The guards tapped along their bars with their spears as two of them dragged a dark-cloaked figure. They chatted among themselves about home, and their families as they did their job. The door's heavy lock clanked and clicked as they stuffed in the key and twisted it, unlocking it.

"B Block, you've got your last subject!" The guard on the left called. His name was Arigi, and he had four children, with a wife who Daisy still wondered about. The woman couldn't be mentally stable considering the things she heard.

Kortsu, the other guard, tossed in the black-cloaked prisoner, and Himida made the first dash for his unconscious body lying limply in their galley. He was a scruffy large man with rusty hair and electric yellow eyes which shot around the cell.

Daisy chuckled, it was always like this. As soon as someone new came in, they were on them like vultures. She stood and strode forward watching what people took. Deiru took his boot, Troku took his scarf, and Himida came away with the prize of his cloak.

Daisy grabbed it before he could try it on, and glared at the other two, who flinched and dropped their eyes. "Do you really think that's going to fit you?" she admonished them. "He's not some carcass they're leaving in here, and he's going to know who took what from him. He'll recognize it." She pointed back at him. The group slowly inched forward and she took his possessions back, stuffing his foot back in his boot, wrapped his cloak back around him, and tucked in his scarf.

"Iguri, the necklaces," Daisy demanded as she supported his head in her lap, holding out her hand. The woman with her shaggy long purple hair sighed and passed them back more reluctantly than the rest. Daisy was reluctant to put them on too when she felt the soft sway of energy off the necklaces. It was peaceful. She smiled. This would be good company. She put the necklaces back on and tucked them under his shirt.

Daisy started checking his arms and legs for broken bones. He didn't feel like he had any, so she checked his ribs and spine.

"Is he strong?"

"Feels like it. He has good muscles." She scooped him up and brought him over to the pile of old dirty ripped fabric she'd accumulated over the years from worn out clothes. She lay him down and pulled out some to make a wash cloth. She grabbed a bowl and went to the back through a narrowed part of the wall, into a large area with water. She dipped her bowl into the chilly water and came out to see several people lingering around her bed, staring at him.

"He looks kind of familiar but I can't place it." One of the newer people offered. Curutsu had just come two months prior, and it had taken her nearly three weeks to recover from the ailment they all came in with. She still had enough muscles on her stomach to hide her ribs, and her spiky yellow hair wasn't dulled or matted yet.

Daisy slipped by them and sat heavily on her bedding, wetting the cloth. She wiped off his cheeks and neck, checking under the bandanna briefly before replacing it.

This man had a Jagan.

He stirred and grabbed at the cloth weakly, muttering something incomprehensible under his breath as he did so.

"Go get me some water," she grabbed a plastic cup and pushed it at the nearest person who ran off. Iguru came back with it quickly and Daisy held it to the man's lips, wetting them just enough to give him a chance to seek out the water, not enough to get it caught in his throat if he wasn't awake enough to drink. She waited to see what he would do.

He touched the cup with his fingertips and took a deep breath before trying a sip and grunting with a soft whine, muttering again.

"Thank you Iguru," Daisy told the purple haired woman, giving her a smile. "I think he's going to sleep again."

He made another grumble and took another sip, longer this time and swallowed loudly, coughing lightly. He sighed and opened his eyes, grimacing and closing them again, groaning.

Daisy shaded his eyes from the bright light embedded in the ceiling of their block, setting the cup aside. "Hello, can you hear me?" she asked him.

He nodded weakly.

"You've been taken prisoner by Vrishnu. He has infected you with a parasite that will eat away at your spirit energy so you can't fight back, but you'll stay alive and be put to menial labor with us. We're your Block."

He huffed and opened his eyes, wincing, expecting the bright light, but relaxed when he realized his eyes were shaded and sighed heavily.

"We're going to work again in six hours. No one is expected to work unless they choose to, but if you stay behind, you won't get food."

He grunted and shifted to look at her better.

She flushed when she saw his red eyes. They were mystifying. She smiled warmly for him, knowing her once-dimpled cheeks and bright eyes might comfort him.

He sighed and dropped his eyes and grabbed at his chest, trying to push himself up onto an elbow. She helped him sit up. When he got up, he held onto her and shook his head after a few minutes, leaning back down, sighing when he was settled.

She wiped off the sweat that had accumulated on his neck and face again, including above the bandanna as best she could, careful of the Jagan. "What's your name? I'm Daisy."

