Birthday Ball shopping (Ended)

Shelby sifted through the clothes rack as she looked for something to wear at the upcoming ball. The one her parents were hosting for her birthday. She thought it was pointless. But none the less she was here. Looking for a dress. A dress caught her eye. The color was deep red. The color of blood. It was rather pretty. The dress itself was slim and Shelby could tell it was only meant for a girl who looked supermodel skinny. Like her. The neck was low and would show large amount of cleavage though. Not that the teen cared. There were random sequins on it giving it a sparkly affect.

"I want this one." The woman who had assisted her looked at the small teen. "I'm not sure if that is age appropripate." The woman's voice shook slightly as Shelby gave stared blankly at her. "I'm trying it on." Shelby said before grabbing the dress and walking into the dressing room. She stripped and pulled the dress on. It fit her perfectly as though it was made for her. It made her already noticable curves even more noticable. Shelby studied herself. The dress stopped mid-calf and hugged her legs. She turned on the heel of her bare foot and strode out of the room. She looked at the woman with a raised eyebrow. She knew that almost every woman in the room was staring. It didn't do anything for the girl though.

{Words are spoken in German}

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“{Our luggage is not where it’s supposed to be…..}” She murmured softly, as brown eyes watched the bags pass her on the slow moving belt that looped in a giant circle. Again. She had seen the same hideous hot pink and lime green polka dot suitcase pass her three times already, (how someone could miss it that many times was anyone’s guess) and still she had yet to see her or her partner’s luggage. Not once. And by the third time around, she had checked each and every black suitcase that came forth on the belt, getting annoyed when the pink and lime green suitcase passed her for a fourth time.

“{That’s probably because it’s in Russia…..}” The even softer voice answered, the tone sounding tired and annoyed. There was a moment of silence as the blonde turned to gaze at the unnervingly calm boy next to her, his words clicking in one by one.

“{Why the hell are our clothes in Russia?}” She growled, the annoyance and panic beginning to trickle through her. Pale shoulders shrugged as slender fingers snapped the black flip phone shut that he had been holding in his hands as he walked back to join the blonde woman by the baggage claim. Her eyes moved from him to the direction he was reappearing from not remembering him leaving her side.

“{Who knows….}” The tone of voice sounded uninterested, mix orbs turning away from her to look at what she could only figure was nothing.

“{Did you just?}” The blonde started to ask as she realized that he had just came from the ‘Missing Luggage’ counter, probably what she should have done instead of watching that stupid pink and lime suitcase come around for the fifth time. Chocolate eyes turned back to the white haired teen in a slight shock expression. “{Our clothes were in those suitcases….the nice ones that we need to change into before going to see Japan’s headmaster.}” Again, another shrug as mixed orbs turned to look at her.

“{I am dressed. I’m not changing.}” The blonde stared at him for a long moment.

“{You are NOT going to see the head of the ENTIRE Seven Moons looking like a hooligan off the street.}”. She announced before sighing at his blank expression. ‘I swear he acts more like a doll than I do….’ She rubbed the bridge of her nose before taking his hand and pulling him away from Baggage claim.

“{Where are we going? And Let Go Of Me}”

“{To buy new clothes, I refuse to go before the Headmaster like this. And you are going to change whether you like it or not.}”

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She had to bite down the growl that tried to push passed her lips as she once again heard the barely audible Russian behind her while making her way slowly through the people, and being careful to keep the younger boy in her sights so that he didn’t conveniently disappear. Gods did none of these shops have business clothes that would fit a thirteen year old that didn’t cost a small fortune? For three hours, they had been searching every store, asking where they might be able to find a store for the silver haired boy that had been muttering in Russian even after he knew she HATED that.

“{you know, I can’t understand you…}” she sighed, annoyed as she turned to glare at him. Mixed eyes turned to glance at her nonchalantly.

“Именно поэтому я бормотать в Россию ....” His tone sounded tired as he looked at her, if not a little annoyed about be dragged around a mall trying to find clothes that he would probably only wear once….if at all. Throwing her hands up she continued down the long rows of shops, pausing to glance into each potential shop before moving on unsatisfied.

“{If after this next shop we do not find anything, we are going to leave and present ourselves as we are.}” The boy commanded, and Syria tried her best to shrug off the obvious order. Stupid Sacrifices and their superiority complexes. After a few more minutes, she came across a shop that had clothes for her, and promised to have clothes for him. But the way it was angled, she couldn’t see them.

