Queen Of (THIS) Tragedy

"You know, I would be really happy if I could be with you, tomorrow and the next day." I will just repeat it all over again. So that I can look at tomorrow's sky with you.

[memorisa]

Please, I'm like five. Please save me.

Brings someone a pillow in the tea shop.

"Here, this is for you."

[1bitnumbers-deactivated20170826]

the story of meeting eyes.

Seto was many things — a hard worker, an optimist, a loyal and trustworthy friend, but what Seto was not was forgetful. He had been in Iunctum for several days, bordering on a week now and his many part time jobs had kept him busy and constantly moving througout the large cityscape. It was in a transition from one job to the next that he had seen a mass of fluffy white hair. It had stopped him dead in his tracks of course, and he almost forgot everything else around him and yet, before he knew it, that vision was gone.

After the fact, Seto quickly began to look around with the intent of trying to find that same sight. It was hard enough given how small the girl he knew was, but eventually and with a bit of mingling around — Seto caught sight of the girl once again. He called out to her once but his voice was easily drawn out by the passing cars, he frowned and proceeded none the less, determination setting in before relief washed over him when he was within arm’s length. It was a bit of a flurry, the actions he took next, hurrying around and scooping the small girl right into his arms and up into the air.

"Mary!"

It really was her! Seto couldn’t even begin to describe the complete elation he felt coursing through him. He could only smile and thank goodness that she was here too, and that she was safe and unharmed. He apologized with a laugh for having been so abrupt, setting Mary down before him next with a growing and exceedingly bright smile. He wanted to hear all about what she had been up to in Iunctum, wondering who her family was, where she worked, and the like — maybe he could figure something out with his own work to be able to hang around his treasured friend more often! "Sorry, I know this is a lot to talk about but..I really missed you. I’m just really glad to see you again…!"

[memorisa]

Her immediate thoughts are to get things done, she's given a list of things to do and she wants to try and complete them, maybe she'll have a better view in the eyes of the people that she works with. Running from left and right, the female looks at a list in her hands of various things she needs to purchase. She doesn't know where any of these places are but f she tries her best, she'll be able to do anything! A positive mind!

Because of how long she was locked away behind doors in her youth, from coming outside until she was an adult who could protect herself, her stamina was truly low so sometimes she would falter. Almost tripping over her own two feet and at that moment, maybe it's why she feels hands wrap around her body, the ground disappeared from under her and it feels so natural to her, it does. Maybe it's because when she caught site of who picked her up, how calm and at east the grasp was of prior. She could tell who it is. The words leaving from his lips and the female placing her hands onto the arms that held her up, wide eyes are ecstatic-- happy.

She was oh so.. very happy, she couldn't form words or say anything at him because her eyes starting to water up, her face reddening because it has been so long. Back on her feet, it's indescribable of how much she wants to be in his arms. Her lips wibble and she keeps up her warm smile as she moves forward quickly, holding out her arms because she wants to hug him. She missed him, so so much.

"Seto!! S.. Seto!!" Really, was this like what Biggie Smalls has said, 'Was it All a Dream?' ... No, it couldn't be. He's right there before her, "You're finally here..!" How long as the time gone by that she couldn't see him? He's an importance to her life, not knowing what she'd be able to do without him. Someone she wants to be by because she feels the utmost safe, the tears that stroll down her cheeks as she latches to him. "You're.. you're okay. I was worried I'd never see you again.." TTATT. That's how she feels truly. On the tip of her toes and sniffling, at times she's a big girl or tries to be but when it comes to him.. her emotions are always seen.

[memorisa]

please save me from running away

[deadseeing]

Her question causes for him to stifle a laugh; him a monster? She wasn’t entirely wrong, with that claim: he was not human, but a glamorous demon in the light! Monsters –– mainly his minions attacked anything that moved, unless of course he approached, which made them perhaps cower in fear. Perhaps the sky child thought he was a monster, because he wanted to create a world suited for his master? But he did it in good faith, just like that pathetic human desired to follow Hylia’s plans. Not that Mary needed to know what he truly was. It was irrelevant unless he felt like revealing it.

"It depends solely on what your perception of what a monster is. ” He replies coolly, along with a shrug “But I am not.  I hope that washes your concerns away.”  He proceeds to give a hearty laugh, and he is amused that she is willing to offer her something in return.

Although, he deserves nothing after all, since it was a mere bump in. He leans near her now, inspecting her face and swiftly uses his gloved hand to wipe away the newly produced tears she has shed. What could he use her for? The demon lord wasn’t entirely certain of what she could do in this state. He knew personally, after revisiting his fight with the sky brat. His anger had gotten the best of him, blinded him and which caused him to become vulnerable. He draws back now, his posture relaxed as he returns to the position he was formally in.

“Hm. I have something in mind, if you are up to the task.” He says, when fixing his hair, combing some of the strands off to the side so both of his eyes were on her. “But first, should I offer some advice? You should be able to express yourself, child! If you keep your emotions bottled up for too long, they may eventually spill all over. ” He stretches out his arms now, while he gesticulates, “If you do so, with anyone you may feel much better. I dislike looking at your crestfallen expression.”

