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"That would be most unlikely." She stood up and looked at his head. She poured the disinfectant on the wound and dressed it as best she could.
"Music is unlikely going to stop or even begin to stop the wars between the races. These are thousands of years old rage and hatred against each other. There is no way you could make a change. Not a significant one at least."

Takiko had woken before Crow did. She found herself on his arms, with his sleeping body next to him. When she felt his warm breath pass her neck. She figured he should be able to sleep longer. Takiko carefuly moved his arms off of her, hoping not to wake him as she left. With a quick kiss on his cheek, Takiko figured a nice stroll down the massive streets of New York would be a pleasant way to spend the evening.

[exit to City]

Crow stepped slowly into his newfound home, into his newfound room more like. He stayed in the doorframe for a moment, just staring at the floor and walls and window. He walked slowly up to one of the walls and pressed his back against it. He slid to the ground and lay the Desert Eagle infront of him. It was equiped with a single silver round with an extra amount of gunpowder shoved into it. He stared at it long and hard, thinking everything over.

All that came out was a click. The bullet did not fly, it stayed in the barrel. Crow still had his eyes closed and his hand was trembling. He opened his eyes slowly, seeing the other side of the room. Tears began to well up in his eyes, it was right then and there he began to realize he was ment to continue to suffer. He could not escape this that easily. "Damn it!!"He shouted, he pointed the gun at the wall and pulled the trigger. The gun let out a bang as the bullet rocketed forward and hit the wall. 'Damn it.....Damn it...damn it....."Crow said quietly.

Kashkin had followed the girl quietly, his boots not making too much noise. The girl still had his sweatshirt, so he was still bound to her. After all, that sweatshirt was very important to him.

As he approached the house, he took Gen out from underneath his shirt, holding it in front of him. As she opened the door, he rested against the wall next to it. He nodded to her, letting her know that he would stay here.

"If the party get's hot, I'll bring the punch."

He didn't smile, but continued staring out into the street, gun glinting off the light, but no one noticing. Heh. His own kind was kind of blind after all.

"No matter what Kyrre tells me to do..."
Takiko began to explain as she walked into the room he was in. A sad express face. Sorrow filled her from the words he spoke.
"I don't think I would be able to live with myself if I killed you."
Her soft voice echoed off the near-empty room. She quickly realized she was still wearing the hunters sweatshirt. With a disgusted look on her face, she ripped it over her head, tossing it to the ground. The bandages were slightly revealed as she took the sweater off, showing a mixture of the healing goop and blood.
Takiko stood there, taking in the sad shape Crow was in, causing more saddness to fill her eyes.

Crow twitched, hearing Takiko's voice. His eyes began to well, another scent filled his nose, "And you bring the hunter here....."He lightly chuckled. "I thought you were going to kill me.....And apparently you found someone new...."Crow muttered silently. "I never should of left...."

Takiko saw how he reacted, also noting the Desert Eagle in his hand.
"Surely you could have noticed when he saved me... Don't you twitch a bit when someone touches me...?"
Takiko had not forgotten anything. She was his, and he will always be hers, no matter what he thinks. The bond they had was unbreakable.
"He mearly changed my plans slightly... I had hoped Kyrre would have returned to Los Nochas to look for Rogue, so then I could have told him I got in a fight with you..."
Takiko sighed heavily, knowing she would have to think of a new plan. She could understand how he felt cruely towards her. Slowly, and cautiously, she took a few steps closer to him. She wanted to hug him, to be able to feel his warmth again, but was worried his finger would slip on the trigger. It was not exactly worry for herself, but for him. If he accidently shot her, he would be in a worse condition then he is now.