“You heard me…the idiot. Just when I was going to tell him…” Patricia trailed off in mid sentence, quite angry. She was angry at several things—herself for one. She poked her glass of sherry with a straw, hoping that it would ease her mind. It didn’t. Neko hadn’t come back in a while, either. She was very worried now. She sighed and banged her head against the table. Life was so unfair.

Jason sat on his seat, a little confused about everything so far. Ever since New York and arriving here in Egypt, everyone was a lot more subdued…except him. He looked at his drink, flicking the glass to make it vibrate, creating ripples in the liquid…distorting his image in mere half seconds. “Aw…well…I think it’ll do those two some good…who knows…maybe they can work out their differences…of course…there’s still the little matter of Amelia…”

Halley looked at them in interest. “I overheard Yama muttering about a girl once when I accidentally walked in on him in the bathroom during Christmas…I think it was Amelia…so tell me…who is she?” he asked. Walked in…more like barge in. That Yama took a long time in the bathroom…and he always came out looking twice as rugged.

“A girl that we met here in Egypt…” the blond man explained, taking a sip of his drink. “We hired her as a guide of sorts…and she ended up joining us.” He took a breather. “She really was a sweet kid…would’ve been the Cat’s age if she were still alive. A light classed fighter, too. Had a thing for Yama…don’t know if the kid ever liked her back though….I guess he does now…” He shrugged. “She died some time back…which is why we broke up…it used to be…Yama, me, Amelia and a girl named Jessica.” He paled visibly at the last name before shaking his fear off. “Man, was that girl nuts.”

“Who? Amelia?”

“No…Jessica. Damned hybrid…she’s a crazy woman I tells ya…crazy.” Jason shivered and rubbed his arms. “Just thinking about her makes me scared.”

Halley and Patricia looked at each other, smiling in amusement. They were both wondering the same thing. Jason? Afraid of a girl? Oh, the possibilities. They were going to ask him about her.

“Jessica…the last member of your group is she not?” Halley asked. Jason nodded.

“Yeah…she’s partly Chinese, a bit of American and a whole lot of scary.” He said, shivering again. “Did you know that she can hide one hundred and eight different weapons inside her clothes? And she wears skin tight ones, too!”

“Well, I thought a man like you would love a talented woman like that.” Patricia commented, very amused. “She sounds absolutely charming.”

Jason looked at her like she had just grown a foot out of her head. “You wouldn’t think so if you actually met her…”

“Met who Jason…?” asked a sly voice, full of mockery and laughter.

All three blonds (including Halley, his hair isn’t that white just yet…even at his age), turned to look at the person who was speaking to them. It was a young woman, dressed in red Oriental clothes that reminded Halley of what Zhuzhen used to wear…only more girly, revealing and much too tight. She had long black hair and pretty violet eyes. She was grinning at all of them. “Ni hao!” she greeted cheerfully. Jason fell out of his chair with a resounding thump. She laughed. “Good old, Jason. Still the same.”

Judging from Jason’s reaction and how much luck they’ve already had in the past, Patricia came to one conclusion. “You must be Jessica, then?” she asked. The half-Oriental girl smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

“Yup. Jessica Lee, at your service!” she said in absolute happiness. “Ignore what Jason’s been telling you. I burnt him in the...well you know…once….while I was cooking bacon and now he thinks I’m the Anti-Christ. I assure you…I am not as bad as I sound.”

“You definitely dress the way he describes you, though.” Halley commented with a chuckled, looking at her long red skirt, belly shirt and slip on sleeves. “Hmm…that’s a lot of red. And the fire pattern on your sleeves are quite interesting...I can guess with great accuracy that you’re fire classed.”

She nodded. “You got it! A pyromaniac and damned proud!”

“You are maniacal, I can give you that.” Patricia said jokingly. Jessica looked at her from head to toe, trying to discern something in her mind. Frowning heavily, she asked, “You’re not Jason’s infamous Anna are you?’

Patricia blinked. “Um, no…my name is Patricia Abb—“

“Patricia Abbott!! Oh, my god! You’re the Martyr!! The girl that’s—“ She was quickly silenced by Jason’s hand. She struggled to get it off of her, but gave up after a while with a covered huff.

“Excuse her. Jessie tends to run at the mouth, sometimes…” Jason said with a roll of his eyes. He released Jessica, who was quite glad to get him off her case, and poked her in the arm. “What the Hell are you doing here and how do you know Patricia?” he inquired, looking her over. Hmm…still slim…still pretty…wonder if she’s still psycho…he thought to himself. If anyone knew Jessica…it would be Jason. He was often stuck with her most of the time during their old adventures.

Pouting, she began her explanation. “Well…you know my connection with the underworld, right? Well…lets just say I’ve been hearing things…like the end of the world and whatnot.” She shrugged. “I could’ve cared less about that if I hadn’t heard your names alongside the rumours.” She said, finding a seat to sit down with them. “It seems that you’re quite a popular topic in the spiritual underworld…and the things I’ve been hearing aren’t particularly nice things, too…” She smirked. “…Heard that good old Twinklewood’s still on your asses…the bloody stalker…if I didn’t know he liked our dear leader’s sister, I swear…he’d be pining for Yama’s ass instead.”

Patricia stared at her. Halley laughed uncomfortably. Jason was laughing and laughing pretty hard. Jessica grinned. “I thought you’d find that funny somehow…anyways…my connections told me that you guys were here so…here I am.” She wrapped an arm around Jason’s shoulders. “So, hon. Did ya miss me?”

“Why in the world would I miss you, you crazed American spy!”

The dark-haired woman tutted him as she was wagging a finger in his face. “Oh, no, no, no, dear Jason. Not crazed America spy…Crazed Chinese-American Super Spy! Oh ho ho ho ho ho!” she laughed, nearly obnoxiously as well. “Remember! My daddy was American, but my mom’s Chinese!” She poked Jason in the chest. “So…where is our tight-assed leader and his just as cute sister? You know…spending a couple of years with a guy who doesn’t talk about anyone, but his mother and sister…makes you wanna meet the family.”

“Uh…” was the collective answer.

Jessica raised a brow at them. “Uh-huh…okay…let me guess…either Warren Twinklewood is gay and has stolen Yama off on a moonlight honeymoon down the Nile, or…Yama’s finally been thrown into prison?” They nodded. “What? He seriously went on a honeymoon with Twinklewood?!” They stared at her and she laughed at their shocked faces. “Kidding! Well…we’ll just have to bust him out of there, now won’t we?”