[memorisa]

Hands that touch her reddened face remove the tears that ran down and even the small trail they left, Mary lets him do so since she sees no reason not to. It reassures her just a bit to the point she tries to suck up her tears and clear her throat that she can speak much more clearly. Whimpers and constant sniffles weren't going to make for the proper conversation! She looks down and ponders what her true emotions are to be but there's nothing she truly wants to say about it. She shakes her head, "Huh.. It's.. nothing.. at all." That's right, it's nothing, really!

It's not everyday someone will give her kind words, she'll have to take them and learn from them. It's best if her friends were around to keep her from getting into these troubles but with accidents, she learns something new. She'd have to apply them to herself as she grows up and becomes that adult that her mother wanted her to be, even though Mary doesn't know when that would ever be.

She's expressing herself enough as of now, right? "I.. I'll remember that." With a puff of her cheeks and a hand raised to press them down so the air left from her lips, she tries to get herself together. "I will try my best." A nod given as she wipes her wet hands on the apron of her dress. She finally stares at the other, light hues waiting for something as she takes in the male's appearance. He's different from anyone she's ever seen and she has seen a number of people in her life, maybe. Humans and such but she isn't much one who can sense all mystical properties but she does feel something different.

"So.. so what was it that you needed!" She places her hands together now, twiddling her thumbs as her hair slithers in the front. They always shake from time to time considering being part medusa, she isn't like her grandmother at all. "I'll try to do as much as I can.. but.. I know sometimes.. I mess up.. so I guess that's why some people.. get fed up.. but I'll make sure it doesn't happen this time." She believes this must be the reason why her one person in her family always yells at her when she comes near him and things of that manner.

[memorisa]

tea-hehe, it's not that funny is it.

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     For better or for worse, Therese is far from acquainted with this particular tact of marketing — even when taking into account the disparity between her own time and that in which she now finds herself (not to mention her isolation outside of society even then). As far as she was - and indeed is - aware, all things come at a cost, in some way or another.

     It is with some hesitation, then, that she looks upon the girl’s tray, with its samples of drink atop it. (Of course, ever-maternal as her eye is, it doesn’t escape her notice that the poor child seems to be struggling with the plate’s weight, and she almost offers to take it from her.) She can be fairly certain, if nothing else, that there is no ill intent behind this offering: despite what reputation continues to hang over her in her own mind, she is not known at all here, and even if she were, she would never suspect that somebody as sweet in appearance as this one would accordingly deliver any ill wishes upon her. Still, however, she is uncertain, and her fingers twitch ever-so slightly at her side.  

     At any rate, this new bemusement presented to her now keeps at bay any gnawing hollowness within her.

     "What— What exactly do you want from me?" There’s a slight distance to her tone, but the aspiring sales-woman can rest assured she has her attention still — albeit in the form of a mild confusion. Her gaze flickers back to that of the other, "You would like me to try one of these teas…?"

     This is all very new to her, and - simple though she is sure it is, all other of her circumstances into consideration - it verges on the overwhelming. Uncertainly, she lifts a hand to take one of the small paper cups of tea from the tray; only a second seems to pass before she decides otherwise, however, and she once more finds herself looking to the young girl as though for some slight guidance. A nagging worry appears to her then, that her coin might not be accepted here if she is indeed expected to pay for this little bit of custom: although it is not only this which distracts her thoughts in the moment.

     "…In fact, might I be able to sit down awhile, dear?" She indulges in a smile, as slight as it is fleeting, "My feet rather ache for all the walking around town I have done, you see."

[memorisa]

She feels bad, honestly for asking this woman to indulge in drinking this simple tea for the way she states what did Mary want from her, was a bit skeptical. Though she can't give up, this is her job and she promises everyone inside that she would do her best. Standing in place and waiting just a bit, she hears how the other wants to sit down for just a bit and Mary gives a smile before stepping out the way so she can allow the female to enter, the tea shop is ran by the usual sets of workers.

With some new faces, of course. A young orange-haired girl with glasses that's doing nothing but groaning at a short blonde haired boy. It seems like they know each other from how they yell and cause ruckus, some of the customers staring at them amused or annoyed. Though Mary seems to acknowledge the boy rather than the girl, it's weird but that'show life is. The person Mary spoke of before was sleeping on the bags covered in various toys, the seats were compliments of the owner Kyoya Gaen, who isn't in at the moment, sadly.

Finding an area for the other to sit, "Here!" Mary speaks up as she finally sets the tray down onto the table in front of a chair that the other can rest. Mary being 5'1" has the table by a few inches but the female still reigns supreme in her young (but old age). "You can stay right here and I should get you a menu.." She turns around, hurrying to another table that's filled with menus that has snacks and other beverages (all sorts of tea and water) inside. Coming back over, she sets the menu right next to the tray with the three different types of teas.

"If you need anything else.. I'm willing to do it.. I'll be your wai.. tress for today! My name is.. Mary Kozakura!!" She gives a small little bow in which she hits her head on the table, jumping back and hands raising to her forehead to cover the area where she had hit. "Ow ow ow.." She whispers, closing her eyes so that the pain can go away. "Sorry.." Though from behind her, she can hear snickering from certain people which she lets out a short breath. One day she'll get better.

