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Chapter 2: Unintentional~

The day past quickly, like the world just wanted to get it over with. I couldn't complain though, it just meant I could get out of my house sooner.

"Dinner time!" My overly happy father said.

Glad to see he's his normal self, I thought, quickly changing into my ugly pink dress so I wouldn't be yelled at. It was long and had way too many laces and frills I had trouble getting it on, I HATED the dresses that Alexander got me and wouldn't normally wear them, but my family made me.

I sighed, putting my shoes on and hurrying to the dinner hall. I opened the door to find everyone waiting for me.

"… Sorry I'm late?" I said, not really meaning it.

"Oh it's all right dear, I'm will to wait to the end of time for my darling daughters!" My father said giving me an overly sugary smile.

"Me as well." Alexander said a small sense of pride seeming to sweep over him.

I merely sighed. "That's a long time." I mumbled taking my seat.

I leaned over in my seat. "Mia did you put something in the food to make them this way?" I whispered to the maid next to me.

She chuckled behind the platter now in front of her face. "No ma'am they're just happy ta' see ya'."

We sat and ate all the while Father and Alexander talking about random things, mostly politics, Becca and me. I stared at my soup contemplating the rest of the night and how happy I was to be able to leave the house for a while.

"Done." I said, and pushed myself from the table. "You Becca?"

She hesitated and glanced at dad and Alexander once or twice, "Let's go." She said quickly, getting up and heading towards me and the door.

Once outside I looked at me sister smiling. "Maybe we should change?" I said, more like a question then a statement.

"Good idea, I'll meet you back here in a 10 minutes." She turned and left, leaving me alone to go back to my room.

I ran (running in a dress is a bad idea mind you) to my room, pulled my cloths off as quickly as I possibly could and hurried to get dressed in more comfortable cloths, I wish they had pants for girls, it would be so much easier to just buy them. I pulled my short pants on, my shirt with sleeves that stopped at my elbows, my run down shoes which would need to be replaced sometime soon, and the hat that kept my hair from falling in my face and on my back. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a torn up cloth, I wrapped them around my wrists and ankles, covering my marks. I took a deep breath before running back to the hall for Becca.

"Took you long enough." She said sarcastically.

"Well sorry, Ms. 'I-don't-have-to-worry-about-weird-birthmarks'." I showed her the bandages.

She rolled her eyes. "Let's just go already." She said sighing then heading towards the door.

I smiled and followed, walking out into the frigid night air. "So where should we go?" I asked, getting closer to her with each step.

"How bout' the tavern? There's always something happening there." She said, eyes staying ahead.

I nodded.

The tavern was not far from where we lived, and there was always some sort of entertainment there. Whether it was the drunken men, the travelers with stories from all over the world, the news from around the city or just the stories we would tell each other, we rarely had a bad time.

We made our way into the building, it was surprisingly empty, no more the 10 people maybe. We took a seat at one of the many empty tables, and then something caught my eye.

"Becca." I whispered, putting a hand next to my mouth as if it would keep all others from hearing me. "Do you see those two guys over there?" I asked, pointing to a red haired boy and a white haired one.

"Yeah, I've never seen them around here, that one has white hair, how is that possible? He can't be much older than you." She said.

"Yeah, and that other one has an eye-patch." I said, looking at the red head.

"They're weird-----------." She dragged out the 'D' sound.

"They have weird cloths too…"

The white haired boy looked over at us; I quickly turned my eyes away. "They saw us." I said to Becca, voice almost inaudible. He looked away after a while, and we began to make observations again.

I heard a loud crash behind me, a scream, than the two boys jumped up from their chairs.

"I was wondering where all the akuma were." The red haired boy said.

The white haired boy said nothing, but ran toward an ugly looking monster. It face looked like a horrible mask, while there were cannon-like things protruding from every side of its body.

"What is that thing?" I asked, my body shaking. I had gone almost numb, but it wasn't from fear, it was something else. I felt a burning in my chest, it hurt to breath but I forced myself to stand, hoping I could get Becca so we could get out of the way of whatever that thing was… "Becca! We need to get out of here." I said, voice quivering from time to time.

"No shit Sherlock." She said, getting up to leave.

I reached my hand out to show I needed to help but the action was stopped short by me falling to my knees. I tried to get up multiple times but they were to no avail and I kept falling. Becca was nowhere in sight, in fact I couldn't anyone period. I wanted to yell, and I probably would have if I hadn't been shot through with missiles that had come from nowhere.

I looked at my arms; there were black stars that faded onto my skin.

What the… what the hell? I asked myself. I could have cried, but it wouldn't have changed anything, so I held my tears and bared my teeth, the pain was becoming unbearable, and had now moved to my arms and legs.

Then I felt something. A sharp pain that ran through my arms and down my back…

I screamed closing my eyes and waited a few moments before opening them again, the pain was now gone though, and so were the black stars. Something else was different too, my arms felt heavy, much heavier than they should have been. I looked down at them, scared of what I might see but having to know, I never expected anything like it in all my life…

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