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"Bound by blood"
Chapter 4
A "Moon Child" fan fanfiction
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Author's note: I can't find the name of the detective character in the movie (it seems he was never actually given one), so for now, I've had to make one up for him. If anyone happens to know his official name and would be so kind as to share it, I will revise it. Also, I apologize for the shortness of this chapter. Consider this a foreshadowing of upcoming events, if you will.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Moon child" or any of the characters. This is strictly a non-profit endeavor, written for entertainment purposes only.

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Yang and his men waited in one of the smaller parks on the east side, expecting Sho and his companions to arrive at any moment. They had agreed to meet at this place because it was neutral territory. Until trust could be established, nobody was taking chances.

"Be careful with these guys," advised Yang to his people. "They wiped out some of Xu's people last week."

"Then why are we dealing with them?" asked a man with a British accent.

"Because my associate has asked us to," answered the boss, "he wants to get a feel of them, to see what they're all about. Since he has a conflict of interests in this matter, he's asked me to do it in his stead, and I agreed."

"What happened with the Xu clan?" asked one of the Chinese men.

"According to their boss, they met up with these guys to cut a deal for some imports and they opened fire on them, before they could get a chance to defend themselves. They took the merchandise and threatened to go after Xu if he retaliated."

"Sounds pretty fucking crazy, to me," muttered the British guy. "Everyone knows the Xu family is ruthless. These guys either have huge balls or more connections than we realize."

"That's why we're here," insisted Yang. "We need to find out which it is."

"And what will we do once we have that information?" asked one of them.

"That depends." Yang shrugged. "These men could make powerful allies or enemies, depending how this goes. Stay sharp and make sure the snipers are ready to act. Since we have no merchandise with us, we stand less of a chance of running into the same conflict as the Xu's, but we can't let our guard down."

"Right, boss."

"I think I see them," one of them said, gesturing at the parking area. A little white convertible had pulled up and two men got out. "Don't tell me they came alone."

Seeing the two young Japanese men they would be dealing with, the British gangster snorted. "I think the Xu's exaggerated. They look like a pair of rock stars, not crime lords."

"Don't underestimate them," warned Yang. He looked around with a frown. He'd had his people search the perimeter for any sign of hidden threats, so he knew the two men didn't have snipers of their own lurking somewhere. Maybe Xu had exaggerated; or maybe the exchange didn't go down the way he said it did at all. The man was known to lie when it suited him.

Sho and his companion stopped before the group, both their faces a mask of detachment. They were very attractive young men, fresh-faced and lacking the hard look of cold-blooded killers. As Walker observed earlier, they had the look of rock stars. The taller one whom Yang presumed to be Sho wore black leather pants, studded leather boots and a black crew shirt. His smaller companion had on a pair of loose jeans and a sleeveless black shirt with a Black Sabbath logo on it. It was easy to imagine both of them singing to a crowd of screaming fans.

"Mr. Yang?" Sho asked in a deep, resonant voice.

Yang stepped forward and bowed. "Mr. Sho. I expected you to come with more men,"

Sho glanced at his blond companion. "This is the only man I need at my side."

Yang thought he detected a deeper meaning to those words, and he wondered if these two were more than friends and business partners. "I should warn you that we have hidden snipers ready and willing to shoot, if anything goes wrong."

"We're aware of that," answered Sho coolly. "But thank you for being honest enough to admit it."

Yang had to admit there was something unsettling about his utter calm and his unusual blue eyes. Both of them had a strange feel about them, but Sho gave off more openly predatory vibes than his quiet blond companion.

"Let's discuss business, then," offered Yang, trying to brush off the eerie feeling he was getting. "The shipments are expected to begin coming in next week. Anyone who invests in it stands to gain considerable profit when the imports begin hitting the shelves. I assume you know this is a fine sake from Okinawa?"

Sho nodded. "Highly sought after, here in Mallepa. It's only fair that some Japanese profit from a Japanese import, don't you think?"

"Fair enough," agreed Yang. "Then let's discuss percentages. If you invest in keeping this trade route open, we can offer five percent of profits."

Sho looked at his companion, who shook his head and finally spoke up. "Five isn't enough, for the investment you're asking. Fifteen is more reasonable."

