Don't Ask, Don't Tell [Oracle/Kojiro]

[Oracle]

Oracle was able to trace the origins of the packet he received that night he was in Paris to the third layer of Makai; a place he was completely unfamiliar with. The only time he was in Hell was when he was visiting Tomo, and that was the seventh layer. He looked around to see if he could find anyone. But all he could see was cattle and horses. There was one instance where he could have sworn he saw a knight ride pass on a black steed.

Heh heh. Steed.

Oracle closed his eyes and started to concentrate on the man that could have given him the folder. When he finally received a mental picture, he opened his eyes rather suddenly and let his mind handle the rest of the work.

<I know you reside here,> he said in a mental speech that only the person he thought of could hear. <I must speak with you. I know you know who I really am, so I will be happy to know that I am not in disguise. I simply want to talk. Please, show yourself.>

Suddenly a fierce wind picked up. Oracle smiled, hoping this was a positive response to his mental invitation.

[Tsubarisu Kojiro]

One thing that Kojiro just couldn't understand was why people continued to fuck with him. Unlike the rest of the Hell Kings, he was of no importance. He wasn't in charge like the Boss. He wasn't a Super-Poison bitch like the.....Super-Poison bitch and so and so forth. Kojiro was becoming very annoyed at this.....Annoyance.

Of course this was all irrational bullshit. Kojiro was just over reacting and he knew it. He hadn't had a visitor since the Heaven/Hell brawl in his lair when he first moved in. That was fun, but that was over and he didn't want to deal with it again. He had too much going on. He was relaxing and plotting. He wanted to gain more prestige and power, but on his own.

Kojiro appeared a few feet behind Oracle. He cracked his neck lazily and stared at him in a very annoyed fashion.

"What the fuck you want?" He asked with his arms folded in front of him.

[Oracle]

Oracle looked behind him to see the being who was with his brother that night in Paris. He faced him fully after he took of his hood. His face was as serious as he could get it with the situation that was happening.

"I have no intention of fighting you," he said before continuing. "The night you and your brother were in Paris, you ran into two individuals; a Devil Saint named Sara Akuma and her companion, Hako Akuni."
He immediately changed into his Hako guise to give his company a visual reminder.
"As you know," he started, "Hako is one of my disguises in the mortal realm."

He went back to his normal form to continue his conversation.

"No one has ever been able to depict me from my disguises," he said as he pulled out an envelope, "until you alerted me that you have." He tossed the envelope between the two of them and once again stared at the man across from him.

"Who are you?" he asked. "How do you know me? What do you know about me and what were your intentions to let me know this?"

[Tsubarisu Kojiro]

Kojiro raised an eye bow. He had honestly never seen a dead man speak before (and he had seen some crazy shit). Kojiro was instantly pissed at this guy. He came here uninvited, he just came out of nowhere with questions that he expected to have answered, and he......Fucking sucked.

Kojiro usually tried to be a bit more.....How does one say....."sensible" about situations like these but this fucker was seriously asking for it. Kojiro's agenda was just that, his agenda. It was none of this fuck's business, so Kojiro looked the guy straight in the eye and said just that.

"Its none of your fucking business" Kojiro said with his arms folded across his chest.

[Oracle]

Oracle raised his eyebrows in questioning his company's attitude. A smirk almost graced his face because he found it arousing somewhat. If he were wearing pants instead of his robes, they would have agreed.

"You would not have wanted me to know what you knew about he," he started, "unless you wanted something from me in return."

Oracle rolled his head down, still keeping his eye contact with the man, looking at him as if he was his child who told an obvious lie and was staring him down for the truth. In Oracle's case, he was trying to gather his desires from his mind. He was unsuccessful of course, and was somewhat disappointed that sex was not under the list.

Sara was right; he was straight.

"It is obvious that you know who I am; Oracle the Zaihou," he introduced somewhat. "So you either have something to tell me, or you want something from me that I can't read from you."

Oracle stared into his dead eyes, not trying to read his thoughts or anything to that nature, surprisingly.

"A few months ago," Oracle continued, stepping back on track to the real reason for his visit, "your brother tried to kill me. Why?"

[Tsubarisu Kojiro]

'We dont share that kind of info, 'cause neither one of us cares." Kojiro said with shrug purosely ignoring Oracle's question about his pursuit of him.

Kojiro honestly believed that it wasnt any of this fag's business what he did in his spare time. If he wanted to go around the mortal realm and beat the shit out of young children it was his business. Now that he had the power he could start making the rules and his first rule was to dispose of this guy......When the time came.

[Oracle]

[This thread takes place after "Kiss My Eyes" and before "Three Days Grace," both located in the Ningenkai]

Oracle realized that there was nothing he could gather from his somewhat stubborn host at the time. Keeping the grip on his staff, he bounced it on the ground to loosen the settled dust from standing still for an extended period of time. He would try again when he would be less of a prick about the situation. Believing this, Oracle knew that he would be waiting for a very long time.

So until that time came, he tossed the folder the man gave him back to him. He watched it slide across the ground until it reached his feet. When it did, the disguise called "Markus" slid out of the folder near his right foot. Oracle looked at the content. He really was tracking him. He looked at the man with a suspicious frown.

"It seems that I've wasted my time here," he said. "I promise you, sir, that whatever your intentions are, I will be watching you closely. I am not the type of person that you want to take for granted."