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Shana heard the shattering of glass and quickly turned her head to look just in time to see a girl throwing herself out a window across the street. In an instant she was gone, and when Sasha landed she could tell that her fall had been broken by something, or more like someone. Sasha had landed on what looked like a feminin young man, who was laying on the ground with one eye shut and slender hands holding onto her. "Nngh..are you alright...?" one of the person's furry ears twitch slightly as their grip loosened a bit, not wanting to hurt Sasha.

Yukiko, who was apparently zoned out, and snapped out of it once she noticed something had gone and passed. "Wait... What?" she muttered.

((Akira lives in the same apartment as Sasha ><))

Akira's eyes snapped open to loud shattering of glass, she quickly went to her window, peering down. She saw a blond headed girl in a man's arms, ....Eto....her name was.... Sasha-san was it...?...yes I think her name is Sasha.... She opened her window, as if she was going to yell if everything was alright, she sighed, ...silly me.... I don't have a strong enough voice to yell..... She closed the window, but left it open just a crack for fresh air, going to her cello case. She opened the case up, grabbing her cello, she walked over to her bed. She sat down, beginning to play the morbid music she always played.

Ami lowered Sasha to her feet, careful to keep himself between her and Shana. He didn't sense any malicious intent from the lycan, just a primitive response to his sudden appearance. Still, it didn't hurt to be careful.
"I am this girl's guardian. You would do well to leave." He said to Shana, face and tone as serious as they'd ever been. His usual devil-may-care attitude had vanished, replaced by a solemn, almost sinister manner. The cross on Ami's necklace shuddered slightly in response to the dark aura that began to emanate from his body.

Name: Daren Fiasco
Species: Human... I think
Gender: Male
Age:17
Appearance: Unremarkable brown eyes give depth to his tan face. Above his right eye rests an inch long scar from an accident he never speaks of, in fact, the orgin of said scar changes each time someone new asks about it. Shoulder Length Black Hair tied in a tail crowns the top of his head. Generally wears shorts for ease of movement, a solid color tee, and never sandals. If they don't lace up it's harder to run in them, and you never know when you'll have to run from something bigger than you. Stands about 5'9".

A little brash and fairly impulsive, Fiasco likes to live up to his namesake. Causing a little trouble nevere hurt anyone... much... well at least no one he knows. When he sets himself to a task, he aims to get it done.Through hell and high water, it will get done. Though not a big guy, anyone will only ever pick a fight with him once. For every hit received, he hits back three times. Lives by the motto "Theirs only one way to fight, and thats to win." A history of narrow escapes from the law, angry neighbors, the occasional mob of the elderly, and sometimes death from a hobby he gives up shortly after the incident has left him with an uncanny ability to sense when the situation is spiraling dangerously out of controll. He carries on his person a roll of quartes, just in case, and keeps in the trunk of his car a tool for just about anything. He has a near limitless supply of aquantances, as he seems to ooze charisma. Tends to say the wrong thing often, but genearllay makes up for it later.

Akira sighed, becoming bored and lonely, she coughed, her lungs were acting up again. She kept coughing for a while, creeping into the kitchen for some tea, she had some already in the fridge. She pulled a large container out of the fridge, pulling a cup from the cupboard, pouring herself some tea, then placing the containr back into the fridge. She sipped the cold tea slowly, cooling down her scratchy throat. She sat by her window, which was still open, placing her cup of tea on a nightstand, she resumed playing the cello, beautiful music could be heard.

Fiasco smiled warmly back as she took the ball "Your quite welcome." He looks to her bloodied hands, and with a voice filled with nothing more than concern "A trip to the hospital may be in order, and..." he pauses and looks around "Does... Where is that music coming from?" The confusion on his face passes "Never mind. In any case, I can dress your hands if the hospital seems too drastic." Upon finishing the sentence he looks back the way he came from.

Turning back to the situation at hand, smile never leaving his face, Fiasco nods "Of course you can." He turns to leave but stops abruptly "Oh, forgive my manners." He says, turning back to face Ami, Sasha, and Shana "I'm Daren Fiasco. Should you go to the school near here, I'm sure you've heard about a catapault built in shopclass that put a wooden cat through a wall. Wasn't me." A nod to the young ladies, and a quick mischevious smile towards Ami, and he begins walking away from the direction he came. "Should they ask," he says cryptically over his shoulder, "tell them I went this way." Hands in his pockets, he walks away slowly, limping all the while.