"I can't go that high," said Yang, and he gave a warning look to his men when one of them snorted. "I could raise it to eight."

"Twelve," insisted the blond.

Yang hesitated, and Sho finally displayed a hint of emotion as he rolled his eyes. "We all know where this is going. Raise it to ten and you have a deal, Mr. Yang."

Yang could have quibbled more over the arrangement, but he'd been authorized to go up to ten percent, in anticipation of this. He nodded and stuck his hand out. "I believe we can agree to that, Mr. Sho."

Sho took his hand in a firm grip and shook it. "I'll have my people arrange the money exchange through banking, once we've drawn up the contract and all parties have signed it."

Yang nodded. "Agreed. I'll have the paperwork ready for you by tomorrow evening."

"Then I guess we're done here." Sho released his hand and stepped back, nodding at his partner. "Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Yang."

Yang watched as they started to walk back to the car, and his curiosity got the better of him. "Mr. Sho, please wait a moment."

Both young men stopped and turned to look at him with glittering eyes. That feeling of being prey returned to Yang, and he suppressed a shiver and approached them. "I need to know if what my associate said was the truth. Did you ambush members of the Xu clan and gun them down during a business exchange?"

The two men looked at one another, and the blond wore an offended expression. Sho's remained locked in its impassive mask. "It was the other way around," answered Sho.

"They opened fire on us," agreed the blond. "They brought an empty crate and they tried to kill us and take the money we were prepared to pay for the merchandise."

"You should watch yourself when dealing with Xu and his family," advised Sho. "He's a liar. He thought we'd be easy marks since we're Japanese and we've been officially out of rotation up until now. That mistake cost him."

"I see."

It was their word against Xu's, though. As a fellow Chinaman, Yang was instinctively inclined to believe Xu's word over Sho's, and he'd been doing business with the Xu clan for a few years, now. Still, he'd caught Xu in a lie more than once before and these Japs hadn't shown any aggression here tonight. Whether that was because they were outnumbered or because they were telling the truth, he couldn't say.

"Do you have any other questions?" pressed Sho. "My companion and I have other places to be."

"No, that will do," answered Yang politely. "Good evening, gentlemen."

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Hanyu got the call from his associate while he was in the middle of a business meeting, but he considered the call more important.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," he said to the zoning board members. "I have to take this call."

He left the room and stepped out into the hallway before answering the call. "How did it go, Yang?"

"Surprisingly smooth," answered the older man. "We settled on an agreement of ten percent, and I'm having the contract drawn up now. Of course, we had nothing on us for them to steal, so whether they can be trusted not to be aggressive in future dealings is still up for debate."

"Did you mention the incident with the Xu family?"

"Yes I did, and Sho claimed that they drew on him and his partner first. According to them, it was self-defense, and there were no watches present to steal."

"Hmm. Did you believe them?"

"I'm not certain, to be honest. Dishonesty isn't beneath Xu when he stands to turn a profit, and there is a possibility that he did as they claim and betrayed their trust. You know his feelings about Japanese immigrants."

"Yes, we're all aware of his prejudice," agreed Chan. "So, someone is lying about what happened in that exchange. I wonder who."

"It's difficult to say, at this point. Perhaps after doing business with Mr. Sho for a while, we'll have a better idea of where he stands. From what I remember of him before he left Mallepa years ago, he had a wild reputation."

Yang paused for a moment. "Odd…it didn't occur to me before, but he seems much younger than he should be."

"I've noticed that too," answered Chan. "Maybe he's had some work done."

"There was something strange about him and his companion," answered the older man.

"Strange? In what way?"

"It's hard to explain," admitted Yang. "Just something in their mannerisms that bothered me. They made me…uneasy."

"I think you allowed the story we got from Xu to get to you," reasoned Chan. "You probably reacted that way to them because you were so wary…and rightfully so."

"Perhaps," agreed Yang reluctantly. "Even so, I think we should continue to be wary of them in future dealings."

Hanyu checked his watch. "Agreed. For now, I need to get back to my meeting. Good work, Yang. You've got your foot in the door with this man and I think that will help us, in the long run."

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"You don't really care about the Japanese rice wine, do you?"

Sho glanced sidelong at his companion, keeping most of his attention on the road. "Of course not. You know why I made this arrangement."

