Hello thy name is past. [C]

Why... if she could ask him now, why did he go to that mission after she warned him before? She told him...she wasn’t comfortable with the job he took, but he wouldn’t acknowledge the throbbing anxiety produced by her gut instincts sensing the premonition of disaster looming over him like a dark rain cloud. He didn’t listen...

And look how he ended up it, she sighed, reminiscing the dark clouds threatening to engulf her mood, intending to spiral it down into the despair she had felt when he disappeared all those months ago. Mixed feelings ate her stomach, making it churn in discomfort. He never listened... now she found him after two months without any warning, without any preparation to steel the heart she swore had frozen over but like her brother the bastard had to worm his way into the edifice that held that frozen disaster of a heart she had.

She wondered, as he spoke she tried to listen to his words all while ignoring the urge to make him feel the exact sadness she felt. This is why, she hated feeling attachments, she hated the emotions that followed along with it, now she cant do anything about it. It was there, she had an attachment to this annoying fox no matter how many times he denied it. She arched an eyebrow, hearing him state about her being rude. Sure her words from time to time tend to stem from the blunt attitude she was known for.

Nise should have expected that reaction from him at the same time it amused the child. She still sensed the light tinged of naivety on his tone. Amnesia or not he hasn’t changed this perhaps the young woman can be thankful of...

Now if she can resist that heavy urge to smack him over the head for not listening to her warnings. “I say it how I see it.” She intoned, still leaning her back against that wall, her eyes turned their gaze back at him. Did he really expect her... to just tell him things, when he made it perfectly clear he didn’t know a shit about them. Well maybe she was getting a bit of herself, Nise never prided herself in being an expert in human interaction in fact being in this situation was far too foreign for her to be comfortable. She did her best to hide it from him, hiding it behind the large wall she pulled up between him and her.

“You really expect me to give freebies?” Her eyebrow arched slightly, a faint twinkle of amusement twinkled in those orbs of hers as she maintained that blank mask she wore on her face. “You’re such a troublesome fox...” She then sighed, heaving a breath of air into her lungs to pacify the growing migraine on her head. “You’re definitely one troublesome fox...” She moved her hand over towards the bandages covering her ankle, pulling at the fabric a bit until it loosen revealing part of the mark she gained upon her admittance into the red clan the same one they both shared as being members of the red clan. “Will this suffice as a clue?” She asked, bending down to start fixing the loosen bandages.

Sorry....? A flashback occurred in her mind of a time long forgotten that she blanked out for a bit as the image played in her mind. He used to say that, sorry... for the times he got himself into trouble and she ends up pulling him out of those situations, every time, yeah it was so many times she lost count of the days she had to save his arse from all the chaos he got himself into... She told him before she wont help him next time...

But, disregarding those thoughts, her words she was still the first person who would grab his hand to pull him out of harms way. She couldnt stop it, every time... She blinked, instantly seeing him so close to her nearly broke the child's well thought of composure. She bit down the incoming yelp fighting to break from her lips. In this noisy town, they were practically invisible, though the vendors yelled loudly at the top of their lungs she barely heard a word of what they spoke, everything seemed like it fell dead for the child, fallen into a world of silence as she unconsciously muted the rest of her surroundings. She hadnt seem him rush towards her breaking the distance she carefully placed between them. Nothing managed stop the cry ushered from her lips this time when her balanced tip from him taking hold of her leg. "Baka fox!" She yelped out, surprised it rendered her mind into stunned silence before she forced it into action. A split second too late she was falling, prolly going to land on her arm from what she figured the landing point would be. It was her fault anyway, she hadnt paid attention to the sneaky fox.

Wait...did she just mixed him and sneakiness in one sentence. The thought was almost as unbelievable as her being caught off guard by him. For the first he managed to do something he hadnt done before. Maybe, hitting his head that hard actually gave him skill sets the young girl would need to be wary off. She forced it out of her mind, struggling to hold onto the logic that she tried to pride herself in. But the fox always did find a way to topple through the carefully build up facade she portrayed to the world. The damn fox... that stood over her, so innocent... yet so idiotic at the same time. She blinked, debating on choosing her words carefully in the answer she had to give to him. "Course, what did you expect? How do you think I know your wirely arse?" The girl muttered out.

Of course she was part of them, she always was whether she cared to admit it or not it was already written on the book of fate that she was supposed to be with them for as long as time deemed it right. She had no choice in the matter to fight against something so foreseen that whichever route she took it always landed her on the doorsteps of the red clan. It’s expected for the sister of the red king to be in the same clan as her dear brother.

This, was expected of her just as how she’s doomed to carry on the tradition her family carried as part of the bloodline of the old king. Did she want this? She asked that numerous times but no one answered the questions she sought. No one had the answers for something so personal that it never left her lips, her mind crashed. Crumpled into stunned silence as the scene played in slow motion in her mind, his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her to his person in one successive move, of a viper preparing to strike, oh that would be funny cute little Cyrus being that sneaky, she shook her head, feeling the pressure against her stomach she uttered a gasp before a bright red blush settled on her cheeks, giving her pallid complexion a rose colored hue.

How was she supposed to react to this? She tried to force out words from her mouth but her throat constricted, refusing to allow the sentence from leaving her throat. She didn’t know how to react that itself was obvious at the play of conflicting emotions showing on her face as her masked cracked from the sudden shock. “Y-You always say that.” She stammered out, trying to recollect her composure that flew out from that open window no sooner had it seen the signs of this happening.
If she knew she was going to land in something like this she would have scoured her books for a solution. Pitiful that she knew so little about interacting that she had to rely on books to give her ideas on how to school her reactions to mimic those from others. An ordinary girl would scream bloody murder by now, or bash his head open with that, her eyes drifted to the far right of the alley, hidden behind a pile of garbage she made out the faint shape of wooden boards along with the glint of scrap metal glinting away in the light of the midafternoon sun. Not a single soul stop to stare at the mild scene, preferring to follow the constant sea of civilians and travelers roaming around the metropolis.

“And every time you say it you always get yourself into so much trouble.” She sighed slightly wondering which god she angered to be thrown into this mess. Still.. she couldn’t abandoned him that’s the only reason she hadn’t stopped helping him no matter how much she denied it or used the basic fact about paperwork as an excuse. “Baka kitsune.” She stated in a half blunt manner. Gently pulling away from him as she steady her composure back into an iron cage as she replaced the surprise masked back towards the old poker face façade that Cyrus almost broke, her hand reached over to his before lightly bonking him.

Looking back at him, the young girl eyed the soft spoken kitsune. She was still finding it hard to believe that cyrus actually toned it down. She was beginning to think this wasn’t him, but the mark quickly killed that assumption. “You really don’t remember anything? Even about that blasted mission that landed you... in this predicament?” She asked, trying to calculate just how deep of a hole did Cyrus get himself into now.