[hr][hr][i][h1][color=cadetblue]Naoki Lee Yagami[/color].[/h1][/i][hr]
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Naoki sat cross-legged on his bed, the contents in the brown envelope spilled out next to him. [i]Yang Jun[/i] - owner of Haitang Pharmaceutics, the leading medical research company in Asia-Pacific. One of the top ten richest men in the region, with his total assets already over billions of [i]billions[/i] - and still counting. Married; his wife a famed actress in China, and a daughter who had inherited all of her mother's good looks (they even shared an equally horrible personality, according to some rumors).

Not to mention, this guy had blood ties with one of the high-ranking personnel within the Chinese government.

No matter how seemingly successful this man might seem, like any other humans he still feared failure. No, he probably couldn't allow any flaws to preserve the perfection in his luxurious life.

Because of that very fear, this man would do anything to continue keeping up his expensive lifestyle, even if he had to resort to dirty tricks. Whether they were blackmail or assassination, he was willing to do [i]anything[/i] he could to get and keep whatever he wanted.

Even if he had to devote himself to Polaris.

To Yang Jun, money ruled everything in the world. To hell with moral rights - money was the new power in the current era, and no one could possibly live without any money, which was what he had always believed in. The only reason why his black company could be kept off the government's corruption radar was all because of his kin within the People's Liberation Army.

However, as the Chinese saying would say: "[color=silver][abbr=纸包不住火][i]paper could never keep the fire wrapped up forever[/i][/abbr][/color]". That was the reason why this request came - the man himself could feel it. That someone was already hot on his tails.

He finally decided to plea for help from Polaris, to use Naoki's ability to give him a hint on how he could escape the bad omen that was haunting him.

Naoki could only let out a frustrated sigh at the thought of using his foresight to save such a scumbag from the looming karma he so deserved. No matter how much he hated to do this, he knew that right now he had no power to defy the cult - not with his parents' fate in their hands.

He kicked the documents off his bed and lay down on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He then closed his eyes, pushing the dark thoughts to the back of his mind as his consciousness began to fade out, sinking into the fluid world of dreams.

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Yang Jun had been briefed about the "fortune-telling in a dream" thing before this session, but he still felt weirded out. At least with Shui Xian there was her beautiful body to feast on, but dream? Something intangible, something that had no logic or form...

Even the scene before him felt too surreal for him to comprehend. He could remember that he had fallen asleep in a designated hotel room prepared by this mysterious organization that called themselves 'Polaris', and now he was trapped in this dream... but what's this feeling? Everything around him felt as if they were [i]real[/i]: it was no different from a scene in a cafe, except that there it was empty sans the one table in the middle, flanked by two armchairs - where opposite of Yang Jun was a [url=http://thenullset.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/spring01878.jpg]masked[/url] man cladded in a [url=http://67.media.tumblr.com/c92cad550f01a33418ff9266259e04a5/tumblr_ntpsq5AEWM1rhhcero4_1280.png]black longcoat[/url].

This was pushing his understanding of Metahumans to a whole new level. People like Shui Xian, he could still figure out how her freaky powers worked (weather manipulation - that could easily put the entire Chinese agricultural economy at her mercy). But in here, [i]nothing[/i] was real. He could bet the person sitting across him was another illusion trick - he could be those stereotypical gypsy granny, or even some otherworldly being of questionable origin, who would know that?

Even if he was the one who went to them for help, and he knew this had made him in debt to them, he still didn't like how he had absolutely no control over his current situation.

"[i]Let me get this straight,[/i]" Yang Jun decided to be the first one to break the awkward silence. "[i]I'll only be told of my immediate future? Nothing further than that?[/i]"

"[i]To be precise, only a hint. Nothing more,[/i]" the masked man replied with a deep, digitally altered voice. He clasped his gloved hands together, placing them on the table. "[i]That is what you have agreed on prior to this meeting.[/i]"

Still, Yang Jun just had to try his luck. "[i]I'm really hoping that---[/i]"

The masked man raised a hand to silence him. "[i]My job here is to fulfill your request within the terms that have already been established beforehand. Now, shall we begin the session? Whenever you are ready.[/i]"

"[i]...No room to bargain? At all?[/i]"

"[i]Even the underworld has their own rules, Mr. Yang,[/i]" Yang Jun could feel a chill running down his spine as the masked man spoke. "[i]And they are the kind of rules you definitely don't want to mess around with.[/i]"

"[i]...V-Very well then. Let's do this.[/i]"

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The "fortune-telling" session was already over hours ago, but the agonizing headache simply refuse to subdue - instead, the pain was spreading down his neck, his arms, his back... torturing his senses mercilessly. Naoki remained curled up on his bed and clutched his head, his breathing harsh and erratic as he tried to fight down the pain.

The vision he saw in that man... the very thought of it made him feel nauseous all over again.

A black dragon tattoo just like his own. The sound of gunshot. And a cryptic line: "[i]...It's too much for your own good.[/i]"

Yang Jun was destined to [i]die[/i] in five days.

... ...

[i]Dragon's breath
Leaves rustling in the wind
And never looked back[/i]