a/n: SO! Happy New Year guys and I am SO sorry that i took forever to update this! But thank you to the very lovely, very sweet Aliniel for writing this chapter for a Secret Santa gift! ,,,with some slight edits made by me-

Also it was brought to my attention that all the shifts in tone and mood and from character to character is VERY confusing, so I just wanted to point out that this was somewhat intentional. I wanted to include other viewpoints from the characters involved, though the main focus is and always will be the growing relationship between Elsword and Aisha. Because...well, to main point of the story, while it mostly affects the two of them, also includes the people around them. Tomorrow is never certain. Things change. People grow. Even the ones we no longer keep our eyes on, for whatever reason.

With that in mind, I will try to update as much as I possibly can from here on out. Between work and life struggles, I just don't have the time to keep a regular update schedule (as if I had one to begin with LOL).

Anyway, I hope you all had a very blessed and wonderful start of the new year. And here's to all of your dreams coming true. Thank you all for being understanding (I hope), and I will see you in the next installment.

Many much love

~shine

~Uncertainty~

So far the day was being fairly boring. Aisha was lazily drawing, or rather attempting to; and her two roommates were working on who knows what kind of new invention. In her canvas you could see what would be a self-portrait. She just started it this morning, drawing the contour of a female with oil painting. But her peaceful art attempt was suddenly interrupting by strong knocking on the door. Wondering what was going on, she covered herself with the cleanest robe she could get from the floor and went to open the door.

It was Elsword, who barged in without giving much time for Aisha to say a word. He seemed angry, his face was distorted in a strong frown that seemed to have stuck to him. He was pacing in circles in her flat before Aisha finally convinced him to take a seat and say something.

"...I'm sorry," Those were his first words when he finally calmed down. "Elesis and I were just talking earlier, and it...didn't sit well with me."

Aisha took a seat next to him, looking at him with a worried look on her face, so convincing that when he looked up to her, he couldn't help but wave of her worry with a forced smile. Something that was a lot more like him.

"So...she told me why our father went M.I.A. Missing In Action. When someone gets lost during a mission," Elsword explained seeing her confused face. "And honestly I...I can't believe it. I got upset - furious! I just-" He stopped to take a deep breath, his anger was starting to appear again. "I just needed to get some air. I didn't know where else to go so I ended up coming here. I hope I m not causing you any trouble..."

"Oh, not at all! Don't worry about that. Do...you want to talk about it?" Aisha said, carefully pronouncing those words as slowly as she could as if they could set off an explosive reaction.

"Nah," Elsword said, back to his carefree attitude, although she could still feel some resentment over...whatever it was. "I don't really want to think about it right now, maybe later. I just needed to vent a bit. You can't imagine all the things I had to go through because he wasn't with us. Abandoning my sister, living and sleeping on the streets, getting into fights, trouble..." He started enumerating tiredly.

"But you have your sister with you now, don t you?" Aisha asked, trying to get some bright thoughts into his mind.

"Yeah but I can t freeload at her place forever," He answered back.

"Well, you can also come here if you want..." She added.

"Oh, is that an invitation?" Elsword smirked, raising his eyebrow.

"I-I didn't mean it like that!" Aisha shouted, and immediately looked away when she felt the warm red tone spreading on her cheeks. "What I meant was...that I won't allow you to sleep on the streets!"

"Relax, I know, I was joking." Elsword said with a laugh. "Well, I already feel a little bit better. It'll still take some time to process, but I guess I'll get over this eventually. Thanks Aisha."

"Ah- you re welcome. It s the least I can do after all." She said, and after seeing his curious face she elaborated. "You helped me out before, when I was so depressed about well, life. So I'm happy that I'm finally returning the favor."

"Oh, you mean that. It was nothing, really, however if you really want to return the favor, I might have some ideas-" He started to say, but was immediately stopped by her punching his shoulder.

"You're definitely better now," Aisha deadpanned, glaring at Elsword.

They spent some more time talking until Elsword finally felt like confronting his sister again and left. Aisha went back to the half done canvas. She moved it near the window to take advantage of the natural light just in time to see Elsword crossing the street with his hands inside the pockets. It would have been meaningless if it weren't because he stepped on something and overreacted to it in a way that made Aisha chuckle. Elsword wasn't the only one feeling a little better now.

Not to mention that she finally was able to help him back, which already made her feel a little better. She stared back at her painting, and while starting to pour purple colored oil over the fabric, she had the wildest of the ideas.

