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Although my wounds had healed, I decided to leave a scar on my back as a reminder of what had recently transpired. I needed something to help me remember why I was so adamant about exacting my revenge on Allen Walker.

I planned and plotted endlessly for months. The Earl was busy, so he didn't seem to notice my excessively foul mood and strained attempts at civility. The other Noah figured I was going through puberty, or something of the sort, though I, in actuality, far surpassed many of their ages.

As much as I tried, or rather did not, I could not get old white-hair out of my head. He overtook many of my thoughts. He kept appearing, night after night; plaguing my dreams with glimpses of his light grey eyes, flashing sadistically as he shot me again and again. The paralyzing pain and the almost-kind touches consistently haunted me. His image was over-taking me and I needed to rid him from my mind for good, even if that meant killing him.

Through all of the trauma and visions, a constant, nagging thought kept entering the back corners of my mind. He seemed so familiar. Like I had known him from a long time ago. Like he had meant something to me in the past. Like the warmth of a blanket on a cold day, something about the Walker-child reminded me of something that had once given me comfort. It disturbed me.

I did my best to push those bizarre thoughts from my head so I could continue to scheme and plan to kill the Exorcist. Although I hated the Lena-witch intensely, I knew I could not go through with my plans if I involved her. I knew I needed a way to separate the white-haired wolf from the pack. And I knew just how to do that.


"Oh, come on Tyki-pon, why not?" I whined like an incessant brat. "Please? I will forever be in your debt." I sat down on his lap and pouted. Oh, how I hated to put myself out there like that, but it was necessary in order to get what I wanted. Just an act, I convinced myself. Just a method to get my way. I was desperately afraid of turning overly cute. I feared that it would make me weak, make me more human.

"Road, this is stupid. What would the Earl say? To place ourselves in that kind of danger is ridiculous, even if what you say is true," he sighed, placing one free hand on his forehead.

"Tyki-pon, you've seen him, you know what I'm talking about is true. Please listen to me." I moved my face closer to his, sliding up on his lap.

"Yes, I have toyed with him in the past. Now that you mention it, I did have a bizarre feeling around him as well. I thought it was merely indigestion," a reminiscing look came about his troubled face.

"Please?" I cuddled up closer to him, trying to bring his paternal instincts, whatever bit he had of them, out. Ah! There it was. The look I was waiting for. Resignation. I had toyed with too many subjects to not know when they will yield to my desires. I was a master manipulator after all.

"Fine." His dislike of the matter at hand was evident in every aspect of his reaction. "We can do it. I don't like working behind the Earl's back, but we can if it means he will be happier later on."

I suppressed the feeling of utter triumph. I knew gloating would only dissuade my Tyki-pawn from continuing to go along with my hair-brained scheme. I celebrated in silence.


I smiled as I went about planning. I hummed little songs to myself as my plans began to unfold as I played out the scenes in my mind. A trick, a surprise, a theft. This is what went through my head as I gathered the necessary materials.

I wanted Jasdevi to be a part of it as well. Well, not so much a want, but a necessity to be able to use their tricks to distract those who were not part of my plot. David would be easy to reason with, easy to manipulate, but Jasdero, on the other hand, would just be, well Jasdero. He was so difficult to talk to, let alone make do complicated tasks. I would just have to make do with it.


The scene was set. The actions as careful placed as cheese in a mousetrap, and that trap was fully set. All I needed were the mice. I played the scenario once more in my head. Find, separate, corner, trap.

I shivered in anticipation like a cat on the prowl. For once I had prey that fought back, and it thrilled me. I loved the chase, and would not stop until my claws were sunk deep into the mouse, killing it as blood poured from its jugular.


Hee hee. My story is changing. It makes me happy. :)