Well, it was worth a shot.

“{come on…}” she murmured as she dragged him into the store. Looking around, she found endless possibilities for her. It then became a question of pants or skirt…..or dress she thought as she saw a dark red dress that the brunette was looking at. That particular dress was far too exotic though, not proper enough to wear in front of the Headmaster. But the opportunity of a dress was there.

It was then that she saw what she had been looking for. Small business suits for children. A winning smirk passed over her face as she brought the silver haired boy with her.

“{Oh look….suits. Looks like I win. Now please don’t force me to force you to get in one. Please have the decency to pick one out for yourself while I get my own clothes….}” she murmured as she glared at him once, before walking back to her own section.

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Shelby spun around so the lady who was helping her could see it. She was given a irritated look but it had no affect on the brunette. She gave a fake overly cheery smile before turning to look at herself in the mirror once more.

"I want it. It's perfect." Shelby said as she continued to study herself. Maybe she should ask someone else's oppinion. That was a good idea actually. Shelby looked around and tried to find someone to ask. She ended up choosing a blonde with short hair. She gave another fake smile. She mentally took a deep breath as she walked calmly and slowly is towards the woman.

"I'm sorry to disturb you but I was hoping you could tell me what you think of my dress. I am thinking about buying for a ball." Shelby hoped that her voice wasn't to bored sounding. She tried to put feeling into the question. To show she really did care about the opinion. But there was always a chance that she sounded monotone.

The teen fake smile was carefully controlled. She made sure to not seem to disinterested. It probably did but she could care less at the moment. She completely ignored the blonde's companion. Not bothering to show that she even knew that he was even there at the moment.

The white haired teen watched the taller blond as she walked him through the large mall. Stupid females, that’s all they ever thought about clothing and shopping. Hands dug into his pockets as he slumped down his shoulders. Mixed orbs looking about the people walking past, the stores, and disliking the overcrowded place. Some were looking at the two of them, speaking so loud in another language was attracting attention, the teen grumble to himself under his breath in Russian before looking down to the ground letting his hair cover over his face.

Over the birth mark.

Over the mix matched eyes of his.

All the while wanting to crawl into a dark corner to get away from the crowds, should have made the fighter stay at the airport. The other was there now probably freaking out that he couldn’t find the two of them. Hadn’t anyone informed this woman about him, or was he really passed out of the walls of hell into the hands of an innocent idiot? She was saying something to him again as she stopped in front of the ‘last’ store, his feet were aching from walking for the last three freaking hours. His phone had gone off a dozen of times but Aleksander couldn’t be much help in telling the other where they were when he had no clue what MALL the blonde had decided on. Syra took hold of his hand again pulling him inside.

“Остановить прикасался ко мне!” The young teen growled at the woman yanking is arm out from her hand as they stopped in front of ‘youth section’. All he could do for the few seconds she remained standing next to him was to glare at her until she left to go ‘find ‘ herself something. Aleksander snorted as he rubbed his wrist looking over the racks of nice dress clothing. Only to rolls his eyes, why the hell was he going to put on airs for someone he already knew. Running a hand through his hair mixed orbs looked over to the blonde fighter as she was approached by someone else.

Great now she was going to chat about clothing.

URGE.

The white haired teen turned his attention elsewhere finding a spot near the dressing rooms where he could sit down for the first time since they got out of the cab. Pulling his phone out of his pocket he sent another message, indicating his displeasure of the German fighter that had been sent to Spain to escort him here to Japan. Malik should have just sent one of his own to come and get him from hell.

“ Глупый истребитель, сделай меня ходить вокруг этого места только таким образом она могла магазин в допуски страны. Девушки.” Aleksander sighed heavily as he sat down on the bench leaning his head against the wall behind him.

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A sigh passed through her lips as she came into her own section. Why were guys always against shopping? True, she really didn’t like it much either, but during the times it was necessary could they at least be cooperative? It would make the entire nightmare easier. Glancing about she picked up the first pair of slacks , dress shirt and cover jacket that would fit her and go well together color wise. She then moved quickly into the shoes department and picked up simple black heels to replace the black worn boots she wore. As she was headed back into the dressingroom to change, a brunette caught her, asking her about the dress she was wearing. Chocolate eyes swept over the woman before returning to her face.

