Author's Note: Kudos to Krin for showing me the errors of my ways. The story is written in first person. Thank you. I apologize for not updating, but I bring 2 chapters today, instead of one. I'm still alive.

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Hey, I remember this. Lakken and I met in the Fortress. Ironic, isn't it?

I wake up to the tortured screams of someone, a young man, in the chair outside my bars. I wipe my eyes, crawled off the bench and made my way to the bars. I stand for a while, watching as he is pumped with dark eco, Praxis and Erol hanging over him. I squint my eyes, as the chair is rather high up. I let out a gasp and nearly fall.

"The Dark-Warrior, Flea was right. He does exist," I stare for the longest while, observing. When they finally leave him, I return to my bench and run my fingers through my short, black hair. It's so gritty and dirty. I shake my head and lie on the seat, looking at the celing.

"How long till I get out? And where's Pin?"

Something clangs on the bars; I open one eye and glare angrily at the guard. At least, I think he's a guard. I see a man standing in front of me, holding the keys to the gate. Some Guard, he doesn't even have his armor on. Instead, he has on a leather jacket with the insignia on it, and a pair of cool, green eyes.

I sigh, get up and lean on the wall, facing him.

"And what do you want?"

He grins stylishly, like a fox, and twirls the keys between his fingers, "Aw, with an attitude like that, I could leave you in here for a couple more days."

I snarl coolly, and apologize. I can't believe I just did that. I despise the guard. I'm intently focused on glaring myself for apologizing, when I hear the keys clank in the keyhole.

I look up and grin. But that grin soon dissolves into a worried glance, "Where's my Pin?"

"What?" He cocks one of his eyebrows, "…Pin? Oh, you mean the fuzz ball!" He exclaims as he walks me over to another cell, where a very pissed Pin sits curled up in a corner. He sees me and howls as I kneel on the floor and pet him through the metal. I glare at the Guard.

"Let him out, Guard," I mutter.

 He sighs and looks at me, while turning the key, "I have a name, you know, not just "Guard," he twists his face up and scowls.

I laugh and grab Pin, who snuggles in my arms, "Alrighty then. What is it?"

"Lakken. You can call me Lakken and only Lakken."

I nod and take a mocking bow, "Yes, Sir. Lakken. Thank you for releasing us," and turn to leave.

"You're welcome, Miss…"

I spin on my heel and give him a sly grin, "Syrian. Miss Syrian, Sir."

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I guess I hate the Guard, but Lakken was all right. Not all the Guard are evil, right?

The next morning, I was out again, looking desperately for food, with Pin at my side. I find myself in the Bazaar, again, looking longingly at some apples laying on a stand. I decide to go over and grab some, but I have no money. So all I can do is stare.

"No way. You, again?"

I turn around. Lakken! I give a little snort and walk over to him, quietly, Pin sitting at my heels. He wiggles over to Lakken, and sits on his feet. I let out a little laugh.

"I guess he likes you. Anyways, what are you doing here?" I ask, slightly hoping we won't arrest me again.

Lakken looks at Pin, and then up at me and shrugs, "I'm on Patrol. Fancy meeting you here, huh?"

I nod slightly, "Sure. Whatever," I'm focusing only on the fruit standing all so lonely on the stand. It needs company.

He follows my gaze and lights up, "Hey, what do you say I buy you lunch?"

My face burns, so I grab Pin, and pretend to sneeze, instead of blushing. I grin as he walks towards to apple and pays the clerk, then comes back to me, holding the fruit. He even shines it with his amour. I laugh and take a bite, "Fanks," I mumble and grin.

"So, I shall pick you up at…0180 hours then?" He asks, staring at me gnawing away.

"…What…?"

He hangs his head for a moment, and puts his arm around my shoulders. I'm almost crushed by his weight, "I'll pick you up at six o'clock, and we'll head out for dinner. Just us. My treat."

I whimper, but not and smile. A free meal, who wouldn't pass this up, "Alright. I'll met you at Mar's Statue."