NAA: I've been lazy...

Elsa/Elesis: Like every other day?

NAA: Sh-Shut up!

Elsa/Elesis: NAA does not own Elsword.

Chapter Nine:
Of Foreboding, and Coincidences.

Third PoV

The glitter shook involuntarily as it's master glanced down his nose at it. Terror coursed through the Demon's body as it twitched a bit under the heated gaze coming from it's master.

"So, you're telling that not only did you allow the four other Demon I sent with you to die, but you failed in killing that meddlesome little girl? And then you allowed another brat to learn of our existence?!" The man's voice slowly rose to a shout, making the glitter's shaking worse.

The assassin nodded warily before realizing it's mistake. It began shaking it's head profusely in stubborn disagreement.

"Then, by all means, tell me what really happened." A smile filled with false reassurance crept onto the man's handsome features. His voice was silky, almost in a soothing way.

The glitter began it's recount of the tale in it's own language, stuttering and sputtering the whole way. The man watched in a bored fashion, blinking occasionally with a scowl marring his face.

"So, the 'red-head' doesn't know of my glorious master-plot?" The man rose from his ebony throne, a new light of thinking in his eyes.

"I could use this." A wicked grin stretched his lips, making the glitter shiver.

"Report to Fifth Division's commander; Uno Hound." The glitter nodded stiffly, marching out of the room as quickly as one could.

"This may work out just fine..."

Two days later...

Aisha's PoV

"Really? What a coincidence!" Aisha Ostrum exclaimed when I finished my account of Saturday's city adventure, throwing her arms wide.

"Why do you say?" I questioned, cocking my head and furrowing my brow.

"Well, you say this boy, Elsword, with red hair and matching eyes saved you, right?" She inquired, leaning close to my face.

"W-Well yes, he's been a bit of an annoyance this week." I muttered, looking down at the emerald grass. We were sitting under the leaves of a huge Pear tree.

"Well, this guy comes waltzing onto my- I-I mean, you're turf, acting like he's hot stuff and destroying glitter's left and right! And you'll guess his name!" I raised my eyebrows, curious.

"Elsword. With red hair, red eyes, and this monster of a sword!" She continued animatedly, making vague hand gestures and flapping her arms like a retarded bird.

"Really? So, we both met Ri's and Os' Elswords?" I pondered, frowning a bit.

"You don't think it's, like, fate or something... do you?" She mumbled tentatively.

"Maybe, but I don't really believe in that stuff." I stated, nodded in reassurance. "So, what about you? Anything interesting on your side?" I switched the subject, hoping she wouldn't continue to stress over it.

"Hmm, well other then the constant glitter attacks and Ri's Elsword, not really." Finger on her chin, she spoke in a dazed voice.

"Constant glitter attacks? What's the average amount of glitters in each pack?" An air of urgency rang in my voice, though I tried to conceal it.

"Ranging from seven, to around thirteen." She stated, looking confused. "Why?"

"Usually there were only five to seven, and they only attacked once or twice a month." Aisha Ostrum gaped at me, probably feeling extremely wronged by life.

"You mean, I should be bored out of my mind instead of running left and right defeating glitters and whatnot?" She growled, scowling at me.

"I-It's not my fault!" The words stumbled out of my mouth as I scooted away from my seething other self.

"D*mnit! If I could summon my staff here, you'd get a mouthful of dark energy!" She yelled, standing indignantly.

"Sorry, I thought it would be the same as usual." I mumbled, frowning.

"Whatever. Of that's all then I'll see you next week, I'm going to go get a potion from Allegro."

"Tell him I say 'hi'!" I called as she stormed off, disappearing with a flash of bright green light. I stood up, pacing to the sapphire door back to Os. Time to head back into chaos.

Later, after the school day...

I didn't talk to Elsword or Chung, I didn't feel like being all cheerful for either of them. Instead, I avoided everyone throughout the day, only waving a greeting to Chung when passing him.

The gash on my leg hurt like hell, but I managed to ignore it. Same with the cut on my shoulder. My pounding headache had gone away long ago, but it still hurt to think.

I walked back to my temporary home, eyes downcast purposely. As I passed the alleyway near the apartment building, I swore I felt a pair of eyes staring holes in my head.

I paused, glancing at the darkened passage. Nothing, as usual. I guess I'm being a bit overly self-conscious. But, you can never be too sure, what with glitters lurking around the city now.

I sighed, and continued forward, ignoring the angry muttering of the woman behind me. The streets were surprisingly quiet.

When I entered the building, Rena was talking to an extremely attractive man. He was tall, with dark hair, and a white coat. That's all I could see of him, as I was looking at his backside.

"Oh, Aisha! You're back~!" Rena called, waving at me energetically. I smiled sincerely at her as the man turned his gaze towards me. His topaz eyes were striking. I felt the air leave my lungs.

"Hi Rena." I waved, continuing to walk until I reached the stairs.

"Be careful when changing those bandages, Ok?" She said in a stern-motherly way. I laughed a bit, feeling content.

"Alright!" And I dashed up the stairs, taking them two at a time. I bounded through the door to Aisha Ostrum's apartment, and immediately went to open the curtains.

"Aisha! Let me out!" I heard Angkor yell from the bathroom. I smiled deviously, slowly approaching the bathroom door.

"But you never said sorry for what you did." I added a pout to my tone so as to piss him off.

