Ren tugged her hood further over her face, walking quickly through the rainy streets of Wistal as she made her way towards 'The Anchor Inn and Alehouse'. It had been pouring down all day, and small rivers of rainwater flowed down the cobblestone streets, twisting and winding their way down to the harbour or collecting in small puddles which littered the roads, almost impossible to navigate around.

Despite the cold dampness that was seeping through Ren's cloak and the annoying droplets of water falling from the tip of her nose onto her clasped hands below, clutching her cloak tightly around her, nothing was going to keep her from her destination; come rain or shine Ren had promised Erisa she would visit her today, and so that was what she was doing.

A strong wind blew up the street, carrying the salty scent of the sea with it as it slammed into Ren, freezing her to the bone as she gritted her teeth, unable to stop her hood from falling back down again. Ren now realised why Tasuku and the rest of the servants in her building had looked at her as if she were crazy when she had told them she was going down into town in this weather.

This is far worse than any of the storms we've had back at home, Ren thought, I guess it's because Wistal is so close to the sea…

The wind buffeted against her again as though in reply, and Ren looked up to the sky above; the dark clouds showed no signs of dispersing or disappearing any time soon, and the stormy blanket had brought evening sooner than expected, dimming the city beneath them as though night had already fallen. It was unlikely they would see the stars tonight, if this storm did not pass.

But hope was found as Ren turned a corner, the sign to the alehouse swinging and creaking in the wind as streams of warm light flooded out of the latticed windows onto the street below, noisy chatter permeating the outside air despite the thick stone walls.

Ren quickened her step and soon enough was pushing open the heavy wooden door of the alehouse, stepping inside and looking forward to warming her frozen bones by the large fireplace as she shut the cold out behind her.

She spotted Erisa waiting on some of her laughing patrons, balancing a large tray covered in tankards full to the brim with ale on one hand as she dished them out with the other. Catching the others girl's eye as she made her way to the bar, Ren gave her a smile and a wave, which Erisa returned with an enormous grin spreading across her delicate face.

It wasn't long after Ren sat down that Erisa came rushing over, eager to hear about everything she had been up to at the palace, pouring tankards of the alehouses famous brew for the both of them. And so Ren told her everything. They talked long into the night, Erisa enraptured by Ren's tales of palace life; how Obi had taken her to the Court Herbalists by jumping across rooftops and through trees, how she had saved Tasuku from Buttercup and his subsequent taming (the horse, not the boy) and of course the tale about the evil Head Cook who was more like a vulture than a human being, surveying her building for any stragglers she could squawk at.

It was nice to have someone outside the palace to talk to, and of course Erisa talked about her fair share of rowdy patrons and the pieces of gossip she had heard, muttered by half passed out drunkards in the early hours of dawn. Those stories always brought a smile to Ren's lips.

It wasn't till much later that night that Ren left the alehouse, walking through the silent streets that were now still and calm. The rain had stopped, though puddles still littered the streets and the stormy clouds still covered the night sky; not a star could be seen through them, and there was no wind to clear them.

Wistal was asleep, and not another living creature could be heard nor seen as Ren stepped through the puddles in her path; she was almost hesitant to step in them at all and make a small splash, such was the weight of the silence surrounding her.

But she ignored the eeriness of the night, deciding to take a quick shortcut down a small alleyway on her right, aiming to get back to the palace and her warm bed faster.

Ren turned the corner. Her now dry cloak quietly billowed behind her. Her feet padded against the cobblestones in near silence.

Her back was slammed into a wall.

The breath was knocked out of her as someone pushed against her shoulders and shoved her against the cold stones of the alleyway wall, a dark shadow covering them both from the view of anyone who might be passing by as Ren's vision blurred slightly from the impact. Ren could smell the alcohol on their breath, suffocating her as though it removed the oxygen from the air itself. She could sense that her assailant was around her height, their face far too close to hers as their fingers dug into the skin of her shoulders, making her grit her teeth in pain.

Ren's vision cleared and in the moonless night she could make out the figure of a thin, gangly man with a greasy face and stubbly beard, his nostrils flaring like a bulls, his mouth a twisted snarl and his eyes wide with madness and anger. She now realised that one of the man's arms was pressed against her throat, a strength in them his slim build hid as Ren struggled to swallow against the pressure this man applied; he could probably cut off her air if he tried.

