"It's been four days now… there must be something we can do," her eyes were of a blinding bright green… such as Tora's were (when not fully human), brows of a tan matching hair locks were arched down over them… Oasis spoke to Charles, she questioned him on how to approach Tora with the proposal of Kurt's passing.
"Oasis, we've done what we could with Kurt, and it's quite obvious that Tora is very attached to him… all we can do is wait. In due time, you'll have your answer," the professor took his brown orbs up to her face, which was passing between frantic and annoyed swiftly.
"If you ask me, little tramp's wasting her time… not that I'm surprised…" who other than Logan wouldn't stop to hesitate on such a unthought-of remark. A crinkling set of newsprint paper was within his grasp, the news being read while he listened to the discussion of Tora's sudden and alarming depression.
"Yeah… yo' wou'd say ignorn't shit like that…" Remy snatched the papers, or what he could, from Logan's thick fingers, disgusted he could spat such things about a fellow mutant under depression… as if he didn't have his own set of issues.
"That's arrogance for you…" Fyer rolled her hazed ebony eyes deeply, proving the point that speaking your mind shows a strong will… but is not always necessary…
One would think that a room full of beings concerned on Tora's health-as well as Kurt's-he'd have kept pride in close check for at least once… but that would've been asking for a miracle , "It was Kurt's own damn fault for not movin' away… and Tora doesn't have to sit there like a zombie day and night…"
Each twin-set of eyes were centered on Logan now… most of them exceptionally angry-looking. This, in turn, caused the reaction of his dark brow to raise above the other. Of course he did nothing wrong… he could have moved… She didn't have to vegetate in there all day…
Oasis came to him, promptly, her palm held in the air and just as her feet stopped before him, that palm passed through the oxygen air around them with great force and right onto his face. She slapped him, rather harshly as well, seeing as he was jerked over slightly, "You God damned bastard! Kurt couldn't escape! He tried! You and I both damn well know he may be a prankster, but he's not a fucking retard! …And Tora… how dare you say that after all you've lost! You son of a bitch, I wish you were the one dying, and I'd be ever-so-happy to see Tora dance on your useless grave with glee!"
Her palm way ready to bash him square on the face all over again, but he leapt to his feet before her anger had the chance to strike, "That bitch isn't forced to sit her ass in there all day and get more depressed by watching him die!"
"You should know better! But, I don't expect anything from a mindless fuck-tard with no damned heart!"
"Why don't you bite my ass, she has her own free will and we both know it!"
This would have gone as far as a bloodbath if it wasn't for Remy's hands pulling Oasis back and Fyer whapping her large webbed wing on Logan's arm… which was ready to deck-out Oasis if and when needed.
"This battle of haughtiness needs to end right now!" Charles made the last call, always. This time it was the final help to the approaching mutant-slaughter… it was odd really, he usually broke up an imminent fight between Logan and Tora… not Oasis Kaysa, "Logan, I am a very patient man but I will not tolerate such disrespect for one in pain!"
He took the time and paused to take in the room's atmosphere… as if he didn't know what it was-and who it was directed to. Fyer was glaring to him, her body right next to his but keeping a wing between them, made her distance. Scott stood close to Charles (of whom he already knew about on the situation), and though garnet shades blocked blazing orbs, the hint of downwards brows was enough.
The final two within the dim room where Oasis and Remy. The woman had her arms tightly folded beneath her breasts, her lips in a dark, downwards curl. Remy wasn't too far off from that, his only difference being a hand stroking Oasis' shinning hair. Normally, she'd care enough to complain, but rage made her blind.
It became clear they hounded him for an answer, though not verbally. If there was any way of slipping out of this without having to hear about it for two more weeks, he'd have to play it without the great aid of his conceit, "…Well, I…"
There were times he just couldn't think of continuing words, though, this time was not one, and it was obvious from the way his voice trailed slowly and his eyes centered on something outside the room.
"What?" Oasis snapped her word at his head, having little temper left to deal with his selfishness and ill-mannered games.
"There… Tora…"
The short sound of letter 'T' sent everyone's heads in the doorway's direction connecting the room they argued within and the halls to take one to the great building's sun-bathed entrance.
The black shadow stretched it's height much longer than the figure it was attached to did. Of course, the figure hid most of their body in brown cloak, their face brushed with strokes of black from the cloak's hood. Small, thin strands of ashen hair peeked from beneath the cloth, a sign it could have been her, but what was the sweet layer of frosting to this cake of the tip of a tiger tail dragging on the tilted floor, motionless, following its host body where it may take it.
The figure had stopped dead upon the name of Tora and stood silently, hanging head low and letting more deep-gray locks spill from inside the hood.
"Tora…?" Oasis took petite steps towards the cloaked woman, a slim hand was reached out to delicately curve over the other's shoulder, "Why aren't you with Kurt?"
"I have no place here anymore…" her voice was trembling beneath shadow, and her left hand began to curl over the cloth pressing on her chest.
The others, excluding Logan, vigilantly took to Oasis' actions and weren't far behind her. They had all heard what she spoke, and they all knew what she was doing, but only one had the courage to question it, Charles, "Why? Why are you leaving?"
Her head jolted to see his face quickly, the shadows masking most of her face had fallen and now her gleaming eyes were visible, and so were the damp lines on her own face trailing from them, "You… you said we could leave freely when we wish…"
"You can," nodding, his hand held out to her and the face she watched was kind, "I am just filled with curiosity."
