Chapter Two:

Back at the shop:

"Geesh! You're as jumpy as a cat, would you just relax?" Axl whined.

Anji shot him a glare from over his mug, "Shut up. I'm completely relaxed!"

Tap.

Anji jerked to the sound, it was just the shopkeeper putting a cup in place.

Axl comically sweat dropped, "Yeah… right."

Anji growled to himself, "Damn it…" he clutched his mug and drank it in big swigs, eyes closed tight.

"Hey! Not so fast!" the blond man gasped.

Slam!

Anji whipped his lips and stared at the empty cup, panting, "…"

The shopkeeper gave a thoughtful look, "Young man, if it would help, that young lady comes here once a week, but I would appreciate it if you don't badger my customers." He told.

Anji looked up at him, "I'm not badgering her! I just want her to remember me!"

"What if it turns out that she's someone else?" Axl asked, scratching his head.

"It is her incase you haven't been paying attention." The ebony-haired man glared.

"How can you tell?" the blond man frowned.

"Her scar…"

"Scar?"

"There was a faint scar over her left eye, just like Baiken, and her arms were bare, I was able to make out another scar there too." Anji explained, "It's her, only that someone resurrected her somehow…"

"Resurrection is for the dead!" Axl told, "Even if it is her then she's a whole different Baiken!"

"It is her, goddamn it!" the ebony haired man snarled, "Didn't you see the look in her eyes? The way she hesitated when I asked her how she felt, she was probably brainwashed and that's why she can't remember me!"

There was a pause…

"But why would anyone steal her body from the hospital just to resurrect her then?" Axl asked, arms crossed.

"How the hell should I know?"

"Quiet fascinating!" a deep chuckling voice echoed in the shop.

"What?" all turned to the door where a strange man stood.

"Slayer?" Axl popped up to his feet, "Haven't seen you in a while, what are you doing here?" he asked, paused and frowned, "Is- Sol around?"

The strange man smiled, he only shook his head saying no.

Anji only glared the nightwalker, he had never seen him in his life yet- there was something familiar about him.

"Same is you! That samurai woman is charming, isn't she?" Slayer smiled, now looking at the ex-dancer, "Anji Mito! I see you are doing well without your Zassen, no?"

"…"

"Too bad you freaked the woman, no?" he laughed, "Poor thing, she was terrified by you, you were perusing her too tightly, it'll be a surprise if she'd ever want to see you again."

Anji snorted, "You know nothing of it…"

"Baiken had changed, yet she might actually remember you…"

"…?"

"If only you'd give her enough time…"

"…"

"Well, farewell…"

"Wait!"

Popping off his chair, Anji only managed to see a cape fold over itself, quickly disappearing. Axl paused, looked at the ex-dancer then scratched his head, Anji was silent. The shop was dead silent for the next few minutes, but then the silence was disturbed when the ebony-haired man snorted, picked up his rucksack and rifle before slapping money on the counter, soon leaving the place.

Later that night

After renting and inspecting a room in an Inn he found, Anji lazed over the bed, rucksack and rifle tossed aside on a nice puny couch, the ex-dancer now relaxed over the bed, the nice, soft and cool sheets harmonizing the atmosphere. Chocolate brown eyes looked up and at the ceiling, the simple white surface with two lamps on each side, giving the room bright white light and slowly blinding his sight.

But the people under him, the ones occupying the second floor were too loud! It's was unbearable. Growling to himself, the ebony-haired man jumped off the bed and strode to the door, leaving his rented room, he slammed the door and went down the second floor, headed to the room where the noise and musical notes were comically coming from, hand fisted, he started pounding on the door, threatening to break it right off the hinges.

"Open the damn door, goddamn it!" he cried, angry.

The music went low and a hippy looking blond boy with long hair and rings all over his face, ears and nose pouted at the ex-dancer, "What do ya' want, dude?"

"Your music is too loud!" the man growled, glaring, "Either you lower the volume or shut that damn thing down before I make you!"

