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She felt like she couldn't breath, even Aaron's apology did nothing. It felt like everything she had ever regretted came right back and smashed into her chest, breaking every single rib and bursting every single organ. Naano thought back to the way he had once called her Butterfly Girl, with such a soft comforting voice. And earlier? It was scary, almost malicious and threatening. The girl couldn't take it any longer. One more minute of this and she'd burst.
Quickly she stood, leaning against the wall for a brief moment. The tears still came no matter how quickly she wiped them away. Her vision was hindered by the blue locks and she ran her hands through her hair, collecting it into a bun. All the while she stayed silent, aside from the uncontrollable sobs that racked her body no matter how hard she tried to stop them. Straightening her bag she quickly rushed to the door, making an attempt to get past Ayato. Her eyes were a dull orange hue, no longer holding the fire that once fueled her emotions.
She was broken.
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"Ayato's here."
"Ayato's here."
"Ayato's here."
The phrase repeated itself in her mind as she held on to his black turtle neck; her hands clenching the loose fabric as her body shook from the tears. Was he really? The sound of his voice was so familiar, it had been so long since he used that tone. There was no arrogance, no smirk. Just raw emotion. She stayed quiet as the tears slowly subsided, resting her head against his chest. He didn't smell like Aya anymore, but that voice...
She couldn't stay forever, she needed to go and find Ryan.
But at the same time, Naano couldn't just leave.
Her heart was in turmoil again, what was she going to do? The emotions piled up on her as her breathing grew labored and the breaths jagged. No words came from her mind, she just couldn't speak. All the stress had decided to implode on her in this exact moment. And everything went black as her body seemed to give way from under her.
Broken.
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Just a little while longer? She supposed it couldn't hurt, or could it? Here she had been in this place for less than a day and already she was in fear. It wasn't a fear of someone chasing you, or losing something precious to you, or even of being injured. It was a fear that Ayato was just gone. Of course he was there now, holding her so close and humming to her, but for how long? Was he back for good, or would he digress back into Aaron?
She had closed her eyes, burying her head into the folds of his shirt, hoping that this was permanent. Her hands were shaking from not only the fear that consumed her, but also of the cold. Tilting her head up, she held Ayato's gaze with her own, trying to find something that would answer her questions. But she found nothing. Her eyes seemed dull as she wiggled out of his arms, and with her feet planted firmly on the ground she faced him. Pulling him down she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close in a hug to show him that escaping his own grasp on her wasn't negative. As she withdrew, Naano gave him a small nod and sniffed the air. It smelled of...bacon?
Bacon and eggs and hash browns and pancakes to be exact, with hints of maple syrup. Following the smell she soon found the kitchen were Neuma was cooking. Bitten was in there as well. Naano kept silent as she sat down at a small table inside, crossing her arms on top of the table. She kept her position like this, focusing on the table top as if it were the most interesting thing in the room. Her thoughts wandered as she tried to forget Aaron's face, his words, and his harsh movements. But the scene played in her head again and again.
The girl's eyes were red and puffy from the crying, but her gaze was steady. Her hands shook and she stared at them, hoping they would stop as if by command. But they didn't and wouldn't listen to her. She ran one through her hair, removing the bun, and just felt each and every smooth, soft lock. Once straightened out, the girl resumed her original position.
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Naano shrunk back slightly, but didn't bat an eye at Ayato's actions. She knew it..
The Espeon's affections affected her little and all she did was pet the Pokemon lightly. Idris clumsily ran over to Naano, making an attempt to climb into her lap. Gently the girl lay her hand on the top of the Growlithe's head, silently commanding her to stay down. The Pokemon was much too big to fit in her lap anyways. Whining, Idris slipped her nose under Naano's hand as if to ask her what was wrong.
Naano stood from her seat and slid it to the side loudly. It wasn't done purposefully, the floors were rough. Setting herself down on her knees, the girl came face to face with the fire type and carefully pet her. In a sudden burst of energy Idris pushed Naano back and held her down as she licked her face affectionately. Still keeping silent, the girl managed to grab a pokeball from her bag and release Mizu. The Floatzel picked up Idris and set her down to the side, soon taking a step back at Naano's shocking appearance. Not only that, but he was curious as to why Ryan wasn't with them. Piece by piece he managed to understand and went through her bag. Shaking her head, Naano put any pokeballs that had rolled out of her open purse back inside. The room was crowded enough.
Sitting on the floor, Naano stared at Ayato's back for sometime. The black hair still unnerved her, it made him look so much older. Her gaze switched to Bitten, and she gestured for the girl to come to her.
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Naano shook her head in silence. What's up? Or what was down? Everything was ******** turned around and flipped over sideways. The doorways looked crooked and the windows were slightly off. Or did she just have her head tilted the wrong way? Was she looking at things incorrectly? Did the world simply look off because it wasn't mean to be seen right through her eyes? Were all her mistakes supposed to be waved in front of her face like a flag floated in the wind? Slow, steady, smooth, and never ending.
She couldn't speak, something held her back. But what was it? The girl didn't know. Instead, she slipped her shaky hand into Bitten's. Naano gave it a small squeeze and looked into the girl's eyes. What was she trying to say? Perhaps nothing, maybe it was all done for mere comfort. No, she was showing her something. The danger. This could all go terribly wrong.
Gently she pulled the girl into a hug, warm but careful. She had worried for her safety for quite some time now, and the girl never left her thoughts. Then, she cupped her face in her own delicate pale hands; placing a kiss upon her forehead in a motherly fashion. Bitten meant a lot to her.
That was the message.
Getting up, Idris grew energetic once more and ran around the girl's feet. In an attempt to walk forward she tripped over the Pokemon and tumbled to the ground with a hollow sound. She rocked from side to side gasping for air as she had managed to fall flat on her back. The girl was winded. Gaining some of her breath back, she sat up and breathed deeply; as if to take in enough oxygen to keep herself going forever.
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Naano shook her head and made an attempt to get off the bed. She was fine. Idris hopped up on the bed, urging her to stay. The Pokemon felt bad and wined apologetically as she lay her head in Naano's lap. With her chest rising and falling at an uneven pace, and a lack of strength to push her off, she lay her head back on the pillow. Once more she stayed silent, but grabbed Ayato's hand pleadingly. If she did have to lay here, then she at least wanted someone there. She wanted Aya there.
Her eyes set on his, fearful but etched with need.
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