"Fine, fine, I sorry I almost forced you into that extremely short skirt!" I scowled.

"That's not what I was talking about. When did you try that?" I sputtered, now thoroughly flustered.

"Uh... Never?" He tried, his voice squeakier then normal. I growled.

"Say sorry for the other thing and I might let you free."

"Ok, I'm sorry for almost force-feeding you that special-"

"That's it! How are you managing to do all these things without my knowing?! There's a word for that you know!" I exclaimed through the door, making sure he heard the anger in my voice.

"Th-There is?" He sounded intimidated. Good.

"It's called sexual. Harassment." I spoke slowly, making sure the words sunk in.

"How is that sexual harassment?! Sexual harassment is more like the time I tried to..." He trailed off, and I could almost picture his frightened expression.

"Tried to what?" I asked dangerously, already deciding he'd be getting another night in the bath tub.

"Nothing?" I sighed, walking around to the kitchen to get him some food. I would feed him almost his usual amount, but not enough to completely fill him up.

I grabbed a bowl and dumped some random food into it, knowing he liked a scattered diet (an aftereffect of the spell Aisha Ostrum cast on him).

I entered the bathroom, ignoring his pleas as I opening his cage just enough to set the bowl in it.

"You're staying in here until you apologize." I stated, striding out brusquely.

"But I did apolo-" I slammed the door shut on his sentence. Turning, I went to the bedroom. I had a shift at Speka's cafe tonight. For some reason she kept it open until 11:00.

Of course, Speka happened to be another dirty-minded girl, just like a certain blonde land-lady I know. So, the cafe's uniform consisted of a simple white polo, a pink, short apron, and a black skirt.

Just like everyone in this d*mn building, she liked the skirt short. Shorter than my comfort zone permitted. I sighed as I pealed off my school uniform, happy to be rid of it.

Then the cafe uniform came on. I vaguely thought of how I would need a shower when I got back as I pulled on a pair of white ankle socks.

I could hear Angkor's protests as I called a "See you" to him. Out the door, and down the stairs I went. I stopped momentarily at Rena's desk, the man was gone.

"Rena, who was that guy earlier?" I wondered aloud to her, setting my elbows on the hard surface of her desk.

"Oh, that was Raven. He's planning on renting a room." She smiled at me.

"How have those cuts been? They haven't opened up again, have they?" I shook my head; a gesture saying 'no'.

"They still hurt when I walk, and do stuff with this arm, but not too much." She nodded, fondly patting my head.

"Be more careful, wouldn't want you falling off more buildings, now would we~?" I laughed, a sensation filling my chest with her presence. I wonder if this is what it's like to have a mother?

Third PoV

A woman tediously sifted through an abundance of random items. She appeared to be cleaning out a closet, occasionally wiping away sweat from her brow.

Her crimson eyes flickered with anticipation. She had a very important job to do, something she hadn't realized would come so quickly.

As she cleared away the last stray shoe, a door was finally revealed. An enchantment had been placed on it long ago, when enchantments were still possible.

She smiled excitedly, flipping her cerise hair before pulling it into a ponytail. Gripping the knob of an oaken door, she twisted her wrist sharply.

The door swung open with nothing but a temporary, high-itched squeak. In this rather tiny, but so well hidden room, she found an individual object.

Also of a bright scarlet, the blade glinted as it basked in the new, artificial light of the hanging bulb. The woman smiled once more, squatting down next to the shimmering sword.

"Elsa, it's been far too long, hasn't it?"

NAA: MWAHAHAHA! A SORT OF CLIFF-HANGER IN A SORT OF FILLER!

Elsa/Elesis: So, I'm important to this story?

NAA: Very, I suppose you could say you're a plot-twist. Not really though, someone out there probably expected it.

To G123u: Yeah, well I imagine glitter demons to be extremely weak in this story. Like, a common enemy that's easy to deal with, heh. Yes, he stalked DW because HE LOVES HER- IMEAN, he... I dunno... Did it seem like he believed her? I didn't try to make it seem like that, oopsie. Yay~! RS is very popular, me and my friend stared at the picture of him on the downloading screen(I forced her to download the game) for like, an hour... The spamming of sandstorm and Awakening is a very good explanation, yes, as of now, it will be recorded like that in all the history books. That makes sense, I would probably do that if I learned a foreign language(or I'd be extremely lazy and just wing it). I never heard of that, but it sounds cool! This reply is getting too long, so I'll end it here.

To LightXV15: Thank you~! (short reply)

To Rosamanelle: I do not believe in luck, but I won't go into a rant about that for your sake. He was stalking her...? Probably... I would... I'm sort of scared of hospitals myself, but only because of the needles. So I guess I have more of a fear of needles then the hospital itself. I just typed the first reddish color that came to my head. You know, heat-of-the-moment. I have fooled your psychic powers?! I AM MORE MIGHTY THAN ANGELA! Yeah, that does sound stupid. Hmm, how about... Nevermind, I got nothin'.

To Look-It's-Your-Honor: I dislike you, go away or I will never read your new chapter.

Elsa/Elesis: ... That was kind of cruel.

NAA: You mean to Look-It's-Your-Honor? I know him in real life. He's stupid.

Elsa/Elesis: Ok then...

Toodle-Loodles,

~Not-Alone-Anymore