“Well if it were me, I’d pick a dress less revieling for a ball. The dress makes you look like a…….um…..” Her German accent was noticeable as she spoke the words that were still a bit foreign to her. Turning towards the youth’s section behind her, she glanced about looking for her partner. “Was ist das Wort für Hure auf Japanisch?” When she didn’t find him, she turned back towards the woman. “Um….Sorry. I have to find my friend.” Without another word, she turned away, rushing back to the youth’s section trying to find the younger man. “Sasha wo bist du?! Sie besser einen Anzug oder Götter hilf mir! "

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May frowned. Was the dress that revealing? Her eyes turned a darker color. Almost black. She sighed and watched the other walk away. She wasn't sure what had just happened. Shelby only knew that she was told that she shouldn't wear the dress. Oh well. Her eyes returned to their original color and she returned to the dresses she was looking at before. The teen wasn't sure what kind of dress she should wear though. Maybe a strapless that didn't show any cleavage? She sighed and shook her head.

Maybe she should just give up and wait to look at another time. Shelby spotted a deep purple one and pulled it from the rack. The dress was strapless and slimfitting at that top but puffed out at the bottom. It would probably come to about her knees. She nodded and walked back to the dressing room she had before and slid out of her current dress.

Shelby put the red dress on it's hanger and slid on the purple one. She peeked her head out the door and motions for one of the workers to come over and zip it up for her since the zipper was in the back. The young woman looked in the mirror and studied herself. It showed very little cleavage and made her legs look vey long. It was a beautiful dress all around. But was it the one. She stepped outside the dressing room after quickly grabbing her cell and proceeded to take a picture of herself. She had to look nice. She would send it to her mother and ask for her oppinion.

He could hear the voice of the female fighter as she turned back from the woman’s side of the store coming to look for him. The ringing in his head was making his headache worse, the girl Syria had been talking to was a sacrifice and wasn’t even making the effort to dampen the loud natural sound of her namesake. And it didn’t help the matter, at the BLANK fighter had picked up an echo from it. The young white haired teen wanted to leave, wanted to be at the acedmeny already.

He wanted to see Malik again.

Wanted to forget the last few years of his young life and start over again, if that was even possible.

He did not, however, want to be stuck in a clothing store looking for a stuffy suit just to amuse the pampered woman. So he made no move to make himself noticeable by the far wall on the bench as he kept his eyes close.

It took her a few minutes to locate the white haired boy where he was sitting on a bench, back to the wall and head leaned back, eyes closed. And still in the street clothes he had come in. She barely managed to bite down a growl as she stopped in front of him, hands on her hips, chocolate orbs darkening as she glared at him.

“ Ernsthaft, Sasha. Ich mache keine Witze. Ich weigere mich, durch den Rektor mit einem Kind, das auf angemessene Kleidung weigert zu sehen. Wir sind spät genug, wie es ist, jetzt werden Sie Bitte wählen Sie etwas zu tragen als die Straßenkleidung Sie kam herein anderen......“ She really didnt see what the problem was, nor why he was being so difficult. They would have been done by now and on their way back to the airport at least by this time if he had just done what she had asked. But no, he just HAD to be difficult. "Weißt du was, ich werde mit ihnen sogar einen Deal. Sie müssen nicht einen Anzug tragen, nur lange Hosen und ein schönes T-Shirt. Sie können zumindest tun, richtig?"

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Mixed colored eyes opened up as he titled his head back down to look at the young fighter standing in front of him, cross apparently. How many times did he have to tell her, it didn’t matter what he looked like? It wasn’t like it was going to be a formal meeting anyways, he already knew Malik and he wasn’t here as a transfer student as this woman was thinking he was. Did they not tell her a thing when she came to pick him up from the Seven Moon’s school in Spain?

Really?

Pathetic.

“ Номер..” The cold harsh word slipped pass his lips as he glared at the blonde. No, Aleksander could care less if she didn’t understand what he was saying, it was her own fault. Here she was demanding things of him, how dare a fighter do such things.

And just ignored him because he was a ‘child’.

Right he was no more a ‘child’ the first day he drew his first breathe then the next ‘adult’.

The lot of Sinners….

