[center][h1][color=Gold]Akio Tendou[/color][/h1][/center]

Aoi's touch and voice were greatly appreciated, helping her focus something that wasn't the maddening press of bodies all around her. Before lon, she felt panic begin to rise in her chest, her grip on Aoi tightening involuntarily as her whole body tensed. Despite what she had said, this was all way too much for her right now, and if something didn't happen soon to take her mind off it, to get her away from this huge mob, she was certain that she'd lose it and try to run as far away as possible before fining a nice quiet place to freak the fuck out.

However, before that could happen, Aoi but her plan into action. Following her advice before she could even say it, Akio clung as tightly as she could to the little clown girl as crowd stampeded passed them towards Aoi's convincing fake celebrity duplicate. Once the crowds were gone, she ceased clinging to Aoi completely, though she still had yet to release her hand, partially because she didn't feel like she was out of the woods yet, but she also just didn't feel like letting go for some reason. Before she could ponder on that final thought for much longer, Aoi dragged her towards the Hayazaki Mayao autograph line, which was now infinitesimally smaller than before, thus allowing Akio to catch her breath and calm herself down from her near panic attack moments ago. At Aoi's excited exclamation, Akio couldn't help but feel at ease enough to giggle, glad that her suffering hadn't been for not.

"Can't say I have, not really into watching movies, though I heard it's really good. Maybe we could see sometime, see if you can make a fan out of me." She laughed as she spoke, knowing she was probably just asking for a night of long movie marathons between the two(which didn't sound that bad, actually), when she saw Aoi's starstruck expression fade into one of confusion. Before she could ask what was bothering the young harlequin, Aoi asked her why she was afraid of people. The moment Aoi finished her sentence, she'd see that it'd have an immediate effect on Akio, as she had withdrawn her hand from the clown girl and shoved them into her pockets, her guard suddenly raised up by the question. Akio spent a few minutes thinking on how to answer the Aoi's question, in which a somewhat awkward and heavy silence fell over them  By the time Akio had decided to speak again, they had moved up by three spaces in line.

"All I'll say is that it has to do with the Massacre that happened nine years ago, the one that wiped out nearly my entire clan except for me and a few cousin's that are either dead or so deep in the foster system that I'll probably never find them. So the less we talk about it, the better, okay? I'm sorry, but it's a subject I really don't like talking about." Akio was currently fighting every urge she had to not put her hood up, knowing that it'd be the same as effectively shutting the clown girl out and she didn't want to do that to her just for akin what seemed like a harmless question. But as the question resounded in her head, Akio could hear the screams that had so fully permeated the air that night, every time she blinked she was greeted with the image of heaps of mangled bodies piled on top of each other and filled with writing shadows, she could feel the crimson of the blood on her skin, taste it still in her mouth, smell it's metallic odor clogging up her nostrils until she felt like she was going to hurl. But more than anything else, she remembered what she had felt afterwards, what she had found out from her brother's study the day after hidden in the floor boards. Tendou family secrets that would haunt her mind until she died, secrets that she had foolishly burned in hopes that it'd make what she learned somehow less real. If anything, it only made them more so, vivid nightmares that had come to life in her head to torture her forever more.

[@Savato]