AN: I would first like to apologize. I haven't updated this story in a month and I feel really bad about it. But the holiday season is always really hectic for me. Also, I got Pokemon Omega Ruby, sooooooo.. lots of late nights. And this might also be the only update until probably another month or so; It's build season for my Robotics team (587, the Hedgehogs. If you are on a robotics team and are going to either the Myrtle Beach, SC regional or the Raleigh, NC regional, find me!)so we are hella busy (like, meeting every day busy). Anyway, here is the story. ((jk not yet)) I'm also actually going to try and type up the 3 hand-written chapters I have for DWMA: Next Generation (which I recommend you read). Oh, and happy New Year! I cannot believe it is 2015. AND BTW, there are only a handful of chapters left (depending on how long I drag this out, lol).

Song: Centuries by Fall Out Boy

When the weekend rolled around, Kyle, Alex, Bramble, Amantha, Ryu, Dasalis, Jene, and Clare all filed into the Death Room. They wore plain clothes, with no DWMA insignias. Kyle was in a brown tank top with white polka dots and sandy beige shorts. Her lilac hair was up in a ponytail. Alex was stripped of his normal black on black, instead matching his partner with a brown shirt and sand-color pants, his dark hair covered partially by a light colored beanie. Bramble rocked a brown shirt and his gray jeans (he somehow slipped them in), his hair down. Amantha had a pair of cream colored overalls ((the fashion ones, with a skirt instead of shorts/pants)) over a pink-brown crop top. Ryu was saddened by his lack of neon green, but him and Dasalis wore off-white tees and dark khakis ((they match! so adorable.)). Jene wore a red camisole under a flowy off-white top and beige capris, while Clare was clad in a light brown a-line dress and white fingerless gloves. Lord Death clapped his hands.

"Okie Dokie, kiddos! Mission time. I'm glad you got your instructions on apparel. The earthtones are so you are hidden better in the sandy environment. Kyle, Alex, Bramble, Amantha, Ryu, Dasalis; you all know your mission. Jene and Clare, you are back-up if the situation turns. But I have another task for you two; We have recently received intel that Troy is back in the desert. If you find him, do whatever it takes to contain him and bring him back here," Death looked at Jene, "alive." Jene mumbled a Russian curse word under her breath. "Is this understood?" The group nodded. "Good! Now, each of the meisters will get an ear piece." Spirit stood from where he was sitting and passed them out. "We'll try to watch you from the mirrors till you leave the city. Go off, little ones! Find us a location!"

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Nygu peered out the window. She'd lived here her whole life, but everything had changed. Her father died when she was little. She was alone in this house in the desert for years. Until one day, when she was 11 or 12 (only a handful of year ago), she lay asleep on the musty old couch (that they had now recently disposed of). She opened one eye to see a girl around her age with black hair, staring down at her. Nygu screamed, of course. It was only natural.

*cue flashback*

"Why are you here all alone?" Canna asked, stepping back from the now slightly hyperventilating Nygu.

"I...I...how did you...who are you?" She finally spat out. Canna laughed.

"The names Canna. I've been walking for a day or two; I'm really tired. Can I rest here?"

"This isn't an Inn, Canna. And I'm Nygu., by the way."

"Just Nygu?" Canna glanced at the brunette, who raised a brow.

"You didn't provide me with your last name." She retorted.

"Don't have one. Never have." Canna looked out the window. Her mood had suddenly changed. She sat down in a chair.

"You don't have a last name? Well surely your parents must have-"

"I don't have parents." She interrupted "They left me for dead by a tree when I was 2. I was adopted 5 weeks ago, but that didn't work out so well. Please, can I just rest?" Canna had an expression of hatred on her face, just for a moment.

"There is a bedroom upstairs. I can show you the way." Nygu stood, as did Canna.

"Please do."

It was only about half an hour after she fell asleep when the nightmares began. Nygu heard her screams from down the hall. She ran to her. Not knowing how to help her, Nygu just climbed into the bed and held her. Nygu rocked back and forth, stroking Canna's hair and softly singing.

"Kyle." Canna whimpered in her sleep. "Kyle...why." Nygu looked down at her. She had stopped screaming and thrashing about the bed, but now she was shaking and speaking. "You said...you wouldn't...leave me behind."

The soft patter of feet pulled Nygu from her flashback. Canna stood behind her, hands in her jacket pockets. She had on black leggings and a white v-neck.

"Anything?" She asked.

"Not yet. I haven't heard anything much from the flower lately either. They must have covered her back up."

"Okay." Canna sat down next to Nygu. "I've been thinking a lot lately. You never had to help me, all the way back when. And you don't have to help me with this now, my revenge plot. I feel like I've dragged you through the mud, or something."

"Canna, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I was alone in this desert for years, making human contact maybe once or twice a week in the market." Nygu turned to her. "You brought me back to life."

"And everyday, you pulled me from nightmares. How did you do it?" Nygu looked at the floor as Canna spoke.

"Maybe it's because...the connection I felt, in that first instance. Maybe our souls just...clicked." When Nygu glanced up, Canna was closer than before. The witch moved Nygu face just slightly with her hand. Then she leaned over, and kissed her.

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Their kiss was interrupted by a frantic knock on the front door. Canna quickly pulled back, flushed. She ran towards the door. It was Troy. And he was rather sweaty.

"I just *pant pant* saw them." He said. Canna's eyes widened.

"Shit! Get their attention, lead them here. You have 30 minutes!" She slammed the door. Turning around, she saw Nygu still sitting by the window, fingers lightly tracing her lips. "Nygu, I'm going to change real quick. Can you get Zanneth and Margaret ready to get in position?" Nygu absent-mindedly nodded. "Thanks!" Canna bolted up the stairs.

AN: Merry Christmas/*insert other holidays here*, your present is part of a backstory and lesbians!