He grunted at her and shifted an arm around, tugging at his sleeve. His arm was bandaged under it.

She supported him in her lap, holding him up so he didn't have to use his arms, and he had the range of movement he needed to do what he wanted to do.

He pulled at the bandages and managed to rip a few, and held up his arm for her to see.

"Are you hurt?" She asked, taking his arm to pull off the bandages.

He shook his head and touched his chest, then his arm.

She saw the nose of the dragon poking out from under the bandages and paused in her unwrapping. "Oh," she frowned. A few people had come in saying things about someone taming The Dragon, but she couldn't imagine how someone who could do that would end up caught. She rebandaged it. "It's fine," she told him comfortingly, and rubbed his chest.

He sighed in delight and leaned against her heavier, closing his eyes.

Daisy saw the others watching her with him, and gave Deiru a wink when she caught him watching her enviously. Deiru always loved the muscular men. He was a sucker for them.

"Is he going to get out of it quick you think?"

"Probably. You didn't wake up for a few days," Daisy teased Curutsu.

"Whatever."

"It's alright, most of us didn't wake up the first day."

"I did!" Boru grouched. He was poking at the fire in the middle of their sleeping piles.

"What kind of demon do you think he is?" Curutsu asked.

"I'm not sure. We'll have to ask." She wasn't going to tell them about the Jagan. It would just get hopes up and there was no reason to get hopes up. When B Block was formed as it was now, Himida started a nasty rumor that Jagans could control the guards and free them, but Daisy knew better. She still remembered Tobori, who had tried to use a Jagan to free them all, and died for her efforts. They'd noticed immediately and killed her. She couldn't control it well enough without her energy. Daisy sighed staring at Himida. She didn't want to bash their gossip when he'd started the rumor, but now she wished she had. They might make this man do something that would get him killed.

"What should we call him until he wakes up completely?"

"Same thing we call everyone, Nanashi." Deiru grumbled poking at the dirt with a stick.

The man's head lolled against her and his breathing evened out.

She settled him back down and continued to wipe at his face, adding the rest of the cup into the dirty water.

Curutsu sighed and shook her head, "Hopefully he'll wake up again."

Daisy smiled at the new girl, "He will. It doesn't matter how long it takes to get over the parasite's initial attack, it always passes. He will live, and he will wake up again." Daisy could still remember when she worried about that too, but after being in these prisons for so long, she knew better.

She nodded, "Okay."

Daisy stayed out of the conversation about all the things this new demon had on him as they waited for work to start. She focused on keeping him clean and comfortable rather than talking with the others. The six hours passed quicker than she liked.

Arigi dragged his electric spear against the bars, until he shoved the big key into the lock and twisted it. "Come on Dogs. Time for work!" he called loudly in a gruff, angry voice. Daisy reluctantly pulled herself from the new man's side, and followed the group out, walking behind Curutsu who was at the back. Arigi kept pace with her after locking the cage back up leaving Nanashi all alone.

Daisy took the last shovel in hand, and followed the others filling the wheelbarrow with the loose dirt at the bottom of their tunnel. The work was mindless, dirty, and tiring. They were the clean up crew after the demolitionists finished their tasks. She tossed her shovel-fulls into the bin with skilled aim.

Boru came to stand closer to her, "So, you really think he'll live or are you being sentimental? He isn't as strong as I was when I first came in."

"Everyone lives, Boru," Daisy smiled softly up at him. "What use would capturing and infecting anyone be if there was a chance they would die?"

"Maybe he's too weak." Boru offered, "Are you going to make him your bed mate or are you going to actually pick someone strong like myself?"

"I'm sorry Boru," she laughed gently, trying not to irritate him. "I don't take bed-mates." This man really needed to get castrated.

"You'd stay warm and comfortable with me there you know," He eyed her chest.

"I know," she agreed pleasantly, continuing to work. It was the only way to dismiss him, just agree and move on. He was constantly making advances on her. At first she thought it was cute, but the longer he didn't take 'no' for an answer, the more frustrated she got. She kept it to herself, stitching her smile tight into her face so she couldn't insult him on accident.

"When are you actually going to accept me Daisy? You know I can make your life a lot brighter."

"I'm sorry Boru, my life is bright enough." She told him, stuffing her shovel into the next bit as she waited for Deiru to dump the wheelbarrow and bring it back. She felt sweat trickling down her face, and brushed it off her head, pulling her braid off her back, over her shoulder. She focused on Boru instead.

