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Driving through the streets under the moonlit sky Alisa and Naomi sat silently and peacefully staring at the stars on the back of the mule, Naomi took quick glances at George was the most silent one out of them as he drove them back. Nothing, but the sounds of the tires rolling, and the engines rumbling as they made their way through the streets until they finally made it back to the hanger with Kay waiting by the door.

"So how'd it go?" Kay asked eagerly.

"Crap," Naomi stated plainly to Kay's confusion.

Driving the Mule inside George parked and shut off the engine for his two passengers jump off, Kay saw Alisa wearing Naomi's jacket probably for the chilly night, and noticed the disappointed expression on her face just like everyone else's.

"He wasn't the kind guy I thought he was," Alisa told her softly clutching the fold of Naomi's, jacket, "If none of you mind, I'm just gonna go to bed."

"Alright, goodnight Alisa," Kay waved off, but before leaving just yet, Alisa turned back.

"George... " Alisa said his name aloud.

"Yeah... "

"... Thank you," she thanked then turned to head in for the day leaving Naomi speechless.

Watching her leave the three waited in patient silence until Alisa disappeared from their sights.

"O.k, what happened at that date?" Kay demanded.

"Tahashi turned out to be a creep... and he wasn't creeping over Alisa," Naomi put it for Kay to understand.

"I hope you made him hurt for that!" Kay exclaimed in outrage.

"Don't worry ma'am, his ass has been kicked," George informed brashfully.

"More like broke his nose," Naomi corrected.

"Good!" Kay couldn't be any happier, "At least it good to know that you guys are there to look out for Alisa."

"You should've seen it, George slammed him down like a football," Naomi recalled.

"So who was the other girl the creep was ogling at?" Kay asked further clearly made.

"If by other girl you mean Naomi? than yes," George answered with Naomi staring in embarrassment, "That Tahashi guy was gonna get frisky with her if I haven't stepped in."

"Yeah... thanks for cutting in there," Naomi hesitantly thanked, "I think I'm gonna take a shower. See you guys tomorrow."

After saying goodnight Kay and George were all that's left in the hanger, Kay turning her attention on George who looked a child who was caught by their parents, actually wondering if he was in trouble.

"... Are you gonna tell the federation... ?" George asked having it hard to look her in the eye.

"... George to be honest I always thought you were gonna be the creep preying on my girls here," Kay admitted and George glanced here with clear offended eyes, but didn't speak back, "However you had the perfect opportunity in the showers to take a peek at me."

George felt his heart skip a bit, now really looking like a child who's been caught by their parents, George can feel a single nervous sweat roll down along his face, and tried to remain still to fight off the twitching feeling in his muscles. But those strong feeling of nervousness dissipated as fast as it appeared when Kay brought back her iconic confident grin.

"But you didn't?" She fairly noted, but it did left her curious, "Any boy would kill to be in the position you're in, surrounded by hot girls, that'll be the first thing they'll do, but you're just avoiding it. Why?"

George was hesitant, probably because he didn't know how to answer such a personal question to his odd behavior.

"You... ?" Kay lead on predicting the answer.

"Gay?" George thought her prediction was which Kay nodded her head in agreement, but George shot it down because that will be way too convenient, "No, I'm not gay... *huff*... *puff*... " George breathed heavily, "... Look it's a very personal thing for me and I don't feel like talking about it."

"Oh! sorry for asking," Kay apologized and now backing off, "We should hit the hay though, we're gonna be porting a day before the match."

"I won't let you down," George swears to her.

"You couldn't possibly disappoint me if we lose, not after what you did for my girls."

With that Kay left to turn in as well, George however took the time to pause before returning to the dorms. Inside George only found a dark empty foyer devoid of life and color however George wasn't tired yet, he still felt the left over energy his angry beat down of Tahashi still stirred inside him.

Finishing up her shower Naomi emerges from the bathroom with her night wear on as she dry off her hair with a towel, refreshed from a relaxing steamy cleaning Naomi headed for her door, however right before she could grasps the knob she heard a faint sound softly echoing through the halls. The noise played in a rhythm ever so peacefully, following the tune Naomi stepped lightly to keep her bare feet from clapping against the title floor, careful not to make the steps on the stairs moan Naomi came down to ground floor where the noise was originating. It was clearly a song being played on the piano and it's not hard to figure who would know to play.

Peeking her head from the corner Naomi spotted George pressing the keys in perfect order, the piece George played was the first movement of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, it was the perfect song to play while trying not to disturb the people sleeping. Totally in the dark George played and Naomi from the shadows listen to the beautiful notes the piano struck. George truly possessed a talent music.

After what seems like a single hour passing George decided to finish off on a low note before folding the cover over the keys, instead of shoving the bench away to make room George instead just spun around rather than risk making noise. Picking up his shoes that he took off earlier George was about to leave the living room, but right when he came to the corner looked to find Naomi sitting patiently on the ground, or at least tried to. Fighting to keep her eyes open Naomi was on the verge of falling asleep with the box George gave a day before in her lap.

