[color=ed1c24]Heaven Nine[/color]

[i]Earlier[/i]
The room was long and narrow, lit as dimly as it could be. There was a throne at the end of the room, and seated in it was the commanding figure of Budo, the guild master. He stroked his beard, waiting impatiently. The air quivered as Shade emerged from the shadows. He made his way down the room, and brought himself to a kneel. "Master." He bowed his head. Budo perked up, eagerly awaiting some good news. "The Queen... she... cancelled the final event of the games. Lazarus and Shujin never faced each other on the field. They could still be a problem for our plan." He almost cowered in fear of what his Master might do to him for bringing the news, even though it was Wither's plan. Budo sat in silence, his brow furrowed. The pressure of magic in the room rose significantly. Pieces of stone began to rise from the floor, and the ground started to shake. Budo was indeed pissed. The master pondered to himself. "You're telling me the light god slayer and the iron hand could still stand in our way?!" He threw his hand out to the side, using his crash magic to destroy a statue. Shade interrupted the master's rage. "B-but master. Wither is already on her way to deal with the problem. She plans to gain entry to the Queen's ball and give us the upper hand, discretely." Budo halted his fury for a moment, before destroying another statue. He asked Shade, "Is she aware of what she must do if she is to be captured?" Shade nodded, almost feeling sorry for Wither, praying that she could succeed. They had all agreed long ago to take their own life before giving any information about the Heaven Nine to the authorities. Budo calmed himself. "Well... good luck to her. You kids mean the world to me, it would be a shame if her story was to end here..." He sighed, sitting back in his chair.

[color=fff200]Lazarus[/color] [@Caits]

[i]The Phoenix Wing Hotel[/i]
His heart felt a sudden pain, as if something terrible had just happened. He couldn't quite put his finger on it though, and as the feeling had disappeared, he thought nothing of it. The problem regarding his clone's plan was still being kept private, as there was nothing much that could done about it before the ball had ended anyway. If anything, the feeling of disappointment for the last event not being carried out outweighed his thoughts. He was suited and booted, more than he had been in a long time. He returned to the hallway, before making his way down the stairs. "How do I look?" He asked Sasha as she returned to the Hotel.

[color=0072bc]Shujin[/color]

[i]The Dragon Fang Hotel[/i]
His burn wounds had now healed well from his battle with Sasha. He still kept the bandages on his body, but removed the ones from his hands, revealing the scared and rough skin beneath. He dressed in one of his royal uniforms. It didn't have anything official attached to it, so it would be fine. 
Shujin leant over the sink, processing the information that he had taken in over the last couple of days. He had found Wither again... well more like she had found him. She was different. She wasn't the cute girl he had left at the church any more. He had left because he wanted to walk the path of magic his own way, not Budo's. Not taking Wither with him was one of the biggest mistakes he had ever made. He sighed, looking at himself in the mirror, his long thick black waves covering one eye. He shook his head. It was a special occasion, so why not? He formed a small dagger and scissors with his magic, before he began cutting. After about 20 minutes had had a much shorter, attractive look. He smiled, as reminded himself of what he looked like a few years ago. 
He deformed the metal, before making his way outside to get some air. There was a small oak tree in the middle of the courtyard in front of their hotel, and that was where he stood beneath. He took big gulps of the fresh outdoors before going to make his way back to the hotel to leave with the others. He felt a slither across his shoulder which sent a shiver down his spine. "Where are you going Oni-San?" He needn't turn around to look. It was Wither. 
"Look at me Oni-San." Shujin turned his head slightly to see Wither. She sure had grown up. She was wearing wearing a very tight, long black dress and it sat well on her bust and hips. She had clearly taken the time to do her make up. "Don't I look pretty?" Wither giggled. Shujin already knew he had lost whatever it was she had come for. Already knowing her abilities, he no choice other than to close his eyes and look down so she couldn't get inside his immune system. Wither seemed displeased by this. "Awww come on, you're no fun." She crept up next to him, gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek, before whispering "Look at me... Oni-San." Shujin's mind was lit up by flashbacks of her as a kid. He reluctantly looked her in the eyes, before speaking almost roughly "What do you want Wither. I couldn't do what you asked, the Queen cancelled the last event." He clenched his fists. Wither pressed her finger to his lips. "Shhh-shhh-shhh, dear brother... I know... I know. I'm not here for that." Shujin was very sceptical. She sighed. "I want you..." She put her finger on his chest, "...to get me into the ball as your guest." She grinned deviously, before continuing. "After all, I did go through all this effort." She ran her hands down her dress. Shujin refused. "No. I will not allow you to harm Lazarus or Sasha, especially not now she might be pregn-" He stopped himself. Fuck. 
He had overheard Lazarus talking to her about it. Why did he just blab to the worst person possible? Wither's jaw dropped. "Ohoho that's veryyyyy interesting." She grinned deviously again, before composing herself. "I don't care about any of that. I just want to spend some time with you Oni-San. Just because I'm with the Heaven Nine still doesn't mean I can't do ordinary people things." Shujin didn't buy it for one second. "Cut the crap, this isn't just a friendly date. What are you trying to achieve at the ball?" He probably had no choice, but he couldn't believe she just wanted to spend time with him. Wither brought her hands together. "You... just... can... see right through me cant you?" She giggled. "I do have a reason to be there, but it wouldn't be any fun if I just told you... now would it?" She paused. "Now... if you don't take me as your guest... you know what'll happen to you." Shujin grit his teeth, knowing he had no choice. "Fine. Just please, don't harm anyone." She squealed with excitement, taking his arm. "Walk me to the ball then, Oni-san!" She gripped him tightly, giving him no chance of escape as they made their way to the ball, on foot. He sighed.