#koenashi

“Huh...so you’re from the States too right?” She just happened to stumble upon Koe after wandering about a bit. She gathered that he was mute thanks to her father’s findings. So he could hear her, but it depended on him if he’d respond. Raine wrings her hands behind her back, approaching him to look at the  rock garden as well. “...I guess that makes the two of us, then. Whereabouts are you from?”

“Par...-don me... hah,hah... can I hide here... for the time being?”

(But why is she wielding a blade anyway?)

After forcing her onto the ground, he watches her head slam against the cement. She struggles in his hold, the mask obscures her facial features but he senses her hostility and tenseness.  But why isn’t she dead? That’d blow would kill her. Upon seeing her cough out blood, that snaps him back and he draws away, shaken. Hiiro turns tail, immediately fleeing into the unknown. 

He runs, and runs and runs until he’s on four legs opposed to two. The sights are blurry and unsettling, with strange things appearing all around him. It’s disorienting, with all the saturated colors and bright lights and blaring sounds that make his ears ring. 

The youkai searches awhile for the entrance to the garden. Upon finding it, he dives in, eventually tumbling into lush grass that filled its interior. Why was I fighting her? Why do I remember....? His rapid thoughts overwhelm him, he can’t comprehend anything that’s going on...

It’s then he’s alerted to approaching footsteps , causing him top open his eyes. But he already knew who the owner of the domain was. Hiiro doesn’t say a word, but weakly looks ups toward his oldest friend. 

@koenashi

“Koe-kun... Ah! You’re Shunya-san’s brother,right?” Or at least he assumed so. Seeing how ‘Voice’ was labeled a lot in the Flower Shop’s kitchen, it stood out. “U-Umm... I’m grateful that it’s actually someone I know who sent this.” Or someone that someone he knows would know, to split the hairs. “But.. Do you really want a night out?” Personally, it’s not a hassle for him to stay in - less public exposure, and all, but you know.

“Oh…?” She genuinely surprised, but a wry smile appears on her lips. Because who would go out of their way to beat up a man they had no previous connection to? She’s curious so decides to pry a little bit.

“He wrong you too or something? I’m flattered you’d go out of your way for me, but he’s a difficult case to handle.” She tilts her head to the side. Ambrose is a man whose cunning, who could easily wrap someone around their finger, but not only that… there was something else that bothered her. 

It was something sinister, dubious– it caused her worry and she felt like ghostly hands tickled up her skin, made her hair stand up on end. If anyone else got involved with him and got hurt, she’d never forgive herself or him. She doesn’t know what other tricks he has up his sleeves. 

“Perhaps we can bring him down together, what do you say?”