"Orochi? How do you feel?"

"Ahh… Twist, how would I go along without you…?"

"Orochi, we need to get ready! The festival-"

"Yes, yes! Twist, Twist, I know! The festival is our target and it is going to start in mere days."

"But… Are you in the condition to attack…?"

The room fell silent. There they were, watching each other, each different yet the same. The follower and the leader, facing down across the room.

The follower wore simple dress; she wore a blue shirt and jeans, a pair of round wired glasses over her nearly blind blue eyes. Her golden hair was falling flat against her face, grazing her shoulders. Her gaze didn't falter away from her injured leader, whom was sitting across the room in the shadows.

"Orochi…" Twist, the follower, decided to continue. "If the attack fails, the name Yamato-No-Orochi will spread along with the news! We will be exposed!"

"I am aware of this…"

"Then why…?"

"Hmm?" Orochi looked over to Twist, whom was looking at him with sorrow laced into her eyes.

"Please, don't go if you aren't ready…"

Orochi took this into thought for a millisecond.

"No, Twist!" He snapped at the researcher. "I won't take your suggestions! The attack has been set!"

Twist flinched. O-Orochi… She thought. I just don't want to see you hurt again…

"Now…" He cleared his throat. "Go away. I need to think."

"Y-Yes, Orochi-sama…"

"Oh, and Twist…"

She looked back. "Yes?"

His pure white eyes looked into her glowing blue eyes. "Don't try and stop me."