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((For a second there, I thought I heard life in the dojo. Scary thing.))

Didymus glares back at the main dojo then turns his gaze back to Fenris. At first, when Fenris was stroking him, he was unsure of what to do. For a couple of minutes he just stared at her, though after a while he decided he liked the attention so he lay down on his belly as well and closed his eyes while giving a low purr as a sign of enjoyment.

It took a moment for the feline to realize that Fenris had stopped petting him. He meowed at her and took a couple steps closer to her curious as to what it was that stole her attention away.

-Reeve walks outside, back into the sunshine, his eyes glittering in the light like the new medal on his cloak brooch. He walks toward the fountain, edgily looking behind him-

(( XD ))

Fujiwara exited the forest and began his way to the familiar dojo, his vision was blurred and he ached all over. He was bleeding hrribly from several gashes as he held onto a small bundle in his arms with every ounce of strength he could muster. He made it to the porch and began up the steps. One, two, three, four, he was on the porch and at the door. He was suddenly struck by a wave of vertigo and had to stand still until it passed, a pool of blod collected under him. Without a word he walked into the main room an from there he went to the hall. is vision dimmed even moreand everything had a red haze. His breathing was labored but he had to keep going. He had to keep moving. Finally he reached the Medical ward. Salvation, a glimmer of hope. He sighd a breath of relief that turned to coughing and hacking of more blood. The bundle began to wiggle, this gave him more hope and more determination. He set the bundle upon a bed and unwrappd it revealing a small child only a few months old. The baby looked at him with asmile, not understanding that its caretaker was on the verge of death. Fujiwara smiled back at the baby girl before peeling off his jacket and blood soaked shirt to reveal dozens of sword cuts. His body seemed to be dyed red from the blood but Fujiwara had no time to admire his battle wounds. Instead he began with the process of cleaning each wound an then, the painful art of bandaging. After a half an hour of much pain he had half of his wounds cleaned and bandaged. Another half hour and he was fully bandaged. he picked the small child up and layed down placing the child in his arms. he baby smiled and began to play with his fingers. He smiled down at the child before sucumbing to sleep.