As carefully as a surgeon performing in an operation, Ren watered her houseplant with as much precision and accuracy as humanly possible. And not a drop of water spilled from its elongated stripy leaves, nor was a drop wasted.
Water was a scarce necessity.
Regardless, her plant was her only hint of peace in such a violent world. So spending every penny she earned from killing Gastrea from buying clean water didn't bother her in the slightest.
The same couldn't be said for her Promoter, Yusei, who was too stupid to understand why her plant was so important. But like most Initiators and Promoters, they lived together, in a small but cozy apartment.
Though it was small, it suited the needs of her and her plant. But even when cramped up in such a small apartment, the duo never got along.
As a result, their rooms were off limits to the other, a rule they had no problem following. Besides that, the only times they spoke were through arguments at home or in battle.
But that's just how things were. Some people didn't get along and one of those people just happened to be her Promoter.
Ren drew back the plastic watering can with a satisfied smile. Though when her Promoter made loud knocks on her door while calling her name, that smile disappeared and was replaced with a frown.
Although they hardly spoke, a day of peace and quiet was hard to come by.
Ren stood up, her hands brushing over her skirt before making her way to the door. Even though she didn't want to answer it she had lived with Yusei long enough to know that wouldn't quit knocking until he got what she answered
And with an agitated grip on the doorknob and a twist, she looked up to meet the crimson eyes of her promoter.
He was tall and, being only ten years old, Ren barely reached his shoulders. His silvery white hair looked as disheveled and messy as usual and on a single ear he wore two earrings and has never taken them off since the day they've met.
"What do you what?" Ren asked with a hard unintentional glare. And as such, Yusei returned the favor.
"We're doing a patrol, now, I'll be waiting outside." He said, leaving no room for her say. Though this was nothing new for Ren, that didn't mean it didn't rub her the wrong way.
"Patrols, patrols, patrols. Is that all you think about?" She replied not holding back the annoyance in her tone in the slightest.
"That inanimate object is the only reason we even have to go on these patrols!" Yusei said pointing to the plant sitting by the window in her room.
Ren cleared her throat while fiddling with the yellow scarf she wore over her sailor top school uniform."
Plants aren't inanimate." She corrected, interrupting his argument in the process.
"Yeah yeah, keep this up and its tap water for that thing," Yusei promised.
Ren bit her lip. Tap water still had traces of the Gastrea virus in it. And if her plant got infected it would try to kill her and as a result, she'd have to kill the plant and her spirit along with it.
At that moment, she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. But she knew sacrifices had to be made during times like this but she would give the world before her plant
"Come on, Ren." Yusei groaned.
She groaned as well, her hands balled into fists at her side. "Fine."
Yusei had won but he said nothing and walked away but Ren knew he was mentally celebrating with only a cocky grin to show.
She dawdled her way to the sniper rifle and bow leaning on the foot of her bed.
Only weapons that dealt a lot of damage from a range were her likening. The thought of getting up close and personal had always seemed intimidating.
Many other Initiators had no problem with it but she did. Something that often earned her teasing from Yusei.
She didn't care though, keeping things at a distance worked well for her with the cloaking ability from her model: Octopus.
Although it did earn a few laughs from other Initiators and Promoters. Octopus wasn't the most intimidating animals you could think of. Regardless she had personally grown to appreciate it.
It didn't take much thought for her to choose her sniper rifle out of the two.
Explosive arrows were quite expensive and as a result, she only used her bow on special occasions when money wasn't much of an issue.
Ren draping the strap of the rifle on her shoulder, she made her way towards the large mirror that leaned against the wall. She always looked in the mirror before leaving home to see the comparison when she got back.
She stared into own her canary yellow eyes that looked lively at the moment and no bags were seen underneath them. And her violet hair was well-kept and straight, for now.
The Initiator let out a deep sigh before heading out. This was getting old...