"I don't think so." He huffed, "I think I can make it better. Why don't you try it for a night?"

"I don't think so," Daisy mimicked with a neutrally disapproving tone.

"Oh come on Daisy," he grabbed her arm and tugged her closer.

Daisy glared up at him. "No." She told him firmly. She did not like being handled.

"Come on."

Daisy slapped him hard across the face and grabbed her shovel ready to smash it into his hip if he advanced.

He backed off, but didn't leave her side. Instead, he kept shoveling next to her when Deiru returned. Daisy stayed on edge, but refused him conversation even when he tried to start it again. After an hour of working in silence, he gave up and moved off, going back to Deiru, who was more than happy to flirt with the large muscular blonde.

Daisy rolled her shoulders as she came through the gate behind everyone else, and wiped at her sweaty forehead with the arm of her shirt as Arigi locked the gate behind them. She yawned and stretched her back, twisting side to side until she noticed Troku staring at her bed. She paused to take in the sight there. Nanashi was sitting up.

He was glaring at everyone who was staring at him and eventually settled it on Daisy, but it faltered for a moment as he stared at her and glanced away.

Daisy came forward adding a little pop to her step and crouched before him with her elbows on her knees holding up her head. "Well aren't you something," she did her best to sound enthusiastic. He needed something to smile about, or at least to keep his mind occupied. If she could be a mystery for him, she'd take that task in stride.

"Maybe." He agreed.

"You're already up!" She congratulated, standing. Her legs complained loudly to her, and her arms felt numb with the effort they'd just gone through, but she held a hand out to him anyway. "Come on, let's go get clean. You're surely all sweaty after coming through that fever, and I've just been playing in the dirt," she encouraged chipperly. She heard the others groaning and breaking their silence, heading for the bath behind them.

He stared at her until the last one was gone, then pushed himself up, just grabbing her hand to stabilize himself once he was on his feet, "Is it a record then?"

"I think so," she nodded, "I think Boru got up after a night and the others took longer."

He grunted and held her hand tighter as he took a step.

"I'll tell you this, it's a record in B Block." She encouraged him to take another holding out her other hand in case he needed it. "Take it slow, you really shouldn't be up and about for another day to a month."

"I'll take it however fast I want, Woman." He snipped and took a few more steps.

It didn't take them long to cross to the back and into the cool bathing pond where everyone was drenched from head to foot. The pond of usually clean water was now murky with muck from their day of work. Daisy stepped in, relishing the chill on her ankles as she waited for Nanashi to find the first step.

He sat down on the edge and removed his boots and socks, setting them aside. He stared at them for a minute, "If any of you fools steals my stuff I'll gut you, am I understood?" He demanded loudly.

Everyone just shied away from him aside from Boru who glared back. Daisy sighed and rolled her eyes. "We had every opportunity to take your things earlier when you were unconscious Nanashi."

"Hn, Hiei." He removed his cloak and set it on top of his boots.

"When we get out, we tend to strip down and dry our things on the light line over our fire."

"I'll have something to wear this way." He stepped into the water.

"This pond is part of an underwater flow, so it stays pretty clean once the sediment settles."

"Hn." He grunted.

"We made stairs going down into it so we don't have to put so much effort into hoisting ourselves out," she stepped down another couple stairs showing him the edges.

"It's cold."

"Yeah, we don't have a way to warm it. It feels nice on aching muscles though."

He shifted on his feet, "I can imagine, but I'm weak, I can't dry myself off like I normally do."

"We all are weak. You were sick with a parasite that steals your demonic energy."

"Where's the damn parasite located?" He demanded.

"In your blood. It's not a parasite demon, it's just, a parasite, like worms in animals."

"Damnit. Can you bleed it out?"

She shook her head. She remembered someone trying that once. They'd bled themselves nearly dry before Zuki stopped the bleeding.

"How much energy does it allow you to flux?"

"About twenty joules."

"That's barely enough to make a small fire." He sighed and stepped down.

"I wouldn't suggest doing anything with it, we need that energy to recover."

"You do," He snapped viciously at her, "But I'd rather get beat by those damn guards and have time to figure out how to blow this damn place up-"

There was a soft clattering starting some ways off. People began crawling out of the wash pond. Daisy hurried up too. "That's the dinner bell. They'll be here in a few minutes to pass out food for our work."

