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"Ah, that was an interesting sleep!" Hayate stretched lazily, hopping out of his bed. He grinned, staring out at a window thoughtfully. After several minutes, he leapt out the second story window, catching onto a lightpost, shimmying down quickly. He took a deep breath of the pre-dawn air. After several minutes, he turned to look towards the outskirts of the city, feeling something dark there. "What's that...? I should go check it out!" Hayate grinned, running in the direction he'd felt.

Running, he spied Lassic, accosted by some man with a dagger. Without worry, he leapt forward, driving his foot into the man's head and into the wall. He backflipped back, giving Lassic a thumbs up. "Justice has been served!! Oh, Lassic! What a coincidence! I hadn't seen you there! What're you doing?"

Lassic, a human with black mouse ears, smiled at his friend. "I'm just running some errands. Where'd you come from? I hadn't seen you."

"I came from my house, where else?" Hayate laughed. He held up a hand to silence his continuing questions. "Justice waits for no man! I must go!" He shouted, running behind the tree. He listened for Lassic's foot steps, walking around behind him as he stopped next to it.

"He's gone, already! Damn. What was I going to do again?" Lassic muttered to himself, shaking his head.

"Didn't you say you had errands to do?" Hayate asked, stifling a laugh as he doubled again around Lassic, seeming to the poor man to have disappeared completely.

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"Ah, it's always fun to mess with Lassic! Hiro got used to it, and the cats always smell me before I can get close!" Hayate stretched lazily, feeling particularly good about himself, having just KO'd another enemy of justice. Taking a deep breath, he smiled. The sun was now high overhead, a comfortable warmth falling through the land. Hayate took a sip of some soda, staring out from inside the restaurant he'd just had breakfast in. Hayate started to space out, but the sound of metal on metal distracted him. He dove under the booth, crawling out from the corner as he looked at whatever it was that had just tried to kill him. There stood a youth, male, with gold hair and a fencing saber.

"Pas mal. T'as de bons réflexes. Voyons combien de temps tu vas durer..."

Hayate frowned, having no idea what boy was saying. It took him several moments to even figure out that his assailant was actually male, so fair was his face and hair, precious moments that allowed the boy to retract his saber, advancing. Hayate shook himself out of his reverie, his own blade flying out to meet the next assault. The duo clashed, saber against katana as the patrons scattered, watching the fight with worried looks. Hayate parried several slashes at his neck, catching the blade with the hilt. He spun low, trying to offbalance his asssailant as he lashed out, but the boy didn't fall for it, leaping away from the strike. Hayate backflipped away from another stab, a quick slash drawing a thin red line on his back. Hayate leaped through the air, trying to smash the blade down on his foes head, but he missed badly. The boy sidestepped the attack, leaping away sprightly as Hayate's katana slammed in the ground, quickly sticking in the hard wood floor. Hayate tugged at it, but was quickly forced to abandon it, diving back away from it to keep his head on.

"Très bien! Maintenant continue!" The boy chortled, seemingly making fun of Hayate's accent as he charged, bring his single-edge sabre across in a great sweep. Hayate yelped, raising his left arm in defense just before he got slashed, the force of the blow driving him to the side. Hayate rolled with the attack, hopping this way and that to dodge the now rapidly attacking blade. A cut here, a slash there, and Hayate found himself pinned against a wall, the blade flying for his throat. He slapped out with his hand, suffering a jagged gash on his hand and forearm. "Oh, t'es blessé. C'est tout ce que tu peux faire, je suppose?" The man commented in mock sympathy, stabbing his sword down at Hayate's head. Hayate twisted to the side, barely able to avoid the blow as it slammed into the wood wall behind him. His foot followed the twist, smashing into his assailant's face, staggering him.

"Je suis impressionné, on dirait que tu PEUX te battre," The french man blinked, shaking his head to clear it. Hayate didn't even try to understand what he'd just said, running back for his katana. He yanked it, ducking under a slash at his head, flipping over to his blades other side to avoid a cut at his legs, and raising his left arm, deflecting another slash with his forearm. He growled, leaping away, his eyes changing to that of a wild cat's as he rolled. He leapt, launching a devastating kick at the frenchman, but he just ducked under it, twirling.

"Ggraaaah!" Hayate roared, leaping over into a kick, scattering the man's consciousness with the devastating blow to the cranium. A kick to the chest, to his legs, and to the face had the man staggering in pain, bringing up his blade to block another kick at his face, only to be caught in the stomach, and lifted into the air. Hayate followed after, kneeing him in the side before kicking him out a nearby window, shattering the glass. Hayate staggered, falling to his knees, lightheaded from blood loss. The jagged slash on his hand and forearm had thankfully already stopped bleeding, closing slowly as Hayate stood. It took some effort, but he managed to free his katana, sheathing it before slogging over to his seat, looking up at the anxious waiter.