"You," the man growled, sounding more like wolf than a person, "You owe me. You stole from me." His face was mere inches from Ren's now, his stench almost overwhelming. "I bet heavily on the fact you wouldn't get the position, that you would fail and a man would get the job. Like it should be."

His arm pressed against Ren's throat more and she titled her head back as far as could; she was finding it harder to breathe, and the man's closeness was starting to panic her. She clawed at his arm desperately, but he ignored her, only applying more pressure to her throat and forcing her to pull back on his wrist as hard as she could; her attempts were futile.

"I boasted to everyone at that damn alehouse how you would fail," he continued, "But you made a fool of me, and now I want the money you stole from me little girl."

Ren's eyes widened as she realised who this horrible man was. She remembered his voice now, because she hadn't even turned to look at his face that morning at 'The Anchor Inn and Alehouse'. It was Kanbe, the drunkard who had laughed at her when she'd told Erisa's mother she wanted to be the Court Blacksmith's Apprentice. The man who had told her to run off home and 'sit pretty'.

Ren's eyes narrowed as Kanbe continued his spiel, though panic still coursed through her veins and muddled her mind:

"What's wrong? Too afraid to talk?" he sneered, "You women are so weak minded. This'll be like taking candy from a baby." Ren had no doubt he'd committed that crime in the past.

"What… what makes you think I'd give you anything… even if I did have any money?" Ren said, struggling to get the words out as Kanbe's arm relentlessly pressed against her windpipe.

"Ha! Do you think I'm some kind of idiot? You work at the palace now, little princess." He leaned in close to her ear, and she shuddered at the feel of his breath on her neck as he whispered, "You're loaded, and now that you've finally come down from your castle, I'm going to take everything from you."

He leaned back again, but Ren's heart was beating like she was a mouse who had been cornered by a stray cat that hadn't eaten in months; Kanbe's grin was full of greed and certainty for his victory.

Yet through her fear Ren saw that his arrogance and cockiness might actually aid her in her escape. He appeared unarmed, as though he had stumbled straight from his bed to an alehouse this morning, and then had managed to make his way here without any pit stops. That put them on more equal ground. Though he was much stronger than he appeared, his drunken state and inclination to be sexist would be his downfall; Kanbe had been planning to use his 'superior' manly strength and intimidation to overwhelm her, most likely.

A shadow passed silently overhead as Kanbe grinned with satisfaction, "You're little chums up at the palace can't help you now. There are no guards, no one to come save you. You're completely helpless, darling, so why not just hand over the money and-"

"You assume…" Ren muttered, her eyes flashing angrily, "That I need someone to save me from you."

Kanbe only had a few seconds to look confused before Ren's knee slammed into his groin, the man immediately collapsing to the ground and screaming in pain, his arm leaving Ren's throat and going to his bruised groin as she sprinted down the alley as fast as her legs could carry her, his 'superior' strength useless now.

She turned corners at random as she sprinted through the dark side streets of Wistal, hoping to loose Kanbe in the winding maze but loosing herself in the process; Ren had no idea where she was, and she had no idea which direction led towards the edge of town and towards the palace. She could hear Kanbe's enraged shouts behind her, and whenever she slowed down she heard his pounding footsteps getting louder and louder, closer and closer. He was surprisingly fast for a man drunk out of his wits, and he clearly had a better knowledge of these streets than Ren did; he would give her no break or time to catch her breath, and so Ren ran on.

Shadows leapt across the alleyways and rooftops, but Ren didn't stop to look up at the sky which was now beginning to clear, the moon shining through passing clouds and the stars starting to appear in the jet black sky above her.

"Shit." Ren swore as she was met with a dead end. She had been looking behind when she'd turned the corner, and now as she turned to backtrack she found this was quite a long alleyway between two houses. She swore at herself again because she didn't even have her hunting dagger on her tonight; she did not know how to use it in combat, but it would have been better than nothing and at least she could have threatened Kanbe with it.

Just as she started to make her way back through the alley, she heard a vulgar cackle; the vile owner turned the corner, blocking the only exit and her path to freedom. He walked towards her slowly like an animal closing in on its prey; she once again felt like that cornered mouse, and with each step he took forward, Ren took one backwards.

