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Twi had gone out to see a friend of his... a Werewolf who wa sthe Alpha of his Pack. the Red Fang Pack was one of the slowest to join the Von Helson's cause, but to Twi this meant good things. their Alpha was a wise and deliberate leader. if anyone knew what to do in a situation like this, he would.

finding them was not easy. it would have to be difficult, but Twi had one advantage -- he wore the symbol of a Friend to the Pack. it was always they who found intruders before intruders found them, and unless they carried the Symbol they would be attacked.

when Twi was led to the Alpha, Greycoat, he bowed respectfully in his presence.

"Alpha Greycoat, it is a pleasure to meet with you again."

"indeed, Twilight. what troubles you?"

Twi grunted before answering, turning his head away in shame and staying bowed.

"my friends who remain loyal to the Don of the Kuro Gang." he explained. "I cannot bring myself to betray them completely, though I am forced to fight against them to fight for my goals. it breaks my unbeating heart."

at the reminder of his unnatural existence, many of the Werewolves shuddered or growled uneasily. but Greycoat silenced them.

"it is always painful to fight against those you love. especially when you do so out of love and a desire to protect them. you must choose what is most important to you."

"but Alpha Greycoat, if I do not stop the Kuros they will destroy everything! and yet, the others refuse to believe it! I feel that I will lose them no matter what I do."

"then you must not falter in your commitments! you cannot succeed with half-measures. you cannot make decisions for others, and so you must be true to your own cause. be strong, my Friend."

Twi hung his head, and a cold tear fell down his face. in a low voice he thanked the Alpha and told him he understood. he had to leave then, so he began to walked back to his home. several Werewolves guided him out of their territory.

Meanwhile,

Upon entering her room, the first thing Nari did was lock the door. She didn't want company, and she definitely didn't want anyone to see her undress. Next, she slipped off her rags, what was left of her blouse and leggings, and kicked off her muddy shoes. As she slowly walked across the room to her closet, she pulled out her rod from her bosom, unlocked the closet, and put it away. Sighing, she thought about the "fun" she had with it and wondered when she would get to use it again. 'I really should practice more, at least,' she told herself before closing the closet. She walked to her dresser and pulled out clean clothes-- underwear, a tank top, and dark skinny jeans. Then she went to her bathroom, closed the door behind her, and let the bathtub water run for a minute. Putting her clothes in a neat pile on the floor, she undressed fully and stepped into the tub. She turned the shower on, closed the curtain, and let her hair soak in the warm water spouting above her head. "Ahhhhh, this feels great!" she said to no one. She bathed for a good half hour. When she was finished, she stepped out to dry off, got dressed, and brushed her teeth. 'Might as well clean everything, right?' Finished and feeling satisfied, she ran and leaped onto her bed with a loud thud.

(Filler. D; )

The pen rolled out of Sabe's weak grip and rested between his fingers and the desk. It seemed as he didn't want to finish drawing out his thoughts even if he was awake.

All of the commotion lately was driving Koji insane. It felt like they hadn't had any time off between mission for ages. Well, that is to say, any time between chaos, because they hadn't had a real mission from the Kuro family in quite some time. He would kill for a simple stealth infiltration and reconnaissance mission at this point. Now with all this trouble about the Kuro Gang being listed as terrorists in the news and Vampires openly attacking headquarters. It was all just getting to be too much and he was starting to wish he had never joined in the first place. He had started up a shower while thinking over everything and ended up just standing under the hot water for a while thinking. It wouldn't be possible to just quit. Not when you're in the black-ops branch. Besides, with the current events, running now would make him look suspicious and that could put him in danger. Maybe he could try being an informant, like Foxi. He continued standing under the hot water, not cleaning himself off, just trying to relax and think. His mind trailed back to their trip through the past, what had happened to his brother, and what happened after. The Kuro family originally going to recruit Salem, not him. They only took him because Salem got himself killed. When he first joined, he thought he would be helping keep the streets of Durem safe. The Kuros were so organized, and they kept the vampires in line. It felt like the right thing to do at the time. The missions were simple enough when he was starting out. They helped him to figure out how to focus his abilities, found out what weapons he was best suited for, and had him running stealth operations. He never had to worry about open combat and keeping personnel safe before he was assigned to the Black-Ops, and the down time between missions was much more frequent. The art requests in his shop were never so far behind until he was reassigned.
Koji realized he was starting to get soggy and finished up in the shower. He started thinking about how his life would be different if he had never joined as he dried himself off. His art shop would have taken much longer to open if he hadn't met Foxi through the gang. Foxi. Again, he revisited their trip through time and remembered unintentionally getting a look of himself in the future. It was still so odd to think that in some version of his future, he and Foxi had started a family together. And yet, it was hard for him to picture a life where they had never met. Actually, it was hard to think about a life where he had never become a part of the kgbo. They were his family now. After all the s**t they went through together, it was hard to think of anyone else he felt closer to. Nah.. I can't leave. What would they do without me? He thought, silently laughing to himself.
Once he was dry, Koji threw on some pajama pants and flopped onto his bed. His hair was still a bit wet and it fell down into his face and clung to his cheeks. He irritatedly pushed it back and sighed, closing his eyes. "Next vacation we get, I'm getting my hair cut."