In another part of the museum . . . .

A man with hair defying Newton's law of gravity was striding through the museum's halls. He was small by American standards but the sheer intensity of his presence made him seem taller than he actually was. He was a man who knew who he was. Confidence imbued every thought and action. There is a dangerous quality about him that has given him an extremely sexy air and made him somewhat unapproachable. The strength of his personality was an entity onto itself. People moved out of his way without conscious thought. He had a quality about him that people misinterpreted as arrogance. Actually it was pride; his aura was infused with it. Given half a chance you could probably tongue the air and taste it. He was always amused by the conflicting reactions he provoked simply by walking into a room. People were either attracted or irritated by his presence without really knowing why.

The exhibit was in Seoul; he finally had a chance to see it. He was looking forward to investigating this exhibit. He had been tracking it for months. Somehow he always seemed to miss it. Finally his itinerary matched the exhibits' travels. Taking a few hours off from business he came to view the exhibit. Currently he was personally managing an up and coming fighter he discovered in small town outside of Satan City. The fighter held a lot of promise and he wanted to see to his progression personally. The fighter was tall and had a head of white hair that seemed pink in one light and purple in another.

Another bonus was that this fighter's mother was the daughter of the head of Capsule Corp. He did not have and opportunity to meet her yet. He was sure if the son did well the mother would support her son. This would give him an opportunity to align himself with a person that would eventually hold a lot of sway with decision making at Capsule Corp. He was sure he could come up with a business plan that was mutually beneficial.

He used to manage his own career but he no longer fought competitively. He found his time was better spent finding up and coming talent and cultivating it. When he was competing he saw a disturbing trend. The fighters seem to depend on brute strength not skill. He knew of the current world champion but he paid little attention to press coverage. He knew the man had to be good because he managed to beat all his fighters. He prided him self in cultivating some of the strongest and brightest fighters in the game. He believed that fighting should combine skill and strength. Since no one else seemed to have his vision he made his own a reality. As a result he was the one of the most powerful and highly influential men in the martial arts business. It was a sore point that no one from any of his dojos had been able to recapture any of the titles this year. His fighters held major influence in the competitive circuits around the world. Of the three main world tournaments each one had a fighter from his dojo in the top 3.

Looking at his Movado he had at least 5 hours before his next appointment, plenty of time to enjoy the exhibit. He unbuttoned the midnight blue jacket that was tailored to accentuate his trim but muscular build. He also unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt in an attempt to be comfortable while he toured the museum. He wanted to see the main attraction first. Apparently the tomb of one of his favorite legends had been found. The tomb held the bones of two bodies they had been authenticated as coming from the same time period. Legend states that they were two lovers who were sentenced to death for treason against the Pharaoh of Egypt. They were buried together at the mercy of the Pharaoh's daughter. He grew up hearing the legend. His mother had loved the story so much she named him after the Nubian Prince in the story. The story never failed to fill him with a sense expectancy. Another fact that intigued him was that the legend also stated that the lovers would meet later on in another life in a time more opportune for their love.

He was rounding the corner of the hall that held the tomb when he felt a familiar presence. It always seemed to be at tournaments or press events. Pausing for a moment he collected himself then rounded the corner. He saw the exhibit's main attraction was partially obscured by a very pleasant view. The first thing he noticed was the long black hair flowing down the length of a muscular back. The second thing he noticed was the shapely rear that sat a top a pair of very powerful legs. Reading the description of the main exhibit was a man in a sleeveless blue shirt, cream linen pants and cream moccasins.