[memorisa]

please save me from running away

[deadseeing]

He tenses when the child bumps into him. Irritability is quick to overcome the Demon Lord and he isn’t afraid to show the frown on his asymmetrical features. His cloak subtly flutters about as he pivots on his heels to face the Medusa. A non existent eyebrow is raised when he looks down upon her. There was something enchanting about this maiden, he could tell–– he could practically feel this magical property that the other held. Given the task he was given in the past, he had to be able to point out these properties in order to succeed against the war with Hylia.

"Silly, silly girl,” he tuts, wagging his finger at her as if she were some disobedient child. He shakes his head, with a disapproving look in his eyes, his tone was light despite the mean gleam in his gaze. It was almost as if it was teasing the poor little maiden. The facade is still in place; a hand is placed onto his left hip, while the other gestures to Mary.

"What if I were some monster, hm? A monster could have instinctively attacked you because of your foolishness because you were unaware of your surroundings.” He offers her a shrug, briefly glancing down to where she may have hit into him. No scratches. He barely felt her bump into him, it was only because of her yell that alerted him of her presence. “But fear not, child! I am in perfect condition, your carelessness did not harm me in the slightest.”

He remains in his position, still staring down at her. He watches as her lip trembles and that her face is pretty red; newly formed tears gradually slide down her porcelain like face. Seemed like something occurred to put this child in this state. What occurred, he did not know, and he knew better to pry into her personal life.

"The question remains, however, dear girl, are you all right? You appear absolutely distraught.”

[memorisa]

Ah, this all sounds so familiar and yet, she doesn't want it to be that way. Maybe it's just her vivid imagination, honestly, why would anyone have to say such a thing? Truthfully it is Mary's fault for not watching where shes going. The poor child finds her hands gripping tightly to the fabric of the white apron that lays against her blue dress, eyes finding their way on the ground and her tears possibly doing the same thing as well. The wag of his finger makes her jump more so flinch because she's intimidated from the fact she's done something wrong.

Mary hakes her head hoping and praying he wasn't a monster, "B.. but you aren't a monster.. right.." She confirms this along with his prior statement which basically told her, he wasn't one at all. He would have attacked her and this makes her skin crawl along with her hair that motions from time to time out of fear. Crimson eyes finally try to find themselves looking up, to gaze at the person who she had bumped into and who is placing nothing but fear into her heart.

"Sorry.." She mutters but it's a relief the other is alright, she's possibly cowering into her fear as she tries to think of what to say. Causing nothing but trouble again, I see.. "I'll make sure.. to be careful.. next time." She says this more to herself than to the other. To be in this disposition is scary to her from the fact that well, she's doing nothing but messing up one step at a time. She's truly sorry for getting in the male's way, hoping she didn't cause that many problems at all. Here she was getting in trouble for her actions.

"I.. I'm.. fine!" She forces out, her shaking making this seem like some sort of lie. "I feel bad.. for knocking into you.. Is there some way.. I can repay!"

[memorisa]

❀ shine flower, like a star so bright, drooping petals so white. ❀

[lissomex]

     Olivia knew where she’s going, for the device in her hand was keen enough to lead her there with just a command of her voice, but even so she passed by the flower shop once. Then twice. And it would have been thrice had not the child with hair like a cloud and a nest, all at the same time, addressed her in a tiny voice. But the dancer was accustomed to such voices for they matched her own, but even so she was rather startled by how sudden the interaction was. What was she offering?

     She peered down at the pink roses and the wire. Putting two and two together caused Olivia to go beet red within seconds, and she waved both of her hands in front of her. “I-I couldn’t…!” She protested. "Aren’t you working on that? Then that must be merchandise. I couldn’t possibly accept w-without paying you!" The kindness of the other had not gone unnoticed, but such kindness and good will was exactly the reason she began to stutter and stammer. Shaking her head then, she balled her hand into a fist and held it up to her lips, squeezing her eyes shut to collect herself. Barely. She breathed out next, opened her eyes and set her gaze on the little girl.

     ”…Thank you. But I…oh, I couldn’t accept it. N-Not without proper payment.”

[memorisa]

Hearing the female decline is sad to hear which Mary continues to work on what she's doing. She doesn't mind giving it away, she had so many more to do and she wants to help the other feel better. Sometimes her friend would approach others and give flowers and such to those who looked down and upset, Mary always wants to follow in his steps so she wants to do the same. Seto is something of a major factor for her and honestly, if he never existed, she possibly wouldn't be who she is now.

"H..huh!? No.. It's free.." She repeats again, her small hands finishing up the crown which really didn't take her too much time since she's nothing but use to this. Once she looks it over to make sure none of the petals are able to fall out. It looks nicely done, she likes how it looks and peering through the opening to look at the fragile other, Mary gives a small smile. "It looks like it'll fit you so .. I don't mind, it can be for you! I hope you feel a bit better.. I don't want to intrude but." She states, holding the crown out for the other to have.