"Hey, what's the matter, dude?" another hippy waltzed towards them, a bottle of bear at hand, the minute the new youth saw Anji his eyes bugged out, "Whoa~ radical, man! You look hot! Are you a new comer?" he smiled, eyes big and blinking.

Anji only glared, realizing it was a girl, shook his head and headed towards the stairs again, muttering curses to himself.

The two watched him and then looked at each other, "He doesn't look very friendly." The blond muttered.

"Almost all who take the upper apartment are like that." The other shrugged and walked into the room again.

The blond stared for a while, shrugged to himself and closed the door, music loud but not like before.

Stomping up the stairs, Anji noted at the ward leading to his apartment someone was standing still, somehow, as if waiting. Concentrating on the one standing at his room's door, Anji knotted his brows, irritated, recognizing the man. The one waiting turned to the ebony-haired man and waved, but Anji ignored, holding the door knob, twisting it.

"Hey, Anji! It's been a while, eh?"

"What do you want, Chipp?" the ex-dancer snarled.

"As crabby as always I see?" the silver-headed ninja gave a face, "You're old self was more fun to be with."

"Then you'd better scram before this new me kills you." The dancer glared before slamming the door shut in the ninja's face.

"Ow!" wincing with the sudden slam, Chipp felt his offended nose, "Well that's a fine hello and how do you do!" he growled.

"Go away!" he cried, behind the door, Anji's ears perked, listening and waiting for the ninja to walk away.

"Anji!" Chipp quietly knocked on the door, "Would you let me in for a minute? There is something I want to talk to you about."

Anji lowered his head, back to the door, arms across his chest, shaded eyes, nothing filling his ears but his heartbeats, "…"

"It's… about Baiken."

Chocolate brown eyes flashed, Anji quickly twisted around and flung the door open, "Baiken?" he glared, suspicious.

Startled of the sudden reaction, Chipp scratched his head, "Yeah, it may not be important since it's been four years since she died, but I think it might interest you,"

"Go on…" Anji slightly tilted his head, listening.

"Er- mind if I come in?" Chipp whispered, looking around with the corner of his eyes.

Anji paused, eyes closed, "Sigh… come one in."

Grinning, Chipp walked in, Anji still suspicious looked around the ward before closing the door. Right then, police cars slowed down at the Inn's driveway and Knights from the Holy Orders came out, Ky Kiske and Sol Badguy were recognizable among the crowd. Meanwhile at the third floor, Chipp was looking around the room, smiling.

"Nice place you got here."

"Get to business, shinobi." Anji snarled with his arms crossed.

With a sigh, Chipp turned to face the ex-dancer, "Anji, of course you know of the incident four yours ago,"

"The attack on the colony?"

"Yeah, I just got info that the Postwar Administration Bureau was the one responsible, but for some reason the case was concealed, top secret they said,"

"And how'd you know about it?"

Grinning like a fool Chipp took a step closer to the black-haired man, "Because I met this guy, he's the ex-leader of the assassins," Chipp frowned, now looking serious, "He told me that That Man is still around and he's the one responsible for the attack."

"That Man is still alive?" Anji frowned, "I haven't seen him in five years, I thought he was dead by now."

"Well anyway, I was also told that he's here in Italy!"

If Anji was a dog, his ears would've perked up, "Here?"

"Yup!"

"Why? What is he doing here?"

"Beats me!" the silver headed man shrugged.

"Well, what does this have to do with Baiken?"

"Well, believe it or not, I received info that she didn't die, she was seen in a few placed across the world for the last two years," Chipp told, "some guy told me that she's a spy of some sort, I'm not sure."

"A- spy?"

"Yeah… he said he commenced swap with her once, he didn't say anything else, lots of people were listening, I guess."

"Anything else?"

"Um, well, he did say something about her body looking strange, as if she was resurrected from the dead." Chipp explained, "When I asked him about her appearance, he told me that she was just fine, two eyes and two arms, how? That is what I don't understand." There was a pause, "Do you think the one who took her body from the hospital resurrected her?"

