Paris and Rin were conversing on the rooftop of the President's mansion. The burial was peacefully held today, in private, according to the President's wishes.
"I hope you don't mind. I instructed our butlers to find out Daisuke's whereabouts," Rin started.
"Daisuke..." Paris said the name and licked his lips. He can almost taste Daisuke's blood on his lips.
The one who almost killed him. Of course, he doesn't mind.
"Well, not for a rematch obviously." Rin understood Paris' thoughts and corrected them before it gets any darker.
"Ohhhh Rin, what a killjoy you are," Paris purred, fighting his bloodlust.
"We must focus. Your beloved Maru is at stake after all," Rin pointed out.
Paris' bloodlust subsided after hearing your name.
"Okay. Rin, explain clearly. Tell me, what do we need Daisuke for?" Paris asked, his facial expression dead serious.