"Check please..." Hayate muttered, coughing. His cloathes were blood-stained, his jacket had gotten ripped, and he had just gotten his arse handed to him by a boy that looked to be three years younger. 'I'm gonna need to stay here a bit. If I try to walk around with this lack of blood, I'm probably going to faint.' He moaned, rubbing his scabbed over injuries. The waiter brought over the tab, terrified of Hayate's cats-eyes.

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"I really do have the Riot Edge to thank for keeping me alive this long!" Hayate muttered, sighing as he walked down the main thoroughfare. Roughly thirty minutes had passed since the fight with the kid, and his light-headedness had all but disappeared, though his body was still somewhat sluggish. He focused hard enough to make his head hurt, looking around at his surroundings. He frowned, seeing that there was a hedgemaze open nearby. "Was that there yesterday? I don't remember it being there." He frowned, entering the hedge maze. He glanced back, having heard the gate swing shut without him touching it, but he shrugged it off, walking on.

"I wonder why I didn't see this here before?" Hayate wondered, passing from archway to archway. It didn't take long at all for him to get lost. After several hours of pointless wandering he stopped, glancing at what seemed to be a church, though what god it could've been was open to question.

He stopped, seeing the blond from earlier standing next to a young girl, also with blond hair. "Tiens, tiens, tiens, vieux frère."

Hayate opened his mouth in surprise, barely reacting to the lightning fast stab from the blond male.

Hayate stared down at his chest, realizing only belatedly that the man had been holding a katana...his katana. "But...how?" The boy didn't respond, smiling darkly as he disappeared into the church.

"Ne perds pas le contrôle, 'grand frère'," The girl commented in a voice as smooth as honey, following the man.

Hayate found himself unable to raise his arms, unable to even move as his consciousness started to drift away. He felt his body convulsing. His body was starting to spasm. He was starting to black out when...

IT happened.

Something dark, something malevolent, something sinister came roaring up from Hayate's mind, overriding all physical thought. Hayate shivered, terrified as the darkness threatened to consume him, blood oozing from his wound. He heard a voice calling his name, a voice he was particularly familiar with. 'L-Lass-ic?' Hayate shivered, his vision darkening slowly. He could hear Lassic shouting something at him, but it sounded so far away...his mind was starting to sink down into a deep dark endless abyss...

'Help...me...someo...ne...'

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"Ah, that was an interesting sleep!" Hayate stretched lazily, hopping out of his bed. He grinned, staring out at a window thoughtfully. After several minutes, he leapt out the second story window, catching onto a lightpost, shimmying down quickly. He took a deep breath of the pre-dawn air. After several minutes, he turned to look towards the outskirts of the city, feeling something dark there. "What's that...? I should go check it out!" Hayate grinned, running in the direction he'd felt.

Running, he spied Lassic, accosted by some man with a dagger. Without worry, he leapt forward, driving his foot into the man's head and into the wall. He backflipped back, giving Lassic a thumbs up. "Justice has been served!! Oh, Lassic! What a coincidence! I hadn't seen you there! What're you doing?"

Lassic, a human with black mouse ears, smiled at his friend. "I'm just running some errands. Where'd you come from? I hadn't seen you."

"I came from my house, where else?" Hayate laughed. He held up a hand to silence his continuing questions. "Justice waits for no man! I must go!" He shouted, running behind the tree. He listened for Lassic's foot steps, walking around behind him as he stopped next to it.

"He's gone, already! Damn. What was I going to do again?" Lassic muttered to himself, shaking his head.

"Didn't you say you had errands to do?" Hayate asked, stifling a laugh as he doubled again around Lassic, seeming to the poor man to have disappeared completely.

-------

"Ah, it's always fun to mess with Lassic! Hiro got used to it, and the cats always smell me before I can get close!" Hayate stretched lazily, feeling particularly good about himself, having just KO'd another enemy of justice. Taking a deep breath, he smiled. The sun was now high overhead, a comfortable warmth falling through the land. Hayate took a sip of some soda, staring out from inside the restaurant he'd just had breakfast in. Hayate started to space out, but the sound of metal on metal distracted him. He dove under the booth, crawling out from the corner as he looked at whatever it was that had just tried to kill him. There stood a youth, male, with gold hair and a fencing saber.

"Pas mal. T'as de bons réflexes. Voyons combien de temps tu vas durer..."

