�Dakumi�s caught it too,� Bladen tells me, �though the others have been too busy to notice with all the new experiments going on. It�s only a matter of time before Ishiro-san knows. Hell, he may already since you�re supposed to meet with him when you get back.�
�A meeting with the president himself,� I mutter aloud, not really realizing it, �talk about a setback.�
�You�ll be more than lucky if he lets you walk out of that office--�
He was planning on saying something else, but I didn�t want to hear it, and my fist colliding with his jaw shut him up rather nicely.
�I won�t be very happy with you if something happens to what�s mine while I�m gone.�
�Still acting, are we?�
I raise a fist again, and he flinches despite himself, and backs up slightly, unsettling smirk on his face. �You just worry about yourself,� he tells me as I stalk off, �you don�t have time to worry about both of you.�
Being around him is so draining. He revels in proving me wrong and causing problems for me. Because he wants to be the one that goes after Adel. I can guess why, and it�s not just the fact Adel was mine once that makes it bother me, though I have to admit that if the majority of the reason.
The silver-haired, blue-eyed man that is Dakumi glances up as I open the door and step into the lobby, but he (being the restrained man that he is) doesn�t so much as smirk at me. While it makes him less annoying, the restraint is what�s so infuriating about him. No one has a chance in hell of ever figuring out what he�s thinking. He keeps such a tight lid on his emotions and anything that may give them away that he�s become unpredictable. I would absolutely hate having an opponent like that.
I attempt to not seem worried as I cross the lobby to the elevator, to not let him know that he�s succeeded in getting to me, but he probably already knows. He�s gotten good at reading people while he�s been here somehow, and is hardly ever wrong. If he didn�t make mistakes with his assumptions every so often, one would think he was an empath.
Then again, maybe he makes mistakes on purpose in order to keep the fact he is a secret. The elevator dings impatiently at me as I think this, announcing that it has arrived and that I should get in if I don�t want to be left behind.
The elevator dings obnoxiously again as I arrive at the top floor, and I step out, staring down the hallway for a few minutes while the doors slide closed behind me and the elevator retreats to some other floor.
As much as I hate to admit it, I�m afraid, and I wish I could go with it.
After looking down the hallway worriedly about five minutes more, I pull myself together and head down it, then pull open the door at it�s end. Ishiro glances up from the paperwork he was signing as I enter, ebony strands of hair falling in his face to frame those piercing turquoise eyes perfectly with the movement.
�Well now, I was wondering how long you�d stand around in the hallway before you made it in here.�
I�m pretty sure he knows I�ve realized why I�ve been called here, but I don�t plan on letting him see just how much I�m bothered by it. Though the fact I�m shaking slightly probably ruins that plan. Brushing off the last comment, I merely say, �You wanted to see me for something?�
�Yes, as a matter of fact,� he confirms, setting the pen in his hand down on the desk and standing, �a problem concerning you has been brought to my attention lately.� He walks slowly around the desk that separates us and comes to a stop in front of me, smirk on his face but unreadable expression in his eyes. I shift in place slightly, trying to resist the urge to back away.
�And as much as I hate to do something about it,� he continues, though the tone in his voice clearly indicates he doesn�t hate it at all, �something must be done before you get out of control.�
There�s a brief, yet sharp, pain in the back of my neck, and I whirl around to see Dakumi standing there, emptied syringe in hand with that damn annoying emotionless look on his face before I feel myself hit the floor and everything gets dark.
