Say Something

It was too bright out that day, and Shura regretted not bringing her sunglasses as she jumped from one roof of a tall building to the next. Free running or rather, jumping, was common for Shura. It was some training she got used to doing since waking up in Solitude on the beach. Her old normal training was hard to do alone. She signed looking up at the sky. She sort of wondered how everyone was. Was Rin training enough? Was Yukio taking care of himself? Were her students studying? 

No sense dwelling too much on it now, this was her current life. There wasn’t anything to do but live it, no matter how bizarre it seemed.

Taking another step she found herself distracted, her guard down for once. Was it because she was thinking of home. She luckily wasn’t up very far, but the fall was probably going to hurt her... or the blonde below her.

Wearing her hoodie, Shura looked at the invitation. A dance and it was mandatory. Man, she sure ended up in a strange place. Then again she did come from a place where she was the teacher of the son of Satan.

“So let me get this straight... it’s a ‘you have to go’ sort of deal... So long as there is beer, sign me the hell up.”

But.... She didn’t want to go alone.