"If you won't take this.. at least let me teach you how! Or .. you can make your own to keep!" Mary was determined to allow the other to have a crown of her own to keep, really, she just didn't want the female to go empty handed. The younger doesn't believe in a price than the usual, "When.. I make artificial flowers, I charge them for five yen.. but this is a crown.. so it's for free." She tilted her head with her eyes closed, nodding with her own words.

"Unless.. you think we can find someone else to give it to.."

[memorisa]

tea-hehe, it's not that funny is it.

[verdammted-deactivated20150128]

     Even now, some days after her yet-inexplicable arrival to this strange, strange city, she wanders as though all this - the entirety of her situation - is nothing more than a bad dream, despite what evidence she has faced to the contrary. In some way, she does know this is more than an elaborate illusion: she has had night-terrors before, but none from which she could never wake if she willed hard enough. Loath as she was to admit it, this is her reality now — a life without her comfort in isolation, a life without her peace, and, most noticeably of all, a life without the light that is her son.

     What there is in this new life for Therese now besides a ‘family’ she cannot bear to call her own (not yet, but even so, she has her doubts), she doesn’t know. She’s as lost now as she was on the day of her entrance onto this ugly stage.

     So she wanders. Perhaps some part of her yet refuses to accept it as aimless wandering, because she still has her purpose, she still has to look for Mär— But were she to be wholly honest to herself, she is much without aim, without end and destination. As a girl, yet untouched by the cruelty of the world, she might have fond limitless wonder in the bright lights of this ‘Iunctum’, in its foreign smells and foreign sounds; the woman that she is now, however, she cannot find any inherent awe in all this noise and suffocating air. And not least of all as she exists as though half-conscious, half-unconscious.

     …It strange, then, that of all things to bring her out from this trance-like state of hers, it is the unobtrusive approach of a young lady. Her first instinct is to look over the girl: not with any contempt, not at all; rather, she’s naturally inclined to look upon her with some concern, even though her thoughts still belong elsewhere. There’s an unusual familiarity to the lightness of her hair, not to mention the peculiar colour of her eyes — even her timidity she feels she somehow knows. (Yes, he - too - could be rather shy in the company of a stranger, but so quickly would he warm to them, and when he smiled…)

     But she has been asked a question.

     "Ah…" her words are slow, uncertain; her brow is furrowed, as if this introduction of yet another new object is more troubling that it really is, "T— Tea? A drink…?"

[memorisa]

Her efforts are positive because she receives a response and maybe she won't lose her job like that one scared ferret says. The lady before her seems unknown to what it is and Mary shivers wondering if she's done something wrong. The tray that's raised is slowly taken back down because she doesn't feel as strong enough to do this. To be honest, she wants to say she's sorry and go back inside of the tea shop and just well, hear how much of a failure that she is. A deep breath and she has to do this, she has to!

"Yes..!" She agrees with a nod of her head, peering into the cup to see her own reflection in one of them. "It's really good.. I have a feeling you'd like it." Her voice cuts off again because she doesn't want to overstep any boundaries. She wishes she was better at this, if only she could remove her white locks and have raven-colored hair underneath, a red scarf to match and just become someone better at speaking to others and having a smile. Oh, a smile! Maybe that's what Mary is missing.

She clears her throat and holds up the tray once again so the other could take one or maybe two, drinking all three of them would be preferred. "Your.. opinion will be able to help us with a deciding factor!" It's true, knowing what people liked would be best and the Medusa has never seen this lady before in her life so maybe if she has a favorite kind, it'll be chosen and she'll come visit more often for it.

"Mhm!" Positivism running through her as she takes one step closer, the cups shaking on the tray just a tad. "If you like it.. You can come back and I can serve it to you.. all the time." Considering if Mary even works those days but she can't tell the future only a quick change of the past is all she can do and hope for others. The front of her hair wiggles again in a slight happiness hoping this got through to the other. 'Would.. it be better if you sat down?" She asks, turning her head to look back in the tea shop.

"There's colorful bean bags and loads of plushies inside.. but I think someone is asleep on them but I can ask if you can sit in one of them.. unless.. you want a chair."

[memorisa]

❀ shine flower, like a star so bright, drooping petals so white. ❀

Mary enjoys this place as well, a flower shop owned by a residential couple and their daughter within this place. The male doesn't talk much but he writes a lot of notes which reminds her of how her brother's friend does the same so Mary's grown accustomed to it. Even though he seems scary and at first gave her a type of heart attack, the child has learned that he's really gentle with flowers and this makes her happy. The female of course, she's much outgoing than her spouse and always has these crazy ideas of what flowers they all should grow next. The Medusa listens to her stories every time and the brunette's daughter would agree with her but the most silence of the three always gave a stern look. It's really scary.

It's a tranquil happy family at this flower shop and Mary really wishes her home was like this, but she had to be grateful for what she has. Now one of the owners of the shop then spoke up of an idea, of selling flowers even though it's getting cold lately. Maybe cute season flowers or something of that notion and Mary does jump up at the thought, wanting to try her hand at it since she's so use to it at home. Doing things with flowers are a thing that her and a friend would do all the time so she's nothing but excited.