His phone vibrated suddenly turning his attention away from her to it, finally an answer from the person that was supposed to have been meeting them at the airport. Took him a long enough, must have just arrived there, or thought the flight landed later.

Wo fickt das sind Sie?

He lifted up his phone as the fighter continued to nag at him to get up and pick out at least a ‘nice shirt and slacks’, snapping a shot of the entrance of the store before sending it to the other.

Пожалуйста только пойдите, делают вашу вещь девочки?” The words left this lip in a slight tired sigh as he leaned back against the wall again.

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Shelby sighed and looked at herself once more. She was still waiting for her mother's reply. Who probably was ranting about how it didn't match the shoes they had already bought. Even though the shoes were black. The teen finally recieved a reply and looked at it with a look of boredom. Her mother loved it. It was the perfect one for Shelby. How lovely. She gave a fake smile before going back to the changing room.

Shelby quickly changed into her regular clothes. A v-neck tight t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. Matched with black flats. She grabbed her purse and head for the cash register. The woman told her how much it was and Shelby left with out another word.

[Shelby has left THE MALL]

Just like the man had promised the way there was short. Japan sure had some interesting spots and location names. But coming from Romanina Rhys has much to learn. He was even thankful for knowing Japanese thanks to his Masters teaching it to him. Soon the new Samsung Vibrate phone he got rang and he fumbled trying to answer it. Looking at the screen he chuckled slightly as he answered the phone. "Bună ziua de masterat tineri......Da, am ajuns aici în condiţii de siguranţă.....Nici eu nu am întâlnit încă Director.....Eu vă va contacta atât o dată ce am face.....Da, vă mulţumesc foarte mult.....Bye Bye" Hanging up the phone and his Image of his old photoshoot came up as his wallpaper. Rhys smiled as he placed the phone deep within his pocket until they reached their next stop on the trip.

Once there he got out and followed Hajima into the mall. Looking around quite confused he stopped to admire the place. Tall and crowded. "May I ask Hajima-san....Why are we here again?" He asked as he looked to see the man a bit of a ways ahead of him. Catching up as the man walked into the store. Hopefully they found what or who they were looking for otherwise he will have to wait to see the Headmaster tomorrow.

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She was half tempted just to say forget it. To just let the evil little annoying child go in whatever the hell he wanted and just get to the meeting. Which she then remembered that there was someone who was supposed to pick them up at the airport. oops…. oh well. They were there for twenty minutes, and no one had come to meet them which simply meant that they were late. It wasn’t her fault if she left in an attempt to get something she needed done. Of course she wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the idiotic airport people sending their luggage to Russia of all places. Sighing dramatically, she glanced around before turning back to the child.

” feine, gut, dann legen Hosen auf wenigstens .... Shorts sind zu lässig ...“ She commanded, hands on her hips as she tried to get the little brat to wear something even remotely professional.

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Slven was pissed. He knew that that the little genius would not have left unless someone dragged him out of the airport. and whoever had taken him was doing a very poor job of it if he was here. Jade eyes glanced from beneath the hat and he pulled it down a bit lower to cover his face. Gods, they were everywhere. All they needed to find was-

“May I ask Hajima-san.......Why are we here again?“

That....

Slven stopped and turned around to face the Blank. The girls who were closest were already looking at them weird, confused as the name and the person did not go together, In fact they couldn't be any different from each other. And Slven would sincerly like to keep it that way.

“Please be careful with that name, Fransico-san.....if you want to get out of here at a reasonable time, please dont say that name too loudly.....“ He whispered into the man’s ear, almost shuddering at the image of what would happen if even a handful of the girls here learned his true identity. He leaned back, smiled slightly before walking again. “we are here because Hell-san is here as well...“ It didnt take too long to spot them, and he had to surpress a growl as he saw the girl, standing with her hands on her hips glaring at the sacrifice. Coming up behind her, she glared over the much shorter girl.

“ Haben Sie Probleme mit dem Verständnis der Bedeutung von "ich holen Sie am Flughafen?" he asked softly, glaring at the woman darkly.

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The young teenager watched the two man walk into the store from the corner of his eyes, as he really did not listen to the fighter companion of his. He could tell that they two were fighters, it was that icy feeling he would et that would run up his spine, warning him of danger. Something the young white haired teen had to learn to do quickly spending the last few years locked up in a prison of hell. In the unit world, it was nothing more than a lock down, and entrapment within walls behind unbreakable spells. Inside, they were left to their own demise. He had no fighter own his own, so a lot of his life was spent hiding.

