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Wrapping her arms around him Kit body was burning up as she leaned into him. Letting go she coughed in her hands as she lowered her head. as her coughinh ceased once more she just colasped in his arms as she tired to hold on. "Father....I came to see you but the weather was to hardsh...Lee wanted me to come with her but....I wanted to come here on my own so that way I could be come stronger but...." Coughing again she whimpered.

Leaning her head against his sholder she waved to Lee slightly as she coughed. " I have a mother....." Kit laid in his arms for a moment then shook her head slightly. "I don't remeber seeing a woman with you...." resting her head back down on his shoulder she only sighed heavily as she felt weak.

Leon stood in a dark corner of the floor, leaning against the wall. Despite the shade, his white armor seemed to gleam. It was amazing how much he looked like his father, with only his red hair and missing eye giving him away. He had, on more than one occasion, dyed his hair and cast a glamour to make a fake eye then masqueraded around as His father. He let out a deep sigh as a slight breeze blew his black cape. "What is it now, Kotaro?"
"You seem annoyed, Great Ancestor Leon." Kotaro materialized as the breeze stopped.
"Well it always seems like you show up only when you want to tell me there's chaos that will happen."
Kotaro frowned. "Are you denying the Chaos?"
"I told you, I don't need Chaos. That's father."
"Ah, that's right. You're half human. Why don't I ever see Greatest Ancestor Hiro anymore?"
"That's because Pops has his own life now. The only thing you'd see of him would be a meatpuppet or two around the war zones."
"Mmmmm... Well I can feel the chaos swelling."
"Then go have your fun and leave me alone." He started forward to go sit on a sofa, Kotaro dissipating almost as soon as he had said 'go.' Leon sat down on the sofa and eyed the fruit on the centerpiece of the table. He reached forward and took a bite of a pear. He chewed for a few seconds before turning and looking at the wax pear. He coughed nonchalantly and put the pear back, dropping the bite of wax into the bottom of the bowl.


((Like father, like son.))

He took a swig from a white ceramic jug then packed it away. "Sorry, but I can't say the same for you." He leaned back as his armor turned black and then melted away, the black liquid flowing into his bag. "It's not that bad out. It's finally started to cool off."

"It's Pop's. He left it when he visited me last. It's a blend of his homemade mijiu. It has a bit of a funny taste to it, though. Can't quite pin what it is. It tastes kind of familliar." He watched as she lit the cigarette. "You know, smoking will kill you."

"Sweet." He laughed. "That's the first time I've heard anyone call him that." He breathed deeply and caught hold of himself. "I guess I don't spend enough time around him. Hell, I've only seen him once since he buried me."

"Vampires. Mostly. Mom was a human. A human kept alive longer than she should have been, but a human nonetheless. Me and Sis are half." He sat back and relaxed. "Pops'll be fine. I'm fine aren't I? It took me about three years to come back after I died the first time. Pops has been at it for quite a long time and he doesn't have human blood."