"Have fun." Hiei waved her off and started washing himself off.

Daisy crawled out of the pool and followed after Iguri, waiting at the gate for food to be passed through the opening. One by one, they each got a plate of food. Daisy took her's back to Hiei in the pond. "Come on, I brought you dinner."

"I didn't deserve dinner, did I?" He admonished.

She laughed and smiled, sitting down with her feet in the pool, kicking them gently. "You've been sick. We always help each other when we're unable to help ourselves. That's what makes B Block the Best Block!"

"What a weak system, no wonder none of you have broken out yet." He scolded as he came over, "But for now I'll have to accept this foolishness since 'I can't help myself'," he made air quotes and sat down beside her.

"Well we're much better than A Block or C Block. Sometimes we hear them fighting, or when the guards are gone with one of the others, we'll talk." Daisy stripped off her shirt and wrung it out into the pool while Hiei ate her dinner. She wanted to impress him. She hoped that if she told everyone what she wanted them to do when they first showed up in the block, then maybe it would catch on, but so far, no one else bothered to help the new people. They just left it to her, left her to starve for the days it took for them to get on their feet. She didn't mind so much. She went hungry, but she wanted them to regain their strength quicker, and they always did if they ate.

He ate half of it and pushed it back over to her, stripping off his shirt, "Eat."

She didn't second-guess him. She took the plate and finished it, pulling her feet out of the water. She was thankful for the concession on his part. It was rare. He was going to be a good friend to have.

When he was undressed he slipped on his cloak and sighed, "Do you mind if I share a bed with you?"

"I-" she smiled, "No."

"I don't want sex." He shook his head.

"I don't usually take bed-mates because it gets tricky sometimes, but usually I also don't get my bed back until at least half a month has passed of someone being sick in it."

"Tch, no. We share."

"Thank you." She stood with her empty plate and grabbed her wet clothes. When they entered back into the sleeping area through the rough archway opening, Daisy showed him how to hang his clothes over the fire to get them to dry, and passed out a few clothes that had already dried, moving them down for everyone as she did, tossing clothes at their naked people in their beds.

"After you're here for a while your clothes will wear out and you can keep those for bedding. The guards will give you new clothes."

"Mm."

Daisy went over to her pile after tossing the last of her clothes over, and shoving the plate into the hallway for the guards to collect. She settled down, yawning and watched Hiei.

Hiei settled down beside her and sighed, "I can begin work tomorrow."

"We're digging out tunnels. A Block crushes through the earth, and we clear it away, then C Block is back to crushing. The whole process goes around the clock."

"Mm."

"What type of demon are you Hiei?"

"Fire demon."

"Oh, so what's the most interesting thing you've lit aflame?"

"Myself?" He chuckled.

She laughed too, "How did that happen?"

"Flames," he shrugged, "Good defense."

"Oh that's not much of a story," she complained. She saw the others were curious too.

He chuckled and shook his head, "I've had people light me on fire too."

"Alright clearly I have to teach you how to tell stories." Daisy scolded playfully.

He chuckled and shook his head, leaning back, "I was in a tournament and someone threw a bunch of flames at me hoping I'd burn. I didn't burn and my dragon turned them into nothing more than a mark on the wall."

"The dragon on your arm?"

"Yes."

"Wow. You must be pretty strong then."

"Are you Hiei Jaganshi, Master of the Dragon of Darkness Flames then?" Curustu inquired.

He nodded.

"Jaganshi? You have a Jagan?" Himida picked up sharply.

"I do."

"Himida, he can't use it. He doesn't have the energy." Daisy cautioned.

"I can't." He agreed.

"But doesn't the Jagan have it's own energy?"

"It does but it can take over."

"If he tried to use the Jagan, they would catch him and they wouldn't be happy."

"Exactly." He wrapped an arm around her and tugged her close.

Daisy stared at him skeptically, but allowed the behavior for now. He rested his head against her and settled down.

"How come he gets to be your bed-mate?" Boru demanded.

"He's not my bed-mate, he's just, sleeping in my bed since he doesn't have one and he's new."

He huffed loudly.

"When you were new you stayed in my bed too Boru," Daisy scolded.

"He's strong though!"

"He's also brand new!" Daisy growled back, standing. She checked on the clothes and passed them out again. She sat back down with their cloths over the fire now.

"Shut that damn hole in your face before I make it bigger." Hiei threatened Boru.

