Chapter Eight:

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She watched her reflection in the shop's window, she wanted to be sure that she was still her same old self, she wanted to be sure that there weren't any wrinkles on her face or skin, she wanted to be sure she still looked young. She hated being old, it made her feel useless and slow, she hated being angry as well, it made her brain go blank and her thoughts would simply refuse to surface, almost like a beast that takes over her body, and when she finally rids of it, she finds herself in a terrible mess, she had a fit at herself, she hated getting angry.

She sighed at the pretty dress before her, it was distracting her from examining her features, but she also had to admit that it looked pretty ravishing at the very least, she began to wonder if she could afford it, but quickly changed her mind once she saw how much it cost. She started cursing the greedy shop owner, who to her point of view, had placed too much money on a cheap piece of clothe, that she assumed unworthy, she had previously considered a dress; she hated wasting money more than getting angry at herself.

Stopping at the building where she lived, she perked a little to the sidewalk across of her and noticed two familiar figures. One was an albino at most, white hair and red eyes, black shirt and jeans with a half troubled, half laidback expression, she recognized him as the man from the park. As for the other man next to him, it was that pale dead-man with the black hair draped over his eyes, wearing a similar black shirt, but grey slacks instead of jeans, he looked better since the last time she saw him, she was slightly relieved.

But then she wondered, what were they doing in the building? Did they live there as well?

She decided to walk over and be friendly, she disliked being upset at herself for long.

She hated being upset…

She seriously needed mental help!

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"Butterfly Wings – Volume One."

"Arrival: Chapter Two: Part 2 of 5"

-(She hated him, she found him nothing but a money grabbing jerk! Although she had to admit he was very charming and well mannered, but his attitude really upset her, she knew that she shouldn't have done what she did, challenging him in his own game, but she was baffled at herself for actually wining, since she had never actually played it for long, she was relieved that she did not embarrass herself in front of her friends and family.

She expected him to be the sore-loser type of man, the type who would cheat to win whatever was the cost, but she was wrong, he was actually playing fair, even those sarcastic words he had said to her were probably just to taunt her, almost as if challenging her to an un-written duel, an unspoken fight, a duel she had won without even trying!

She was still confused, however.

Why was it that he looked so pleased when she won?

Did he actually enjoy that loss?)-

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"Watch your step." Chipp gently warned, "The floor's been waxed, so be careful not to slip, okay?"

"I'm fine." Anji replied and hesitantly stepped into the sunlight.

It was summer alright, he thought; the sun was very warm and he felt his whole body warm up, warmth tingling through every nerve cell he had; his skin prickled and the sun rays were mentally tickling his senses, stroking his skin and warming his flesh all the way into the inner side. He drew a contented smile and inhaled deeply, sucking in the wonderful breeze into his weary, tired lungs. He had missed this feeling, the feeling of being alive.

All thanks to that mysterious woman.

And she hadn't even done anything to him, nothing at all!

"Hello there!" the voice rang in his ears, "I see it's you two again."

"Oh? Hey! Hi!" Chipp said slightly nervous, "Yeah, it's us." He paused for a moment, "Ah, well, I didn't get a chance, but I want to thank you for helping us the other day, you don't know how much you were a life saver." He chuckled.

Anji fixed his eyes to the ground, he could not look at her no matter how much he wanted; one reason was because the sun was a little too bright and he weren't used to it, two was because she was so beautiful, he knew that if he looked, he would net be able to pry his eyes off her.

"So?" she said once again, "You two live here?" she asked.

"Yeah, you?" Chipp asked curiously.

"I live in the third floor, second left apartment, you?" she replied.

"What? We're on the third floor too, but the second right apartment!" he explained.

"Oh? So that makes us neighbors?" she asked quizzically, "Well I simply don't remember seeing you two," she paused, "I mean before meeting you in the park, that is." She explained.

"Ah, we don't go out much." Chipp chuckled.

"I'm Chipp, this is my brother, Anji." The silver haired man introduced, "And who might you be?"

"Baiken, nice to meet you Chipp, Anji." she said nicely, "Before anything gets screwed, I'd just like to warn you, I have anger-management problems, so if I blow up in your face, please forgive me, alright?" she said sheepishly.

"Um, okay, sorry about that." Chipp replied.

There was short pause.

"Is he always like that?" the redhead began gently, she was eyeing the ebony haired man who was practically scooting away from her.

"Ah, well- not most of the time." Chipp replied.

Baiken stepped closer to the retreating man, "Hey, I'm glad to see you're alright." She smiled sweetly.

Anji's brown eyes focused on her peach colored orbs, his brows slightly rose and his jaw began to move, the words barely coming out a whisper, "I'm pleased to meet you." he told her.

"Well I'm pleased to meet you as well." She smiled.

"So?" Chipp chimed happily, "Want to go out for a drink? We were going over to the coffee shop down the block."

The redhead considered the offer, "Well, it's not like I have anything else to do." She accepted.

"Great!" Chipp smiled and glanced over to his ebony haired brother.

Anji spared him a small nervous glance, almost as if asking him of what he was planning to do.

Chipp grinned slyly, he winked an eye.

Anji felt butterflies flutter in his stomach.

What was Chipp thinking?

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Note: -humming a random song-