Her eyes darted about desperately, but there was no way around him that would be out of his reach, and Ren knew it would be hopeless trying to reason with him. She also knew she couldn't fight her way out; she doubted she had the element of surprise after that well aimed shot to Kanbe's nether regions, nor would there be anyone to break up this fight when it got dirty. It didn't help that Ren's adrenaline was slowly running out, muscle-freezing fear threatening to replace it at any moment.

The clouds had now completely cleared and the moon shone down its pale light onto the city below; but the light now seemed harsh after the pitch darkness from before, and it cast long, deep shadows across the alley. The moon was behind Kanbe, covering his face in darkness and causing his shadow to stretch down the alley like some kind of reaching arm, clawing its way towards Ren with each step he took.

There was no sound but that of Ren's heavy breathing and the slow methodical, plod, plod, plod of Kanbe's footsteps.

Ren's eyes widened as her back hit the wall behind her. It was too tall, too flat and too sturdy for her to climb or to even hope to knock down.

She searched the alleyway once again for a way out, Kanbe taking his time and only about halfway down the alley, his face still in shadow.

There was nothing different about the alleyway; the houses either side were at least three stories high, and there was a stack of rotten looking boxes about halfway down, a doorway leading to the house on the left by the alleys entrance. Still no way out.

At least, Ren thought, no way out on ground level.

The stack of boxes was tall and looked incredibly unstable, but if she were to climb up them and then jump… she might just be able to reach the second floor window, which had a small metal balcony encircling it. After that, she'd have to climb up to the roof and go from there.

Trusting her balance and light tread, Ren raced towards the boxes, Kanbe only a few metres away from them himself.

It was only when he saw her jump for the first box that he realised what she was doing, and with a shout he too raced for the boxes.

Climbing as fast and as carefully as she could, Ren made her way up the boxes, the stack beginning to sway as she stood at the top and as Kanbe began to climb; as she looked down she thought he resembled a new-born foal, his hands and feet falling through the rotten boxes and getting stuck with every step he took.

Taking a deep breath and bending her knees as much as possible, Ren leapt for the balcony. She grunted as her hands grasped metal and she slammed into the balcony railing, only allowing herself a small sigh of relief before pulling herself up. But before she could get two feet on the railing her left foot was pulled down again, Ren giving a surprised cry as the sudden weight now hanging from her ankle caused her to lose her grip on the railing with one hand, her legs swaying in the empty air below her.

She heard the boxes topple in the alleyway below with a resounding Crash! And as she looked down she saw Kanbe hanging on to her ankle, his teeth gritted and a fury igniting his eyes.

She looked up again with a panicked intake of breath as light suddenly streamed out from behind the curtains of the window above her. Whoever had been asleep before was now wide awake, and the curtains were suddenly flung back, Ren ducking her head and squinting her eyes at the bright light. She peered up to see an elderly woman looking out her window, a scrutinising look on her face as she examined the alleyway below. Fortunately, she must have had very poor sight as she paid no attention to the hand gripping the railing mere feet from her face, and Ren sighed with relief as the woman closed her curtains once again.

But Ren could hear her shouting to someone inside about the noise, and Ren was losing her grip on the railing, Kanbe dragging her down as she was unable to support both their weights; the old woman would soon come outside to investigate the noise, probably bringing someone with her, and Ren did not particularly want to be caught in the incriminating act of climbing the side of someone's house in the middle of the night.

Reaching up with her other hand she secured her grip on the railing once more, and she began to desperately swing her legs back and forth in an attempt to dislodge Kanbe. She eventually began to pick up momentum and the balcony was quite shallow, and so with one final swing Ren managed to slam Kanbe into the wall.

Kanbe grunted as his face met bricks, releasing Ren's ankle and falling onto the boxes below with another loud grunt as dust and mould spores flew into the air around him. Yet more lights were turning on in the house as more noises were created, and Ren hastily pulled herself up onto the railing, making her way towards the roof as quickly as possible, using the large window frames and balconies as footholds. Just as she was reaching for the roof a light turned on on the other side of the doorway by the entrance to the alleyway, illuminating it in golden light, Kanbe still groaning and swearing as he struggled to get up from the wreckage of boxes below her.

