Chapter 7- The Encounter

It was morning, a still, cold, quiet morning. Hollow footsteps forwarded through the park where most of the trees were. It seemed colorless with lifeless colors ran over it. Grey. That's what should be said. Loki stopped in his footsteps as he saw a figure staring out into the tree with his or her back to him. There seemed to be a white ribbon tied around the person's head. Loki had his katanas hidden underneath his belted jacket just in case. The figure turned around and it was a woman with the white ribbon around her eyes, hiding something. A frown was present upon her lips.

Suddenly, she hid behind a tree. Then, that was when it started. Loki repeated this action as he hid in silence with his swords in each hand as he heard a sword drawn. He turned around to see where she was and there she was almost cutting his front part of his head, if he had not dodged it just in time. He saw a wolf engraved into the sword as it past him. This was his time to attack back as he striked the person as her body passed, but she spinned around and hid in another tree. He hid in another now that his previous location was uncovered. He heard leaves rustling as they came closer to his way. Loki then turned around and faced the person head on. But no luck as the person spinned around him and had their sword at his neck. Loki was left wide-eyed and knelt down as he closed his eyes. Then, he tried to sweep her off her feet as he slid his left leg around with his sword out and the other to balance himself. Unfortunately, she avoided it as she jumped above him and in front of him still with her sword at his neck. Loki looked up at her and still saw the frown. She jumped back and charged at him silently as he took the opportunity to do so also. He sliced right through in front of him, but she just ran past him.

"I'm sorry."

He stopped and turned around. But he saw nothing just the emptiness of the grey scenery. Loki sheathed his two swords in hiding. Time had passed by as it was 9 o'clock already. The voice that whispered that phrase echoed in his mind as he exited the forest. He walked on the cemented path of the park. Something caught his eye when he saw a woman with black hair like the mysterious woman in the forest. He fastened his pace to catch up to her and set a hand on her shoulder gently. The woman turned around…

It was Fenris or the person who looked like Fenris. "May I help you," she asked. Shocked, he tried to regain his composure. "Uh…" was all he could reply. She finally recognized him and said, "Loki?" What took him from surprise was that she acted as though the incident that happened in the past never happened and the anger that was most surely supposed to be there was absent and was filled with warmth. He just nodded and said, "Fenris." She smiled greatly and said, "Long time no see. I remember seeing you at the ball. You looked so handsome." "Yes. You looked…quite beautiful," he responded back. "Well, would you like to join me for coffee? I was just heading to a café," she invited. Loki just said, "I would like that. Sure, I would love to." She smiled at him once more. Is this really happening?

After two hours, reliving memories, at the café, he had offered to walk her home and she accepted. They arrived at her home. Loki and the other girl stood there in front of her door. "Well, this is it," she said warmly. He nodded in courtesy. She looked down at the pavement and looked back at him. She leaned forward for a kiss. A blush was crawling across his cheeks as he took notice. He stood there. A feeling spread through him as he felt something wasn't right. Before her lips touched his, he held her by her forearms and said, "Fenris, do you remember about that story when we were young once?" She looked bewildered and replied, "Uh…Yes, about the…?" He arched his eyebrow and walked away, shaking his head. He should have known it was too good to be true. He stopped and said, "At the ball, you were just there because someone sent you, correct?" His voice was now cold. She nodded and informed, "I was sent as an impersonation. I was taught how to be Fenris Fenrir. I'm sorry that I do not know who sent me. I just follow orders." She looked up and found Loki gone. She walked inside, closing the door behind her. It was pitch black as she leaned against the door. She closed her eyes. A click was heard as a gun was held next to her head, her eyes opened in fear. But it was too late, the trigger was pulled and the killer left, leaving her dead body bleeding on the carpet.

Silent sat there, leaning her head against a couch, in the living room. The white ribbon was lying on the coffee table in front of her. Itsuki rested his head on her lap as he slept quietly with a blanket surrounding his small body. Loki had managed to injure her as her ankle was wrapped up in bandages from the cut of his sword. It had happened when she was in mid air as he tried to sweep her off her feet. It wasn't severe fortunately. It had been a long day. Sir Takei had, unfortunately, noticed the wound. Sighing silently, she reached for her cup. She drank it quietly. The phone ranged next to her as she picked it up.

"The girl has been killed!"

She set the phone back on the receiver as she shook her head. Her cup was set back on its plate. Her hands rubbed her temples on her head. "More tea," Sir Takei asked as he entered the living room. She gave him a simple nod. The hot lemon tea was poured into her cup as Sir Takei sat down and asked "May I safely assume that the girl is dead?" She gave him another nod. "Well, that she was a bit too reckless for my taste," he commented. She only hired her as a decoy and that's it. "Well, this should mean for you to be extremely careful especially for…" he said, looking at Itsuki. She looked down and sighed once more. I'm sorry. Sir Takei stood up and said reassuringly, "But I am sure that you will succeed in the end." Whether or not it was what you wanted. You will succeed and heal from injuries hopefully. He excused himself to his own bedroom.