"You, Newb!" Boru growled back, standing to his full height.

Hiei watched him skeptically, "Let's not fight, you're not worth it."

"You're just scared without your precious dragon, you can't do shit."

"I can rip you apart, but the guards wouldn't like that."

"Yeah right. I doubt you could lay a hand on me!"

"Stop thinking so high and mighty of yourself. It's quite apparent you're acting like that to make up for other departments."

Daisy stood up and crossed over to Troku sitting down beside him. "How are you feeling?" she asked softly, bumping his shoulder. Boru and Hiei both stared at her confused and bewildered.

"Alright."

"Does your ankle still hurt at all?"

"Just a little."

"Let me help," she took his leg in hand and massaged his ankle, stretching it and kneading out the pain.

"Thank you."

"Just relax. I'll take care of you," Daisy cooed for him.

"You should take care of the newb."

"Hiei is clearly feeling fine. He's willing to argue with Boru after all. Those two would make good bed-mates. they're both hot-heads."

"I'm cold." Hiei huffed.

"Maybe you should have thought of that before you opened your trap," Deiru scolded.

Hiei snapped his head to glare at the man, "She'll come back, or at least I hope she does. I'd appreciate it. You," he pointed at Boru, "You cost me a warm partner in bed, shut it."

"She's not your bed-mate, she said so herself."

"She's a partner to me, it's not the same as a bed mate."

"Yeah, it is. A bed-mate is someone you snuggle with at night for warmth and occasionally fuck."

"I don't fuck people."

"You have a lot to learn," Boru huffed at him.

Hiei mimicked him, but let himself growl with it.

Daisy stayed out of their argument, and got up after seeing Troku to sleep, crossing to Curutsu. "Can I give you a massage too? Your muscles must be killing you."

"If you want." Curutsu shrugged.

Daisy smiled and sat down on the side of her small pile of clothes. She'd ripped some on purpose to get replacements. Daisy had taught her that trick after she complained of the ground aching. She watched the young girl lay down, and felt dread crawl into her stomach as she kneaded at her back, shoulders and neck. It was young women like this that tended to end up re-populating this place.

Eventually Hiei stopped bickering at Boru and ignored him totally, watching her with an intense stare as he settled in.

Daisy put everyone to sleep one by one, aside from Boru, and retrieved their clothes from the fire before returning to him. "It's time for bed Hiei." She held out his clothes, having dressed herself.

He took them and dressed, "Where are you sore?"

"I'm not very," Daisy offered, laying down in her pile of clothes, stuffing her arm under some of them to make a rough pillow to support her head.

He shifted to lay down and offered his arm as a pillow.

"I'm fine," she whispered back to him.

"It's here if you want it." He offered.

"Thank you, but I'm alright." She continued to smile for him, waiting for him to drift.

He closed his eyes, but didn't relax like he was going to sleep, just lay, tense, ready to bolt.

Daisy looked up to see Boru staring at her over Hiei's shoulder. She really didn't want to take a bed-mate, but the way he was looking at her made her nervous. It wasn't just a stare because she was pretty, it was a leer. He was imagining all the different things he'd do, she was sure, and she didn't like any of them. She closed her eyes, but kept herself just as alert as Hiei, ready to wake if anyone came close.

A soft clank woke Daisy up and when she shifted to look and see what was going on, Hiei was settled in front of the bars testing them and the ground near them. He shifted to look over when he heard her shifting and ignored her in favor of testing the door, grabbing the bars of it and tugging on it with all his weight. It wouldn't budge.

She'd seen everyone do this. It was a process of trial and error until they realized that they were really stuck. That was when the depression started. Judging from his spot in the room, he was either almost done, or just beginning. She shut her eyes and listened to the futile struggle.

It was a few hours of him scuffing around and trying the bars and smacking them until she heard him make his way away from them and settle down in a spot of his own.

She was glad that he was getting independent enough to choose a place to sleep, but she wasn't sure about Boru. He might try to make advances at her again now that her bed wasn't occupied. She didn't enjoy that thought. She woke herself up and looked around, yawning softly.

Hiei was tucked up in a corner of the room with his cloak as a blanket, fast asleep.