Patricia snorted. “I could have gotten him out, but I left him there for the night to teach him a lesson.” The blonde said, tossing her hair back. “Besides…this way…he and Mr. Twinklewood can have a little talk.” Jessica stared at her. “He was thrown into prison with Yama for starting a brawl in the middle of a market.”

Jessica blinked. “Wow…that’s new. Never knew the kid had it in him.”

Jason smirked. “Looks like there’s something even the infamous Chinese-American Super Spy, Lanlang, doesn’t even know.” He commented, earning himself a shove from the woman, resulting in him falling off of his chair once again.

The blonde priestess looked at Jessica, somewhat confused and intrigued. “Tell me…why do you refer to yourself the way you do.” Halley nodded, wanting to know as well. She reminded him of a certain blonde spy from his past.

“I’d like to know as well.” He added.

Jessica looked at him, her violet eyes going into slits. Though they certainly weren’t of the traditional Asian colour, they had the shape and slant, so her eyes looked very catlike as she glared at him. “Why the Hell do you wanna know old man?! Wanna try and get it on with me?! Huh?! Huh?! Do I look like I like older men?! Huh?! Speak up!! Do you wanna piece of me?!”

Scared out of his wits, the only thing Halley could answer was…”No m’am...uh...miss…uh...miss m’am!” Which was the same thing Joshua had practically said when he first met up with Margarete G. Zelle. Even after he had said this, Jessica kept on ranting and ranting like a madwoman. Jason managed to recover himself after a bit.

“I told you guys that she ran at the mouth.” And she continued on…

* * *

“No, don’t you dare touch my child! Stay away!” Natassia yelled, backing away with her child, who was trembling in the woman’s protective arms. “Don’t come near us! I’m warning you!”

What the wavy haired woman was screaming at were four differently coloured masks.

One was a bright red mask, laughing and taunting. Another was green, silently screaming in anguish. And another mask, a sickly yellow colour and age ravaged. Finally, there was a blue one with no distinguishable features at all. It was just flat where the face should be. They floated menacingly around Natassia, circling around the mother and her child.

“We cannot do that, Harmonixer.” Said the yellow one.

“We told you that you and your family will not escape us forever.” Drawled the green one.

“In the end…all the Hyugas will die…” taunted the red one.

“But for now…we want the child…” whispered the blue, faceless mask. “Give us the child and we will you be…”

“Never!” Natassia shouted at them defiantly. “I’d rather die! I’d rather die than give up my daughter!!“ she shouted, hugging her delicate little girl in her arms. Neko looked up at her mother, sniffling and choking back sobs. Her mother looked at her sympathetically. What a frightening experience for a small child!

“Mama…” she whispered softly against her mother’s breast. Her small hands gripped the fabric of the shirt she clung onto. “…Mama…”

“Don’t worry, honey…everything’s going to be alright, you’ll see…” Neko’s mother said soothingly, caressing her daughter’s neck and cheek. Even if she was considered the most gentlest person in the entire Hyuga family, she could be just as stubborn as the rest of them. Even somewhat violent. Turning back to the Masks, she spat, “You heard me! I’d rather die! Now get out of here right now!!!”

The Masks remained silent, telepathically speaking to each other. They floated idly in the air as Natassia watched them attentively, while keeping a good hold on Neko. She did not like this one little bit. Silence…was never a good thing. She moved a hand on Neko’s head and pushed it slightly towards her breast, not wanting the child to see anything.

“Then…” began the red mask.

“…Death…”

“…is…”

“…what…”

“…you…”

“...shall…”

“…have.” The blue finished. The floated over the two Hyuga descendants, sprinkling a sparkling blue dust over them. Neko screamed, while her mother did her best to shield her from whatever spell they were deciding to use to kill them off. Oddly…nothing happened. Heaving slightly, Natassia looked around. They were gone. Where did they go?

“Mom!”

The Harmonixer blinked and turned, seeing young Yama on the porch of the house. Had he witnessed the whole ordeal? Standing up shakily, she made her way to her eldest child. “Yama…what are you doing outside?” she asked, looking over her shoulder to see if the Masks were going to ambush her son as well.

“Mom…what happened?” he asked, wringing the sleeve of his Barney pyjamas. “…Who…what were they? Were they monsters?” he asked tearfully.

Natassia’s eyes softened as her heart melted at the sight of her frightened little son, only two years older than Neko. Taking hold of his hand and keeping Neko in her other arm, she walked them both back into the house. “It’s nothing.” She said tenderly. “…Just a very bad dream…forget about this...alright Yama? Nothing’s wrong…nothing is wrong at all…”

But was it really?

Natassia had found it strange to be pregnant with another child while her husband was out in another country. Her husband, James Cartier, had been called to Pakistan to work as a doctor for a while in the Salvation Army. He had been gone for three years. During those three years, she had gotten pregnant all of a sudden and gave birth to Neko, of whom the Masks wanted to take away. Was there something special about her child?

It was true…she had felt the light within the babe with brown hair that had come from her womb. She was not meant to be a Harmonixer…a being of the Hyuga family, brought straight into darkness. She was more…a child of the light. She sighed. It was going to be a hard life for her children she knew. When her child was born…she had received a strange note from her husband’s grandfather.

It has begun. Strange forces are moving against you.

~Halley Brancket

What could it all mean? Was the end of the world about to happen? Like it did in her grandfather’s time? She hoped not. But…her uncle had suddenly appeared in the house now, too. Just some days ago. He wandered the halls and often disturbed Yama in his sleep or during his playing, but they had gotten used to him. Neko even began calling him Uncle Alexander, the adorable little thing.

She looked at a portrait hanging on the wall inside the house. In it, was Yuri Hyuga grinning like an idiot among all of his friends.

She hoped that it wasn’t going to be the end for them all.

* * *

Yama woke-up with Warren stacked up on top of him. Grunting, he shoved the blond off of him and stood up, looking around. Everything was black. He groaned. He knew where he was. Any minute now, a guy with a fox mask was going to confront him, yadda yadda yadda…he knew the story well enough. Now…just where was old Foxface?

Warren groaned next to the exorcist, sitting up as he held a hand to his head. What happened? Did they doze off? He looked around, noticing the inky blackness surrounding them as well. Just what was going on? He stood up and brushed himself off. “Well…this seems homely…” he commented, hearing his voice make an echo. “…and…empty…just how are we standing exactly…?” he asked, tapping the ‘ground’.

Yama looked at him, then the floor, then back at the blond. He shrugged. “Fuck if I know.”