"It's possible, but the question is why?" Anji pressed a finger on his chin, "There were many people killed that day, why was Baiken the only one taken?"

Chipp only shrugged.

SCREEEECH!

Jerking around, Anji hurried to the window, "Sh**!" he cursed, seeing all the police cars, "They've found me!"

"Who had?" Chipp looked over the ex-dancer's shoulder to see the cars, "Damn! All these guys came here just for you?" he gawked.

"No sh** Sherlock!" Anji glowed, elbowing Chipp in the guts, "I gotta shake them off," he hurried to the bedroom, quickly picking up his sack and rifle.

Feeling his offended guts, Chipp growled, "Why don't you just distract them, idiot?"

"And with what, smart ass?"

Chipp grinned, "Jetsu!"

Anji stared, "Jetsu?" he gave a face, "And what do you know of Jetsu?"

"Oh I've had enough practice through the last four years!" ^_^

"I doubt it…"

Cars were parking outside while the Knights advanced into the building.

"Damn it!" Anji shot out, peeking outside, "The building it completely surrounded!"

"I have an idea!" Chipp smiled.

"Sure you do…" Anji growled.

"Anji, go hide, I'll take care of this!" Chipp told, heading to the kitchen, splashing water on his head making his hair damp.

"What are you gonna do? Annoy them to death?" Anji glared, annoyed.

"I have a plan that is sure to work, trust me." The shinobi frowned.

Anji looked at him, registering his options.

"Sigh… fine…"

Outside Anji's apartment, the leader of the Knights, Ky Kiske and Sol were ready at the door, Ky signaled to the men to get ready while he quietly advanced at the door. Ky signed for a man to take a peek through the key hole, and when the Knight did, he turned back to the leader to inform that it's been covered by something, Ky frowned. Sol tightened his grip on the Fire-Seal, but his ears caught the faint sound of something exploding, and at that second, Ky signaled to a Knight to kick the door open.

"Freeze!" Ky cried.

Sol, Ky and the whole crowd of Knights froze dead in their tracks at the front door when the only thing they found before them in the room was a naked woman! She stared at them, wide eyes stared at them through long, damp silver hair, clearly had just had a bath, her hands barely covering the important spots. Half the Knights had bleeding noses while the rest gawked, grinning and drooling like idiots.

"PERVERTS!" she shrieked, literally, and comically slapping them up silly with a fan and kicking every single one of them outside the room, "If I catch you jerks here again I'm calling the cops!" she threatened, slamming the door shut.

Ky and Sol suffered nose bleed, "Ow…"

"Goodness, guess we ambushed the wrong room!" Ky said as he pressed a handkerchief over his bleeding nose, voice muffled.

"No sh**?" Sol growled, annoyed.

Inside:

"Damn…" the woman cursed, "That was close." She huffed and then smiled, "Alright Anji, you can come out now." She called quietly, careful not to let the ones outside hear her.

Anji stood, hands on his bleeding nose, "Change back, damn it."

Chipp, who had transformed into a woman, scanned himself, blushed beat red and crossed his fingers, "Henge!" he commanded, in a small explosion of white smock, he was back to his dressed-male appearance.

"Sh**… I feel violated." Anji whined, walking to the kitchen sink to clean his nose.

Chipp scratched his head, "Well, it was better than nothing, it would probably scare them off for a while…" the ninja followed the ex-dancer into the kitchen.

Anji tilted his head, washing away the blood, "By the way," he said with a muffled voice, "what kind of transformation technique was that, anyway?"

"I got it from a little kid, forgot his name, but he called it 'Sexy no Jetsu' and it's pretty affective, too." Chipp shrugged, "There were a few others, too. Wanna see?"

"NO!" Anji cried, grabbing the nearest towel to dry his face, "You do that thing on me and I swear I'll rape you!"

Chipp gawked, faintly blushing, "Well Geez you don't have to take it so personally!"

"Meh… Baka." Anji hissed, rubbing his temple.

