[center][b][u]Hikari[/u][/b][/center]

Okay...okay...so the gun is lowered. That's a good sign. It might not be away yet, but at least she isn't pointing it at him. Maybe he wouldn't be killed today. Though, what else could he expect? Of course this would happen to him. He hated socializing and grew ever more nervous around women. So why wouldn't an attractive woman come brandishing a fricking rifle at him?

Wait a minute. What did she just say? Shit, he was too lost in thought. Something about an...Ashikabi? What the hell is that?

Given his internal dilemma, Hikari said the most intelligent thing he could come up with in this scenario. “Uh...uhm...” His eyes took on a different sort of fear. He wasn't so much scared of the gun anymore, but the situation was dawning on him. What the hell was he supposed to say to someone like this? “Wh-What's...an Ashikabi?”

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[center][b][u]#11 - Houkatori[/u][/b][/center]

Amidst the bustling airport, there was one woman the crowds seemed to part around. A constant sour frown marred the otherwise beautiful appearance of the pale, raven haired woman. Her aura just reeked of disdain. She hated where she was and she...well, she didn't hate the company she was with. Crimson eyes trailed up to eye the other girl before her. She had felt drawn to her for some time now...but she hated the context in which she had escaped her prison.

Their employers were paying for this escape. It was a false freedom meant to give them a false sense of security. There was sure to be someone lurking around the shadows, keeping an eye on the two. After all, what company discharges their employee for snooping around and then offers them a new residence?

“Yuki,” she spoke in a dry tone, about to speak her worries for at least the fifth time on this trip. “I don't trust this. We should be careful.”