“No, thank you.”

“What?”

“No, thank you. I’d rather not be fucked.”

“………”

“………”

“…You…are one weird dude.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“No, thanks.” Yama said, turning the previous bad joke around on the blond.

“Hm?” Warren raised a brow at him.

“I don’t exactly know people just like that, you know. Especially if they’re male.” The exorcist answered. Warren gave him a withering glance in response. “So, Mister Scientist…how do we get out of this?” The blond glared.

“I do not know…and once again, there is no—“ He got interrupted halfway by a sudden shaking and roaring sound. “—on second thought…an alliance doesn’t sound so bad right about now…” The whole dark space rumbled again. “What do you think, Yama?”

“Hell and fuck if I know…” He nearly fell on his butt. “…I don’t like this…lets say you and me make like a banana and split?”

As the rumbling and shaking became more violent, Warren bolted off with Yama right behind him. “I concur!” the blond yelled as they ran for their life from God knows what was after them. “Just what is going on, Cartier!!”

“Like I said before already—fuck I know!!!!” Yama hollered back. “All I know is that we gotta keep ru—Aaaaaaaaaah!!” he screamed as he suddenly began falling along with Warren. They kept on screaming until they hit the bottom….which was filled with sand and was extremely hot. Yama spat out the sand that got into his mouth. “…This is not happening…” he muttered.

“You think you’ve got it bad…I’ve got a wedgie…” Warren said as he stood up shakily. “…and I’m not even wearing underwear.”

The dark haired exorcist stared at him in absolute disgust. “That was too much information.” He said. A wind picked up and blew more sand at him. He shielded his eyes in light of the dust and sun in the sky. “Damn…for some weird-assed place which was formerly blanketed in darkness…it sure is pretty damn fucking bright!”

“Must you keep flappin’ your mouth like that?” the blond asked exasperatedly. “Honestly. How do your friends deal with you?”

“How does your boss deal with you?” Yama snapped back. “….Just…where are we now…and where did all of the rumbling go…?…Hey, look! A pyramid.” He pointed out, pointing to the gigantic structure looming in the short distance next to them. He walked the twenty feet and kicked it. Ooh…pain…ooh…real…oh…He grabbed his foot and hopped about on the other. The blond scientist stared at him in disbelief.

“I am somehow…very happy that I started life out as a villain.” He mumbled to himself.

“Well…neither of you will wish to live after all the things I’ll put you through.” Said a voice menacingly.

Yama and Warren snapped to attention, now standing back to back, glancing around quickly for any signs of danger. Forget their squabbling!! Forget that they were enemies…they had a common purpose after all…Now was not the time to be acting like idiots when there was danger afoot.

“Who the Hell are you and what the fuck’s with the tacky scenery?!” the exorcist yelled out predictably. What else could a badly spoken hero say at a time like this? He watched in awe as a dark portal opened, he pulled his ‘partner’ next to him so he could see what was going on. The whole place began to shake. Yama had learned to dread such horrific shakings…

* * *

Neko had returned to the hotel to find that her brother was in prison…with the man he hated the most and she loved the most. Somehow…that did not surprise her. Yama always got into trouble, goody goody Christian boy or not. She shook her head at this. Back when they were younger, Yama had been quite a devout Christian and was a very ‘good boy’ as the term went. He was occasionally…quite often the bad boy as well.

She was quickly introduced to Jessica, who shook her hand enthusiastically and dubbed her the ‘Silent Kitten’ much to the younger woman’s chagrin. What was it with people and referring her to cats?! Sure, she liked them, but she was always more of a dog person. Why in the world was she named Neko?!

After a brief moment of silent angst, she was dragged to the police department of Cairo along with Jessica, Jason and Halley. Patricia, for some odd reason, needed to stay behind in the hotel, but promised to join up with them soon enough. Neko felt wrong, leaving her longest friend behind and felt even worse when she reflected on her current behaviour. Ever since her brother had come back into her life…she was neglecting her duties as the Martyr’s bodyguard. She was in low spirits now. And the new millennium was coming fast.

She was elevated from despair to horror and cool anger when she got to the prison cells. Yama and Warren were gone. Jason got into an argument with the man in charge, yelling and threatening him. Till a calm voice rang out through the noise. The man who stopped all of the shouting was a stout man, darkly tanned like anyone who had lived under the Egyptian sun for many, many years. He was old and had very well defined lines in his face, speckled with spots and some facial hair.

“I know what happened to your brother…” he said, looking into the cell where once were two arguing white males. “…it was a curse that got to them…an evil curse uttered by a young man who had died in there a couple of years back…” He clutched one of the bars, staring inside as he reminisced. “…His name was Malik and he had a younger sister of whom he had lost…”

Jessica nodded in understanding. “Oh, I heard this story already at the local coffee shop. They say that he continuously broke the law, by fighting with other men and sinning like no other man. Indulging in the supposed ‘sweet delights’ of the darkness…Never caught his name though until now...sound familiar…”

Jason thought about it, then something hit him. “Say…wasn’t Amelia’s older brother called Malik?” he wondered aloud to Jessica, who soon realized what he was talking about as well. “You don’t think that…the guy…is Malik Tiree? That hard ass that said Amelia couldn’t go with us…?” The Oriental woman shrugged.

“I don’t know. I didn’t meet you guys till after, remember?” she said, poking the blond in the chest. “I did remember having to kick some kid’s ass out of our hotel once…Little punk looked Egyptian…but…he had green eyes…like Amelia’s!”

The police officer looked at them, sighing. “That is…Malik alright.” He said, moving away from the cell. It was an effort for him and he took a seat at a desk not so far away, groaning as he slowly eased himself down on an old, rickety chair. “His mother was from here, but his father was from another land. He had been gone for quite some time already…no one has seen him since Amelia’s second birthday.” He waved a hand dismissively. “But that is not the point…the point is…after Amelia’s death…Malik went insane and did very crazy things…he became so bad…we had to lock him up…”

Halley looked at the cell nervously. “So…what happened?” he inquired, not liking where this story was going. Hadn’t one of his grandchildren come here to work for a while as an archaeologist? He wasn’t quite sure. Like the Tiree father….his grandson, Mark, had not been heard from for a while. The Brancket family had seriously spread out since he had his last child.