They hadn't discussed it at length, but Kei was so attuned to his partner that certain things didn't need explaining. Sho might be more difficult to read now than ever before, but some things remained constant—and his love for his daughter was one of them.

"Chan may never deal directly with us, you know," warned Kei, "not if he knows who you are."

"As long as I have some way of keeping an eye on what his organization is doing, I'm fine with that. If he keeps his business out of the sewers, there won't be a problem."

Kei could have reminded him that even "clean" Mafia runs were fraught with illegal activity and violence, but Sho already knew that. He was just trying to ensure that his daughter didn't get stuck with the seediest of gangsters for the rest of her life. Thinking of the things which usually followed marriage, Kei couldn't resist taking a dig.

"Hey Sho…you could be a grandparent by this time next year."

The car abruptly swerved to the shoulder of the road and Sho braked, hard enough to make the tires squeal. Kei wasn't prepared for it and his seatbelt was the only thing that kept him from hitting his head on the dash. He stared accusingly at his companion, bracing his hands on the dash.

"Warn me, the next time you're going to do something like that!"

Sho stared blankly back at him. "Take that back."

"What, biology? I'm sorry if it bothers you, but Hana is probably going to have kids with this man. It isn't like you're going to get old and wrinkly, Sho."

The taller man stared at the beads hanging from his rearview mirror. "It's just…I'm not ready to see my little girl pregnant. I've missed so much of her life…I still see her as a child."

Kei sighed. "I know, but time passed while you were away and I keep reminding you she's a woman, now. Just think of it this way: when she has her first child, you can be right there at her side for it, supporting her. You can see your brand new grandson or granddaughter as soon as it's born. That doesn't sound good to you?"

"Sounds scary," confessed Sho, "and what if she goes into labor during the daytime? I can see the headlines right now: 'Man bursts into flame on hospital steps. Police are baffled.' Does that sound like a great plan to you?"

Kei chuckled helplessly. "If you fixed the top to this car so that it will go up again, you could easily drive there and make it inside before the sun kills you. I've gone outdoors in daylight. You just need to be covered up."

"That's fine, but what will hospital staff think when they see me charging at them, with smoke rising from my body?"

"They'll probably think they've got a burn victim on their hands to take care of," remarked Kei dryly. "Does it matter right now? She isn't even married yet, so maybe we shouldn't be worrying over this, just yet. When the time comes, we'll think of something."

"You're the one who brought it up," reminded Sho.

Kei shrugged. "I just wondered how you would react to the possibility. Every once in a while, I like to prod the human reactions to the surface, to make sure they're still in there."

"Well, congratulations," muttered Sho. "You've got me scared shitless, now."

"It's just life, Sho. There's nothing to do except live it." Kei put a hand on the other man's leather-clad knee and rubbed it. "I think we're both getting better at that."

"Only because I have someone besides myself to think about," answered Sho, a hint of bitterness creeping into his tone.

Kei lowered his gaze and sighed. Sho's resistance to finding some joy in life was a constant worry to him, but he was determined to change that.

"Why don't you pull off on the side street up ahead?" suggested Kei. "There's a bridge we can park under."

Sho frowned at him. "Why do you want to park under a bridge?"

Kei's answer was to unzip Sho's fly and gaze at him seductively. "Because we could get arrested for public indecency, if we're seen doing this out in the open. Park the car under the bridge, Sho."

"We could…go back to the apartment for that," suggested Sho a little breathlessly, reacting quickly to Kei's determined, skilled touch.

"I don't feel like waiting." Kei leaned in to kiss his neck.

Sho put the car into gear and pulled back onto the road, falling prey to his hormones and Kei's seductive skills. "I'm surprised at you," he murmured huskily as he approached the street and turned down it. He looked down with surprise as Kei lowered his head, leaving no doubt of what he intended to do. "Careful, you'll make me crash!"

Kei had mercy on him, waiting until the convertible pulled up under the concealment of the train bridge before resuming. Sho gripped the steering wheel and shut his eyes, murmuring low encouragement to the blond as he pleasured him. At least there was one way to bring some joy into Sho's life, and Kei was very, very good at it.

