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u_u Ugh. Having him be so freakin' quiet was even worse than him asking. It was like having someone mad at you and not knowing why, then they refusing to talk to them- it was that sort of unnerving frustration. If anyone would understand it would be him. But... he wasn't...

"Is... there somewhere nearby I can sleep? Just to regain my strength? I have something to clean up as soon as I can get home... so it'd really only be for a short while."

I bet he'd make an interesting target.She shook her head at the incubus's comment and Aly at the same time. No, no, she shouldn't stay here. If that last man had found her at her home, who knows who could find her here? Even if he was an a**, he didn't deserve to be attacked at night...

"Nevermind, you're probably sick of me as it is." Ugh. Freakin' ninja assassin bullshit.

She stopped sighed and sat down across from him, sinking into one of his bean-bag chairs and staring at a point behind his head. It was easier to talk to a spot behind his head. "I was frustrated. Social situations, especially intimate ones between myself and another, tend to embolden me to say things I ought to keep to myself... not because it's uncouth, just that I get ahead of myself. Especially with men." She frowns. "No offense, I was just raised with sisters."

"I didn't figure you for such a caring sort.. and really, in this case it's better that way. I'm indebted to someone so... so it's probably for the best that I stay alone..." She looked like she was quietly musing to herself then as she bent her head down.

....

No wait, her breathing had changed. She had fallen asleep. sweatdrop

She woke a mere few hours later, her dreams dark and chilling, filled with blood and death. Startled, she looked around. Where was she? What time was it? Touching herself to make sure she was still a human and not a cat again she stared down at the blankets and clothes. That's right. She was... she was at Alyosha's. Sighing to herself she glanced around and saw he had left her food as well.

Okay, so maybe he wasn't as much of an a*****e as he had led her to believe. Besides, didn't he take care of one of the Aerandir? What an odd father figure he must make.

As she stood she carefully folded the blankets and put them to the side of the rug and stood, taking the cake in her hand and munching on it hungrily. She ought not to leave here without leaving something in return. He had gone well out of his way to lend her clothes and a place to sleep... for as much as she put him out, she owed him something.

Muttering under her breath she disappeared a moment and then returned no more than five minutes later, in the kitchen, this time eating what appeared to be a juicy fruit that looked like a mango but was as crisp as an apple.

Carefully she put a large back in his refridgerator, careful not to jar the contents. Inside was a bento, something she imagined a kitsune might like for lunch, and a small bowl of miso soup. Inside the bento was some sashimi, some shrimp tempura, steamed rice wrapped in seaweed, and winter squash with asparagus.

A note was then left on the table that had significantly less food.



After signing her note she folded it once, weighed it down with his ink pad, and promptly left to go clean up the dead body that was decomposing on her bed at home.

Ieyasu wandered into the community centre, distractedly nudging the door closed behind him with one foot. He wasn't busy - he rarely was, although he suspected that could change in the future - and he was just heading over to see if anything interesting was going on here.

Stepping into the main room, a quick glance around told him that the circular area was once again empty. He moved over to a comfy looking chair that was accompanied by a little table. Setting down his bag, he pulled out the jar with the fluff in it and set it down on the table. He could keep an eye on it there.

With a soft thump, Ieyasu flopped down onto the chair. Idly, he glanced around himself. Plenty for a kid, or perhaps one of the gryphons, to play with here, anyway. Vaguely bored, he produced a small, crystalline ball from somewhere on his person. Leaning back against the chair, he began to toss the ball up into the air, catching it again as it came down. He then began to make the moves more complicated, rolling it for short distances along his lower arm before flicking it back up into the air again.

As Fae entered the circular room, Ieyasu caught the little ball in one hand, glancing over abruptly in Fae's direction.

"Ah, so there are other people about. Hey." Lounging casually on the comfy chair, he grinned a little. The little gryphon was with her too, he saw.

"Sorry about running out on you like that the last time. Had things to see to."

Ieyasu grinned at the little gryphon as she nosed around his feet. Twisting as she ran around behind him, he reached to give her a gentle scratch with his other hand.

Turning, he looked back up at Fae. "Maybe. I was just passing time.. loitering's probably the word for it."

Fae nodded, then watched her gryphon run around him. "She's never this curious and open around people.." she blinked. "Maybe it's the thing you have in your hand?" She looked at him, hoping he would answer her question.

As Pueblo's fur smoothed over her back from the man's hand, her ears twitched and she looked up at him. "Peep?" She pawed at his fist.

Fae looked to the table where his artifacts were sitting. "Ohh, so these are your artifacts." She leaned in closer, trying to figure out what they were. A fox...perhaps, and maybe an eagrett? Then suddenly, a bright flash caused her to fall back in starttlement. "Woah! Ieysau! You're artifacts-" She pointed at the from the ground she was now sitting on.

She simply stared at him a moment. There was something different about him... almost like Alyosha, but somehow different. If the numbing pain hadn't been throbbing through her legs she might have walked towards him so as to reassure herself.

His hair was white too. Surely he was a hanyou or youkai. "I don't trust our kind to help each other," she replied emptily and carefully pulled out a chair, sitting down. He had seemed sincere enough, but it was too... perplexing to rationalize out who was worth trusting and who wasn't. Her head ached now as well.