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___She frowned, rummaging through the items with frustration. This man was completely unable to organize anything, or maybe it was her messy search that was throwing it all askew. Hazina froze, and looked over her shoulder, catching her breath and returning to her task, she continued to search. She was looking for a Halloween costume, in the most unlikely place you'd probably ever look, in Dieter's trunk. Though she had never met the man, she'd heard of his perverted nature which had flitted through the girl's dressing rooms like a bird's twittering. Hazina had learned that on this celebration time, you dress according to something you dislike, in order to scare them off. Well, if this superstition was true, the Cirque would be soon one less Dieter. Proud of herself and envisioning a hero's tribute, she dug further and further for things to ensemble.

___The Masai sighed, and tossed a sock over her shoulder, it didn't match the one she already had on. She was already wearing his pants, loose on the hips and the suspenders hanging, providing little censorship for her breasts. For some reason, she couldn't find a clean shirt, nor shoes, and everything smelled of wet dog. Hazina wrinkled her nose, perhaps she should bring something back for Savara to wear just for extra luck.

___Hazina let out a squeal, followed by an angry cry mixed with a animal growl. She tried to twist her metal arm, her only ace in the hole. Unfortunately though it was made of stronger material, it was physically only capable of being as strong as a normal arm would be, which forced her to exercise it as much as the real one. She struggled and kicked, damn this small body! The Masai felt her breasts pop from the small amount of cover the suspenders offered, but in her blind rage did not seem to care. She turned her head as best she could and snapped at him, snarling and trying her best to bite, gold eyes flashing.

___Her mind worked fast, what could she do? "Let go of me!" She screamed in Kiswahili, letting out a stream of words that were probably pure gibberish to him. Hazina felt her hair start to come loose, and in her large motions the corners of her eyes caught on something, the image of a wolf pack. They widened in absolute fear, and she began to think the worst. Is he going to rape me and feed me to the dogs? Her mind and body began to battle as she became more frantic with her actions and cries. Fight, beg for mercy, FIGHT!

___She laid there in shock for a moment, tossed out on her behind like a child. Was he not going to take her? Grateful and yet insulted at the same time, she spat the dirt out of her mouth at his feet and rose, the parts of the costume she was wearing now completely filthy. It was apparent he had no interest in sending his dogs to attack her, and she stood up facing him placing her arms akimbo. She thrust her chest forward, remembering that she had no shirt and that most men thought it a sin for it to be shown. She held her chin higher, and almost challenged him as she uttered his name.
___"Di-e-ter." She said each syllable as though she were fondling it like a spiteful tease. Her confidence now nearing foolhardy bravado, she almost strutted toward her enemy, the man who objectified women on a daily basis. Her head cocked, and her hip switched, her body language clearly was yelling, "What up, b***h."

___Yes, part of her assertive almost aggressive behaviour towards him was because of his perverted nature, but in the back of her mind the green-eyed monster slept. She was envious of the attention that Scarlett woman gave to him. Though Hazina had never met her, seeing her around had caused an immediate attraction. Why should men have all the luck with the beautiful strong women? Though, he did have a lovely mouth ... and his eyes ...
___A knot formed in her stomach and she almost forgot herself. Stomping her foot down she took a long stride towards him. She tilted her head up and glared, drawing up her body until they were nose to nose. Suddenly she raised her hands and began to unbutton his shirt, forcefully sliding it off his arms and onto her own. Securing it underneath the suspenders but being too dramatic to finish the buttons near her cleavage, she raised an eyebrow and narrowed her eyes with a taunting smile curving on her lips.

___"Your clothes, are filthy." Hazina said it slowly, words dripping with a silky honey delicately laced with venomous attitude. She had been working very hard on her English lately, and hoped that she not only said it right, but that the sentence came out correctly.

___Hazina narrowed her eyes, infuriated as well. A child he thought she was! Her practical side reasoned with her, it wasn't exactly his fault she was stuck in this body. Who cares! Her anger chimed in, there are plenty of odd people here, this man should know better. The angry side won out, and she drew herself up and looked at him piercingly. She made a fist and thumped her chest with it.
___"I have walked earth longer than you, ever will." She felt her emotions get provoked at mention of her parents, which caused her stomach to flip over again - this time with pain. Hazina was so sick of being judged by a stature that she was cursed with, and it wasn't even her fault. Sick of being here, or in any other time! She should have died of ripe old happy age years ago, in her village, with her family. Why was that taken from her?

___The Masai held up ten of her fingers, five flesh and five metal, and pulled each one down into her palm as she counted them down. "One-hundred each." She repeated as each digit folded, after she was done with all ten she held up two more fingers, counted one-hundred on one and lowered the final halfway. "Me, I am, ancient when placed beside." She jerked her jaw towards him to motion that she meant a comparison to him. "If you afraid of young body, nothing to shy." She spat angrily, pulling the shirt apart and exposing herself again. "I am old, and withered." Hazina meant only in age, obviously, but her English still wasn't very impressive. She wasn't ashamed of her body, like many young African women her body's development was impressive - to say the least. Many of the older pale-women who visited India from England would have killed for her breasts, and Hazina's were still in the developing stages!

___Overwhelmed by emotion, anger, sadness, and a large portion of rage, Hazina froze as he touched her head. She had experienced enough of this man. Whatever women could see in him, she surely couldn't. Good looks or not, his disposition and lack of couth had earned a feeling of loathing reserved only for the worst. She had not suffered all she had, to be treated as simply a child! This body angered her further and further, and inside her heart wept. Why couldn't she have died! Why couldn't she have stayed! A multitude of thoughts ran through her head, each exploding into bright lights of anger. Her great fear of his dogs or being raped evaporated. Enough was simply enough. What good is it to be alive if you were constantly cowering, sniveling, if she died with her integrity it would have been enough.