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Early the next morning, Sho was just drifting off to sleep when he was roused by Kei's playing—both literally and figuratively. He murmured drowsily as his companion's hand started to fondle him, and he looked down at the blond head resting on his chest.

"You're a nympho." It wasn't a sincere complaint, and he didn't try to stop him.

Kei tilted his head to look at him, and his brown eyes were warm with feeling. "I just want to remind you of the pleasures life can offer."

"You've been 'reminding me' constantly, since we left the meeting last night." Sho stroked his hair. "What's going on? I love the attention, but you'll drain me dry, at this rate."

He wasn't entirely kidding. They'd had to change the bedding because Kei's passion didn't allow time to take any measures to protect it from "splash damage", as Sho colorfully referred to it. They'd done it in the kitchen, in the living room and even in the bathroom, taking turns with their roles until Sho was both spent and sore. Now Kei was trying to wake the beast again, and it was working in his favor.

Kei paused, biting his lip in that way of his that told Sho he was troubled. Sho kept stroking his hair and he waited patiently, giving him time to gather whatever restless thoughts he needed to express.

"I know you don't want to be here," murmured the blond. His breath tickled Sho's stomach as he lowered his head. "You were more resolved than I was to burn, and I wish I had never suggested it. Now, every time you remind me that you're only here for Hana and me, I can't shake the feeling that you're just counting the days until you can kill yourself. I watched the same thing happen to Luka, and I can't bear it."

His words made Sho feel selfish. He knew he was worried about his attitude, but he hadn't realized how worried, until now. "Hey, I won't forget our promise."

"But you still expect to greet the sun, someday," countered the blond. He raised his head off Sho's abdomen and searched his eyes. "You long for death, even if you keep your promise not to seek it out. I feel like I’m forcing you to live, so I want to make every minute worth it to you."

"You have," murmured Sho. "And not just by fucking my brains out every chance you get. Kei, part of me might always look for death; I think that's just part of my nature. It was the same when I was human, remember?"

"Yes," sighed Kei. "Reckless. If it were possible for vampires to have heart attacks, I think you would have driven me to have one more than once over the years."

Sho smirked. "You always looked so bored when we got into firefights, though."

"Trust me, on the inside I wasn't so calm. I knew you'd pick on me if I got too protective of you, though."

"Yeah, I would have." Sho rubbed his back. "But that doesn't matter now. Kei, I want you to stop worrying about this. I made you a promise and so far, you've managed to convince me that living isn't such a burden. I know I said you'd better make it worth it to me when we changed our mind on the beach, but that was just talk."

Kei relaxed against him and he rested his chin on his chest. "I took it literally."

"No shit." Sho fought a chuckle. Kei had that look of a lost stray again, with his pale bangs falling partway over one eye. "Come here."

Kei obliged him with a little smile, squirming up his body to kiss him on the mouth. He didn't resume his foreplay, but they kissed for several moments before embracing and shutting their eyes. Sho held the smaller man close and pressed his lips against his forehead, hoping he'd managed to comfort his fears. He'd been completely honest with him. He had always been a daredevil and if he was fatally injured tomorrow, he would have no regrets. He wasn't happy with the way he had to live, but with Kei at his side, it was bearable. He didn't think it was such a bad thing to live for him, rather than for himself.

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Yang made good on his end of the bargain, and by the end of the month, Sho and Kei were seeing profits from their investment. Satisfied with the way it had turned out, Sho arranged further business with the man. He guessed that Yang had other motivations besides profit, just as he did. He knew he was an associate of Chan's, and his daughter admitted to him during a conversation over the phone that she'd told him about him. Sho found it both amusing and disturbing that the young Triad boss got the impression that Hana was cheating with him, but since Hanyu didn't know who he was at the time, he could forgive him that misunderstanding. He wasn't particularly pleased to learn that the man had his daughter watched all the time, but that was because he considered that his job…his and Kei's, that was.

Sho and Kei began to associate with Yang regularly, making arrangements with him on both the black market and the legitimate market. They invested in profits together—which cut down on the risk of loss and offered some protection. Sho even grudgingly admitted he was starting to like the guy, and so was Kei.

"We can't forget who we're dealing with," cautioned Kei one night as they sat down to a meal that offered no nutritional value to either of them. He tested a nibble of kimchi and nodded in appreciation at the spicy flavor. "He hasn't tried to screw us yet, but this is all a front to keep us under observation."

