- Several Hours Later -

It was so peaceful... Could he just choose not to wake up? Would it be that simple? Fitch had never experienced [i]nothing[/i] before... No memory, no light, no darkness. At first, it was an amazing feeling... He reveled in it. Yet... there was something missing, wasn't there? There had to be more than emptiness, no matter how peaceful it was. There was no death notification, so he knew he wasn't dead, though he wasn't quite sure why. Light pressed through his eyelids and they slowly opened, fluttering slightly at first before suddenly widening. Fitch bolted up in the bed, looking around to see everybody standing and sitting around. He furrowed his brow and looked down... He was still in his armour, which means they managed to move him all the way to wherever 'here' was. He did a headcount... He had been wrong; not everybody was present - they were missing one. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought as he retraced his memory and stumbled upon that moment... The moment their eyes had met, that moment he bolted for her... The moment that she disintegrated before he could reach her.

Why? God, why did he wake up? He sniffled once and wiped at his face, his eyes beginning to sting as he turned and placed his feet on the ground, steadying himself by putting his hands on the edge of the bed to steady himself as he stared at the ground, a dark shadow falling over his face as his hair hung down. The tears burned as they rolled over his cheeks, disappearing the moment they left him as he fought the tremors that shook him. With a shake of his head, he pushed himself up and headed for the door. If he'd never woken up, there would still be nothingness... And already, he had begun to forget what that bliss was like. To forget, to simply not feel any of it, he already missed it and he was wondering why he woke up in the first place. Was it a feelin gof being lost? He didn't know, but he stopped asking as he reached the threshold. The others all seemed to be waiting for him to say something as he placed a hand on the doorframe and looked over his shoulder. There was an emptiness to his eyes - a void hidden behind them as he dropped his hand and moved to step again. A hand roughly grabbed his bicep and yanked him back with an absolutely astounding speed and he turned to see a white-haired boy staring at him sharply.

"Where in the hell do you think you're going?" He asked with a low growl. He was sitting in the far corner of the room only a split second before being at Fitch's arm - it was still astounding how fast he was.

Fitch instinctively yanked his arm away, held the other boy's gaze for several moments, looked up and around the room at the other faces before finally leaning in to Nero's face, their eyes inches apart. "None of your god damned business." With that, he turned and started walking away.

As Nero stepped forward after him, opening his mouth, there was a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to find Yuna behind him, solemnly shaking her head, "Don't..." Nero seemed to deflate as the girl ushered him back into the room and he fell down into a chair.

Fitch moved down the stairs numbly, still not entirely sure where he was going as he pushed through the front door, still covered by his gear. From one of the tables on the first floor, there was a small commotion and he froze as he placed a hand on the door. "I don't need any of you anyway," Came a girl's voice; Fitch turned his head, his brow furrowing slightly as a small argument ensued.

"That's crap, you won't survive a minute without a guild, Gami." Clearly a male from the table, he had short black hair and was wearing a rather bulky set of armor.

"I said to stop calling me that! You ahve absolutely no right," She retorted venomously, leaning in near his face with a sneer, "Consider me gone."

"Fine! Leave!" The others around the table seemed uneasy as she opened a menu and selected a few options, absolving herself of what was apparently their small guild. As she stomped up the stairs with the most infuriated scowl she could muster, her small frame gave off almost no intimidation factor. Fitch hesitated, but then pushed the door and left the inn, hearing from behind him a faint question from one of the miscellaneous guild members.

"What the hell are we going to do without the damage she deals?"

"Shut up. She isn't the fastest or the strongest person in the game... Not even close, we'll get along fine."

"No, but she [I]did[/I] start our guild and she did the most damage out of u-"

"I said shut up! It's my guild now. We'll be fine."

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Kimigami slammed the door to her room and punched the wall. "Those jerks! It was my guild... The nerve..." She didn't cry or feel sorry for herself, just extremely pissed off. It wasn't long before she decided the atmosphere of her room was too cramped and she left, looking down the hallway and seeing an open room door. There was a little bit of murmuring inside and she approached the doorway, peeking in, "Uhm, excuse me. Your door's open - you guys know that anybody can hear you unless you close it, right?" She had medium-length, thick black hair and wore a red scarf and a white, double-breasted, knee-length coat. The hilt of her rapier could be seen at her waist, just where the jacket parted and showed the gleaming red and silver of the basic handle. She crossed her arms, having thought they were being rude before realizing the mood of the room. [I]Idiot... They're not trying to be rude...[/I] She scolded herself, relaxing slightly in an attempt to appear less upset with them. They all seemed older than her too... She wished that she could look different - nobody took her seriously until they saw her in action the way that she was.