Lucy looked toward the horizon, the baggage she carried seemingly getting heavier as her eyes drifted and soaked in the scene. A vast array of foliage intimidated her but she couldn't give up, wouldn't give up. "Why stop now?" she asked herself for the hundredth time that day as she blew the crimson hair away from her face. She moved forward, pushing her body further then it would normally allow. Although she was a diclonious, her body structure and anatomy was much the same as a humans save for the lone horn reaching out of the left side of her skull.

Since the fight at the bridge, Lucy traveled to find a place to call home but so far, was unlucky. Her limping had grown worse since then to her dismay.She tried so hard just to make the next town, but her right leg ached as though the bullet lodged in it was alive and squirming. Her heart ached more, but neither could slow her down. "Why stay there?" she thought fiercely. "But...why leave him...?" came an even deeper thought emerging from the back of her mind as the road before her just kept going.

Kohta came in her mind very often, but was always disrupted when Nyu came back from what Lucy called "Sleeping". Nyu always disrupted everything Lucy was ever doing, causing so much confusion and being a great hassle to everyone. It made traveling so difficult since Nyu knew nothing about wounded legs, was so clueless to the world, easily tricked, and never killed. If not for Lucy, travelling was a big no-no for Nyu. Lucy passed by some little boys playing a kicking ball game she had never seen, or heard of before. It looked interesting until the boys stopped and stared at her. She instantly regretted not having her hat as they stared at her horn and talked to each other in hushed tones. "Stop." she demanded, but they weren't in hearing distance. One boy wasn't paying attention at all to his comrades and kicked the ball. Lucy looked away and began walking away when suddenly the ball spiraled through the air and hit her head.

Lucy doubled over in pain, her head throbbing so bad she vomited all over blades of green grass. She lifted her eyes to the boys running away.

"Nyu?" Nyu asked, getting up from the ground and wiping her mouth off. Her face was softer, sweeter, an expression of happiness clouding her light red eyes. Nyu began to walk but gasped as pain shot through her right leg. Looking down, she touched it lightly whispering "Owie..." while her finger tracing the hole made the flesh burn. "Nyu! Nyu! I hurt!" she yelled to the wind. It carried her words to nowhere...just like her legs.

She layed in the grass and stared at the whiteness above her, not knowing what else to do. Nyu loved clouds so much. She loved forming shapes from something that looked nothing like she wanted it to. She loved forcing it to be what she wanted it to be. And usually that was Kohta's delicate face.

Night approached with thoughts of only Kohta, everything she knew about him. His laugh. His grin. His shocked face, even his smell. But especially his warmth. "Kohta...I'm here." she exclaimed to him although she knew he wouldn't hear. She turned to her side and closed her eyes in sorrow. "I want back, we need to move." came a voice inside her head. "But Kohta will find me if i'm here." she thought back to it. This voice was musical in a sense, deep and profound with a light touch of beauty. "Kohta thinks we're dead, and he's probably with that girl anyways, eating rice balls happily with laughter. Forgetting us." replied the voice. "No!" Nyu cried out with anger. A sigh came from the voice but nothing else was said. Nyu felt lonelier than usual as she lied beneath the dark sky filled with tiny light bulbs. Her eyes grew heavy, until finally closing despite how hard she fought.

Lucy took the advantage silently, like a ninja in the mind.

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It was early morning by the time she reached a gas station. Lucy made her way inside to ask for directions and maybe steal some money but someone suddenly stopped her.

"Hey! Aren't you that...monster that was on the news? You are, aren't you!" he exclaimed. Lucy detested his short and flabby features, fat looking more like an outfit then skin. She hated his ugly brown eyes, his oily black hair.

"Monster?" she finally replied after making him squirm under her gaze.

"I'm sorry, that was rather rude.I just meant to ask if you are the girl on the news. The one about the bridge fight."

"What if I am?" she asked, raising her brow to make a clever expression.

The man stared at her in thought but waved it off, going back to filling his car's tank with dark liquid. Lucy opened the door and waltzed in strait to the cashier. He was a young man in his late twenties she decided, with brown hair reaching to his shoulder, protruding from a blue hat, as he looked at a car magazine. He wore a blue shirt saying "Go dragons!" and a dragon looking as though it was tearing his shirt open as it emerged out. She found no name-tag."Excuse me..." she began. The boy looked up, making her stumble backward unintentionally.

"Yes?" he asked in a polite manner.

"I need to know where a hotel is. The closest one." Lucy stared him strait in his brown eyes. They seemed to swallow her soul but she didn't look away.

He stared back without answering, looking as though he was a bit confused and scared. She wanted to look at his entire face, examine it, touch it. The burn marks smeared everywhere on one side of the man's face were like stories just waiting to be told, lines reaching to his mouth. Stories specificaly guided their words to his mouth yet he spoke not of it. Lucy wanted to ask about his story but decided not to. She needed somewhere to sleep, and chances are he'd be dead soon anyways.

"There's one called Super Motel in two miles north of here. I am not sure whether there are any rooms though." his eyes drifted to her horn for only a moment. She noticed.

"Do you want to ask about it?"

"No. I already know." he seemed to be good at surprising people, even her. He deserved to die with the last ones in her eyes.

Without saying anything else Lucy limped out the store and walked North-bound with his wallet.