“Well…” the man began, “…he came in here, dragged in by a couple of our men here…Not many know it, but he was quite the spiritualist…a lot of us were and still are. We believe in things…most people refuse to believe in. Those two children…were gifted…very gifted. The gods favoured them very much. Anyway…when Malik was brought in here, I told you in was in a state…after spending some time behind bars, he had calmed down somewhat…and the men and I decided it would be best to let him go…but…the day before his release…Malik uttered a curse upon those who had dared to harm his family…mainly…”

“…Yama and Warren.” Neko finished softly. Her first words in a while. The man nodded.

“Yes…Malik knew those names…he used to chant them over and over in his sleep…Yama we knew quite well...Amelia was really fond of him…and Warren…we could only guess as Amelia’s killer…” The man cleared his throat as Neko looked away. “…He uttered his curse and then…simply died with a crazed look on his face. Ever since then, every man we have put in Malik’s cell has disappeared for a night and then appear the next day, mangled, maimed, dead. So great is Malik’s hate…that it has grown to engulf others now…”

“So…what you’re saying…is that our friend and his worst enemy…are now the prey of a young man’s hatred?” Halley asked, his eyes trained on the small room behind the bars. He heard the quick and slightly noisy movements of leather and a short skirt and knew that Neko had left, too upset to deal with anything that had transpired. “Are there any survivors?”

“Did I say there were survivors? I am truly sorry…as of this very day…nobody has survived the curse of Malik.”

* * *

While everybody else was at the prison, Patricia was getting papers ready and looking through her things. When was the last time she had a good fight? She didn’t even remember where she had packed her cross-daggers. She went through all of her suitcases, miffed to know that she did not have them anywhere in sight and probably nowhere on the same continent as well. Oh, well. Shopping time. She only hoped that Neko would do right without her around for just a couple of minutes.

She set out with intentions of arming herself to the teeth in hopes of catching her enemies unawares. On her way out, she accidentally bumped into a redhead, who smiled at her toothily before walking off somewhere. There weren’t many shops that sold weapons in Cairo, she had noticed before when she was walking around with Yama. She went to those shops straight away.

She had found a set of daggers in a little curio shop, curious really. You can find the oddest things in the most unlikely of shops. She walked out of there quite happy with her purchase. Two daggers, both twins...the kind that you usually see in those Aladdin movies with the extremely curved blade. Too bad she was unable to put them to good use.

A dark shadow loomed over her as she headed over to the jail. She did not notice it…till it was absolutely too late…

* * *

“It’s…too…darn…bright!” Keith Valentine huffed as he carried some luggage that belonged to him and his wife…and his elder brother, Abel of all people. Him and his little entourage, had decided to pay a visit to the ‘family’…and by family, they meant Keith’s one and only Godchild, Neko.

When Neko had been born and baptized, they named Keith as the Godfather, should anything happen to Natassia and James. The last time he had visited was more than five years prior and that had led to a horrific accident, which had scarred the child for a long time. Keith blamed it on his brother, Abel. The guy just had to say that he wanted to take a bite out of her…not to mention try to take a bite out of her. Pureblood vampires just…don’t such their godneice’s blood! It was just…not right!

“Oh, stop complaining.” Nina snapped at him, taking one of the bags and lugging it herself to alleviate him suffering. It did not help.

“You know I don’t do very well in sunlight…” the lanky blond whined.

“Oh, come on. It can’t be that bad. At least you’re wearing shorts.” Abel said merrily, grinning from ear to ear. He himself was dressed in a very classy business suit that suited quite well. It was tan, with a blue shirt and black tie. It went very well with his light blond hair and fair complexion. Keith on the other hand…

The bored vampire was forced into dressing like a safari goer since he was continuously complaining about the heat and sunlight. Though he wanted to cover himself up so it wouldn’t touch him, the fact that it was going to be over thirty degrees won out over getting a tan. So he was dressed thus. “I can’t believe they’re in Egypt…of all places…Egypt.”

“Can they help it, though? They’re on the run from some mad lunatic. You remember how it was, right?” Nina asked, smiling knowingly and sadly. Keith sighed and nodded. “Then you know what we must do here, right?”

“I know, dearest, I know…” the bored vampire sighed. His brother snorted.

“Hmph…think they’ll manage?” Abel asked gruffly. “Do you think that they can pull it off this time? Time waits for no one and changes itself for nothing.” He told the married couple. “It might be yet another sad ending…”

“We vampires…” Keith began, opening the door to let Nina walk inside the hotel first. She went in swiftly with Abel behind her. It was Yama and company’s hotel. How they knew where it was, do not ask. “…are almost eternal and do not know the limits of human lives since we age very slowly and practically escape death. But it does not mean that we cannot try to make a difference, since there is nearly no difference in ourselves.”

“Such sappy words, dear brother.” Abel replied, smirking as the clerk stared at them as if they were nuts for saying that they were vampires as he received their room keys. “But, truthful. So, what is our plan of attack for now?”

“First…we go to our rooms to cool off.” Keith said as a matter of fact. “Second, we go search for Yama and his friends. He’s probably accumulated quite a few of them by now, I should think.” He paused. “After that…we head off for vodka.”

“And scotch.” Nina pitched in.

“I’ve always been a whiskey fanatic…” Abel mused, tapping his chin with a slender finger. “…Rum sounds good, too.”

“You, know…we are on a budget here…” Nina pointed out as she was bumped into. She smiled at them before returning to the conversation at hand. “…we really can’t afford to be binging on lots of alcohol.”

“But we deserve it, after all that we’ve been through.” Keith said. “After all…nobody ever said it was easy being a Valentine.”

“Here, here.” Abel agreed.

“But…do you honestly believe that it’s alright to leave Vincent behind with the others?” Nina asked as they reached their room, taking the key from Abel and opening the door. Oh, a three bed room. How necessary.

“Oh, little Vinny will be fine. He’s all grown-up now.” Abel said leisurely, strutting over to a bed and jumping on it. “If not…his ‘grandparents’ can take care of him. He’ll live.” He told the married couple and loving parents carelessly. Yes…Nina and Keith had children…no matter how disturbing the image it creates. He was pretty scared of said image himself. “Vincent is a young man now…very able and very cunning. I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t die of boredom if anything else.”

Keith said and walked to the window, looking out to the balcony and then the streets of Cairo. “It is about to begin…” he said. “I’m going out for a bit…”

* * *

Neko had stalked out of the police department around the time the Valentines arrived at their room and Patricia had been abducted, but she did not currently know that these events had transpired just yet. She couldn’t deal with her brother being gone again, but this time taking the love of her life with him. What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to get them back? “Meow….” This was a hard conundrum.