It was hard to control that bolting urge that ran cold in his veins, but Aleksander didn’t move an inch as his eyes moved away from the girl that had been traveling with him since they left Germany to the dark haired Japanese man that walked up to them. His voice rather awkward sounding as he tried his urnest perhaps to curse out the blonde haired woman in her native tongue. Odd the last time they met the man could barely mumble through English. The other person though, mixed color eyes turned under his hair to the other standing a short ways away from them looking a bit confused at the situation. A hand moved to pushed his hand out of his face as Aleksander sighed in annoyance. He was tired, hungry and exhausted from the long flight. They still yet to make it to the Seven Moon’s building, he had yet to see Malik and find out what exactly was going to happen to himself. And here they were….

Fighters yelling…

In a mall of all places surrounded by clothes and on lookers…. Just not what the young teenager wanted.

“ When you are done Hajima-san.. Can we please get going? There isn’t a need to keep Tanaki-sama waiting anymore then he already has I’m sure…”

”Verzeihen Sie mir zu müssen sehen für die Schulleiter der gesamten Sieben Monde richtig. Und außerdem waren Sie zwanzig Minuten zu spät! Wie sollte ich wissen, du kommst?!“ She growled, frowning when the taller man reached for the tags and pulled them off. “ Was zum Teufel machst du da?“ She asked softly, brown orbs looking at him like he was a lunitic.

“ Ihre Kleider sind bezahlt. Nun so verändert erhalten wir gehen können.“ he growled. The girl stared at him ans started to protest when he pushed her towards the changing rooms. “ verschieben Sie es!“

“ Fein! Sie müssen nicht so aufdringlich ... "

Sighing, he turned and paid for the clothes. Shoving his wallet and the reciet into his hidden pocket in the jacket, he returned to the small group. So Sasha could speak japanese now? Really Slven shouldn’t be surprised since the kid was a freaking genius, and had probably learned a great many other things over the years. “I appologuize for the inconveince, Hell-san." He murmured, bowing deeply. "We will be on our way as soon as she is finished changing.“ The entire situation was embarresing as hell, and he could practically feel Yuri's lecture now. But it really wasnt his fault. He had been on time according to the time that SHivani had given him. It really wasnt his fault if the kids plane had been early. But he sighed, knowing that Yuri wouldn't see it that way. And neither would the child.

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When Slven faced him Rhys was highly confused. The abrupt turn made him wonder why he did it so fast but when he stated his reasoning he sighed and bowed deeply as an apology. Rhys looked over at the girls who happen to giggle at him and he turned his attention quickly back at Slven. "Should Haj-san suffice? I don't want you getting into trouble or.....pounced upon." He whispered back as he looked around. Slven met up with a girl and began speaking to her. It sounded like he was annoyed and that was never good. He just got here and things seemed to be off in more ways than one. All he really wanted to do was go to sleep so he would have energy in the morning for his first day of school and work.

The two seemed to be bickering and Rhys sighed. His lavenders caught sight of a white haired boy. He seemed to be part of the fray just not part of the arguing. Rhys couldn't blame him and when he spoke his voice was clear and pure almost like polished crystal. That was unique but very nice compared to listening to a fierce hot head girl and a very annoyed gentleman. "I would have to agree with this gentleman right here. I am ready to leave when things are settled more or less." He said as he combed his red hair back. This was going to be a long night.

It wasn’t easy, in this vast city of countless units to locate just one particular ring. One ring out of millions. A ring he hadn’t heard in years. A seemingly impossible task for one man alone. Alex was no ordinary man however. He was a Bloodhound a Собака крови. He was trained for this very purpose, to track down units and bring them to justice. He was the hunger stalking his prey.

The fact that he was in an unknown city, where his native language was not the one spoken only added to the difficulty of the task. But he wasn’t discouraged. Torment had always been easy to find, the Fighter wasn’t one to lie low all the time. In the years that the two had been together Alex had learned that hiding was not something Dmitry did. The question was; where to start looking.

