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Aurora stood out on a small walkway in front of a small school. A pink backpack hung on one of her shoulders as she played with it's strap. A fushia beanie hung over her dark brown hair and helped frame her face. A thick purple scarf wrapped itself tightly around her neck as she waited. Two pink mittened hands flew into the air as Flint came into view.
"Bwother! You're hewr!"
"Theres an 'r' dear. Its Brother. And Here. You have to stay on top of that."
He smiled down upon her as he came close enough to place his hand on her shoulder.
"Flint, I missed you. Be sides, My teachwer says I'm gonna be top in my class. Look!" She pulled out a small sheet of paper with the mark '100%' on it.
"I got a hundrwed percent on my fwirst day!"
He crouched down to her height and looked at the paper.
"I'm so proud of you!" he said with a smile, "We'll have to show dad when we get home."
The girl stuffed the paper away then turned to him with upraised arms once more as he stood.
"Carry me?" she asked. His answer was simple as he picked her up and cradled her small body in his arms. From what he could gather she had been sick at a very young age, almost from birth. It seemed that it had stunted her social life and speech but her bed-laden years had caused her to study almost constantly. She was one of the smartest people he had met and in truth part of it was probably from her father. It seemed that both of them had a fondness for learning.
"Lets get home. You can help me make dinner if you want."
"Yaaaaaaaay!"

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The front door burst open as Krystal made her way to the kitchen.
"Aaaah! It smells so great here!" She came in with her arms up and wrapped them around a little Aurora that came running to her.
"Sister, sister! Look what Brother Flint got me!"
She held up the flower that he had bought for her.
"Aw, how pretty. Just... Like...You!" At the last word she poked Aurora's nose gently causing a small cascade of giggles.
Flint came up to her with a smile, holding a few plates.
"I started placing that table for you since you ran late. You might want to hurry and finish it up."
Krystal gave a nod and started to turn away when she saw the small loaf of cheese bread.
"Oh! When did we get some of this?" she asked excitedly.
"That? Oh yhea, I had a tour of the town today and we stopped in at the bakers. I thought a small treat would be nice. Plus, everyone seems to love that flavor."
"Thank you Flint! You're so kind."
She came up to him and hugged him gently, giving him a kiss on the cheek and taking the plates.
"I'll ask about the 'we' later though." She gave a wink as she finally left the room, allowing Flint time to cover his reddening face with his hand.

Flint stubbled up the stairs, on the way towards his father's work room.
"Professor," he called as he neared the door. He placed his palm against the door, a screek being uttered as it moved under his weight. A small shadowed figure was slumped upon the table's top. A small snoring noise resonated through the room as the figure's back rose and fell.
"Father.... you fell asleep again," he whispered as he stepped up towards the man. His hand went to the man's shoulder and gave a small shake.
"Ah, w-wha? Oh," the man paused the move apart his long charcoal hair, "Flint... I fell asleep. What do you need?"
Flint smiled gently as he spoke.
"Dinner is ready. Plates are on the table. And William should be home soon. I'm going to go take a walk. I need some fresh air. Just make sure that you get some food in you before you start working again."
The Professor waved a hand at him as he stood.
"Ya ya. Go, have fun and stop being my mother. But be home before midnight please."

Flint jogged down the steps from his house, his arms swinging at his side until he came to the road and jammed them in his pockets. His air gave a faint fog as he breathed. Living next the lake often caused this and he had quickly gotten used to it. It was much better than the month he lived on the fishing boat "the broken crow". Odd name but he fell in love with it and the men that he worked with.
He started a small whistle as he began to walk. He had no direction, no thought of what to do. He simply walked to feel...... the air. Or perhaps it was the feel the sounds all around him. One often would hear them, but to feel them. That was another thing. It gave such a thrilling experience.
A smile prickled his lips until he couldn't contain it anymore.

William ran his fingers through his hair, the orange tipped strands falling into his face. A woman gripped his side and crooned some lovely words to him. He knew what she wanted and she was going to get more than she bargained if she kept pressing. His cool hand ran up her inner thigh and pulled at her pink dress' fringe as she leaned into his chest.
"Lets go William. Get away from here."
She paused to kiss the drops of beer from his last drink from his lips and then some. They embraced for a moment before he pulled away. It was too early for this and he had no time. He sighed as she pressed her self further against him, moving his hand to her waist as she wrapped her legs around him.
"You said you wanted this William. And you can have it. All of it. You just... have... to ....take it."
Again her lips embraced his as she ran her hands down his back. The bartender walked up with a grunt. His eyes portrayed his unhappiness at their being there.
"Take it else where. My customers don't like coming to the bar when two youngsters are trying to get it up on the very table their drinks sit. Take your harlot elsewhere."
The girl gave a disgusted look then turned to William who simply smiled and shrugged.
"Babe, I love your body but the mans right. You're a harlot and I don't have the time to pay you."
The girl piratically leaped off his lap and stormed off, there wasn't any good goings happening anytime tonight for her.
"Well then," muttered William as he watched her leave the bar's building.