Daisy sighed and kicked her feet under the warm spot of her bed, burrowing down a bit to fight off the chill of the air Hiei's absence left her with. She watched the others sleep, her mind drifting away to a time when these faces, these names, were just figments in her mind, a brief awareness, quickly dismissed. She wanted to cry, to miss that time, to accept all of this and leave, but she couldn't do that. She wouldn't do that. This was her life now. This was her reality too, and she had to live with that choice. She could bring these people comfort with her presence, she could give them her good will, and she would do that for as long as she could. They deserved that much from her.

Daisy woke again when she heard A Block coming back from work, their loud talking rousing B Block from slumber. C Block was too deaf to hear them. She waved Hiei over when Arigi came to the gate, and they all lined up. She put Hiei in line between herself and Curutsu.

Hiei, however, had different plans and stepped a couple of feet ahead of her, closer to the head of the line, hands folded behind his back, tapping his foot.

Arigi opened the gate and waited for them to file out. Himida was out first, starting down the hall towards their work. Troku followed him, yawning as he did.

Most of everyone was out when Hiei stepped through the gate and ran towards Arigi and started throwing punches and kicks.

The big furry guard fought him off, and knocked him aside with the electric staff, zapping him with several volts of energy as he did. Hiei's screams in pain attracted the attention of the other guards, especially seeing over half the block already out of the cell. The guards lingered around him like a hawk, and glared at the others as they waited in shock, startled out of their sheep-response to head right for the tools. Hiei continued to try to fight them off until he collapsed and covered his head with his hands.

By that time, the guards were attacking him without the electric spears, preferring to get their hands bloody by punching and kicking him. Daisy winced when she saw a blow land hard on his side, and the leg draw back to kick again. She jumped on Hiei, taking the blow in her side instead, curling around him. "Stop! Stop it!" she coughed hard and someone stomped on her leg. She screamed for a moment, but grit her teeth.

"Get off 'em!" One of them shouted. "Feral dogs need to get killed wench!" the guard shouted, trying to pry her free. She fought away from them and covered Hiei again.

"No! No! He's just new! He doesn't know better. Please, please don't do this!" tears fell from her eyes as she held Hiei to her chest. Her leg hurt bad. It felt like they had bruised her bones with the kick. She grit her breath back and focused. "Please, please, don't do this. Vrishnu won't like a dead worker!" she shouted finally.

The guards jumped back at the name, and Daisy leaned back enough to look at them. "Vrishnu wants us working, not injured."

Hiei shifted in her grasp, "Are you injured?"

"Come on, we, we can't do this here, not right now." she stood up, testing her leg. It worked. She dragged him to his feet, and headed for their fellows in their block.

When they managed to get over to the block Hiei let go of her and waved her off, "Go work."

"You're not coming?" Daisy demanded seriously.

"I need to tend to my wounds."

"We can do that at the end. There's a first aid kit. Come on. You need to eat." She wrapped an arm around his waist and invited Deiru over to help him from the other side.

"So do you." He reminded her, leaning against her.

Deiru helped support what she couldn't, and the more she walked, the better she felt. Her leg was going to be fine. She just needed to stretch it out. When they got down the hall, Daisy had Hiei lean against the wall and pulled out the first aid kit under the guard's watchful eye. She tended to his cuts and bruises, then wrapped his ribs for support, until finally feeling satisfied with his condition. She started shoveling the dirt afterwards, leaving him to do as he chose.

It was awhile before Boru came over to her, "Why'd you do that?"

"We're B Block. We help one another," Daisy told him softly. Her side ached.

"He's trouble, you should've left him."

"No. I won't just leave the guards to kill someone of my block."

"He's just getting you hurt. He's a danger to the block with this sort of behavior, what if he turns on one of us?"

"He won't, and do you know why?" Daisy challenged. "Because we will show him trust, and never turn on him."

"He's still a danger Daisy," he grabbed her arm, "He's easy to get a temper."

"So were you," Daisy challenged back, glaring at him as he held her arm. She couldn't pull free today. Her side hurt too much and he knew it. She wasn't at the right angle to knee him in the crotch either.

"But I've calmed down, he doesn't seem like he will," Boru leaned closer to her face.

"It's been two days." Daisy dropped her shovel and pushed her hand against his collarbone to push him away.

He fought with her, shoving her hand aside and leaned close, smashing their lips together. Daisy stomped hard on his foot, aiming for a toe she knew he broke. He yelped and backed off quickly. She followed after him, punching him square in the jaw, nearly getting a throat punch as he reeled back, but she was able to stretch into it. She retreated back to her spot and picked up her shovel, glaring at him.

Boru left her alone for the rest of the day.