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The cry from the Mist Sorcerer's mouth is deafening, despite it is not audible. The snarl from his lips is audible, but his emotional flood of is nearly too much to handle.

"I'm not going to put you into prison!" Fumei exclaimed, trying to dodge the Mist Sorcerer's fists and kicks. The emotional torrent doesn't seem to affect her. It didn't take much effort though. "I know you can understand me!"

Here in her house, Fumei had 'evacuated' this very room for her newest charge. A gray room, with silver trim on its windows, and doorway. A table, now knocked over, was scratched and bruised with more than recent abuse, with its matching gray vase now broken at its legs.

The white rose that had once occupied the vase was mutilated, some blood drops decorating the floor, coming from the matching scratched wall. Once dressed in a simple black vine pattern, the wallpaper is barely clinging to the wall.

The bloodied fingers of Mist Sorcerer are still working at the walls, as if trying to scratch himself out of this new prison he saw himself in. This was a mere girl child's room! He no longer cared how she transported him here, he needed to leave! His beautiful brown hair was wild with frantic energy that filled his blood, as if he had been pulling them and getting them tangled in his fury.

WHY ISN'T IT WORKING?!

I don't know! You've lost your powers! You've heard what Setsushi said!

I DON'T CARE, YOU STUPID GIRL CHILD! SETSUSHI IS A FOOL, HE KNOWS NOTHING OF TRUE POWER AND MAGIC!

I know how to talk to you, how to--

YOU KNOW NOTHING! That fool child of yours, what can he understand?!

The mist sorcerer advanced on Fumei, trying to push her to the wall. With just a single sidestep, the sorcerer pushed on the wall instead. He growled, pounding on the wall with his fists.

You wouldn't be so slow if you would eat something, please!

SHUT UP! I HATE YOU!

Fumei frowned. While being used to rude people, she was still a child in terms of patience. Overrated it was, she thought. She was still just 14. Even after all this time. More minutes carried on like this, as the girl continued to dodge the slow moving and handicapped Mist Sorcerer, with him being half-starved and making predictable movements, it was no mere feat to dodge a madman who had broken everything in the room.

This is getting you nowhere. I'm getting bored.

The Mist sorcerer lay gasping on the floor, chairs and bed broken, glass conveniently picked up by Fumei. No longer had he the power to throw a chair, let alone a tantrum. However, Fumei knew the battle was far from over. And it was just more than just a beginning. With arms folded, she looked at her watch. More than 3 hours had passed since she had taken the Mist Sorcerer from Setsushi's care into her own. With all that he had faced, she thought a room to himself and an introduction would be enough. Knowing a prison environment wasn't exactly the friendliest, she tried to be nice to her new charge, despite knowing just a bit about his past.

Some work. Pfth.

There was some care in that 'pfth.'

I will leave you be. I don't see the point of taking care of you if you don't want to take care of yourself.

There is no answer from the Mist Sorcerer, and no more emotional output. His feelings are locked.

I'll be outside if you need me. I'll be locking you in now. Don't even try to escape.

When Fumei opens the door, she doesn't look back as she closes the door quietly behind her. The door nearly comes apart as more abuse comes to it. With a sigh, the girl folded her arms and watched as the door bent and folded before it fixed itself back up.

There was no volume to be heard, even when Fumei's nails dug into her skin as she continued to fold her arms tighter, watching Mist Sorcerer's door keep his cries and violence in.

So she would wait, here, outside.

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heart There are cakes on the table.

There is a table in the room.

Here, in his too-white room, in his white carpeted room, complete with a twin size bed with matching white sheets... It was far too white, far too bright for him.

Or his long lost Chaos.

But still, there was more than one thing out of place. A pink cake, with a single yellow candle.

However, there is also the girl in blue, the other porcelain dressed in blue and silver, that hold a cake that is akin to a lavender and pink, flowers and more candles decorating it.

The Mist Sorcerer is puzzled, for he doesn't understand what is going on.

He doesn't want to be here, after all.