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Luther stumbled his way from the park all the way back to his apartment. He shook his head and walked in to relax on his own sofa and hopefully get his mind out of the slump it was in. He looked on the nearby wall to see one of the swords he'd carried with him from England. Luther stood up to take it down from its mantle and pulled it slowly from its scabbard before examining it. He gave it a quick swing and stood there in a pose. The sword was cold, It hadn't the warmth of Yin or Yang's guns. It made him feel sorrowful almost. It was...a lonely feeling of a soldier.

"Sheesh...I'll have to have a talk with those two...I need to know how they feel about me." Luther slammed the sword back into its casing and putting it around his waist. "I guess i'll go ease some stress..." He went off to his room to stare at the mirror for a moment grooming himself a bit before leaving the apartment heading for shibusen.

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Luther had been resisting the great urge to deck Yin in the mouth but he knew that would cause unnecessary amounts of stress between them. Most of it was really him defending his sister which was something he could honestly understand. He snatched the sword away from Yin when he touched it causing Luther to glare at him even more than before. "Touch this again and your fingers will belong to me."

Luther proceeded to unlock the door to the apartment walking in quickly hoping to get away from his 'partner'. He untied the sword from his waist and placed it on the mantle he had retrieved it from before moving out of the room deeper inside. "I'd much rather had that cold piece of steel. Cleaning it keeps me calm and bonds me to it. The fact it has no humor keeps me hard, sharp and emotionless just like my blade like i need to be in battle. If you knew anything about swords you would know it has all the personality it needs in its craftsmanship. "

He went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before sitting at the counter placing it on his forehead. "Unfortunately, we are in 'our' apartment. The Elder's of the magic council in england are paying for this as long as i keep a successful career as a meister. Its big enough to host me and my partner or partners in this case. Though with you i'll be homeless soon enough."

Luther glanced at Yang who looked like she was a few memnts from pulling a bald spot in her head with all the braiding.

"I'm not talking about you Yang...So don't worry...What you do in your personal life doesn't concern me. I'm not your keeper." He twisted the top off the water to finally drink from the bottle.

"At least it shouldn't anyway...I'm her meister so its best she doesn't fall for me anyway. It'll conflict with our job."

"If that's what you want then fine. Its not like you'd listen even if i asked you to stay. You don't have to listen to me right?" He shrugged and grabbed a near by kitchen knife twirling it between his fingers. "Here i was feeling bad because i was trying to find the right way to tell you guys my feelings about being your meister. Yet, I don't think that matters now. You already have this poor impression of me. It hasn't even been that long since we've known each other so i'm sure you guys have plenty of time to find someone else."

Luther jammed the knife through the counter keeping his grip on the handle. "I just know if you talk about my swords again i'll never forgive you. My swords are all i have in this world. They're like my brothers and sisters. I treat them better than i do myself. Look around. You'll see them in the open which i proudly display. I clean them every day, I keep them sturdy, I respect their power. They're able to do things i can't. Swords...They're never afraid. They carry out whatever wills them. They can make dreams come true. They can give power to those too weak to protect what they care about. They've saved my life countless times growing up in a world that teaches you the things i know."

He stared at the knife regretting how recklessly he treated it and pulled it from the counter. He went to grab his tools to immediately begin to repair it.

"Unite your body and soul. Fuse the rules of fighting. Set your mind on the path of power. That is what i was told to accomplish. My master said that each weapon has its own strength and weaknesses. Short or long. Sharp or blunt. Soft or Hard. Heavy or Light. I was trained in the ways of a weapon master. I was raised to believe that weapons are a tangible form of power. Anyone who can fuse his body and soul with them would possess the greatest power in the world. To me swords are the best weapons to hold in ones hands." He worked quickly with experienced hands repairing it as fast as it was damaged.