The idea that's implemented is flower crowns and Mary takes this in, grabbing various flowers and scrambling outside to the working station. Petals dropping behind her and some even getting caught in her hair as she done this. She's use to it, she's had cards and all sorts of stuff get caught in her locks from how thick it is. Going to the table outside of the small shop and sitting down, Mary begins to loop and twist wires together to start the journey to what she loves to do.

Her red gaze raises up seeing the passing people, her feet kicking back and forth on the chair she's sitting in. Though there's one person in the crown who seems a bit socially awkward, they pass by the table a few times, a shy disposition and Mary has always been the same. When the female slowly walks back her direction (she doesn't know if she's waiting for someone or has something on her mind) the Medusa speaks up, "Uhm.. Excuse me.. are you alright? If not.. would you want this to feel better?" The child asks as she starts placing pink roses within the wire to start finalizing the crown as she speaks.

[blondezel]

"Ah… No, you got it all wrong," He says, hands up, shaking them front of him in a dismissive manner to refuse the ribbon. Does she not notice, or something? Weird… He didn’t want to burst her bubble, but he wants his CARDS BACK!

Reaching into his deck case, grabbing a salvaged card he shows her, "Like… This?" 

[memorisa]

"Huh?"

Mary's ribbon isn't taken which shows a sign that this isn't what he wants, though she stares at him trying to figure what's going on. Knees knock together because she believes she's done something wrong, closing her eyes before the other can retrieve an example. It takes her a bit to open her eyes but a red gaze falls upon the small card that he's showing her. She moves forward slowly, her eyes staring at the card. Her ribbon is held in one hand as she raises the other, the card's in her hair sliding into the depths of her white wooly locks.

"What's this?" She has no idea what these type of cards are though they remind her of something, her free hand raises to scratch the top of her head. "A card? What's it.. for.. It looks familiar.." Yes, Mary, because they're in your hair.

[memorisa]

please save me from running away

Her time with the people she spent living with is wild and it scares her, she doesn't know how many times she's been yelled and and heard screams directed at her. It's a time like this, she scribbles an apology and rushes out her home without her shoes (she's use to not wearing them) and just to set out to find somewhere to stay. She trips up from to time because she's a clumsy girl, but she does always find herself getting back to her feet. 

She doesn't know where she takes herself, among the crowds of people in the bigger part of the city. All she knows is that if she's far away, she won't make the male in her house scream anymore right. The parents could finally have a peace of mind if she's gone, right? She's doing them a favor, just a bit and yet as she feels the tears welling in her eyes.

Closing them, her vision is cut off which is probably the worst thing for her to do. Not watching what she's doing has only brought her trouble and the trouble starts now. Running right into someone and the collision so rough that she falls back onto rear end. Luckily her hair is there to give her some comfort but the Medusa opens her eyes to see who she has ran into, holding up her hands to her face in order to hide form her actions.

"I.. I'm sorry! I should have watched.. where I was going.. Forgive me.." The child slowly makes her way to her feet. Shaking slightly, "I hope you're okay.."

[memorisa]

kimochi oniichan **pans out stream to tweetdeck** i.. why...

[cruissir-blog]

There isn’t much of a reaction from Zanya when the girl practically uses the boy as a platform. Here, and there Zanya does momentarily twitches, but for the most part he’s still out cold from the sudden surprise that a girl was in his bed [and clothes]. Tsukikage is taken aback when the girl only shrieks at his note- if the little ninja could frown… He would be doing that right now. Instead, he just watches her try to cocoon herself comfortably in Zanya’s sheets.

Tsukikage is definitely in a pickle here! On one hand he has a fainted Zanya, but on the other hand a scared-to-death girl trying to separate herself from the current reality by hiding under sheets. Well, it’s time to go into babysitter mode…

While Mary is trying to hide herself under the mass of bed sheets, Tsukikage leaves the room in a hurried fashion- sorry Zanya, you’re just going to have to lay there unconscious, Tsukikage can only do so much. The ninja returns, pulling a heater into the room, which he sets near the pair of kids, and rushes to the plug to plug the machine in. Turning it on, finally, the hot air begins to blow to hopefully warm them up from the outside rain.

Tsukikage grabs a laundry bin from the corner of the room, and hauls it towards the middle. He picks up Mary’s clothes and sets them in there, just so they don’t get any more water anywhere… He’ll probably be the one doing laundry for the kids later. He’s use to it though! It actually reminds him of the times where he did laundry for both Akatsuki, and Zanya.

Damn… Zanya… Please wake your ass up.

Tsukikage grabs a pillow from the bed, and places it under Zanya’s head. It’ll give him comfort for now, as he tries to figure out why Mary is here. It seems like he’ll have to handle this with lots of caution. The ninja slowly walks around the mass of bed sheets to find Mary’s face, and he takes out another scroll to show her the words written on it: 「Nice to meet you, I’m Tsukikage.」

[memorisa]

When the small person leaves, Mary peeks out from the cover and looks beside herself to see the unconscious boy. A small hand moves from under the cover and she's shaking, wanting to press it against the other to wake him. She didn't freeze him did she? She's fully aware of her powers passed down the line of Medusa's, but she's sure that it's not the case. He's breathing and that's important she believes but at this time she watches as the smaller person comes back, clanking with a heater in his grasps. She doesn't know what to say about this but when it's sat down next to her and the other and is plugged in.