Ren pulled herself up onto the roof, finally leaving Kanbe and the alleyway behind her and feeling a huge sense of relief over the fact her plan had worked; for the most part, anyway. She finally had time to gather her thoughts about the whole ordeal, and she rubbed her neck slightly, still feeling the phantom pain of having her air restricted almost to the point of choking, the memory causing her throat to restrict and her breath to become short like Kanbe's arm was still there.

Yet as she stepped away from the edge, her foot slipped on the rain-soaked tiles, causing her to lose her footing and take a step backwards; only, there was no roof behind her, just air.

Ren teetered on the edge, her arms and heart doing cartwheels as she desperately tried to regain her balance. She only had one foot on the edge of the rooftop, and a three storey drop faced her as gravity began to take hold, pulling her down, down, down. She couldn't regain her balance and she could feel herself beginning to fall, she couldn't stop her foot as it threatened to leave the only solid surface she was balancing on and her heart stopped as she looked down to the alleyway below that would be far too close far too quickly-

A hand suddenly clutched at her cartwheeling arm, halting her movement; the tension meant she was now perfectly balanced with one foot on the roof and her body leaning dangerously over the alleyway below, the other person holding her entire weight up.

She looked across at the stranger who stood securely on the roof and who clutched her arm with a gloved hand, her heart pounding in her chest as though it might give out at any moment and her eyes wide in both relief and shock; really, this was far too much stress for one night.

The stranger pulled at her arm, bringing her back to the roof and helping her to get a more secure footing on the tiles this time, much farther away from the edge. In the darkness Ren could make out the face of a young man, a few years older than her and a tad taller, wearing a strange hat with no top and flaps which came down to cover his ears, along with a large scarf which wrapped around his neck.

"Are you alright, Miss?" He asked.

"Yes…" Ren said, looking closer at her saviour, "But who-"

Suddenly she recognised his voice, the smirk on his face, the eyes which glinted in the dark like a cats' caught in lamplight. Her eyes widened in shock as she exclaimed:

"Obi?!"

She hadn't seen him since the burn incident, and his smirk only widened as he winked, saying "We should probably get out of here." He looked down to the street below and Ren followed his gaze, though she struggled not to burst out laughing at the sight she saw; Kanbe was currently being beaten on the head with a broom, wielded by the old women who had peered out of her curtains just a few minutes earlier, a bleary eyed and butch looking man standing watch over the frail old woman who was likely his mother.

Ren smirked, satisfied with Kanbe's punishment as the old woman continued hitting him with the broom, relentlessly admonishing him for destroying her crates and waking her from her beauty sleep. Turning back to Obi she nodded, and they made their across the rooftops of a still sleeping Wistal, the moon shining bright overhead.

Obi led the way and always offered Ren a hand when it came to jumping large gaps between roofs, but she almost always refused, managing to keep up with him as they ran across the terracotta tiles; though she was careful not to slip again. Soon they came to the edge of the city, settling on the roof of a house that was closest to the palace, catching their breath in the once more silent and peaceful night.

Sat near the roofs peak, the two thought in silence for a while before Ren said teasingly:

"So… Do you always skulk about rooftops at night or…?"

Obi laughed, saying "No. But everyone's asleep now and I'm the nocturnal type."

"Guess I'm lucky you decided to go on a run across the roofs tonight." Ren chuckled lightly, but then her tone turned more serious, "Thank you, by the way. I would've been a splat on the ground if it weren't for you."

"No problem Miss. I saw you in trouble earlier, but you seemed like you had it under control." He looked sideways at Ren with a smirk; he was clearly talking about Ren's knee to Kanbe's groin, and she chuckled slightly at that. "I decided to follow you from above anyway though. I was impressed you managed to get up here."

"Yes well, it was a little hit and miss. I've had plenty of practice climbing and jumping through trees in my lifetime, though as you saw… I'm not so used to roofs." They both laughed at that, though both were extremely relieved that Obi had been there to catch her.

A comfortable silence passed between the two, and Ren realised that the shadows that had been passing over the alleyways weren't really shadows at all; they had been Obi, jumping from one roof to the other and following her as she fled from Kanbe, like some kind of a ninja guardian angel. What she didn't know was that Obi had managed to spot her just before she turned the alleyway corner and got ambushed; it was pure luck, he had just been at the right place at the right time.