___She looked up at him, her heart was racing, her body tensed and then she dropped her body for momentum and swung. Her metal arm made beautiful contact with his face, and the adrenaline swelled. As she watched, almost as though reality had slowed down, exhilaration filled her lungs and she snapped back. She jumped upon him, long brown limbs determined to hit every mark. What had begun as a costume, to innocent teasing, to unforgivable pain (both emotional and physical), now shattered into pure hate.

___Her body shook with excitement, each part squealing to take another hit, and another, justice for the pain caused by the past! Justice! They demanded it, screaming now, JUSTICE! For every man or woman who had beaten her for no reason, for the unbearable pain of being marked as a freak and losing her family, for every pig that had raped her, her body shrilled of redemption. The shirt she had made such a point of getting was filthy now, with buttons popped and the breeches desperately hanging by the suspenders to hide whatever else might be of further humiliation. Large tears rolled out of her anger-filled gold eyes, and she dragged Dieter down into the dirt.

___She screamed, and shrieked with anger. Her body sang with anger and confusion. It had been so long since she had been held so forcefully, without being pushed down for carnal means.
___"Not right!" She sobbed. "Not right!" Hazina pounded on him, feeling her body being crushed to his. "I am so old! Thousands of years! Why did I not die?" She screamed the rhetorical question, demanding an answer from this bewildered man. "So many died, my family, my friends. Why not me?" She said brokenly. Hazina hated this man, she hated him for breaking through to her, for being the last straw. Any other person before she would have just ignored it and gone off to cry on her own or work it off. Another change, another world, maybe she was just looking for someone to hate.

___She looked up at him, her hair mussed and her face streaked. He was so beautiful, and her frustrated angry eyes hated him even more for it.
___"Not a child!" The Masai whispered. She was sick of being seen as a child, she was a woman, she was. She'd lived more freely than most women. "Not ...!" Hazina whispered again, forcefully. She drew herself up in his arms and placed hers around his head, pulling him closer. "Not." She insisted, looking into his eyes dangerously before she placed her lips on his and kissed him. Hazina was determined not to be a child, what other way did men have of respecting women? She closed her eyes and kissed him as passionately and skillfully as she had her former lovers.

___Hazina stumbled after being let go so fiercely. Regaining her balance she watched Dieter in an amazed fashion. He walked around so proudly as though he could master any woman, but when it came down to it he was just a child, moreso than she was. It was horribly amusing, and the irony made her insides quake. She did the only thing that she could think of, she laughed.
___"You ... You ... Pathetic!" She cackled with glee, he was completely overwhelmed. What kind of a man was that? Finally it was revealed, he was completely harmless! His teeth were about as sharp and clumsy as a wolf pup's, and it appeared they hadn't even been cut yet. Her confidence swelled, she knew now that he was no threat to her, and neither were his pets. She saw him now for what he really truly was. Hazina held her sides with laughter. Swaggering up to him she poked him in the chest, pushing him back a little bit.

___"You think I need help?" Hazina laughed and waved her hand in his face. "Call people names, when not knowing them? I suppose we are no different there. Vain boy!" Her laughter bubbled up inside of her like every emotion set free. "You think my touch of lips was insanity? For your sake? Do not see me as what is so obvious." She wagged her finger at him. "We are Cirque, you should know so much better." She added shrewdly, chastising his common sense with her regained ego. Hazina leaned forward and whispered into his ear wickedly, "You act so highly, but you enjoyed."

___She had finally lost her patience with him. Was everything she was saying going right over his head? Everyone else in Cirque was far more understanding, where was this man even from?
___"Enough!" She cried, and shoved him into his trailer, slamming the door behind her and following suit. She was going to straighten this out, no matter what it took, which probably meant changing tactics. "Sit!" She ordered, pushing him onto the bed, while she sat in a chair and pulled it to him. Hazina bit her lip and swallowed grabbing his hands and looking deeply into his eyes. "Listen."

___She breathed deeply, trying to center herself. More than anything she wanted to beat him unconscious but decided that wouldn't be very diplomatic nor beneficial. Compared to her, he was a child, literally.
___"Cirque, not normal place." She looked at him, hoping he would calm down enough to understand. "Travels, goes places, times, yes?" Hazina touched her chest, "I not from your time, not from time Cirque got me at." She tried to explain slowly, even with her bad English. "Brought to India, by ... by ..." Her mind clouded, she had never tried to explain before. Helplessly she sighed, "... Magic." That wasn't the right way to describe it, but it was the only way until her English got better.

___"Please." She grabbed his hand with her flesh one and held it, pleading with him to understand, to evolve his mind. "I cannot age-change." Hazina struggled to comprehend it herself. "I old, age, hundreds, hundreds of years. Much older than you." How many times had she tried to explain this to people, how many people had laughed at her or threw her out. "I tell only truth, I swear. Please ..."
___Hazina reached down and took off his shirt and gave it back to him. "I sorry, assuming, hit ..." She touched his face where she had punched him and winced herself. "Confuse, scream, kiss." Hazina touched his mouth briefly, she guessed he probably hadn't enjoyed it, though she wouldn't admit it, she knew she had. But how long had it been since she'd even been with a man anyway? Motioning at the suspenders and his clothes she was still wearing she questioned quietly,
___"Want back ... yes?"