Warmth flows towards her direction and her eyes widen, why was he trying to help. Who were these people..  Why did they want to talk to her, why couldn't they just leave her be so someone could come rescue her. Long has she waited to be a princess in a fairy tale and she truly wishes that Seto would save her from this. She's trying to adjust from the cold around her body to what is pouring out the heater until there's someone in her vision again.

They're nothing but greetings and Mary wonders if this is her time to run, her mouth wibbles and she contemplates whats to do. Even seeing that it's nice to meet her, she doesn't know how much trust to put in this. There's no one to save her if she messes up, not even Kano who'll tease her in the end. Puffing her cheeks she has to be strong, just this once. Though she's cold, she moves and shakes so that she grabs the pencil from the other's hand and decides to write something, though her writing isn't clear or neat considering she's scared to death.

Please don't hurt me.. I'm sorry for entering.. I'll go if I wanted wanted heeeerrrreeeeeeeee.......... I'm sorrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Her eyes show nothing but fear as she drops the writing utensil used by the other, tears rolling down against her cheeks as she speaks again. Because of her wild imagination she had scared herself to tears. "I'm sorrrryyyyy.." Sitting up on her knees as she gives her plea. "Please I'm really s.. sorrryyy.. Tsu.. ki... kage.."

[memorisa]

kimochi oniichan **pans out stream to tweetdeck** i.. why...

[cruissir-blog]

A gasp leaves Zanya’s mouth as he sees Mary almost practically jumps in surprise, and hitting the wall. This causes the poster to rip, but Zanya can only watch in horror… No, Tasuku… How can he do it for him when the only thing he done to him is RIP HIS FACE! This is true horror, what kind of nightmare did Zanya land in this time?

Okay, well, this isn’t a nightmare. He’s well aware of that, but … The thought that all the current events right now, is happening RIGHT HERE. RIGHT NOW. It terrifies the boy. He’s only twelve, he wants to live a long life, please.

Tsukikage, attempting his best, pulls on Zanya’s pant leg to try to snap him out of it; which he does. Though, when amber eyes look at Mary, nervously, as beads of sweat [and water from the rain probably] roll down his face he notices the girl is…

The sound of glasses cracking can be heard. Then, Zanya finally blurts out:

“A.. A GIRL… IS WEARING MY CLOTHES…?!”

In that moment of his panic, he feels that light-headed feeling that’s all too familiar rush to him. Zanya  feels dizzy, in that moment he feels his feet lift under him. The boy hits the ground, a loud ‘thump’ emits throughout the room when he makes contact with the floor.

Tsukikage looks at Zanya in the most utter surprise, though this isn’t the first time [surprisingly enough] the Buddy’s seen Zanya just faint. Usually, the little ninja would rush to his side for assistance, but first he pays attention to the girl’s nervous mumbling. Apparently, the girl isn’t aware this is actually Zanya’s room, but everyone makes mistakes! Tsukikage shakes his head in reply, and takes out a scroll of paper- not his usual scrolls, but a white sheet of paper for much longer messages he uses these to pass information, and notices around. The ninja takes a few moments to write something on it, but then he presents it to Mary.

「There’s no need to show us the exit, or be alarmed, this is his room- and the two of us live here.

May we ask who you are?」

Zanya needs to get his shit together.

[memorisa]

He's freaking out, she's freaking out. Feeling some tension going on, Mary can't help but try to back away as far as she can. It's not like she wants to be here but she has a feeling her presence is nothing but wanted. She watches before her to see what he does, the fact is that she's been alive for so long enough to understand certain types of screams and she's greeted with one that places fear into her heart. Hands raise and she grips the white fabric she's wearing and she doesn't know what to say for she's speechless.

This man acts like he has seen a ghost, somebody stop this man. Frozen, hands now move to cover up Mary's face because she wants to hide but a crack sounds into the room and it feels like time stops just for them. She slowly raises her gaze to find that the male had seemed to tone down a few shades whiter after his outburst of the clothes that she's wearing. His clothes.. so these were his. The similarity was there and the Medusa gasps in surprise. What has she done wrong this time.

It feels like it doesn't take long for the male to find himself tumbling on the floor, which Mary screams to the top of her lungs as she can feel herself about to lose it too. She's incapable of handling these things and can only crawl slowly on her hands and knees on the bed to peek over that the male had actually died from fright. She trembles and shakes, she can feel a burning sensation well up in the bridge of her nose, and that the smallest of tears would make their way to realty.

Her actions are quick in which Mary stands up, stepping on the half of Do It For Him poster that's on the bed, the cover wrapped around her shoulders and her small height coming to shape. She's not that big and couldn't harm a fly but her legs shake and the moment the other moves, she moves her footing, slipping up on the bed linen and spinning so that the cover wrapped around her wraps again and makes her fall off the bed and accidentally lands on Zanya. The loudest thump in history is sounded which she probably knocked the life out of him, the girl is coaxed into a snafu of the comforter that she can't get out of. Her hair making the burrito she's in bigger, rolling left off Zanya;s body and her eyes spinning as her gaze raises up to see what it finally was that Tsukikage was trying to show her.

