It was one of those rare occurrences she was found walking alone. Those who realized who she was strayed away from her path while those who didn’t simply didn’t care, thinking her as nothing but another child walking through the streets of Italy. The little girl had sneaked out again, a bad habit she had learned from a certain albino (and according to stories from Tazaru, something she might have inherited from her late-mother). It wasn’t a very good habit, but she wanted to have some form of freedom from time to time, and sneaking out was the only way to get it. Even now, she knew that within the next half an hour someone from her famiglia would find her and trail after her shadow to keep her safe. Those that weren’t Gamma, deliberately stayed a distance away, which she was thankful for though it was interesting to walk up to them with a smile and get sheepish looks in return.
“No! That’s mine! Give it back!”
The shrill screaming came from a child on the other road, accent heavy even as they tried to fight against the men taking away what seemed like a pouch. Their wallet? Or maybe something important? The older men opened it, looked through it and finding nothing, threw the bag back at the child, the action making the boy fall. They got closer, tilting their heads and glowering down at the little boy and starting to rant about how it was useless, and that he should apologize for it. Without thinking about her own circumstances, the little girl ran towards the scene, stepping right in between the fallen boy and the men, holding her hands out beside her as a barrier between the two sides.
“You are scaring the child. Please stop.”
Deep blue eyes stared straight at the man she picked out as the leader, making sure he stared right into her eyes. At first, he simply shouted at her too, but the longer she stared at him with an unchanging expression, her eyes kept on his, she mentally sighed in relief that it was working. The man had slowly, turned quiet, staring right back into her eyes without a word, looking hypnotized. In this short pause, the little boy took up his pouch and dashed off. It really was intriguing even to her, and she wondered if her eyes really looked so deep that people would stare into them to the point of losing themselves.
However, one of the others standing beside him called her out for sorcery, a rather stupid idea, but it couldn’t be helped for a normal person to think that. What she didn’t expect, was to have them suddenly come up to her, raising a hand to knock her back onto the ground. Unluckily, she wasn’t as strong as she used to be, and honestly was very frail despite her entitlement. Hence, she stumbled right onto the floor, hands scratching the floor and cutting the palm of her hand, but still keeping her eyes up at them all defiantly. They weren’t scary. Not really, if compared to the people back at home. Though, she knew she had no way to protect herself, even if she had somehow let the other boy run.
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