WHEN LIFE SUBTRACTS, ADD REVENGE

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PROLOGUE

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"What do you mean you haven't found him?" The pale man hissed his black hair swaying as he stood from his chair. The grey haired man kneeling in front of him quietly answered, "The men have found no signs of him. The scouts in Great Nations have heard anything about him either." The golden eyed man composed himself, calmly returning to his seat. The grey haired man raised his head, meeting his master's eyes. "What's our next course of action?"

The pale man clenched the arm rest of his chair, "Continue to search. Now, leave. I need to think things over."

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"What do you mean you haven't gotten any information?" The nin clad in orange and black asked, loudly. The pink haired teenager sent him a worried look from beside her teacher. The honey eyed woman sighed, "The squad I sent out to gather information about him came back empty handed. It seems as though he's disappeared of the face of the planet."

The bright haired ten clenched his fist and cursed softly, "Damn…"

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"What do you mean have nothing on him?" The merchant just shook his head and continued on with his business. The tall man sighed. His red clouded cloak swayed softly in the wind as he returned to his partner's side. The tall man sat a large hand on the black haired man's shoulder, "It seems no one has information. I'm sorry." The black haired man closed his eyes, raining pouring around them. "It isn't your fault." The man reopened his eyes. "I miss her." He said, honestly. The man had become more open with the blue skinned man since their return.

"We all do." The blue skinned man removed his hand from the ebony haired man's shoulder. "We all do."

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"What do you mean you can't find him?" The ginger asked, watching the brunette throw couch cushions across the room. The brunette raised her head, her promise ring glinting on her fingers as she tugged on a white lock of hair. "I can't effin' find Maxson!" The teen walked out of the room, cursing every step she took. The ginger smirked, pulling the brunette's iPod out from her pocket. She set it on the cushion-less couch and walked away.

The brunette walked away into the room seconds later, smirking when she spotted the iPod on the couch. She bent down and picked it up, waving it around. "And she thinks she can beat me at my own game."

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