Carefully George slid his arms under Naomi to lift her off the ground, then carried her up the stairs, walked down the hall, and finally found her room. Entering George walks over to lay Naomi down on her bed, her head gently set on the soft pillow, pulling her blankets over her body all the up to her shoulders, but as he turned to leave with his box tucked under his arm, George felt his hand pulled back. Turning back he saw that Naomi caught him before he can leave, staring up at him with half open eyes.

"I looked inside the box," she told honestly, but left out the part where Kay was involved.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up on her bed, George joined her lifting up the lid to take out the tusk in clear view to both of them.

"What so special about a pig's tooth?" Naomi asked.

"This is from the first boar I killed," George recalled looking to it like it were a window to his past, "My uncle took me, he was from my mom's side. I think was no bigger than Alisa when I went, smaller maybe."

\Years Ago/

Far out in the backwoods of rural Virginia two hunters were trekking through the forest, one more older, seasoned man who's profession clearly aged him, wrinkles along his eyes, the roots of his beard and hair starting to grey. Following behind a much younger George hiked across the wilderness with his uncle, but by his age he might as well be his grandfather. George carried a rifle over his shoulder, a knife was strapped his belt, and the satisfying sound of the leaves crunching beneath his boots.

"George, get over here, boy," his uncle called out kneeling down to the soil. Joining him George looked down to the dirt where his uncle was inspecting, "See these tracks? they're still fresh that means it's too far, so watch your step and keep your voice."

Noding his head George followed keeping his eyes glued to the grounds seeing if anything he might step on by mistake, throughout this whole hike George hardly made a sound, it was something his uncle was starting to notice.

"You're awfully quiet boy," his uncle stated.

"I don't wanna scare the boar," George gave his reason.

"No, you have something on your mind," his uncle called him out on it, but before George could reply there was sudden snap ahead off them.

The both of them crouched down George's uncle waved him to get up front, slowly, carefully George came to see one of biggest boars he seen, bigger than the two of them combined.

"Get your rifle ready boy," his uncle instructed him.

Pulling the gun off his shoulder George pointed the barrel straight towards the giant beast. It pelt was thick, ragged, and dark, its eyes were beady compared to everything else on its massive body, with its curved tusks sticking protruding from its jaws, and its flat snout twitching as it sniffed the air.

"Remember what I told you," his uncle reminded him as George leaned his gun against a tree, aiming down the sights at the Boar's head, "Make sure your gun's loaded. Take a deep breath. And when you're ready, squeeze the trigger."

looking down the magnified lenses the boar turned its broad side towards them and George tighten his grip however the it felt as though he wasn't pressing against the trigger at all.

"Forgetting something?" his uncle reminded George of the step he clearly forgot.

Check your safety.

Embarrassingly George switched off his safety, took in another breath, then finally fired off a shot, a loud bang echoed throughout the forest scaring whatever bird was perched in the trees nearby.

After seeing the giant boar drop down harder than a sack of dry cement the two carefully approached the the beast, to what is supposes to be a proud achievement for taking down a monster pig, it was NOT a clean kill. When standing right over it the boar was now just choking on its own blood, George missed the spot where the boar's neck meets its head, and instead tore through its neck.

"I... I-I-I... " George stammered in guilt, failing to apologize to his uncle.

"Don't look at me boy. Finish what you started," his uncle told him.

His heart was rattling inside his ribcage so hard it made him shake, George cranked the bolt popping out the empty case, and racking in fresh around into the chamber, lowering the barrel George made sure this time to point it in the right direction.

*BANG!*

After a long trek back George and his unlce managed to drag the boar across the forest, backing up the truck George's uncle noticed how young George was staring off into the trees as if looking to a place that doesn't exist.

"Something on your mind, George?" his uncle asked.

"I'll do better next time... I promise," George answered like her rehearsed it before.

"You did plenty alright to begin, boy," his uncle told him in reassurance, "Remember, you're gifted with fast and steady hands."

His uncle mentions holding up George's palms, finger spread out like a blooming flower, but curled up the moment George saw them.

"But it's not a gift... if you gave it to yourself... " George noted, but that sounded like he was talking to himself. All alone.

"... I guess not... " his uncle understood what he meant, "But that makes it better," he stated holding his hands tighter, "You didn't need them to get where you are now. You didn't need them to get as good as you are now because you have something they will never have... "

"... What is it... ?" George asked now looking directly into his uncle's eyes.

There was a pause of uplifting emotion as George wanted to know what he has that they don't, but his answer was only responded with a light hearted chuckle. His uncle walked back to the truck with the dead boar laying right behind the tailgate, he reached for his tool box taking out a pair of pliers in which he used to rip out one of the large tusks right out from the beast's jaws, taking out a rag he wiped of the root before gifting it to George.

"Here," he handed the beautiful ivory tooth to the boy, "It might not be your birthday-"

"It is my birthday," George corrected, but he wasn't mad because he was used to it by now.

"Well then happy birthday," his uncle carried on trying to hold back the laugh in his lungs.

George took the tucks with pinched fingers admiring the surprising condition that boar kept his tooth in, there was hardly scratch to tarnish it's beauty, while his uncle took care of loading the boar onto the back George thought to himself. I will do better... but this time for a better reason.