"Enough!" Yami called. Hatsu's shots were getting sloppy. He wasn't aiming the gun properly in the first place, but besides that he wasn't firing at the right distances anymore. Hatsu retracted his bullets and stood at attention, but his eyes were practically glazed over. Yami walked up to stand directly in front of the boy. Now that he was standing still and not gripping his gun anymore (it had reverted to finger guard mode) it was obvious his hands were shaking. His face was flushed and he looked absolutely exhausted.<br/><br/>Yami sighed, shaking his head. "I can't get any more out of you this way," he said. "There's a futon hidden in that wall panel. Use it to get some sleep." The relief in the boy's features was beyond obvious. He was out cold within five minutes.<br/><br/>----------------------------<br/><br/>Anaka lead Hiei through the outskirts. They traversed over fallen buildings, shredded bits of metal, half-burnt wood and whatever else was left of the place. It used to be the living area for the relatively poorer people in the city, and the location of many factories and other workshops. They came to a heap of wood that may have once been a house. Whatever it had been, it was in sad shape now.<br/><br/>Anaka moved over to it, pulling away debris. Hiei simply watched her for a moment. "There's a picture of Vaan here?" he asked.<br/><br/>Anaka paused. "Hopefully. This used to be our house. There should be something here, I just hope it's not completely destroyed."<br/><br/>Hiei looked around at the wasteland they'd entered. "People lived here?" he asked. He knew there used to be factories and stuff out this way, but he didn't know there was housing out here too.<br/><br/>Anaka's face flushed. "Yes! We were poor, okay?" she said, suddenly sounding angry.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What did I do?</span>Hiei wondered.<br/><br/>Anaka turned away. "Just help me look for the picture, okay?" she sighed.<br/><br/>-------------------------<br/><br/>Vaan heard a transmission suddenly come in through his ear piece and a smirk fell across his face. "Merle," he said with a chaotic joy touching his lips. "Is that so? By all means, if you're not indisposed, come right over. I'd love to hear what you have to say." If Merle was reporting in, things were finally going to be less boring.