Visiting Korea was hardly considered a vacation, even though the white haired male was sitting in first class. A simple can of Pepsi sitting on the table beside himself as he stared at the screen of his laptop.

It had taken him a while to find this particular person, not exactly for a job, but for his own personal reasons. With his endless supply of contacts and intel, Hayate managed to find this son of a bitch.

Park Jung; his and Mio's father.

The man that carelessly picked up a woman at night and left her without a word - only to come back six years later and do the exact same thing. Hayate had never seen this man's face in person, and honestly he never even really wanted to. This was the man that helped put him on this filthy earth, and left Sayuri completely out of her mind.

Why would anyone cry for someone like that?

Just as Hayate was about to close his laptop, his phone started to ring. His red eyes darted to the device, the caller ID making him furrow his brows. Grabbing his phone, he answered the call. It was his assistant; Lihua. For whatever reason she called him, he had no idea.

"What is it?" The male grumbled, clearly uninterested in talking.

"Hayate. . ." The female spoke softly, holding her phone close to her ear. Ever since she met the white haired man, she felt in debt to him. Her father caught up in the Yakuza had been shot and killed for all the awful things he'd done - and Hayate was the one who did it, for money of course. As she sat on the floor, taken over by fear, Lihua asked him to shoot her.

His response; "I don't do favors."

Yet he saved her amidst all the commotion, and gave her a job as she had nowhere to go. For no particular reason, Hayate paid her far too much for the job that she did. Lihua merely picked up the phone for him, scheduled his appointments, cleaned his office, and that was all. She was pretty much his only co worker. He really hated working with others.

"Have you landed safely?" She asked this with the utmost concern.

"Not yet. One more hour. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. . . I was just concerned."

"Alright then. See you in a few days." Hayate missed all of her hints, and just hung up.

The poor girl.

Park Jung is some some of nobody, no one really knows him personally yet he's got nightclubs, women and money. This is what made it so difficult to find his stupid ass, but really - there is nothing Hayate cannot figure out. Normally he would go into missions under the code name RAiD, but today. . .

Today he was just going to be himself.

The young man who grew up in a broken household, who lost his sister, and went years of abuse under his drunken mother.

The plan was simple, through one of Jung's bouncers, Hayate said he had a business offering. As a front, he called himself by his code name just this once. Of course they knew about him, and were quick to comply. Money rules this world, every man is a slave to these stupid pieces of paper with no real value.

This brought the whitette to one of the nightclubs, even though he never cared a damn for parties. In one of the VIP rooms, he waited impatiently for Jung. A gorgeous woman came over and pouted Hayate a drink that he didn't even touch.

'Wonder what Mio's doing right now. . .'

Finally, the door opened, and there he was.

Just the sight of this piece of shit, had Hayate's blood boiling. That familiar white hair. . . Disgusting. To think that was actually his father.

"So this is what you look like. . . You're so young, I'd have never thought you were RAiD." Jung chuckled to himself, but Hayate's expression made it obvious that joke was awful. The older man took the seat on the opposite side of the table, taking notice of the untouched alcohol. "You're not gonna drink?"

"No, I hate alcohol." Hayate responded bluntly. "I didn't come here to drink, either."

"Alright then." Jung raised a hand in dismissal. ". . . Have you noticed?"

"Noticed what?" Hayate grimaced, clearly not interested in any friendly talk with this sicko.

"We look a lot alike." Jung leaned back in his seat, a sickening smile on his face.

"Right." Hayate glanced to the side, awkwardly.

"So what have you brought to the table? What a does a hitman want with me?"

"Just look at this." With a sigh, Hayate tossed a few photographs on the table. He took the liberty of actually printing them.

Raising a brow, Jung reached over and picked them up. His eyes staring at the first photo; this was Sayuri. His ex.

"How the hell did you get this?" He asked.

"Look at the next photo." Red eyes fixated on the other man.

As told, Jung swapped the photos. For some reason, a smile came to his face.

"Is this your sister? She's gorgeous. How much you want for her?"

Without missing a single second, Hayate brought his hand to the pocket inside his blazer, and pulled his revolver out. The nose pointed perfectly at the other man. Jung immediately raised his hands in defense. His eyes wide. . .

Hayate knew Jung would do this. He'd assume the business was selling him a prostitute. Although what he didn't know, was that it was going to make him far angrier than he expected. Even if he hadn't seen his little sister in years, she was still precious to him. He wouldn't let anyone lay a finger on her. She was all that he loved.

"First one was your ex." The male grit his teeth. "Second was your daughter. . . And here's your son."

