Black Swan Wonderland

Senbo

Halo Seventeen: Senbo:

"Dante Killer, I actually like that," Kitano said as he was watching the Ikebukuro PD press conference. "It has a nice ring to it." He turned back to Daichi and Osamu.

"Anyway," he said. "You have it, right?"

"Yes, yes," Daichi said. "Here it is." He handed over the bagged up glasses. Kitano turned the bag over back and forth.

"Good," he said. "These look really nice."

"He didn't like them, though," Osamu said.

"Well, I don't blame him," Kitano said. "He had to wear them to seal off his power. Probably couldn't see where he was going either." He looked up at Daichi and Osamu.

"Well, that's that," the therapist said. Kitano walked over to the altar. By now, it was shaking and glowing a hazy black light. The therapist opened the bag and dumped the glasses into the right slot. The altar went still as the light grew intense. Kitano looked behind him.

"Come take a look at this," he said. Daichi and Osamu walked over to the shrine. The men looked down at the six little charms before them. Lust's locket, gluttony's flask, greed's wallet, sloth's watch, wrath's gun, and the glasses. All of that items were turning black. Only one empty slot remained.

"We still need one more slot, right?" Osamu asked.

"That's right," Kitano said. He turned to the men.

"You should be seeing her in a couple of days," the therapist said.

"Her?" Osamu asked.

"Yes," Kitano said. "Oh, and there's going to be an inner circle meeting later this evening." Daichi and Osamu looked at each other for a moment.

"Are one of the other groups on the move?" Osamu asked.

"Yes," Kitano said. "I will go into more details this evening. Right now, you just get back to work." Daichi and Osamu bowed before leaving his office. Kitano looked down at his altar. Just one more charm and the next round can begin. However, Tandeki wasn't the only one getting ahead in this game. It would only be a matter of time before the effects of Michael's awakening came from them out in Japan.

This could hinder them or this could play in their favor.

Izaya held up his knife. "And who may I ask are you?" His unwanted guest pondered.

"Oh come on," he said. "You know who I am!" The information broker shook his head.

"No... I don't," he said. The pale man frowned and shook his head.

"You know who I am," he said. "Don't you remember?" Izaya narrowed his eyes. Little sparks clicked in his head. The information broker frowned.

"You again?" he asked. The man smirked.

"I'm so glad that you remember me!" he said. Izaya still kept up his knife. The pale man looked like a hurt little puppy. The information broker rolled his eyes.

"What do you want from me?" he asked. His unwanted guest eyed him.

"You know what I want," he said.

"No, I don't," Izaya said. The man folded his arms across his chest.

"You ought to know," he said.

"Get out," the information broker said. The older man put up his hands.

"Fine," he said. "Fine." The man stood up and started walking out of the room. Izaya watched him with his knife out. His unwanted guest stopped at the door. He looked over his shoulder.