The Japanese written on the scroll is easy enough to read and she shrieks, turning her head away and trying to cocoon herself into the covers she's wrapped in. "..." She's been told not to talk to strangers so she just tries to make herself invisible by closing her eyes.

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wanted to draw her with slightly shorter dress…can one even see it haha;;

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"Are you sure?" He makes sure to ask again, just to be sure. The girl is practically new to the tea shop, he has to make sure all the employees are adjusting well. 

"Well, if that’s the case. If you have any troubles, and need help just shoot me a question, alright?" Then… He adds, "Also, be careful… Where you, ah, how should I say this… Just watch your step."

[memorisa]

The younger blinks as she finally gazes up to see eye to eye with the other, "I.." Normally, she doesn't have many people ask how she's feeling. Seto would be right here, beside her to answer that she's fine and she'd just hide behind him.

"H..Huh?" She tilts her head, "Is there something hiding here.. why do I have to watch my step." She looks down at the floor, barefooted as always as she takes a step back, paranoia falling over her as she turns her head to look behind her, accidentally tripping on her footing and falling on her back. "EEK!"

[memorisa]

tea-hehe, it's not that funny is it.

It's a tea shop which she decides to work at part time and she isn't really doing a good job from what she thinks. Slowly moving from left to right and trying to take trays to people that has their choice of beverage. She's shaking at this moment, afraid of what's to happen because she doesn't know any of these people. The eyes that stare at her are better than the ones that she found in one male's room but this time, she stands frozen in place. Looking around to who's she's suppose to be serving.

She takes too long and one of the other coworkers does Mary a solid by taking the tray from her but gives her a much easier task, to stand outside and offer a passing customers a taste of the new tea they want to bring into fruition within the tea shop. The child agrees and slowly takes the tray with three different types of tea settled on it. She feels that even though she can do this job, she overhears a voice from another coworker working with her today, a mocking smile placed upon his features and stating that if Mary can't even do a task such a this, she should be fired and kicked out the tea shop!

Though another person states that no one cares what he thinks.

The female rushes outside, cheeks flushed and her hair floating up as she ran and quickly pressed against her back when she came to a halt. She seems so nervous from the fact she's afraid of being fired because of her incapability of doing things right. She slightly wishes she had worn shoes today considering the quick change in surface against the bottom of her feet almost felt like it scratched at some of the skin. Anyway, she takes a deep breath as she looks both left and right, searching for someone and the first person to walk by her takes the stage.

"Excuse me.." She says softly, the front pieces of her hair moving just a tad as she looks down on the ground. She doesn't know how to go about this but she clears her throat, seeing there's a not on the tray she's holding which tells her what all three of the teas are. "...The.. tea shop.." It takes a bit for Mary to get her words out, "Is introducing new teas.. as we need people to choose the best and.. and.." She holds up the tray that shows the lables right under them. The first being a white tea: strawberry paraiso, the second is a green tea: citron sonata, and the last is a black tea: black dragon pearl.

"Would you try them.."

[memorisa]

kimochi oniichan **pans out stream to tweetdeck** i.. why...

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“I can’t believe it started pouring like that as soon as we started heading home…” He mutters out loud, mostly talking to his buddy as the two flew home from work. Making it back to the apartment as fast as he can prevented the Ninja duo from being as soaked, but getting wet in general from the rain was unavoidable. When they both enter, Zanya stops in his tracks- with eyes narrowed he stares down at the floor of the apartment.

Tsukikage seemed to have noticed as well, since his eyes immediately fell to the ground.

Tapping his cheek, amber eyes inspect the ground, “It seemed like… Someone’s home…” He presumes, though he can’t be sure if it’s Gaius or not. The water that tracked through the floor- it just didn’t seem right, so with that, he starts following the trail.

That trail. Lead right to his room.

Oh my god.

Oh. My god!

Did someone… DID THEY SEE?! DID THEY! SEE!!! Zanya’s suddenly frozen in fear, while Tsukikage stares up at the boy with a confused stare. Tugging at Zanya’s pant leg, the boy immediately composes himself, and readjusts his glasses.

Time for the moment of truth, huh…

The door to his room wasn’t closed, so with a light push he opens the entrance to his room more so he can step in with extreme caution- Tsukikage follows Zanya’s steps carefully. The first thing that he notices is the pile of clothes in the center of the room, so he goes to inspect it. Gloved hands pick it up- the clothes were damp, and…

“Ack—!” The boy exclaims in surprise as he drops the piece of cloth onto the floor again, “W… Was that a…” Oh, god. Is this a dream? Hello? WHO… WHO ENTERED THIS ROOM… And also saw all of Zanya’s Tasuku merchandise. Embarrassing. No one can know his secret??? This is not a dream…

It’s a nightmare.

He hears the sound of rustling, cloth rustling to be more exact. He turns towards his bed- only to see a lump under the covers. No, he makes his bed practically every morning, there’s no way it was left like…

Then, the thought came to him.