"Okay ki-"

Why bother, listening to what he had to say?

Three gunshots were heard, but when the security guards had arrived, there was nothing but a bleeding body.

Actually, maybe this could be called a vacation, because Hayate went home feeling a lot better.

Park sat on the floor in the soccer clubroom, while most players stood up. As always, she sat by Kazemaru's feet while Endou and the other girls talked about the next team they'd be facing.

Senbayama was known for the iron defense. Their attacks were lacking, but they made up for it by not letting in any goals. They'd tire down their opponent, stop all their shoots, and then prepare for a counter attack. A simple yet efficient strategy.

"All we have to do is attack with diamond strength!" Endou cheered brightly. His enthusiasm always rubbed off on Park, so she hopped up from her seat to support him.

"And to do that. . . We train!" The team captain pumped a fist into the air.

"Yeah!!" Everyone did the same, but the cheer soon died down. . . More training huh. . . Wasn't exactly something to look forward to, but they had no choice.

Everyone made their way onto the pitch and started warming up, before getting to work.

"Mira Strike!" Park shot the ball towards the goal with her corkscrew kick. The ball bulleted towards Endou, who used his God Hand, and successfully caught the ball.

"Good work, Park-chan! You're getting stronger!" Endou grinned at the girl, who smiled gently before bowing her head in thanks.

Kazemaru gave the girl a quick pat on the head, and a smile before the two of them got back to training.

Park made a clean pass to Shishido, who then passed to Kazemaru - but it went a little wide. They stopped for a moment, before trying again. Park passed to Kazemaru with no problem, but when he passed to Handa, the brown haired boy wasn't able to keep up.

"What's going on you guys?" Kazemaru furrowed his brows in concern.

"Not sure, to be honest." Handa propped a hand up on his hip. "Let's keep trying." 

"Something isn't right." Natsumi muttered from her seat on the bench. She was watching very carefully, but still wasn't able to figure out what the problem was. "Maybe their feelings are getting dull. They should train some more in the Inabikari Training Center." She huffed.

". . . It's the Inabikari Training Center." Hibiki spoke up, catching the attention of all three girls.

"What do you mean? How?" Kino asked with a worried look in her eyes.

"Everyone has levelled up their individual selves, they don't know how to keep up with one another." He responded. "Although, Park excels in passing and teamwork - so she's managing just fine."

"Of course she is! She's my granddaughter after all!" A strange feminine voice interrupted the conversation. The three girls and Hibiki turned to where the voice came from.

The lovely Kim.

"Ah, Kim Sun. Surprised to see you here." Hibiki exhaled with a faint smile.

"You know her?" Natsumi lowered her voice to a whisper.

"Yes. She's Park's grandmother."

Grandmother!? This woman looked far too young to be a grandmother.

"I-It's nice to meet you." Kino smiled sweetly at Kim, who returned with a smile of her own.

"The pleasure is all mine my dear." Kim chirped. "I just came to see everyone practice if that's alright. I brought some snacks, as well!" She placed a container of sweet rice cakes down on the nearby bench.

"Wow, that's so nice of you! Thank you Miss Kim!" Haruna chimed happily.

Kino blew her whistle, and everyone made their way over to the benches. Natsumi prepared lemon slices soaked in honey, which went along well with the rice cakes.

Everyone asked who Kim was, and when she said she was Park's grandmother, they all had the same reaction as Kino and Natsumi- asides from Kazemaru, who knew her quite well. Kim was a beautiful woman, it was hard to believe she was the Grandmother of a teenager. At least, only because they didn't know the situation like Kazemaru did - and Kazemaru wouldn't be terrible enough to tell anyone.

"Your grandmother is really pretty." Shourin muttered to Park, who chuckled.

"She'll be really happy to hear that." Park smiled.

It was the day of the match against Senbayama. Everyone was waiting impatiently at the bench, for someone Hibiki had said was coming. Time was ticking and soon they would have to forfeit, but Hibiki didn't budge an inch.

"Coach, who are we waiting for? We're running out of time!" Kazemaru voiced his concern.

"Just wait." Hibiki responded.

"Endou, you're the captain, say something!" Kino tried to ask Endou for help.

". . . I don't know what this is about, but I trust coach." The brunet muttered, staring down at his gloved hands.

"Everyone is here, coach!" Someoka grumbled.

"He's here." Hibiki looked towards the stadium entrance, and there stood the final member, clad in a blue cape.

Kidou Yuuto.

"Took your sweet time." Gouenji jested.