"Its easy to forget that swords don't have a soul. That's why people use them recklessly. They damage them and never check to see how it feels. You don't have to have a soul to weep...I'm bonded to my weapons in ways normal people never will be. This knife it crying to me. It was angry...I wronged it as if it were a person. You could hear its screams. I had to ease its pain..."

Luther cleaned the knife and put it away turning his back to the twins.

"I started thinking to myself. 'Yin and Yang aren't normal weapons. They have souls, they have themselves as family, they have friends, they have their own lives to live. They laugh, cry, breathe, sleep, even feel pain.' Do you know what kind of weight that is to carry? What if as your meister i fail to defeat a keshin. I have not only forfeited my life but yours as well. I put you in a situation that i couldn't handle and cost you everything. Yin, You're too stubborn and wouldn't know when to retreat. Yang, You're too compassionate and you wouldn't abandon us if the need called for it. I know its stupid to think that way...But why should my own negligence be the cost of your lives. The amount of pressure that is on my consciousness is overwhelming. You can't imagine how that makes me feel... "

Luther started to walk away from them and into the depths of the apartment. He followed the stairway until he stood at the top of the apartment allowing him to look over Death city and catch some air. He genuinely felt bad for how he treated them but he didn't know how to express it. Apologie weren't his forte at all.

Luther looked away from her when she first stood next to him as she was talking. He really didn't want to hear it but at the same time he couldn't help but listen to her. Slowly he find himself looking back out at the city rubbing the back of his head taking into consideration the things she was saying to him. He sighed softly hung over the railing as she started to make him feel like a total jerk about how he handled the situation. He stood up to look at her and couldn't help but lock eyes with her. His cheeks flushed a bit at how brightly she looked at him. She had so much faith in him it was a little intimidating.

"Silvia use to look at me like that too..." He said quietly without thinking. "I guess we're stuck with each other then. To be honest...I have no idea how even did that. I wouldn't be able to do it that easily again. I don't remember what it felt like or how i did it. I doubt he even paid attention enough because he was too busy yelling at me for an accident." Luther flipped his hair back from his eyes finally calming down after all this time.

"I'm sorry if i upset you Yang. Most of what i said was directed toward Yin but i can see how it would have easily upset you too...I'm the farthest thing from amazing. I just hope you don't live to regret the decision of being my partner. I'll do my best to live up to your expectations."

Luther made a fist with his right hand and threw a punch to the night air. "I have a lot of weight to carry. Not just with the burden of taking care of you two but with the hopes of my country. They have high hopes for me and that in itself is a lot of weight..."

Luther just crossed his arms and stared at Yin's hand. "I don't want to carry anyone else's burden. What am I supposed to do about other people's problems?" He flipped his hair back and grinned at him. "Is what i would have told you both had i been the way i was before i came to Death City. Be glad you didn't know me in the magic country." He took Yin's hand before going back toward the stairs.

"This is going to take some getting use to. After all i'm use to being a being of solitude." He yawned and started down the stairs. "I don't know about you two but i'm hella hungry."

"Yeah, Get use to you? Yang'll probably keep to her self most of the time but you like to make your existence known as loudly as possible..." Luther rubbed the side of his head and looked around. "What's that smell...?"

"He walked towards the dining room and raised his eyebrow atthe large meal that laid along the length of the table. "What in the..." He walked over to examine it all soon noticing a note that laid in the center.

Luther gripped the letter in his hand crinkling it up before trying to hide it from Yin and Yang.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

"You two can enjoy it. I don't feel much up to eating now." He sat at the table and crossed his arms glaring at the food. "Don't worry. No ones planning to attack us or anything. You can rest easy and eat Yang."

"They trained me to be cold hearted yet now they want me to change my ways? He isn't still mad about his granddaughter is he??"

Luther sat there with a blank stare his eye twitching as he slowly got angry again.

"So...where did you two come from anyway? My hometown is in france. Bordeaux, France. I was moved to Wales when i was a kid though. Apparently I was chosen because i had the aura of a warrior. I guess its the personality of my soul i think they call it here."