"Don't worry," assured Sho. "I haven't forgotten the facts. We're doing business with him for the same reason." He scooped up some fried rice with his chopsticks with practiced ease.

"As long as you don't drop your guard."

Sho paused with his bite of food halfway to his lips. "Are you my partner, or my guardian?"

"I'm sorry," apologized Kei. "I keep doing that, don't I?"

"You've always 'done that'," grumbled Sho. "I got lectured more as an orphan than most other kids did by their parents."

Kei laughed softly around his food, covering his mouth politely. "I just wanted to keep you safe, Sho."

"And you did," assured Sho with a shrug. "As much as anyone could. I was kind of a brat." He took a bite of his rice and chewed, his mouth working in a way that fascinated Kei. He noticed the brown-eyed stare and he looked at him, swallowing. "What?"

Kei shook his head, embarrassed. "Nothing. I was just considering calling the waitress for another cocktail." He picked up his nearly empty glass and swirled the remaining red liquid around.

Sho nodded and looked up at the petite Japanese girl in the waitress uniform as she was passing by. "My companion would like another Bloody Mary, when you get the chance."

"Of course, Mr. Sho," she answered respectfully, bowing to him.

Kei watched her go, and he made a quiet observation. "You winked at her."

Sho looked hilariously confused, and Kei almost laughed at him. "You did," he insisted before the taller man could ask him what the hell he was talking about. "Maybe you didn't realize it."

"I did not," mumbled Sho almost petulantly. "You must have imagined it. I'm not a flirt."

"No, you're oddly shy, when it comes to romance," agreed Kei, "at least until you establish a rapport with your love interest. Still, you winked at her."

"I don't believe you." Sho took another bite of his rice and washed it down with his glass of chardonnay.

"It's true," insisted Kei. "I saw it, but that's okay. She's very kawaii. I don't blame you."

"I'm with you now," reminded Sho, "and she's way too young for either of us."

"That doesn't mean you can't admire her," murmured Kei, aware that the waitress in question was returning to their booth with his fresh cocktail. "I know I do."

Sho smirked. "We've always had the same taste in women." He hushed up when the waitress returned, and he gave her a brief, reserved smile and a nod as she set Kei's fresh drink down.

"Mr. Kwan insists that this meal and these drinks will be on the house," she informed them with a smile. "Please enjoy, and tell me if I can bring you anything else."

"Thank you," Kei said gracefully, his eyes flicking to Sho with amusement as the taller man suddenly began to avoid looking at the young woman. "We'll be sure to let you know."

She gave a little bow and a lock of her silky hair came free of the pins holding it back, to dangle over the right side of her face. "Oh, excuse me," she apologized, quickly patting it back into place. "I'll leave you to your meals now."

Kei watched her go, and he couldn't resist teasing his companion a little. "You don't have to be embarrassed, Sho."

"Who says I'm embarrassed?" Sho was blushing, though, and he kept his eyes down.

Kei silently reveled in this manifestation of the young man he once knew. He hid his thoughts as best he could, enjoying the moment. "Just admit you're attracted to her. Like I said, I am too."

"Fine," grumbled Sho. "I'm attracted to her. I'd love to sink my teeth into her throat and listen to her moan my name. Satisfied?"

Kei squirmed a little, flushing himself. He wasn't expecting quite such a vehement response, but the mental image provoked by Sho's low utterance was an unexpected turn-on. He blinked, somewhat shocked with himself. The fantasy he'd begun to entertain was one of pure sadism, unworthy of a vampire who had made a vow to harm no innocents.

"Kei, are you all right? I didn't upset you, did I?" Sho expressed uncommon concern, evidently misreading his reaction.

Kei met his eyes and he shook his head to clear his troubled thoughts. "No, you didn't say anything wrong. I'm just surprised by where my thoughts went, hearing you say that."

Sho smirked, evidently guessing where his thoughts had gone. His earlier shyness vanished in the face of Kei's mortification, and it was his turn to poke fun. "Pervert."

"Eat your food," muttered Kei, and he reached for his drink again.