Hayate frowned, having no idea what boy was saying. It took him several moments to even figure out that his assailant was actually male, so fair was his face and hair, precious moments that allowed the boy to retract his saber, advancing. Hayate shook himself out of his reverie, his own blade flying out to meet the next assault. The duo clashed, saber against katana as the patrons scattered, watching the fight with worried looks. Hayate parried several slashes at his neck, catching the blade with the hilt. He spun low, trying to offbalance his asssailant as he lashed out, but the boy didn't fall for it, leaping away from the strike. Hayate backflipped away from another stab, a quick slash drawing a thin red line on his back. Hayate leaped through the air, trying to smash the blade down on his foes head, but he missed badly. The boy sidestepped the attack, leaping away sprightly as Hayate's katana slammed in the ground, quickly sticking in the hard wood floor. Hayate tugged at it, but was quickly forced to abandon it, diving back away from it to keep his head on.

"Très bien! Maintenant continue!" The boy chortled, seemingly making fun of Hayate's accent as he charged, bring his single-edge sabre across in a great sweep. Hayate yelped, raising his left arm in defense just before he got slashed, the force of the blow driving him to the side. Hayate rolled with the attack, hopping this way and that to dodge the now rapidly attacking blade. A cut here, a slash there, and Hayate found himself pinned against a wall, the blade flying for his throat. He slapped out with his hand, suffering a jagged gash on his hand and forearm. "Oh, t'es blessé. C'est tout ce que tu peux faire, je suppose?" The man commented in mock sympathy, stabbing his sword down at Hayate's head. Hayate twisted to the side, barely able to avoid the blow as it slammed into the wood wall behind him. His foot followed the twist, smashing into his assailant's face, staggering him.

"Je suis impressionné, on dirait que tu PEUX te battre," The french man blinked, shaking his head to clear it. Hayate didn't even try to understand what he'd just said, running back for his katana. He yanked it, ducking under a slash at his head, flipping over to his blades other side to avoid a cut at his legs, and raising his left arm, deflecting another slash with his forearm. He growled, leaping away, his eyes changing to that of a wild cat's as he rolled. He leapt, launching a devastating kick at the frenchman, but he just ducked under it, twirling.

"Ggraaaah!" Hayate roared, leaping over into a kick, scattering the man's consciousness with the devastating blow to the cranium. A kick to the chest, to his legs, and to the face had the man staggering in pain, bringing up his blade to block another kick at his face, only to be caught in the stomach, and lifted into the air. Hayate followed after, kneeing him in the side before kicking him out a nearby window, shattering the glass. Hayate staggered, falling to his knees, lightheaded from blood loss. The jagged slash on his hand and forearm had thankfully already stopped bleeding, closing slowly as Hayate stood. It took some effort, but he managed to free his katana, sheathing it before slogging over to his seat, looking up at the anxious waiter.

"Check please..." Hayate muttered, coughing. His cloathes were blood-stained, his jacket had gotten ripped, and he had just gotten his arse handed to him by a boy that looked to be three years younger. 'I'm gonna need to stay here a bit. If I try to walk around with this lack of blood, I'm probably going to faint.' He moaned, rubbing his scabbed over injuries. The waiter brought over the tab, terrified of Hayate's cats-eyes.

-------

"I really do have the Riot Edge to thank for keeping me alive this long!" Hayate muttered, sighing as he walked down the main thoroughfare. Roughly thirty minutes had passed since the fight with the kid, and his light-headedness had all but disappeared, though his body was still somewhat sluggish. He focused hard enough to make his head hurt, looking around at his surroundings. He frowned, seeing that there was a hedgemaze open nearby. "Was that there yesterday? I don't remember it being there." He frowned, entering the hedge maze. He glanced back, having heard the gate swing shut without him touching it, but he shrugged it off, walking on.

"I wonder why I didn't see this here before?" Hayate wondered, passing from archway to archway. It didn't take long at all for him to get lost. After several hours of pointless wandering he stopped, glancing at what seemed to be a church, though what god it could've been was open to question.

He stopped, seeing the blond from earlier standing next to a young girl, also with blond hair. "Tiens, tiens, tiens, vieux frère."

Hayate opened his mouth in surprise, barely reacting to the lightning fast stab from the blond male.

Hayate stared down at his chest, realizing only belatedly that the man had been holding a katana...his katana. "But...how?" The boy didn't respond, smiling darkly as he disappeared into the church.

"Ne perds pas le contrôle, 'grand frère'," The girl commented in a voice as smooth as honey, following the man.

Hayate found himself unable to raise his arms, unable to even move as his consciousness started to drift away. He felt his body convulsing. His body was starting to spasm. He was starting to black out when...

IT happened.

Something dark, something malevolent, something sinister came roaring up from Hayate's mind, overriding all physical thought. Hayate shivered, terrified as the darkness threatened to consume him, blood oozing from his wound. He heard a voice calling his name, a voice he was particularly familiar with. 'L-Lass-ic?' Hayate shivered, his vision darkening slowly. He could hear Lassic shouting something at him, but it sounded so far away...his mind was starting to sink down into a deep dark endless abyss...

'Help...me...someo...ne...'