Tossing the towel side, Anji felt his nostrils, "Damn, that hurt…"

"Sorry," Chipp rubbed his neck, "but I guess we're stuck in here together until the Knights are gone, huh?"

"Or I could simply throw you out of the window."

"Aw you wouldn't do that…"

Anji glared.

"Er-?" Chipp comically gained a sweat drop, "Okay, so you would…"

Anji shook his head, 'Ah… what did I do to deserve this?' the ex-dancer sighed.

In the meantime, somewhere else:

"F- Fa- Fan… Fanny, Fanny, Damn it, where is that damn file?" Baiken growled, searching in a file-cabinet she was assigned to find the file for her next mission.

Earlier, Raven kept on blabbing about some half-ass guy named Sol, and it just so happened that she felt insulted by just remembering the name, she didn't know why she felt that way, thought. Raven kept on blabbing about some file titled (#D-15) that should've been swapped with the 'Fanny.' file about a week ago, she was pretty much annoyed, first the guy with the bright brown hawk eyes chasing her and now she had a mission that was late on track!

Among the files there was one titled 'Fan Boy: Anji Mito.'

Pulling out the file, the redheaded woman walked over to the study table, she looked at the cover titled 'Concealed' so she frowned, daring to look inside. She wasn't expecting much, she was just curious, but the look on her face would've made you think that she had seen a ghost or had a close encounter with death.

File: (#A-30)

Threat level: Upgraded from 'A' to 'SS'

"Name: Anji Mito

Gender: Male.

Height: 6'3

Weight: -not confirmed-

Nationality: Japanese.

Occupation: -none-

General Appearance: black hair, pale skin, brown eyes.

(There was a small folder full of photos, but she placed them aside)

Synopses:

First encounter bio #1- A Japanese man traveling in order to gather information about the Gears and their Creator, very intelligent but slightly narrow minded, playful and easy going, hungers for knowledge, uses the Zessen fans as weapons and his dance-like style of battle is counted unique.

(She skimmed through the file to the last page)

Last update bio #2- Upgraded to threat level 'SS', Japanese, working as a Gear hunter, uses a sniper's rifle for a weapon, short-tempered and mute.

Others:

Encountered (#D-15), (#A-00), (#D-79)

"(#D-15)? Again?" Baiken frowned, blinked twice and then checked the file code, "(#A-30)" She paused, placed down the file and then headed back to the cabinet, searching.

She found it… and she wished she hadn't.

The file was titled (#D-15) Baiken Seishino.

Confusion and suspense were filling her mind, 'Why is my name here? What does this mean?' But her mind snapped back to reality when there was something advancing to the database room. She quickly placed her file and Anji's file together under the book case, quickly back to the cabinet to look for the 'Fanny' file she really came for, twisting to the door only to come face to face with Raven.

"Hey!" he greeted, but then frowned, "Hey, are you alright?"

"Oh, Raven." She sighed, "You had me freaked, I thought you were an intruder or something!"

"What made you think that?" he asked, confused.

"Well, not many are allowed into the Database room so I was kind of freaked, and besides, I thought you were busy with that other guy, the one with the cold eyes."

"Oh, you mean Sol?"

"Is that his name?"

"Yeah, pretty annoying when you get to know him, but he's a good guy honestly, he just likes acting mean." The blue-skinned man shrugged, "Wish he'd stop calling me 'horn head' though."

Baiken pouted, "That's rude!" she told, "I still remember how he said he liked my breasts, I mean he's really rude!" she huffed, "Things like that aren't supposed to be said to a woman like me!" she gave a face, "He is simply un-cool."

Raven comically gained a sweat drop, "You met him?"

She paused, "Um… no, I don't think so."

"Then how did you know that he said that about you?"

"I- I don't know…" he replied, puzzled of her own reply, "Maybe I met him but forgot?"

Raven sighed, for he already knew the answer, "Anyway, we'd better move out." He forced a smile.

"Yeah, you're right." The redhead forced a smile.

With that, they walked out…

A/N: ^_^; gomen…