never changed in nearly ninety years.

They were staying in a seemed to be a very tiny hotel room. A radio was playing song which Sister Rosette or Chronos had not heard before. She sat on a small sofa with a newspaper in hand. She had read some local news about a shop opening up in a new part of Tokyo. Chronos had been involved with a wooden puzzle that looked like a set of sticks that were held together by magic.

There was a young man with a beard and glasses that had been at a desk at the far end of the room. He was studying a note he had recovered over the phone. He was talking to someone over the phone about the note. He wanted to make sure that the note was real or not. He said, "I have seen things like this before. Yet, this the first time I have been in one!"

Then, he looked up at Sister Rosette and Chronos. He went back to his talking on the phone. "No…it was only on theory!"