She left Halley, Jessica and Jason back at the prison, to contemplate in silence at the hotel alone. But, like Patricia before, had bumped into a vampire. A very well known one in fact…

“Well, well, well. Never thought I’d see you again, Neko.” Purred a delighted, accented voice. Neko looked up in surprise. “Aw, don’t look at me like that. You remember your good old Uncle Keith, right? Emphasis on the old, but uh…anyways!” The blond vampire chuckled at her dumbfounded expression. He laughed when she slapped her forehead.

Neko looked up at him questioningly. Like Patricia, he understood her body and sign language quite easily. Any shifts she made or subtle movements of her hands or face, he could interpret them accurately into words just as the priestess could…even if he barely knew his goddaughter. This was just a day of absolute meetings, she finalized. People were meeting people.

“What am I doing here? Well, lets just say dear, that it’s not for the fun in the sun as they say.” He said jokingly, patting her on the head. She didn’t recoil and he predictably scratched behind her ear like she was a cat. And oddly enough…she purred softly and at the same time, giggled.

She waved her hand slightly and moved her head.

“You don’t believe me?” He stopped scratching her. “Well…I heard about you and your brother being in trouble with someone, so I came to help.”

She looked at him oddly.

“What do you mean other people have heard of your plight? My…you’re getting famous.” Keith said with stretched humour. “So…you’ve assembled your team? Well…what happened exactly?”

In a few sweeps of her arms and several hand gestures and nods and shakes of her head, she explained the situation. Keith was amazed at how many different ways a head could move and at how he could understand all of this.

“Well…so Yama’s trapped in a curse realm…and you’d like to get him out? Because you think Malik’s going to kill him?” he asked, stroking his chin. “Well…that’s going to be quite some feat and is going to require a lot of magic…good thing my brother came along for the ride…as annoying as he is. He’s more magical than I am.” The moment he had mention good old Abel, Neko had backed away somewhat. He dragged her back. “Now, don’t you fret. I won’t let him hurt you I promise…just come upstairs with me…and we’ll work things out.”

Neko stared at him incredulously. She then took in his whole attire, brow raised suspiciously. Keith sighed.

“I know, I know. I’ll…get changed.” He sighed unhappily. “Just come with me.” He added, taking her hand and dragging her off. She mewed in alarm as she was pulled along a hallway into an elevator and then dragged through another set of hallways to a bedroom with three beds. On the farthest bed to the door, sat a woman dressed in a tight pair of green pants and an equally tight (and revealing) lighter green shirt. The one closest however, had Keith’s brother, lounging on it as if he owned the whole world. Neko shrunk back as Nina pounced to the door.

“Oh, my goodness! Look at how you’ve grown!” she cooed, pulling the frightened girl from behind her husband. She felt the girl’s cheeks, then pinched them as she continued to coo incessantly. “She’s darling. Looks just like Alice, too…of course with darker hair, but still…!” She pulled Neko into an embrace, one that the girl felt quite uncomfortable in. “Just think…she could be more than just a goddaughter…”

“Nina…” Keith said tentatively. “…Nina…you’re going to…”

“The human’s already scared shitless, Keith.” Abel spat out, frowning at the display in front of him. Sitting up, he casted a cool look at them. “I can smell it off of her.”

“No, I think you’ve done enough of that for all three of us.” Nina scolded, remembering an incident more and five years back that had made Neko very much afraid of vampires. Right now, the girl they were talking about was trying to get out of the redhead’s death grip. “Can’t you be civil for at least one minute, Abel? For goodness’ sake…you haven’t been nice once since I married your brother.” Abel grumbled and buried himself under some blankets and white sheets.

Neko finally broke free and hid behind her godfather, the only person she felt safe with at the current moment. Normally, she wouldn’t be afraid of anything, but the vampire Abel scared her to no end. When she was much younger, she went on a visit to see her godfather and his family, of whom she had never met. Either of them. The beginning was alright and her father did give her fair warning. But it wasn’t enough. The entire vampiric Valentine family had swarmed her.

Of course, being the Purebloods that they were, they didn’t even think about trying to drink her blood, but Abel did.

On the third day of her visit, the child Neko had been quite smothered with kisses, hugs and random gifts. She had become quite entranced with her godfather’s son, who played with her quite often, though she wasn’t quite that young to require a playmate, and with Abel. Since they weren’t truly related, she had also developed a small crush on him at the same time she had one for a certain blond scientist named Warren Twinklewood.

Abel, quite aware that he could capture the attention of women just as well as his younger brother, brought Neko out on one of the balconies to talk. They talked and talked and Neko had never felt better in her life. Someone was letting her talk freely without judging her. But in his mind, unknowingly to her, his kindness did have a sort of price. That night, he bit her neck and tried to suck the blood out of her, but Keith had pulled him away, getting into a horrendous fight with his elder brother.

It was the closest thing to rape Neko had ever experienced. Here was a man she trusted and he took advantage of her. She was fearful and wary of vampires then. For the rest of the visit, she couldn’t bare anyone, save for Keith and occasionally Nina (she held her as she hyperventilated during the whole fight, bleeding from the neck). Even now, at the age of nineteen, almost a full adult, she was frightened of what the fair vampire might do to her.

Neko hid her face in Nina’s shirt and Abel buried himself even further away. What strange family reunion this was. Keith pulled the brown haired girl away and patted her hand. “Alright, alright…” he said soothingly. “…as much as I love seeing you two together like this…we have to get your brother out of his predicament. Do you have any idea as to how we’re going to get him back?”

Neko shook her head.

“Okay…then this…is going to take a lot of work…”

* * *

“Uh…where did Patricia go?” Jason asked, blinking as he saw the empty room. Some of her things were missing; her purse and wallet were definitely gone. “And where’s Neko…?” he inquired. He shook his head in dismay. “Dear gawd…what is with people and disappearing these days? Doesn’t anyone understand the meaning of ‘staying in one place’ anymore!?”

Jessica merely blinked, then looked at him. “You sure can’t hold your women.” She said.

“Well, you can’t…oh, wait a minute…” the sandy blond said. “…You’re not Yama…this insult doesn’t…aw, never mind!! I swear…First Yama’s in prison…then Neko runs off again…Patty’s off somewhere…just what else is going to happen…?”

“You’ll lose your virginity?” Jessica suggested.

“You’ll grow an actual spine?” Halley supplied with a chuckle.

“That the world will suddenly be filled with good looking men?”

“It’s raining gumdrops?”

“Somehow George Bush is elected for president of the U.S.?”