He approaches the bed slowly, upon getting closer he sees strands of hair poking out in several areas. There’s no way…? It’s time to find out, honestly, the lump was MOVING. Breathing! His hands grip the sheets. He lifts slowly… Only to be met face to face with…

“A…a…a….

G…Girl…”

He lets go of the sheets. He’s frozen. Someone, please. Let him go. 

[memorisa]

The sheets under her are becoming damp by the minute and she grips the sheets with her small hands, waiting and hoping that the person would go. She's nervous, not knowing how to react or who's coming and yet, she doesn't want to be found. Pressing her head against the bed, she prays silently for anyone that's willing to hear her to let her stay safe. Seto isn't here.. so she doesn't know what to do. Normally she'd always be by his side since he was of important, someone she trusts and here she was.. in some unknown people's home.

It felt like karma because she promised her mother when she was grown up, she'd leave her house and here she is, hiding within one again as the steps become louder. Hearing a voice outside of the covers, she doesn't dare to look because she's shaking. If she believes hard enough, she will not be caught but the steps that weren't as close become closer and eyes widen.

As the sheets raise up, so does Mary's gaze as she catches amber into her crimson optics, orbs staring right into the other's. Her first reaction was to jump but instead she flings herself backwards, her back hitting against the DO IT FOR HIM poster. It coming down, ripping accidentally from how she tosses and turns and kicks her feet to move back. Her feet are bare and the bed is nothing but wet, even the uniform of his that she's wearing is becoming the same way.

Shaking her heads, "P.. Please." She doesn't want to be hurt and she doesn't even know this man.. somebody better tell this man to back up or get body-bagged. "I.. I'm not here.. I'm not real.. EEK!" The front pieces of her hair wiggles in a sporadic manner because she's afraid, crimson eyes look at the distress on the male's face and the walking toy beside him. "A.. Are you lost too.. You don't look like the person in the images.. I'll show you the exit.. where I came from." She speaks softly.. BECAUSE SHE SAW.. SHE SAW THE IMAGES. SHE SEES.

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kimochi oniichan **pans out stream to tweetdeck** i.. why...

It's raining today and it took her such a long time to get to her appropriate housing, drenched from head to toe. Her cheeks are nothing but red and she can feel herself (ao oni voice) *shivvering* (/ao oni voice). She wraps her arms around her body, clothes soaked in the rain from her constant running and not only that, she's sure she lost a shoe somewhere out in that mess. Her top lip twitches in sadness as she turns her back to the door and presses against it to shut it. She remembers things that she's learned from Seto and the rest and even some of the more common knowledge that staying in these clothes, she'd get sick.

She moves slowly through the home, her shoe and foot making wet prints on the floor that would blow her cover if anyone followed her. She wants to voice that she's here, but she's nervous as to what to do. Was there anyone here, did she come to the wrong place? Her hair drags her down since the mass is nothing but a wet lump weighing heavily, making her walking a bit more difficult. The front pieces wiggle from left to right slowly, as if trying to grow warm but her hair is nothing but a difficult mass like stated before.

Finding a room that she pushes open, she wants to change out of what she has now before she gets sick but the room is dark and she can't see. She cracks open the door so that light sinks into the room and that she can see what's in front of her just a bit. Finding a dresser, the female opens one of the drawers to find some sort of military uniform. She isn't too sure who's it s, unaware that this is someone else's occupied room. Thinking it's just something for her to wear, she takes her time (even as difficult as it is to get out of her dress) and in the end succeeds in wearing an outfit that's way to big for her. The sleeves hanging from her small hands and the pants that she can pull up to her waist and even higher dropping down from time to time.

Having to use her hands to keep the pants up, the female finds herself stumbling upon a bed of what she can see within the little bit of light through the darkness. She slowly makes her way on top of it and stands, the pants falling down her legs and she reaches to turn the light on within the room. Her own attire is now shown laying in the middle of the floor which looks like it would be in the way, so the minute she decides to climb down the bed is when she's just faced with all these pictures of a blue haired male on the wall.. Was this .. his room? Well, it couldn't be, what she's wearing now is really different from what she's seeing on the wall.

Over and over does she see the same boy on the walls, dare she looks up to see his bright smile burning a hole in her eyes on the ceiling. He's EVERYWHERE. Everywhere she looks she notices how his eyes stare into her soul. She's surprise why the bed linen isn't the male's face. The constant stare that comes from the tassels that has the male's colors to the small cards with his being on them? Well.. someone was a narcissistic right. She's afraid so she slowly cuts off the light and slides down onto the bed and slowly hides under the covers to hide from the constant gazes until she hears a sound far from the room.

What if that's him? HIDING FOR HER LIFE.. FROM THIS PERSON LABEOUF. Facing towards the wall and laying down flat but her hair makes the area that she's in poof, she sees a poster right before her face. It's right there. This poster is what makes Mary almost have a heart attack, she's going to die because she doesn't know what to do for him, what if she just stepped in someone's alter and she's gunna die?

Breathing heavy, she closes her mouth shut and hopes that no one comes into the room. Honestly.