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[color=silver][h1][color=gold]King Tencho[/color] [color=black]&[/color] Kagayaku Seige
[color=lightblue]Tuha Province, Eastern Jappon. [/color][/h1]
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King sat comfortably, with his feet resting lazily in what essentially equated to a cubby hole in front of him. A fresh caramel flavored coffee rested in his hands, steaming feverishly as King took a sip. The coffee also had a double shot, of espresso and of vodka. Perks of first-class, and a Hunters' License. King had spoken in a conversational tone into his phone, optimistic and sarcastic. A light smile spread across his lips in a smirk and sunglasses hid his eyes. 
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	[color=gold][i]"I hope Ko's doing alright with the recruits, probably should have told him that you weren't going to be there, but, you know how he gets. I didn't want to have to deal with some kind of pissy fit, and he's competent enough when he wants to be, just a bit.. dimwitted, but we love him all the more for it, right? Plus, as you know, I needed you to keep an eye on our new hopeful friend while I made contact with Rok. It was nice seeing him, he asked about you, by the way, Senra".[/i]

	[/color] [color=red][i]""Dimwitted?" "Love?" I'm not sure you know exactly what you're talking about, but sure let's go with that... Either way, that idiot should be just fine, hopefully. If he fucks it up then we know for sure that this operation is much better off without him in the first place, and we'll go to the second batch of potentials. First group isn't always the best, you know. And, well, that's nice enough to hear about Rok, I guess. Haven't seen him in what, three, four years now? Tell him I said "Hi," as well if or when you make contact again".[/i][/color] 

	[color=gold][i]"For the last time Senra, whether or not you're joking, and whether or not he [b]may[/b] be a little more than a dimwit sometimes, we've all been together for years, there is no operation without him. We're the founders of this whole thing anyways, now it's time to take it a step up. Also, time for a whole lot of new parties, and time to take care of those shitheads that made your life a living hell and continue to pester ours now. Luckily we haven't seen then in a while, but.. Anyway, I've got to go Senra, almost action time."[/i][/color]


[center][color=silver]King hung up his phone and tucked it into his inside jacket pocket after exchanging a quick goodbye. His eyes scanned the figures as they moved in to take their seating. King was on a flight from Jappon to Sverth, which would then be on a connecting flight to Ochima, where his contact had told him the one he was looking for was going. In fact, on this particular flight itself. King was here to make a personal association with the adopted younger brother of an old friend. While the one he was making contact with was around the same age as him King had always kept older company for the most part, which is what led to King being friends with the contacts older brother. [color=gold][i]"Kagayaku"[/i][/color] King said a singular time to himself. That is who he was here for. 

Apparently, this kid had some kind of furious Nen, and something attached to it at that. He was another martial artist and quite intuitive when it came to application. Apparently. This was all on the word of his old friend, who had told him about the kid, who had apparently been longing to leave in fear of harming his own family. That, and this "thing" attached to Kagayaku's Nen was what truly intrigued King. He wanted to know more about what this Nen being was, in hopes he could learn something powerful and new to add to his Contractual abilities. He also wanted to save the brother of his older friend from such a miserable and boring fate of living off your life hidden as a nobody. King also so happened to have intentions of building a family capable of rending not only his own, but more importantly, the dreams of each other, realized no matter the obstacles that may be ahead of them. With all of these intentions bubbling and swirling within King, he saw an opportunity. 

And so, he sat, alone on this plane while his friends had carried out his plans for him. As he waited for the boy to make his appearance. [/color][/center]


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[indent][indent][color=gray]Orgus had done so much for him and the way he wound up being repaid for that kindness was irrational and unforgivable. Even attempting to make sense of what could've happened with solid, logical facts were too easy on his conscious. The biggest and saddest issue was that Rengoku showed an ugly insidiousness. Kagayaku presumed that Orgus revealing his weakness prompted the 'black-out' or attack on his Master. That Rengoku was ease-dropping and planned the vicious assault. Everything else was minor he'd decided because he was essentially living with the enemy now. They were sitting at the same table, walking hand-in-hand. How was he to deal with a 400 hundred year old, Nen-user? 

Kagayaku felt utterly forsaken. He felt heavy and his eyes were red from his crying-fit the night before. The screaming, even choked-out, lasted far too long. From his trek into town to him boarding the plane, his Zetsu had been up. He was sure his presence in the world had been muted and while unnecessary, it felt right for some trying to disappear all together. 

He had committed most of his lessons to memory, knew a bit about being a Hunter from Orgus and Rok. So he took precautions; extra-steps to conceal his next moves. Undisclosed flight paths, low-traffic airports, and though silly, he even changed his normal clothes so he wouldn't pop out during the CCTV footage scan--which would inevitably happen knowing, Rok. 

As he boarded the plane, a man checked his ticket and ushered him to coach. Kagayaku took his ticket back swiftly, [color=crimson][b]"Uh, thanks and ummm, you never saw me,"[/b][/color] he muttered, drawing an odd expression from the employee.   

Halfway to his seat, a certain feeling of lesser-finality came upon him, rushing through him from the curtained entrance to 1st class. Absent-minded for the first time in three or four days, he'd lost track in the chaos, Kagayaku found himself seated but on the verge of another panic-attack. [color=crimson][i]"Am I going crazy? is Rengoku about to surface? did I- did I feel this way that day too!?"[/i][/color][/color][/indent][/indent]