The lime eyes of sadness were once more placed into unviable darkness and her body turned forward. She took one step, then another, and continued her walk out and away from this building, but just before she set herself into motion, before she turned away, her mind etched out the bed she sat by for the passing days and the young man she opened her soul to. She had few words to say, but she kept them in deep thought, 'I doubt normal humans will ever accept us…'
The large doors had long since closed behind her, the others staring down a lengthy, vacancant hallway to the door, small to them due to perspective. Scott was first to shift his body back into the previously, conversational room, Remy, Fyer and Oasis came after. Charles was last only for the reason of taking a step of curtsey and letting others pass before him.
"There, your problems are solved…" this sentence was more in a grunt form, which, came from Logan.
"You ass, this is worse… now we don't know what will happen to her…" Oasis wandered past him muttering this, stopping before Remy and snatching his hand for no apparent reason.
"She'll be back…" his next move was to take the pressure of himself and the moment by throwing the proposal of her return out.
"She won't…" the professor wasn't watching Logan while saying so, he was leaning over in his chair, elbows on his knees, hands folded and his index fingers brushing his lips, "I could feel it in her mind."
"She has to…" Oasis knelt to the shimmering tilted floors for a moment, the reason why fuzzy and white, the tiger cub Koneko pouncing softly into the arms of Oasis, "She left Koneko…"
"I think she left him purpously behind, to watch over Kurt." Charles was stuck on Tora's leaving, and the fact it was possible she wouldn't return. He was sure her body would never pass through these halls again… he would never say anything, but the amount of stress grew in her, his mind unable to block the reaching fingers of pressure within her. Kurt's situation must have been her final straw.
The body of a human was hiding beneath dark cloak now. Tora would rather not have more of a mutant-fuss, so she morphed her ears and tail away. No stripes were etched onto her skin, her hair, once a light ashen, was totally black now… a raven could easily camouflage itself within her flowing locks. Her eyes had always been portrayed as the brightest of lime, sparking glints shimmered like diamonds within them, but now, they were dark, hazed, and brown.
Her count of time had long-since disappeared since her departure, but her guess was at least two hours or more since she left. It would have been less of a heartbreak if warmth of sunshine was beating on her cloak, other than the constant tapping of rain droplets. So many umbrellas, the colors were amazing. She was the only one, wandering with the current of people with no protection from the ice shower, curses were hissed for ever thinking of leaving, but it was far too late to turn away now. Not only did her ignorance compel her to ditch, but it excelled so far as to leave her first true friend behind. Koneko was the only thing left of Tora at the institute, left behind in the hopes that if Kurt ever did arise from the hold of Death, at least Koneko could be the first sight his golden eyes would take.
The droplets grew heavier and the storm's breezes kicked up once more. The cloak was utterly uselessly now, the thing was perhaps more soaked than Tora was. The next thing on her agenda was to get to China. It was her home, whether or not she never lived a childhood there, she had roamed it's mountain lands during the early days of spring, and now, it drew to fall. Snow would fall there… no matter, her fur in her anthro body would shield her.
However, getting to such a place without money, or even knowing she would have to fly on a plane, was going to prove to make her quest difficult, and, to her dismay, possibly impossible. She definitely couldn't get anywhere now, the night looming close and wet clothes dragging her down.
The alleyway she ducked into was narrow and dark, though the rain had decreased significantly, so she stayed. It was cold, the ground was alive with rats, and her only bedding was her own soaking cloak, but, it's what she chose when she took off, and she had to pull through it.
The shroud made a sharp slap sound as it fell off Tora's body and rested upon the ground around her feet. Oh, how she desired to change back to being the slightest bit feline, she felt like just a weak creature being a true human (so to speak). It made her feel so plain, so defenseless, like the smallest child could knock her down, and she hated this feeling with all her heart.
She knew better though, after the episode leading to Kurt's current state (or a least the state he was in before she left).
Her legs still kept her high from the paved Earth, her body was quivering too much to be sitting, and her mind too violent to be sleeping. All she could do was let her backside fall onto the wall of a building, which was the other half making the thin alley. Her eyes, so dark they were black in this dim light, were set to the pavement she stood upon, watching the ripples within small water puddles from rain.
Acute sense of smell had been taken from her along with everything else making her different when she had morphed to total human, eyes, once capable of seeing through the darkness of night now were just as good as any man's, so it was no wonder she could not sense another being slyly moving to her under the cover of shadow. If she had all her enhanced senses, his presence would have long since been noticed, but she couldn't risk the batch of wandering normal people to see her for what she was.
The other presence occupying the lean space between two towering buildings reached a hand to her, the heat from his palm would have been noted if she weren't human, and surely the reflection of the small amount of light on his eyes would be flashing in the corner of her own orbs, but, again, the boundaries of humans kept her clueless.
It was only when her body was aggressively torn from the fall and pressed right up against the mysterious man did she realize she meandered into a occupied alley. It was more glum than before, the tip of the setting sun hidden beneath a shroud of raging storm clouds, and darkness kept her sight limited. Is this the thing many of her ally mutants warned her of about city night-life? She couldn't think of the word, but Oasis had told her first never to walk into dark lanes in the dead of night. So many lost souls, mostly of male, prowl for something they lost, or perhaps closure for a broken heart leaving them to the streets.
The word came to her mind instantly as the next event was played into her life. It seemed so swift to happen, but once it did and she was living in it, it never ended. The shadowed man had taken her jaw line and titled it upward, just enough so he was capable of sealing his lips onto her, which held light beats of rain drops.
To be concluded…