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       They are not accustomed to speaking with human lips -- it is only when they have not assumed full control over this vessel that they usually communicate in the fashion of humanity, guided by the still conscious consciousness of their Bonded. But if their Bonded has retained any form of thought in this moment, Zapdos cannot hear them. Not now that they have taken over. So each time they move these lips, it is with a flurry of sparks unleashed at each point of contact, burning in a way that Zapdos cannot feel. 

       ❛ Hope -- ❜ the word grates against the throat, though from disuse or dissatisfaction -- does it matter ? ❛ -- Is for humans. Why have you returned ? ❜ 

       ( the implications are vast and ancient -- why are you here, in this territory that is not yours to stake ? why do you feel you have the right ? did you expect not to have to fight to claim your stay ? ) 

Which was when Kureno came in.

Kyo wasn’t one to ask for any help. He would rather just be frustrated to no end trying to figure it out himself. But he really wanted to get these right for Tohru and she could be coming home very soon. He didn’t really have a choice.

“Y-yeah... do you know how to bake?"

@fatedbird

Another day, another job interview. 

Although Kyouko had survived being literally hit by a car, her life after was... an empty shell of what it had once been.  Her daughter now lived somewhere else, her family was driving her insane (with the exception of her father-in-law) and even though she was only 33, she could not, for the life of her, find a job.

Of course, the reason why was obvious. After being hit by a car and then being in a coma for months on end, and then being on medications that made her forget almost everything after for practically a year...well, no one would want to hire her.  The Japanese job market was competitive.  One flaw and it made everything that much harder.

And Kyouko had many flaws.

She had been able to land a job at a local florist store, which was just weird and uncomfortable.  The owner was this plump, sweet woman and Kyouko couldn’t help but feel like she was the kind of lady that she would’ve stolen from back when she was The Red Butterfly.   But the kindness was contagious and her innocence reminded her of her daughter, so before she knew it, the rough edges had worn off.

Because those rough edges had come back.  In full force.  After her accident, she had woken up as that gang leader again and it worried her. At her core, in her center, was she still that angry kid, screaming at the world and begging for it to notice her?  Had she not grown at all since then?

Adjusting the bag in her hand, she turned the corner towards Uo’s store.  She got a great family discount there and could use any savings she could get, so she often shopped for basics and nonperishable items at her convenience place. Although her daughter didn’t live with her at the moment due to lack of funds, she and her two best friends still came over almost daily.  Lately Uo had been coming by herself.  Kyouko had always had a special relationship with Uo: she just reminded her so much of herself that it was insane that Uo wasn’t her own kid.  And now that kid had found a man.

Well, she found him once.  Just once.  She hadn’t really seen him since.

Apparently he reminded her of Tooru, which just brought a smile to her face because her daughter was perfect, of course.  She was anxious to meet this “mystery man” but with every passing day, Uo seemed less and less hopeful to see him again.  Watching her suffer made the redhead suffer in return.  All she wanted was happiness for those three girls, even if she couldn’t find it for herself. 

Looking up, a man caught her eye.  A man who was standing right in front of Uo’s place of work and matched the physical description that Uo had given of him so perfectly that Kyouko literally stopped walking.

It’d been weeks, hadn’t it?  Why had he suddenly shown up out of the blue now?  And why wasn’t he going in?  Oh no, he wasn’t some kind of wimp, was he? 

She racked her brain, trying desperately to remember his name.  She was definitely going to call him out and see if this was the guy in question.  If there was one trait that Kyouko consumed, it was boldness. 

But what was his name?  What was his-- Kureno. 

                           “Yes ...... and .. ?”

It was quite clear the rabbit wasn’t all too enthusiastic about what the other was saying. Not that that was out of the normal. Quite the contrary,      it’d be odd if he did seem particularly interested. 

Momiji was half listening at this point, finding more interest in some dirt      on his shoes than the actual conversation. 

                                        A  POUT  APPEARED .

❛   Don't  look  at  me  like  that                  .      If  you  want  something  else  to  eat  go  get  something  . . . I'm  not  going  to  stop  you  .   ❜ HUES BLINKING, as their chopsticks were left in their mouth after another mouthful of rice... ( obvious on how child like they were behind close doors ) little pieces of rice were stuck to their cheeks. ❛   I   mean   lately   ,  you've  been  going  out  a  lot  more  . . . . Heh ,  found  something  more  interesting than  me  ?  ❜