Kenichi had given up the struggle by the time they reached Akisame's clinic and was simply letting himself be dragged behind Miu when Akisame came walking out of the small building with a dark haired young woman. Miu paused in mid step to stare at the woman curiously giving Kenichi the chance he needed to wrench himself free of his friends grasp and bound to his feet fully intending to run like hell when he noticed the woman too and froze.

He couldn't see her face. Not very clearly anyways. Her dark hair was hanging in her face, partially hiding it from view. But then he didn't exactly have to see her face to know who she was.

He recognised her in other ways. Like her height, build, weight, what she was wearing (an comfortable off the shoulder teal hip length shirt and form fitting skinny jeans that hugged long slender legs) and the sound of her voice. Her voice was very soft and lyrical. It was beautiful to hear and could easily gain the attention of others without being raised.

God he'd been dying to hear that voice again. And now that he had heard it, even froma small distance he couldn't imagine never hearing it again.

She turned her head a little bit, noticing that he and Miu were there and Kenichi's heart damn near stopped beating in his chest when he saw the flash of vivid turqouise eyes, smooth ivory skin, and pale pink lips that curved up a little bit in an enigmatic smile as she looked right at him.

Kenichi started to shake but quickly snapped himself out of his funk and growled then turned and ran away. Miu turned her head to see what he was doing and noticed that he was missing and shrieked in outrage. "Kenichi come back!"

Kenichi vanished around the corner just up the street and hid himself by scaling one of the neighbors fences and waited until Miu went running past before he bothered to come out.

His mind already forming a battle plan to keep his long lost sister in his sights.

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Setsuna finished thanking the man whom had looked after her while she was unconscious and offered to pay him for his time since he had wasted it on her but he had politely turned her offer down and asked her to wait at the door for a moment so that he could call someone to walk her home.

She found it just a little bit odd that he would say something like that, and even asked him why she would need someone to walk her home when he mentioned something about her having been mugged. Naturally this was surprising to her since she couldn't recall ever being mugged before in her life.

Sure she'd been a mugger of innocent people in her earlier years and knew what generally happened when someone was mugged, but she didn't bother correcting the nice man's assumption since the truth wasn't exactly better.

That and she doubt that the guy would understand that she had been recognised by a guy that she had beaten to a bloody pulp way, way back in the day and he had decided to pay her back for all his pain and suffering.

He'd failed miserably of course since she was still more or less in one piece and he was probably on his way to the hospital right that moment.

She leaned against the side of the building and sighed as she waited for the man to come back outside of the clinic and tell her that she could go when she saw something dark out of the corner of her eye and turned her head to find her younger half brother Kenichi standing a few feet away from her looking determined. "Hello Keni." She said with an awkward smile.

Kenichi didn't move, didn't blink, didn't speak for a heart beat or two. Then reached out and grabbed her wrist in one of his hands and squeezed tightly enough for his grip to hurt her a little bit as he tugged on her arm, indicating that she should come with him without a fuss and started to lead her away from the building. "Uh Keni, that nice man asked me to stay put-"

"He'll get over it-" Kenichi growled as he led her further and further away from the building as he asked, "When did you come back to town?"

She was silent for a second, her attention still on the man from the clinic. Was Kenichi sure that he would get over her not waiting there? He had sounded so insistant before. And she didn't want him to worry.

She felt Kenichi squeeze her wrist a little bit tighter causing her to twitch and look at him. "Careful little brother. It feels like your trying to break my wrist." Kenichi loosened his grip on her slightly, but didn't let go. He was still waiting for her to answer his question. But it looked as if she was a mite too distracted with Akisame's feelings to worry much about his own.

Either that or she was ignoring him. Which seemed very likely since she had never liked being questioned. Kenichi gnashed his teeth in frustration then decided to change his line of questioning so that he could get some damn answers and asked quietly, "Have you been taking care of yourself?"

Setsuna made a humming sound before saying. "I've been trying too... Say Kenichi, where exactly are you dragging me? My home is the other way." Kenichi stopped walking and turned to look at her, a curious expression on his face.

"Your home? You have a home? Seriously?" Kenichi asked in an awed/shocked tone. He had probably thought that once she came back to town that she would simply move in with his family and pick up where she left off.

But she couldn't do that. Not after everything that had happened these past nine years.

"Of course I do. Did you think I'd be living in a box or something?" Kenichi gave her a funny look then flushed a vivid red and she rolled her eyes. Of course he would think that she'd probably been living in a cardboard box somewhere, miserable and unable to do even the simplest of tasks.

The damn boy had no common sense.

But then Kenichi had always thought of her as just another defenseless girl, like their mother or their little sister. Someone to be defended when shady guys stepped in her path. Someone weak and innocent and in desperate need of a knight in shining armor.

She sighed. If only she could live in an imaginary world as rich and perfect as the one Kenichi had created. Then maybe things wouldn't be so hard.