Halley looked at her in horror. “Don’t joke about that. It’s scary enough without having to go through George Bush Senior…I’d rather not have to see Bush Junior become president.” He shook his head. “The World Trade Centre, the White house and several planes would have to crash and burn before that would ever happen.” (Note: This fic is in 1999 at the moment.)

“Yes, well…we have to do something now!” Jason shouted, flailing his arms frantically. “If Yama gets out before we find Neko, he’ll be pretty damned pissed. If Neko gets here and Patricia’s not around, well all three of our scrawny asses are hers. And if Patty arrives here before the both of them do, well, the only person who isn’t a casualty here is Neko.”

“You make the Martyr sound like she’s a lesbian, Columbine.” Jessica said pointedly.

“Is it my fault she flaunts her panties, wears a short skirt, wears tight black stuff and likes to cuddle and fuss over Yama’s baby sister?! Nooooooo.” Jason said defensively. He received a whack over the head from Jessica. “Ow! What was that for?!”

Jessica glared at him, very hard. “Well…it is your fault for staring at her panties.” She yelled at him.

“When did I say I stared at her panties?!”

“You didn’t, but I know you did you old fart!”

“Old fart?! I’m only a couple of years older than you are!!”

“Do you want me to bring out Mr. Whack-Bam?!”

“Mr. Whack-Bam?” Halley repeated out of sheer confusion. Since he was not there during the old days, the only thing he knew of Jessica was that she was a spy of sorts and could conceal weapons…but what in the world was a Whack-Bam?! He was too busy to contemplating about it to correct them by saying he was the only real old fart in the room. He was in his hundreds after all.

“Eep!! No!! No!! Sorry, I’m sorry1 I’ll be good!” Jason cried out, suddenly flinging himself at the woman’s waist and holding on for dear life as he sobbed openly like a large and overgrown baby. “I’ll never argue with you!! I’ll never say stupid things! I’ll never call you a quack oracle behind your back!! I’ll never-“ Jessica stopped him in mid sentence. The reason could not be good for her left eyebrow was twitching quite a bit. Jason gulped. “Uh…Jessie…?”

WHACK!

* * *

…a young man walked out of the portal. He was slim, tall and tanned. His dark hair was slightly matted, but managed to move in the midst of a non-existent wind. He looked dead to the world, a hapless smile on his slightly gaunt face. He had haunting green eyes, which were transfixed on both Yama and Warren. Neither of them liked the way he looked and both unconsciously shuffled towards each other slowly.

“Yama Cartier…and Warren Twinklewood…I would never ever see the two of you ever again…” he said, smirking maniacally. He laughed, his body trembling and shaking. The two dark classed men looked at each other, thinking the same thing. This guy was nuts.

He suddenly appeared behind them, making them jump away in surprise. He laughed again. “Now…I can finally have my revenge…” he muttered, the crazed look in his eye getting much worse. “…I’ve waited and waited…devouring soul after soul…and you finally came…”

“And just who do you think you frickin’ are?” Yama asked, hands going into his pockets to pull out his gloves. When was the last time he had a good fight?

“Don’t you recognize me…?” the man asked. “…it’s me…Malik…” he said, pointing to himself. “…Malik Tiree…older brother of Amelia Tiree…the woman that you both killed…”

The two men looked at each other, then at Malik. Yama squinted, Warren blinked. They didn’t know what they should say to this. Malik disappeared from their view again and they got ready. Yama finally got his new gloves on and Warren simply kept his hands at the ready to cast magic or even fist fight.

“Warren…you any good with your hands?” Yama asked out of the blue, scanning the sandy surroundings for any signs of Malik. He knew Malik very well. Or as well as any man who knew a half Egyptian girl. He felt guilty…

“I am…I just hope that you’re good with yours.” Warren responded, actually cracking his knuckles. The exorcist actually chuckled at this. “So, tell me…who is this guy and why does he want revenge with us again…beside the fact that I was technically the one responsible for your Amelia’s death.”

“Oh, no, no. It was partly my fault, too.” The dark haired young man said sarcastically. “After all…with my little ass, every single psychopath out there wants me. Dead or otherwise.”

“I beg your pardon. This is not the time to be joking around and throwing insults.” Warren snapped. “Just…why is this particular psycho here?!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Malik said, suddenly appearing in the air, upside-down. “And here I thought you two would know the meaning of teamwork better…oh, well. I guess it’s time for you to die…” he told them, laughing his head off. The other two did not like the sound of this.

“Why are you doing this?” Warren asked, stalling for time. Well, the laws of gaming and anime physics and with measuring the loyalty of Yama’s friends…they should be coming any minute now. He just needed to give them some time.

Malik grinned. “Why? Why…? Well, that’s an easy question…To get revenge…but, oh…everything has its price of course.” He told them. The scenery changed from a sandy desert with a clear sky and a pyramid to a murky tomb with several skeletons or scattered bones. Behind Malik was a wall and pushing right out of it, seemed to be the body of some type of demon god. “I was desperate. Mind, body and soul…” he began. “My sister was dead and I slowly went down a spiralling flight straight to Hell. I was thrown into the same prison cell that you were in…”

“So, you definitely brought us here.” Yama said.

“…wasn’t it obvious.” Malik said, throwing the skull to Yama, who fumbled with it, then just let it drop with a resounding crack. “A demon came me some time after my incarceration. I was scared of him at first, but then I thought…I had nothing to lose. He promised to help me get my revenge if I continuously fed him the people who were thrown into my cell. I’d pull them here, strip them of their souls and feed these souls to my new master.” He told them, pointing to the grotesque stone thing behind him. “For over a year…I have served faithfully…awaiting the day that I will see you again.”

“You know…I only asked why…I didn’t quite ask for your whole life story…”  Warren pointed out.

“No, matter.” Malik snapped suddenly. “…This place…like everyone else’s…shall be your grave…” He pulled out a knife and licked it. “Yes…your grave…die!!” he yelled, charging Yama, who jumped back after he slashed at him.

“Whoa, dude…you’re nuts!” Yama yelled. “Look. I’m really, really, really sorry about Amelia…I know how you feel. I was devastated, too. And if I lost my own little sis, too…well…I don’t know what’ll happen if I do…” He shook his head. Yes, his own sister…the other reason for him to come back. He had already lost the love of his life…he couldn’t bare to see his sister gone, too…even if he did sort of forget her for eight years and run off to wander the world.

Malik stared at him for a moment, grinning. “A little sister, eh…? I guess I’ll have to lure her back here…and slit her little throat now won’t I?” he said, laughing. Warren growled at him.

