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Summary: They shouldn't have met. It wasn't in fate's cards, but then again fate wasn't always the best at playing the game.

Chapter Start

The waitress set a glass of whiskey I hadn't ordered on the table making me look at her with a raised eyebrow. She merely smiled saucy, "One of the gentlemen over there," She waved a hand at the counter, "Paid for it."

I snorted softly and rolled my eyes, "Tell them thanks."

It was a free drink after all, so who was I to care. I took the glass in hand and began to drink it as I ran my fingers over my newest drawing. Paris was nice and allowed me to see things that I didn't normally see like a veela pleasure house. A goblin run casino was one of the best places to visit if one wanted to waste time. It was nice, but the mundane side drew me far more than the magical side. It allowed me to move around far easier since Death Munchers Anonymous wouldn't set foot here. It was one of the major reasons as to why I decided to come here. I sighed softly before shaking my head to clear my thoughts as I took a sip from the drink. A rich chuckle was heard as the chair across from me was pulled back and someone sat down. I looked up from my drawing and gave the male across from me a raised eyebrow as he said, "It's a pleasure to see you again Frost."

"A pleasure to see you again Tyki," I echo before asking, "What are you doing here?"

I eyed the suit he wore as he chuckled again with a disarming smile that set me slightly on edge, "I could ask you the same thing," The golden flecks in his eyes seemed to shine through just a bit more, "What are you doing in the slums of Paris?"

"The same thing anyone is here for," I answered as I raised my glass, "To drink and get away from life for just a few short moments,"

His smile widened into a grin at that, "Then we're here for the same purpose."

"Oh trouble with the wife?" I asked expectantly because even I had to admit he looked too good to not be taken.

"No," He snorted as I stared at him in surprise, "I just wished to spend time away from my family,"

My heart ached at the mention and a small amount of irritation built up within me as he sighed with a grimace, "Oh."

"What about you?" He asked with an easy smile, "Trouble with the husband?" I snorted causing his smile to widen slightly, "Trouble with the family?"

I felt my irritation grow even as I answered him with a flat, "No."

He frowned slightly, "Then why?"

"A person has more reasons to get away from life then troubles with either family or love," I answered with bitterness clinging to every word no matter how much I tried to keep it from surfacing.

"And what is your reason?" He annoyingly pressed on causing my already thin patience to waver.

"It is not something you should concern yourself with Tyki," Was my icy response as my eyes narrowed, "Especially since you and I aren't close,"

"I would like to be close," He answered as he leaned slightly over the table.

The patience I had been struggling to keep snapped like a single thread holding up an anvil and I stood up with a glare. He seemed surprised as I bit out, "It would be best if we separated now Mr. Mikk. I do not appreciate men such as you in my company."

With that, I turned and walked away from him with a low growl.

Tyki

He stared after her once again as she paid her bill and left the place. He hadn't expected her to be in this bar of all places since she had managed to evade him for the last week and a half, but couldn't stop himself from wanting to speak with her. It intrigued him as he saw the sadness in her eyes at the mention of family. The flat tone of her voice had shocked him. She didn't seem the type to be able to do that so easily, yet she had. The fact she seemed to be immune to him when he was the Noah of Pleasure made his interest grow since very few had ever done so before. The low growl she gave off had only made the interest he had grow. A low, predatory grin stretched across his face as he watched the last white strands of her hair disappear through the closing door. He repeated his words from after the first meeting, "It will be interesting."

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