Devil's Wonderland

Seals

Notes: Odds are Durarara and Even are DGray-Man

Halo Thirteen/Key Eight: Seals:

I: Missing Posters:

Yamato made his way through the park. He shoved his hands into his pockets. Tomoya was supposed to meet up with him today. But, the older tadpole had a job interview today.

"What's the point?" Yamato asked.

"We need the money," Tomoya said. "Our mission is not cheap. Erina and Hifumi are doing their best. But it doesn't feel right to make them do all the work." Yamato sighed.

"Fair enough," he said. "We'll have to work out that part later." So now, Yamato was alone. Shuichi and Norio were in the new base at work. The older girls were working. Reo was with Shinra. He didn't know where Sur was.

Yamato wondered off into the woods behind the park. So many trees. The birds sang overhead. The green nearly blinded him. The sounds made his ears ring. He could smell everything around him. He should've been used to this by now. Yamato shook his head to himself. The tadpole closed his eyes. His mind went back to a sea of memories. He remembered making rice cakes with his grandma. She had strong hands for her age. Still did, in fact. Yamato frowned to himself.

She used to treat him like he was strong. Only his grandma could understand him. When he came back from Chou Mori, she saw him as fragile.

"Are you okay?" she would ask. Are you okay? Yamato gritted his teeth. He hated that question so much. She always looked so sad around him.

"I'm okay," he would insist. She wouldn't say a word. Only that sad little smile.

Yamato gritted his teeth. Just thinking about that smile pissed him off.

Then, he paused.

The tadpole happened to look around him. None of the trees and brown grass looked familiar to him. Did I wander out too far? Yamato took a long look around him. At first, nothing looked out of place. But then, he looked behind him. A small dark blue tent sat between two skinny trees. Upon a closer look, it looked it hadn't survived the rainy season. It was a miracle that it was still standing. Yamato could see through the other side with the giant holes.

That wasn't the only thing he found.

A double-sized futon lay nearly camouflaged in the grass. The dents and the mess said it had just been slept in. A fire pit looked like it had just been put out. Yamato tilted his head.

"Who was camping out here?" he asked. The worst of it would be there when he turned around.

A group of trees stood inches away from him. When Yamato turned around, something else caught his eye. Every single tree had a missing persons poster on them. These weren't new either. Yamato walked over for a closer look. Some looked brand new. Others looked wrinkled, old, and faded. Each poster came from all over the country from different years. They came from Hokkaido to Okinawa. The earliest the posters dated back was 1981. Yamato took a step back.

"Damn, that is creepy," he said. The tadpole found himself slowly backing away.

II: Kiss:

Here they went again.

The mistress began to smirk. "Time to play." Allen glared at her. He would not play her game. But she would see otherwise.

"On your knees," she commanded. Like he had a choice. The angel sank to his knees. Road's lips curved into a smirk. She would break him down piece by piece.

"Excellent," she said. "Come to me." Allen cursed himself in his head as he crawled forward. His mistress patted him on the head.

"Good boy," she cooed. "Good boy." Road now had the look of a thirsty demon on her face. And now the games could begin.