Obi, on the other hand, was remembering the few times he'd referred to her as simply 'Ren', with no 'Miss' in front of it. He rarely did that anymore, used to referring to Miss Shirayuki and Miss Kiki with that title, but he supposed it was because when he had first learnt Ren's name it had been over shared drinks in a rowdy alehouse, so he had been much more relaxed about talking with her. He would have to be a bit more watchful of himself from now on; he didn't want Ren to think he didn't respect her.

"Obi…" Ren started a little hesitantly, "I know I haven't been at the palace long but… no other messengers can jump across rooftops, nor do they carry throwing knives on them at all times." Obi was shocked by that, unconsciously touching the pouch they were stored in just underneath the back of his jacket. Ren laughed at his reaction:

"I can be quite perceptive sometimes, don't worry." After another pause, Ren looked down saying, "I understand if you can't tell me, but I am rather curious…"

It was strange, but Obi felt a strong comradery with this girl despite not knowing her for all that long. In fact, he thought Ren was as much as a mystery as he was; he didn't know where she came from, what her life had been like before Wistal, or what she hoped to achieve beyond her apprenticeship - perhaps she didn't know that herself. But what he did know was that she was brave and stood up for what she believed was right and just. That had been evident enough in her argument with that other candidate during the exam, and he remembered the trust she had placed in him simply based on his loyalty to a friend. It was only fair he put the same trust in her too.

"Whilst I'm officially Prince Zen's Royal Messenger, I am also charged with being Miss Shirayuki's bodyguard." As Obi spoke, Ren's head snapped up in surprise that he actually answered her; he had seemed very reserved to her, much like herself.

"That makes a little more sense." Ren said, smiling at Obi reassuringly and happy that he had put his trust her in; it would not go unrecognised.

Ren had heard the gossip about Prince Zen and Shirayuki; she had become friends with the Poets Gate guards, Kai and Shiira, and a few other servants from around the palace. She found it important to know what was happening, even if it was gossip and she had to take it with a pinch of salt, but she thought it was right for people to love whoever they should love, that you shouldn't judge a relationship just because of something silly like differing statuses. If they were happy she saw no problem with it, and she was quick to shoot down anyone who judged the two lovers (for that is what they clearly were), though she did have to make sure not to snap at any noblemen or women from time to time; that would definitely get her into trouble.

She had become good friends with Kai and Shiira because of this, as they were big supporters of the Prince and Shirayuki's relationship (Kai talked about it an awful lot, but his excited face made Ren smile, so she didn't mention that to him). Ren had also become good friends with Shirayuki, having discovered one morning that their rooms were close by when Shirayuki came out her door to go to work just as Ren did, recognising each other immediately. From that day forth they walked to work together as often as they could, chatting away till they had to part ways; one leaving for the forge, the other for the Court Herbalists.

Those were really the only times she saw Shirayuki, as the girl didn't often go down to the communal areas, but Ren treasured every moment of those morning walks with her; Shirayuki was such a kind and strong person, and though Ren couldn't understand why her face sometimes grew hot at the things Shirayuki said, or even why her heart beat would increase at Shirayuki's laugh, Ren didn't want any harm to come to the girl and so had made it her duty to admonish those who would badmouth her relationship with Prince Zen.

"Re- Miss Ren," Obi said, snapping her out of her reverie, "When I picked you up to carry you to the Court Herbalists… you seemed… sacred. If you don't mind me asking… why was that?" Obi looked over at her, but Ren's face was an odd mixture of shock, concern, worry and hesitation. Panicked he added, "You don't have to tell me anything or explain yourself of course! I just wanted to apologise in case I overstepped any of your bounds, Miss!"

"No no no! It was nothing, really! You didn't do anything wrong there's no need for you to apologize… well, it was a shock you picking me up like that but it's not like you were to know or anything so…" Ren had been waving her hands about frantically as she had explained and ranted at Obi, but now she hugged her knees close to her chest and rested her chin on top of them. She had a sad and conflicted look in her eyes, and she seemed hesitant to say anything further about the matter.