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When she left work that night, the young woman who had caught both vampires' interest took a bus to the east side of Mallepa, to her apartment building. It was the "middle class" part of town—an area in which Sho and Kei might have been surprised to discover she lived. She walked past the fountain in the courtyard of the building block and she fished her keys out of her little black purse, her flowered black pumps striking the concrete delicately as she walked. She moved with quiet self-assurance and confidence, aware of her surroundings and comfortable with them.

She greeted the security guard at the building's interest, familiar with him. He opened the door for her and wished her a pleasant evening. She went through the lobby and to the elevator, selecting the fifth floor as she got in. She rode it to her floor, walked down the hallway and stopped at apartment 5-G. She unlocked three separate deadbolts and stepped inside. After shutting and locking the doors, removing her pumps and turning the lights on, she went to the cordless phone, sitting on its cradle on the counter island of her small kitchen. She dialed a number by memory and put the phone to her ear as she unfastened her hair.

"It's Sasaki," she informed the man on the other line when he answered. "You were right. He has returned, and there is a connection with the families."

"I see," answered the man's voice. "And his companion?"

She went to a drawer in her kitchen and she pulled out a file folder to look at photographs inside. She marveled over how little the two men had changed, in more than ten years. "He's with him. They're business partners."

"Watch yourself," advised the man. "Whether you believe me or not, you must guard your thoughts as well as your words, around these men. Be very careful not to give yourself away. We only want to observe them, for now."

"Yes," she agreed. "I still don't believe they are what you say they are, but I understand that they're dangerous. I'll be sure to let you know if I learn anything new."

"I'll contact you if instructions change," he said. "Goodnight, Agent Sasaki."

She ended the call and she stood there in thought, mentally reviewing what she knew about this case. The agency got her the waitress job by pulling some strings with Mr. Kwan, when it was discovered that the true owner was back in town and dipping his feet back into the black market pool. Detective Hidaka was determined to keep an eye on him and his associate—the latter of which once turned himself in for murder and begged to be put to death. According to Hidaka, the blond man, known as "Kei", was ready to cooperate with the PSB and go willingly to his death, claiming that all they needed to do was put him out in the sun. He got a call the night before his scheduled execution, though, and he changed his mind. He broke free of the transport the next day and he got away, injuring but not killing two guards in the process.

Sasaki had asked why they never went after him again after that, and Hidaka explained that the evidence found to support Kei's murder confession was flimsy, at best. Both victims had gunshot wounds, and the bullets in Kei's gun didn't match. It was believed to be a result of a common gang shoot-out, and the only evidence to the contrary were the bite wounds in both men's throats. As such, law officials were reluctant to give Kei the death penalty. Men with much stronger cases against them stayed in the system for years, before being tried for execution.

Sasaki had a suspicion that they didn't delay Kei's execution because of a lack of evidence. She got the distinct impression that her superior had arranged it himself, against the science department's wishes, because Kei had begged for it. She couldn't be certain of that, however. No matter how well she thought she knew the detective, he only tended to share information he believed pertinent to his goals.

The PSB wanted to eventually put an end to the organized crime in Mallepa, but the Triads and the Yakuza had been around for centuries, and they owned the city. The first step to chipping away at their power base was to bring down the most lucrative and ruthless gangs, first. Clan Xu was currently on top, and they were quickly earning the reputation of being animals. The head officials wanted them stopped first, and the best way to get a feel of what they would be up against would be to infiltrate those who did business with them. The exact number of men in Sho's organization wasn't currently known, but he was doing business with Yang—who was an associate of both Chan and Xu.

Little steps. A single pebble dropped into the water, to cause ripples. Sasaki thought it was the smart thing to do, as open attempts to bring the Mafia to justice in the past had always failed. Subterfuge was their best chance to get the evidence they needed to begin rounding up the organizations and putting them away for their crimes.

The only problem was, she couldn't shake the feeling that her department was interested in Sho and Kei for reasons beyond reigning in organized crime. She just couldn't determine what those reasons were, and it wasn't her job to question their motivation in the first place.

She looked down at the photographs spread out over the counter island and she sighed, picking one up by the corners. "I don't believe in vampires," she murmured at the handsome creatures in the picture, "but I do believe there is more to this—and to you—than meets the eye. Maybe I'll find out what that is, eventually."

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