The mall seemed like a good start, and that’s exactly where he went after leaving his hotel. The huge population of people was bound to be an attraction to most units, especially Torment. He seemed to thrive around groups of people, after all he did need someone to Torment. It was one particular habit Alex didn’t think the man had lost during these few years.

This mall wasn’t much different than those in Russia. Minus the fact that the signs were in a different language and the people milling about where a different ethnicity, it could easily have been any other mall in the world.

Keeping his own ring down to the bare minimal, he searched out among all the others. Shifting through them with careful precision, for the one he was looking for. All while walking aimlessly around, only pretending to be slightly interested in the goods that all the stores had to offer. Some of the other patrons stared slightly, at the man in a suit who so obviously looked out of place with his blonde hair and sharp features. Alex simply ignored them as well; they were of no more interest to him than the clothes on the racks all around him. He had a job to do, and that meant there was no time to pretend to be social or friendly. Thankfully the mall provided a variety of other odd and out of place people to look at, and he was spared no more attention than the others were. There were certainly more interesting people to look at than him.

She grumbled as she placed the clothes on. She had plenty enough to pay for the damn things, he didn’t have to go out and do that. It was his fault that he had been late in the first place. Syra sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. Not as nice as she would have wished seeing as her makeup and nicer jewelry were in Russia. But beggars mustn’t be choosers. This was a much better improvement over her last outfit. Now if only she could convince the kid to change as well. But the child seemed to be more stubborn than a bull, so she would simply hope that the headmaster wouldn’t be too angry.

Gathering up her old clothes, she glanced down at her shoes. They were causal black flats that kinda sorta worked with the outfit. Not that she thought that Tall dark and pissy would allow her to pick out shoes as well, no matter who paid for them. Oh well. We musnt keep the headmaster waiting. Making suyre she had gotten everything, she opened the door and walked back out to the group.


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Slven saw the girl come out and he nodded. ”It’s about damn time….” he mumbled, handing her a plastic bag he had requested from the cashier. “”Now that we don’t need anything else, let’s go.” he commanded, gesturing towards the door, not about to let the kid out of his sight again. “ Let’s not be any later than we already are, shall we?”

Rhys just stood looking around and was watching the people pass by. Commoners and foreigners alike. It seems that this place attracted everyone to it and was always bustling with people young and old. Rhys felt so.....out of place as he watched a blonde man walk by. He was wearing a suit much different from Rhys but one all the same. This man even seemed to be on a mission of some sort and an undercover one from that. Rhys just looked like a butler like he always looks no matter what but from today onwards he was going to have to buy some new clothes to wear so he sort of "fit in".

His attention turned to the girl who came out in her outfit. Slven handed her the bag but that scowl on her face told Rhys she was not happy by not getting what she wanted out of this trip. But even she knew it is wrong to make the Headmaster wait any more than he has to. He looked at his watch and figured that they were more than likely late on meeting the man. Something Rhys never liked at all but he couldn't help it since he wasn't the only one going to see this famous man. "Yes please let us be on our way sir. I don't wish to tie up Malik's schedule than we have done so already." He nodded as he stepped to the side and waited to follow the 3 out back to the car and to his new beginning.

Finally they were getting somewhere after the long round about flight from Spain. Aleksander stood up from where he was sitting straighten out the shirt he was in looking about his surroundings a little. Now that the ‘girl hell’ was done with the last leg of the journey of his could get on its way.. The last thing he need was to put of some ‘fancy’ clothing to see Malik and have the older blonde say some cruel remark about ‘prim and proper’. In the last few years the isolated child he had been uncomfortable around the presences of others. These things, the past few years in the hell of ‘rogue’ prison he had gotten forcefully use to others being around and unfortunately being far too close for his own liking. But regardless, at least hopefully he wouldn’t be seen as the ‘distraught socially awkward’ child he had once well been called by the dark haired fighter that belong to the blonde mastermind behind the revolt no one was the better of.

Snow white hair fell over his mixed matched eyes, and covered the birth scar on his face as he actually did take the moment to look around his surroundings as they waited for his female ‘companion’ to reappear. Losing his own personal luggage wasn’t anything to him that couldn’t be replaced over time, not that he ever hand anything of emotional attachment value like others. Nothing more a ‘parent’ or ‘paternal figure’ in his life, he had the only thing that mattered to him anyways was with him at all times. A phone and several well hidden USB ports in his clothing. The short ‘life’s work’ of his, everything else as safe and should in his mind the only place in this world no one else could break into. When Slyria returned Aleksander paid little mind to the exchanged words until when Slven announced that they were finally leaving this place to head out to where they were supposed to have been a while ago.