After a long while, Obi was getting ready to change the subject to a more light-hearted one when Ren said, "It's… it's difficult for me to explain but… you have a right to know and you put your trust in me earlier, so it's only fair I do the same. Plus you saved my life today."

Obi turned to face her completely, his brows furrowing as he said quietly, "But that was only about my job, this feels more personal to you… you really don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I wouldn't find it unfair at all. All I did was catch you, you had it covered." He smiled softly at her as she tilted her head to look at him, and she returned his smile.

"You're very kind, Obi," his brows raised and his eyes widened, but Ren continued, "But I want to tell you."

Regaining his composure Obi nodded, listening attentively as she spoke, "The reason I was frightened when you picked me up is that… touch is something very important to me, and I didn't know you all that well so it was a shock to me for you to do something so… so…" She sighed, frustrated at her inability to explain this to someone; she had never tried before. "…For you to do something that to me is very personal and cherished. I've never been very good with words, so I show my affection and comfortableness through touch. I usually only shake a strangers hand… though I've become a lot more relaxed since coming to Wistal." She looked at her hands, holding them open before her eyes, "When I touch someone, it's because I care for them and I want them to know that I care for them. I feel like when I touch someone, I convey those emotions through that physical connection, even if I'm only touching their shoulder for the briefest of seconds… Does that make sense?"

Ren looked up, worried to see Obi's reaction: would he laugh at her? Would he call her ridiculous or an idiot? Or would he simply walk away and never want to talk to her again, avoiding her for the rest of their lives?

But all she saw was a soft smile and a gentle understanding in his eyes. It was almost jarring, he looked like a completely different person to his usual smirk and joking tone; he was always so carefree, and Ren wondered at how the two of them had become so comfortable with each other so quickly - she had told him something she'd never told anyone before, not even her parents, and he had revealed a softer, almost vulnerable side to himself that he usually kept guarded behind that joyous exterior. Ren doubted it made an appearance that often, and it only strengthened the feeling of trust and comradery she had with this boy.

"It makes perfect sense," he said, "I will make sure not to do something like that again, Miss Ren." He gave a grandiose bow, which made Ren laugh seeing as he was doing it whilst sitting down and it looked rather silly.

"Yes, well…" Ren said, sitting up again and a smile upon her face, "Don't let it stop you from catching me again when I fall off a roof."

"Haha! I'll certainly try, Miss, but I can make no promises." He laughed and raised his brow as he said, "Do you plan on falling off any more roofs tonight? Just so I can prepare."

They both burst out laughing and Ren hit him on the arm lightly before resting her hand on his shoulder as she struggled to control her giggles and shook her head; the gesture did not go unnoticed by Obi, and he smiled widely, now knowing the importance behind such a simple thing.

Once their laughs had subsided Obi stood and stretched his back languidly.

"Right then," he said, "Let's head back up to the palace. We can walk there on the ground if you like, no threat of falling off anything that way." He grinned mischievously, and it was almost like a dare to Ren.

One she accepted:

"No way." She said, also standing up, "The trees are my domain."

The two smirked at each other, the competition set. Almost in sync the two leapt from the rooftop and into the treeline, racing towards Wistal Palace with nothing but the moon to light their way, the leaves barely rustling as the two darted through the trees with grins on their faces; it had been a night where two people, usually both guarded and secretive, had opened up to one another and found a friend in which they could trust inexplicably.

But the workings of fate had only just begun.

A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you enjoyed this chapter, it was one I was particularly looking forward to writing. A bit of action, a bit of humour, a bit of angst... There was more planned for this chapter, but it would have been FAR too long, so I'll just have to make it one on its own. Thank you to everyone who has favourited, followed and reviewed, your support means everything to me. I hope your all having a good start to the year! I am swamped with art coursework as usual which I should be doing rn lol (save me), but I have been accepted onto my course for next year, yay! (I'm doing an Art Foundation, so I get to do art 9-5, 5 days a week, every week for a year! I'm crazy I know.)
NEWS: I have plans to write a collection of oneshots/inserts for this fic which are RenxObi orientated. If you like this idea let me know (for the purposes of the oneshot/inserts Ren will be bisexual, meaning her romances with women in this fic are still true and make sense character wise).

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