“Don’t you dare!” he yelled, now chanting the necessary words for Revelation. The thirteen ‘branches’ appeared behind him, the whole room going white with a bright light. Darkness shone at each branch, then shot out to hit Malik. They smashed right into his chest, one after the other, relentlessly. The room became normal again. Warren huffed in self-satisfaction. Yama was actually a little surprised. From all his years of fighting the man, he had never seen him use such a spell…ever.

He had newfound respect for the blond, since the spell was cast in defence of his sister. “Hey.” Warren looked at him, turning away from the broken body of the Egyptian psycho on the ground. “Thanks. I think my sis would appreciate that…although your ass is mine, Mr. Twinklewood.”

“As is yours, Mr. Cartier…as is yours.”

Silence.

“That was disturbing.” Yama said.

“I agree.”

“Lets never do that again and say we never did.”

“I concur.”

Silence.

The body of the mangle man slowly came back up and slowly put itself back together in proper order. He stood up, his neck at an odd angle. He fixed it with an audible sick snap. Yama was appalled.

“That…was almost as wrong as that Yamaraja thing I faced at the museum.” He said. He was seriously grossed out. He blinked. Since when was he such a sissy? He remembered a couple of months back at Montreal, that he had literally removed most of an undead dog’s face…even though he was still wondering to this day how on Earth it was resurrected. “…Let me guess…you won’t die so easily?”

“Oh, it could be worse…you could have that god awful Richard Simons dancing around in your head while wearing super tight spandex.” Warren commented. Him and Yama both shuddered. It was what had come on the television in their prison cell. It was torture…pure torture. “I much prefer images of sugar plumes…”

“Warren, thou hast not won even once.” Yama told him with a roll of his dark eyes. “Incoming!” he yelled as he dodged a swipe. “Godammit!! Why only me?!” he wined as he dodged again.

“You have an irresistible aura to you, Cartier!” Warren joked. “But unfortunately for everybody else…your ass is already mine!! Only I am allowed to have that final decisive battle with you!!” He yelled, running to the Harmonixer’s aid.

((Mind if I help…?))

Where the fuck have you been?! Yama yelled back mentally.

((Oh…minding my own business…floating in the shadows…that sort of thing…))

Agh! Of all the stupid times for you to show up…

((Oh, so you don’t need my help after all? Alright…I know when I’m not wanted…))

What?! Come back here you mother—

Door slam.

--fucker. Yama cursed audibly, kicking Malik away, and then slashing his face up. “Stupid Death Emperor! You never come when I really need you…” he grumbled to himself as he relieved his frustration through the disembodiment of the Egyptian man named Malik. A slash from the neck to the left hip. From the left breast to the right shoulder. From left ear to the other. Slice from the knee joint to the hip. Warren watched in awe.

Yama was going berserk!

In merely two minutes, the Harmonixer had cut up the once dead man into seventeen bloody pieces on the ground with his own gloved and clawed hands. His chest rose sporadically from the effort, grunting and panting loudly. He turned to Warren, who got into a defensive opposition, should he turn on him next. But oddly enough, the exorcist’s eyes were calm and so was he. The pieces of maimed flesh began moving.

“Oh…you have got to be joking me.” The young dark haired man muttered, stepping on the pieces of flesh and squishing them with his boots. He even went so far as to jump and stomp on them. “Just die already dummy! Don’t you get it?! You are supposed to be dead.” Once again, Warren was in awe. Was this what the ‘good guys’ had to go through all the time? He pitied them.

Hell, he should be pitying Neko. She was related to him.

“Ooh…I think I just made wine out of him…” Yama commented, walking over to the thinking blond, his shoes and parts of his pants bloodied. He looked at the puddle of blood that was left Malik in satisfaction. Sure, he was supposed to be feeling guilty and all, but he couldn’t really if the damned guy was trying to kill him. This was what separated him from all the other heroes in the world. If they did something wrong, they would wallow and when it came for their punishment, they’d take it—even if it meant death.

Yama on the other hand…although he did wallow in self-pity…he kicked the punisher’s butt. He was not going down without a fight. The only person who could punish him truly, was only himself.

“Well…you certainly made a mess.” Warren commented, managing to get out of his daze and look at the Harmonixer in disgruntled disgust. “Don’t you feel at least a little guilty. After all…he is your precious Amelia’s brother.”

“Don’t you?”

Silence.

“Didn’t think so. If the guy wasn’t such a prick, I would feel sorry, but since he is…I don’t.” he said, justifying himself. “I care about Amelia…I still do…and I still blame you for killing her off, you know that.”

“Hence our little agreement.” Warren said. “But…your sister and I made a promise as well…whatever will happen…’no hard feelings’. Can’t we make the same pact?”

Yama shook his head right away. “No. I won’t forgive you.”

The blond’s eyes lost focus at hearing these words coming out of Yama’s mouth. Images seeped into his mind about a dark haired man who was arrogant and sometimes even downright annoying. He had been a hindrance for a small portion of his life. Wait…his life…? These…memories…seeping into his mind…did…they belong to him…?

“No hard feelings, right?”

“Well, I bet you’re gonna be really impressed when I smash you to pieces.”

“That’s as far as you go, old man!”

A smirk…

…a trench coat that flowed easily with the wind…

…as he easily jumped through the air in front of the full moon…

…images of a dark haired angel staring at him…

Yuri Hyuga.

“You’re nothing like Yuri, I can tell you that.” The blond scientist said before he really thought about the words. But they were not his own, but rather…it came from something within himself…something left asleep for over fifty years. It was coming back…

“The fuck?! Watch out you dummy!” Yama yelled, dragging Warren with him to the ground as it suddenly began raining daggers and knives, he snapped the blond out of his trance. Apparently, Malik was a long way off from dead. “Doesn’t he know when to quit?!” he whined.

((It’s the demon…)) Death Emperor advised the Harmonixer from the recesses of his mind.

Well, look who’s come back.

((Stop it. The only way to end this nightmare is to get rid of the demon in control. He is supplying your enemy with the power and strength to regenerate himself. He won’t stop until you destroy that statue.))

And how do you know that?

((Don’t back talk. I’m older than your entire family combined.)) The door slammed yet again.

“Come on, Yama…I’m sure you can do better than that…I still want to play with you…” Malik said rashly. “Don’t want to get up? I’m not done yet. You can’t be tired now…after all…we’ve got all of eternity. Time doesn’t exist here you know.”

