"If you time it just right, you can find a young woman who is about the age of 22, who lays on the top of a building she calls home for the time being. She's a myth to some, but a friend and ally to others. She often holds her left arm in front of her, to the sky. The twilight a perfect background for her to admire the ring on her middle finger. The setting light catches the jewels, making them shimmer and dance. You can see a small smile on her lips as she looks at it fondly, love in her eyes. However, the look is quickly snuffed out by the waves of loss that flood across her mint colored eyes."
He walked out of the shadows, hands in the pockets of his oat colored jacket. His coffee gaze stopped on her.
"Or at least that what they say!" His tone took on a cheerful one as he walked over to the resting girl. He, too, only looked to be about 22, his chocolate hair as messy as always.
"Shut up, Dazai." She sat up abruptly, her wine and grey hair swinging gently with the sudden movement.
"You look good," he crouched down next to her, smiling widely which caused his eyes to squint shut, "you cut your hair, it suits you."
He opened his eyes slowly, a hint of the smile still at play on his lips but it had retreated from his eyes. Dazai gazed into the eyes of the girl in front of him, reading every emotion that flew through them until they landed on the one he was so used to seeing 7 years ago, irritation.
"How did you find me, Dazai?" She snapped, there was a reason she hadn't reached out to him when she resurfaced from the Underground. She wanted nothing to do with him, seeing Dazai reminded her of him. That was too painful. The fact that she still had the ring was besides the point.
"I just listened to the rumors, people had started talking about how the 'Guardian' had resurfaced. People whisper and when they do that it's usually because of something interesting." He stood back up now, his long legs shifting his body ever so elegantly. His 5'11" stature looming over her. Even if she stood up she still wouldn't stand a chance, she only stood at 4'11". She appeared less than intimidating.
"I heard you left the Port Mafia, joined the Armed Detective Agency," she sighed and stood up also, her relaxation slipping ever further away, "looks like I'm not the only one who decided to make a change." She looked up at him, clearly not pleased.
"Let's just say, a friend showed me a better path. You had already abandoned our ship by that point." He shrugged and looked out over the city, she did the same.
"We were never on a ship together. We knew each other and I helped out if it benefitted me," She looked at him again, "what are you doing here, Dazai? You're not here to try and recruit me, the ADA seems to have a handle on their jobs and I know it's not because you missed me. So, care to enlighten me?"
"I have a new pupil." He gave her a glance.
"Oh, boy."
"I had a feeling you'd be interested in him." She scrunched her face at this.
"Why?"
"Because my new little kitten is also what you would call a Tiger Beetle," he paused for her to process, "there is a storm coming and I would love for you to meet him before it hits, Dante."