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Hibari's POV

Two hours. It took two hours for Weissman to make it to them. Jin and Zengo had to switch out in order to suppress Harrison's aura. They had been unlucky in where Weissman's ship was placed.

When the man finally did arrive he took one look at Harrison and barked, "Get him on my ship. I have everything prepared for him. Hibari you're coming as well."

Jin blinked in surprise. Why was he coming? What possible reason could he be needed?

Silver eyes softened slightly as they lay on him. The man said, "Hibari that boy believes in you. You are the reason he is willing to live. That was not something he had last time. Without you, he will die. Beyond that, there is more at work here. We will talk about it more on my ship."

Taking a breath Jin ordered, "Zengo you are in charge while I'm away. Keep things under control in my absence."

"Yes, sir!"

Zengo could take care of the clan while he was gone. Out of all his men he trusted the man above all others. The men of the clan knew better than to go against their Lieutenant. Fighting him would only end badly.

With that, he walked towards where the ship had landed. It would be his first time entering the First King's domain. Very few ever had the honor of entering his domain.

Out of the seven... eight kings Weissman was a true recluse. The ship only landed when it was in need of supplies. When unloading the supplies it was done under the watchful eye of the Usagi. No one was to have any contact with Weissman.

Most people believed that he was a myth. Even many clans and their clansmen doubted his existence. Jin himself had only received the information on how to contact the man a few weeks earlier. It was almost as if someone had known this was coming.

There was a King who had the ability of precognition. Though it was unlikely this King would step in to help someone like Harrison. As Kings went Miwa was almost as reclusive as Weissman.

One major exception separated the two men. Miwa had a young boy who trained under him. Weissman would never take on a clansman. That was a vow he had made years ago.

Walking into the shop he was surprised to find it open. It was a spacious area that had a single bed on one end. In the middle was a small kitchen. There was also a couch and two chairs by the large window.

His clansman laid Harrison on a medical table that had been put in. In just the short time he was away from the boy's aura had gone out of control again.

Jin went straight to the boy's side and placed his hand on the fevered chest just below the red clansman mark. Bringing forth his own aura he tried to suppress the boy's. Instead, it lashed out with strength greater than his own.

Jin was sent flying across the room. He would have shattered broken the window if a silver aura hadn't stopped him. It cushioned his abrupt stop.

Weissman commented as he watched the three auras lash out of the boy's body, "Even with the two of us this isn't going to work. We will need a wizard to act as a binder. I can suppress his aura for a time but you will need to find a strong wizard. At least of the boy's strength and then send a signal to me."

"Why?"

It didnt make sense. They should be able to suppress Harrison's aura without a wizard. It was well known that wizards and kings did not get along. They avoided each other like the plague.

Realization hit him. There was one wizard who had an unnatural liking to kings.

Harrison might think he didnt know but it didnt take him long to figure it out. The boy called him Marvolo and he was a British wizard. Powerful and dark.

If there was anyone that could help it would be Marvolo. The problem would be finding him.

Weissman replied, "The boy's auras were damaged by suppressors he's used in the past. His magic naturally dark is fueling the darkness of his aura. Without a wizard, we won't be able to stop it. It would likely drive you into insanity."

Sighing he said, "I'll find one and be back as soon as I can."

Marvolo's POV

A frown crossed his face as he walked past the training yard of SCEPTER4. He was disillusioned so those who surrounded a blimp would not see him.

The target of his watchfulness was brought out on a stretcher by two medics. Even from his position by the gates, he could feel the uncontrolled magic lashing out. It was in time with the three colors bursting from the boy's chest.

If he was closer he could have tasted the magic. Where he was at though he could simply feel it.

Watching he saw a man go into the ship. It wasnt until a few minutes later when the man returned did he feel it.

There was a reason wizards didnt work with kings. It wasnt just that they tried to keep their worlds separate. Magic infected aura and aura infected magic.

Cases of illnesses were few and far between. It stemmed from the dislike between the two groups. Alone the Kings would be unable to fight it. It would take a wizard to bring out the infection.

He was going to try and break in when a black-haired man came out. It was the one that Harrison had been following around. Looks like his way in came to him.