He had to resist saying finally when he turned his head to look at the others, the new companion to start though. Tall red hair, he looked dressed to fit the part of somebody’s ‘butler’ then anything else. Odd really, but his attire reeked of money, Spanish wealth. Where the Aristocrats of the other countries finally catching on to the important the new headmaster of Japan was becoming that they were being to try branching out this far? If so Malik was right the feud for power was starting to being already, and the World Wide Census need to be finished before things got to far out of control.

“ Alright, let’s get going…” He turned to follow the redhead ‘butler’ out of the store in the wake of the taller dark-haired fighter and the little blonde woman. But something… Something made him stop in his tracks before he could turn to follow the others in the direction Slven was leading them. Something was pulling him…

Calling him…

Mixed colored eyes torn away from the others to the crowds around them, his heart rate raising as he looked about in a desperation he didn’t understand. Aleksander had to find what was summoning him, pulling him from the path he was to follow the screaming that no one else could hear in his ears until his mixed eyes fell upon a young blonde haired man in a suit a few yards away…

And for some reason his breath caught in his throat as he looked at him stop dead in his tracks to turn around as if he could feel the mixed set of eyes on his back.

My Fighter… The knowledge rang damn well clear in his own mind that Aleksander did not have to rethink that the pull had been.

People were everywhere, all bustling about trying to get somewhere or leave somewhere. It didn’t really matter though. They were all meaningless to him. Harmless fish in an ocean, he was the one they should be worried about. The shark in their presence that they didn’t notice in the slightest. They were so oblivious, so assured in their own safety that they didn’t suspect anything was amiss. In his world they wouldn’t last a minute. A world where the weak were preyed upon and only the strong survived. A vicious world were you were more likely to die than live. A world where every breath could be your last if you didn’t stay on the look out. And that’s exactly what Alex was doing; looking out. But he missed the one thing that mattered the most till it was too late.

A sudden feeling overcame him, one so strong that it stopped him in his tracks and made his entire body lock up. Instantly he knew what it was, though he’d never experienced it before. It was a primal instinct one that had always been there but had never been used before till now. The one that was able to detect the single most important person to him, the person who carried the other half of his soul. His Sacrifice.

At first he refused to turn around, this was the one moment he’d longed for and dreaded at the same time. The moment when he’d find the one he was destined for and forever be ripped away from her. What was he supposed to do? His eyes closed for a moment and he took a slow calming breath, regaining control of himself. Now was not the time to lose control, later maybe, but not now. Eyes opening again he slowly turned and let the instant connection he felt guide his eyes to th-, his Sacrifice. They instantly fell upon a snowy white head that belonged to a boy, a young teen at best. He didn’t know what to think. The single look was all it took to stop him completely again and rip the control away. The boy was looking at him too, he must be feeling the same thing. The powerful urge to come together, to mend the separated halves into one whole. It was hard for Alex to keep his feet planted where they were, even harder to make himself turn around and walk away. But he had to, he needed to think this over. This chance encounter changed everything. But for worse or better? He simply didn’t know.

[Alex has left the mall and is head to (I dunno yet. >.> I‘ll fix this when I do.) ]

Slven watched as everyone passed him. Everyone but the one who mattered the most. He turned and watched as Sasha stared somewhere behind him, jade orbs narrowing in confusion. And then that’s when he felt it. Even if it was suppressed, even if none of the others had noticed, he had. Jade orbs instantly followed Sasha’s line of sight to a blonde who was now walking away.

Well, wasn’t that interesting?

He tucked that little nugget of information away for later debate. Right now they had a schedule to keep. Walking closer to the boy, his gaze returned to the white head. ”Hell-san, we must get going.” he stated softly. Even if the boy had just come across his fighter, it seemed that they weren’t doing anything about it now. So there was still no reason to remain here longer than necessary. ”Come on. Malik’s waiting for us.” he murmured as he gently guided the boy from the store before guiding the rest of them out of the mall.

[[Slven, Syra, Rhys and Sasha have left the mall and are heading towards Haunted Mansion: Primary Gate ]]