She stormed to her drawing supplies and started rummaging through the pile of used materials. Below dozens of empty paint tubes, dried oils and other unused stuff, she was finally able to bring out a plastic box. It contained a set of watercolors. She went back to the half done portrait and readied the watercolor palette next to her oil painting.

Oil and water are two different materials, they can never mi. One will always repel the other. She saw this effect when pouring olive oil on her food. The yellow droplets of oil would form pockets over the water without mixing. And now she wanted to try it on her canvas. She knew that the result would be a mess. However she was confident that the absorption of the fabric would be enough to at least keep the paint in place and not let it slowly slip away.

What she did was prepare her portrait with purple oil and then smear it with red watercolours. It took her a long while, but her new found inspiration was enough to make her have the base for her work somewhat ready before night. The result was starting to look like a formless mixture of purple and red. She thought about it. The purple oil looked so serious and sober while the red watercolor was so lively and bright. It was a good contrast of how her relationship was. She used to be this sad and serious until Elsword started bringing a lively color back to her life.

She wrote the canvas title on a label. Uncertainty . And let it dry in order to deliver it to Hoffman the next day.

It was the first thing she did in the morning, she got dressed and covered the canvas in a brown envelope before heading out for the postal office. Someone saw her going outside, carrying the newly done drawing across the street.

"I can t believe this...!"

Aisha turned the street and disappeared from view.

"Who's that boy anyway? Just a random, no good womanizer that appeared in her life all of a sudden, and they are getting along so well I can't believe it!"

"Can you stop that?"

Add was startled by the sudden voice, he didn't realize he was speaking out loud and looked back to the only other person in the room. Eve was sitting at her bench, with a bunch of cables and bolts in her hands, looking at him with an annoyed gaze.

"If you're not going to help, at least don't act so creepy. You already have Oberon and Ophelia on edge."

"I wasn't being creepy!" He protested, however he went back to look through the window, despite knowing that Aisha was nowhere to be seen already. It wasn't until Ophelia pulled from the back of his collar, peeling him from the window; that he stopped his stalker-like behaviour.

"Alright, alright! You can let go now!" He shouted at the Nasod maid, who quietly let go his shirt and returned to her mistress's side. "So, now that Ferdinand is ready what is our next project?"

"Another Nasod, of course," Eve responded.

"Yeah but what exactly?" He asked again, looking at the mess of spare parts spread across the bench as if they were going to magically connect with each other into a beautiful blueprint.

"I don t know, however we re going to need a power core for whatever we do so why don't we start working on that and see what we do from there?" Eve suggested, putting away the spare parts and bringing up an unopened box with a suspicious radioactive warning on one side.

Improvisation wasn't good at all for this kind of work, but it was way better than to stare at each other waiting for an idea to magically appear on their minds.

Still, Add thought to himself I should do something about this. I can not allow that pimp to have her after all we went through. He doesn't deserve her, after all. However I can t blindly act here

"Eve what do you know about Elsword?" Add suddenly questioned.

"Still with that?" She said. She wasn't happy for being distracted from her work again for this matter. It was about Aisha after all, and after all the pain that this man has caused her, Eve wasn't willing to do anything that would worse the situation. "Elsword is a guy I barely know at all, now let s get back to work."

"I feel like he has the wrong impression on me, that's all," Add said, keeping to himself the truth of his word. "I was thinking about speaking with him."

He was talking, but stopped when seeing the magnified annoyed face of her coworker through the magnifying glasses she was using to operate the power core.

I better make an appointment with him. Add thought to himself. He remembered that there's a dump of Aisha's phone contact list on Eve's computer from the many times she has to repair it for her. He just made some random excuse to use it and searched it up.

"I'm going to get some fresh air," Add said after a couple of hours, leaving his tools on the bench and walking out the room. He took his own phone and dialed the number that he sneakily got from the computer.

"Yes?" Elsword voice sounded on the other side. He may be confused about why was he getting a call from an unknown number.

"Hello, Elsword, It's Add. Look, I feel like we should have a little chat. I believe you and I got off on the wrong foot and, to be honest, I don't blame you for thinking ill of me. However, I would like to correct that. Say, what about we have lunch tomorrow on that trendy place in the center? The one Aisha loves to frequent."

"Hope's Bridge?" Elsword sounded confused, but sighed softly after hesitating somewhat. "Alright. How does 3 sound?"

"Sounds perfect. See you then." Add said before hanging up, grinning a malicious grin.