“Shut-up, you freak!” Yama yelled at him from the ground. He looked at Warren, who was sort of wondering what was going on. “Okay…looks like we’re going to have to cut off Malik’s source of power to get rid of him and to get out of here. I’ll distract him, while you go and destroy that thing.” He told him, pointing to the demonic statue growing out of the wall.

“Understood…” Warren said, getting up as Yama did. Malik was looking at them crazily, an insane grin on his face. It was obvious what was going through his head. Insane bastard. “Lets go!!” he yelled, charging forward with Yama. Together they ran towards the demonic Malik, but before any strike was blown, Warren veered off to the side, going for the statue instead.

“What? Aaaaagh!!” Malik screamed as he was gutted again by the dark haired man. “Why you…” He plunged his knife into Yama shoulder and began a bloody fight with him as Warren tried to figure a way to destroy the statue quickly and efficiently. He tried using Revelation on it, but it did nothing. And if Warren hadn’t imagined it…it actually made the thing look much more healthier than when he had seen it the first time. And if he wasn’t mistaken…the stone seemed to be chipping off and showing scales.

“Uh, Yama…something’s up. This thing…You’re right about destroying it, Yama, but the damned thing’s…” Warren didn’t know how to describe what he was seeing. “The thing’s coming to life!”

“What?! How?!” Yama yelled back as a thin red line made itself known to him when Malik slashed his face. He froze when Malik suddenly went all rigid. Then the crazed Egyptian smirked. He disappeared from view. “Hey! You come back!” He kicked the debris on the ground in frustration. “Dammit. He’s disappeared.” He shouted.

Before anything else could be said, the entire room began to shake and rumble again. Yama fell on his butt and Warren used the wall for support. More stone fell off of the statue, revealing demonic yellow eyes, which swivelled around the room, till they laid themselves on the blond next to it. A couple of screams could be heard, one of them distinctly female.

As the room ceased to rumble, three bodies fell on top of Yama, one after the other. First a girl, then two grown men. He grunted in pain. Damn were they heavy. Did the police put in more prisoners or something? It was seriously not his day today. He hated his life.

“Mew….” Said the girl.

“Goddamn, Keith. Could you be any heavier? I told you to stop eating garlic for breakfast every morning with your Cherios!” cried the first man that fell.

“I’m sorry, Abel, but you have to admit…they do make a very delicious combination.” Said the man on top, who had suffered the least from their untimely fall.

“Gods! And to think I’m related to you!” the first man shouted in long suffered agony.

“Can you please get off of me?!” Yama yelled.

“Um…Yama…” Warren began, moving away from the statue coming to life.

“Excuse us!” the middle man yelled as his brother got off of him and he got off of the girl, who decided to stay on top of Yama and hug him till he could no longer breath. The other two men had to pull her off.

“Yama…”

“Neko! What are you doing here?!” Yama yelled, springing onto his feet and cracking a couple of bones in the process. His hand went to his back and he doubled over. “Ooh…my back…it hurts…” he mumbled, trying to stand up straight again.

A claw arm was moving and Malik appeared in the room, smiling ever insanely.

“Yama…” Warren said, moving closer to the group of people at the other side of the room even more. Why wasn’t he listening? They were in danger here! The demon was slowly moving his way out of the wall. It grabbed Malik and pulling him close…and bit his head off. “Yama!!”

Neko did not say anything to her brother. While he worried over her and her godfather was arguing with his brother. She had been paying attention to Warren’s calls. Her lightning blue eyes went to the demon behind him, widening in alarm. She smacked her brother to pay attention and turned her godfather and uncle to look in another direction. They were stunned to say the least.

“Uh…”

“Well…”

“Aw, fuck…”

Neko rolled her eyes. It seemed that a woman was going to have to do the job. Warren joined and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, trying to pull her back. She shrugged him away and everything seemed to be done in slow motion as she moved forward. The rumbling began again as the last of Malik was swallowed whole by the demonic entity in the room.

 She pulled out the Book of Martyrs from the bag she had slung on her shoulders, opening it. Warren called for her to stop and the two brothers were running forward to end it…yelling that it was overkill. They knew what was going on.

Yama was confused. He was frozen in place though, entrance just as he was when he first saw her use her magic back at Toronto. But this was different this time.

The sparkling, twinkling blue-green light…

…the way the book floated in mid-air as the pages were turned…

…the same words Keith had heard so many times all those years ago, said by a soft, yet determined voice…

…the Advent had been summoned.

Well…that was sorta…long, quick and…weird. O_o Did any of that make any sense to anyone? Don’t worry if you don’t understand…I don’t even understand what the hell’s going on anymore.

Okay…after the next chapter…there’s going to be an interlude of sorts. This is where you get to find out about things you might want to know desperately. Multiple answers this time around. Pick out what you’d like to know about each person!! The characters will sit there and answer your questions…for the most part. :D Yours truly will interview them of course.

Yama James Cartier

a) Why does he not want to be a hero?

b) Is he in love with Patricia?

c) Why does he not want to become a Harmonixer?

d) Why is he so afraid of his destiny?

e) Any question you’d like to ask him. :D Even if it’s an immature one like ‘Boxers or briefs’. This applies to all characters. Ask them ANYTHING.

Warren A. Twinklewood

a) What does the ‘A.’ in his name stand for?

b) What’s up with all of his flash-backs?

c) Does he really love Neko that much?

d) Would he really kill Neko is ordered to?

e) Does he feel sorry for everything he’s done?

f) Any question of your choice.

Neko Keith Hyuga-Cartier

a) Why doesn’t she speak?

b) Why does she go ‘meow’ or use sign language most of the time?

c) How does she feel about the whole Hyuga family curse?

d) Any question you’d like to ask her.

Patricia Abbott

a) Is she the reincarnation of Margarete G. Zelle?

b) Is she in love with Yama?

c) What secrets is she hiding?

d) Any question you’d like to ask her.

Jason Columbine

a) Was he the one responsible for Richy’s death and then turning him into a ghost?

b) What’s your special skill? (You know, Yama’s in Harmonixing, Neko’s is summoning)

c) What the hell does he have to do with this story?!

d) Any question you’d wanna ask him.

Jessica Lee

a) Why does she call herself a Super-Spy?

b) Who’s family line did she come from?

c) How does she fit into the story?

d) Any question you can possibly ask.

Halley Brancket

a) How can he live after so long?

b) Anything you can ask of him. _ Can’t think of any other questions…

Okay. Got it? Now…onto the next chapter!! Hoo ha!