William's gaze got caught as the girl passed him. His jaw dropped from its grimace and once more as he saw her lower body, especially her butt and legs. He was sure he wasn't the only one after this fair maiden but he was dang well roaring to go and swore to himself that he would be first.
"She will give herself to me," he whispered as he stood and walked over casually.
"Bartender, let me buy this fair lass a drink."
He paused to lean over, his face dangerously near hers.
"What can I get you?"

William nodded to the bartender before easing into the seat ext to her. He rested half of his back against the counter top, his chest still facing her. His dress was formal but the tale-tell signs of after work relaxing marked his cover. His vest was tight but his white undershirt was unbuttoned to where his vest started. The cuff links had been removed and the sleeves pushed up his arm. Aside from that he looked rather normal. A quickly retrieved the silver pocket watch the was nested in his pocket and stole a glance at the time. He decided to waste some time on her.
His right hand went through his hair once more, his elbow holding his head up. A few strands of orange hair fell into his face, the white tips almost disappearing.
"So,.... what is a pretty girl like you doing here?" he asked. Her clothes made him think she was a whore or perhaps a dancer but her attitude had made him think otherwise.

The moisture in the air most have become too much for the clouds for Flint felt a slight bite as a rain drop fell upon his nose.
"Ah,..... so it is going to rain."
He gave a small smile as he walked, lazily letting his boots scuff the ground. His noise masked the shadows that followed him. Lugs of large size inching forward and growing confidence as they went.

William stared at her for a moment before turning back to the bar.
'Her nice body doesn't make up for her personality at all....'
He looked at her once more and then reconsidered his thought. Her body was gifted and she had a nice curved side. A good place to hold onto. He gave a sigh and waved for another beer. He was a cheap man. He again stole a glance at his pocket watch. It was getting later.
'I'll finish my beer, see how far I get, then take my leave. This chick shouldn't be hard enough to crack.... Why'd I let that one go again? And why am I bent on this one if I couldn't get it up for the other lass.'
He looked over and smiled faintly.
'Oh thats why... she's odd.'
"Waisting time is good. At least you now have a free drink."

A tall figure walked into the bar, his face was shrouded by the room's shadow and smoke. However, the sweet smell of hibiscus petals surrounded him.

William shook his head with a smile.
"No, not if you keep talking to me."
The bartender placed a bottle of open beer in front of William and Dasha's drink in front of her. William placed the money of the counter and took a swig of beer.

The smell got stronger as the figure came closer to the pair. It came up behind William, it's glaze stone cold. The dressing of the figure was very well done. He two was wearing a vest and shirt but his was very different. A creamy blue undershirt rested against his skin as a purple corderoy vest fit snuggly around his well built body. Black hair went down to his jaw, a purple sheen covering the silky strands, green eyes peering out from his shadowed face. His pants were a dark purple and fingerless green glovers covered his hands. It was thous power hands that came up and gripped the back of Williams neck.
"You like to run away don't you?" The figure spoke.
He had a very thick accent, New Zealand, but beneath there was another that poked out. Russian.

The man's eyes flashed over to Dasha where he gazed at her for a moment, looking her over.
"I can see why you find her attractive. Plan to add her to your collection William?" he asked as he pulled William back from the counter.
"Get off me before I kill you, you stupid flamer!"
Hurt came to the man's face as he spoke.
"Didn't father tell you to leave thous words in Germany? This fine lady probably hates your skin already."
He leaned forward and sniffed him.
"You reek. Do you know that? Like something died. Ugh... and of something else. You've been dallying haven't you? Don't you work? Maybe then you could actually afford your drinks."
William thrashed a bit, loosening the man's grip.
"Go find a guy and have some fun will you? I'm busy."
It was then that the man laughed for the first time and his true age came out. He was a young lad, full of youth.
"Ah ha ha, William. You are a jester. You know this woman wouldn't go near you nor you little friend. Get off your bum and get home. Father is probably expecting you."
"F*** off Xavier!," yelled William as he flung his arm around, knocking the man's grip away and aiming for his face.
The man caught his arm and twisted it backwards and against his back. He smiled and gave a nod to Dasha.
"Sorry for my brother. He's a little annoying," he apologized as William squirmed in his grip.