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Azzo had hoped for this moment a million times over. Since he woke up in the hospital, having been given a second chance, met his first senshi. Azzo Wolf Crowley had hoped to have some ounce of power to do something more than just being useless and getting in the way. Until now he’d seen a fight from the outside, a war between two factions. Both thought they were right; one had organization; that had been evident at the death of the Tree. The other was broken and fragile, it was like a flower that would eventually wilt and die. As Azzo Crowley he had hopes of helping them, trying to find a way to fix the problem, convince them that if they don’t work together they would lose.

However, now as Nifhel he had no idea what he was doing. Nifhel was standing on a building tall enough to over look most of the city. The wind blowing through his hair and an Ipod on the side with his belt, ear buds placed in his ears listening to the songs play. Seeing the world through different eyes made it overwhelming, this wasn’t one of his puppet shows anymore. This was about convincing a whole faction, a whole army to work together, to show them what they could accomplish if they had an overall goal. He’d heard many times from his father, if you don’t have faith and believe in what you’re fighting you’re going to lose. The question that stayed with him was, “What are we fighting for?” Nifhel asked himself out loud as his Honey brown eyes watched lights of the city dance. “Is it for a new world, or is it the same old world peace that everyone wants?”

He was humming to life is a highway. The past year and a half had gone by so fast, having woken from coma. Hanging with Melody and meeting tons of new senshi . Nifhel couldn’t help but wondered what happened to the Parallels after their Queen had died. He felt bad for them, as they probably were lost in this world without their leader. His brown eyes watched the street below as a cop car speed past. In this city of life there were so many things that had been hidden from the public’s view. So many people he’d been able to meet, and many more he had perhaps let down at some point or another. Those that had thought he’d been dead and those that were just plain disappointed because of something he did.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, now that he was Nifhel he could help out. He could be less useless than he was as a human, granted not by much for now. His eyes glanced to the chain with the symbol of Saturn on it which he used for holding. He found his life heading down a road of least resistance, something that perhaps he’d wanted for selfish reasons. Something that one day his father could be proud of him for, or something that he could be proud of himself for. Yet, despite those he’d also wanted those to help out the senshi, finally having given up on ever understanding what had happened to him in Barren Pines. Azzo would set out with a new Density. One that perhaps instead of causing trouble could fix it, he closed his eyes and sighed; he’d try to help the senshi the best he could. Organize them if he must, teach them what it mean to be a team; while it was going to be harder than putting one of his puppet shows together, his thoughts were on the fact he could do it with some help. He knew Aurora was by his side when he wanted her, and perhaps even when he didn’t, but he had to start small, work his way up. They needed a team of their own, if Aurora wasn’t still with the Basterds; Azzo needed an update on everything in the senshi and negaverse world and he planned on getting it, somehow…

He paused, somewhere in that highway of thoughts. There had been one to pull him over and back up, there was a soft sigh. “Aurora…” He muttered; thinking about how hurt she’d seem by the news he’d asked Melody out, even though he’d gotten turned down. The fact she often turned up at his house or when he was in trouble, more than many other senshi. What was going on between them? He brought a hand up to run through his hair; there were things that had been said between them. However, Nifhel wasn’t sure that was all that needed to be said; he cringed at the thought of it. Slowly starting to pace the roof top, he was twenty years old, she was younger than that. She had no family here, he at least had grams; and he didn’t mind inviting Aurora over on special occasions if nothing but to make her feel better about not having to be alone on those holidays. He frowned; he wasn’t ready to try to ask someone else out. Still reeling from the Christmas incident and the fact he hadn’t seen or heard from Melody since. What if it happened with Aurora as well? He’d lose his only solid tie to the senshi, not to mention a good partner. He needed Polaris to help him; he couldn’t have her distracted there were things in their lives that were more important than love. Nifhel eventually sat down on the edge of the roof his feet hanging over, and rubbing his temple. His Grandfather would have something to say, probably something like ‘Boy, you need to stop running away from Nature and let it run as it pleases. You can’t be nice to girls without expecting them to eventually like you for it.’ He’d heard it a few times to some of the older kids when they lived out in the country and his Gramps was still alive.

“I wish you were here now.” He said softly looking up to the stars. “I could use the help; you’d probably be the only one to understand any of this and why...” Nifhel took a breath and shook his head, “I don’t think I can tell Grams, not until it’s over… I’m not sure I can do it alone though.”

The question was could he do it at all? His dreams weren’t only to help the senshi but to be like his grandfather, to be able to a psychologist and perhaps one day a hypnotherapist. To have great puppet shows that children enjoy… For Azzo there was a lot packed into a little bit of time, it didn’t matter that some of it would be long term, and take perhaps forever. Nifhel was looking at the now, and what he could do today; if only because he already knew what it was like to be thought of as dead, but what if he really did die doing this?