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Kapitel 2: Traveling
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Messy brown hair the color of warm chocolate with eyes the color of dark tree leaves with the sun illuminating them. Skin lightly tanned from being outside and a feminine like body many would think this to be a girl, but they're wrong. This is a boy around the young tender age of fifteen. He wore a black jeans, collar neck high long sleeve, dark brown shoes, and a thin silver chain holding a cross.
Besides him was a much taller man with spiked blonde hair the color of wheat stalks illuminated by a setting Sun, eyes the color of the ocean, and skin lightly tanned.
He wore a long black coat the sleeves having been ripped off, a collar neck top underneath, black jeans, and combat boots. Hanging on his neck was a silver chain a cross hanging from the center.
The two males glared at one another.
"And I say we should have accepted the caravans invite!"
The blonde looked annoyed, " Yeah! And what give away our whereabouts when we- you!- need to avoid that Ayanami guy!?" The brunette looked frustrated but gave up arguing knowing the blonde had won this round.
He crossed his arms and sighed. The blond looked at him smugly.
"Y'know brat is not like walking for another few hours is gonna hurt you," He ruffled the brunettes hair walking farther ahead as the other tried fixing his hair.
"Frau!" He ran trying to keep up with the other.
"Yah brat?" Frau asked lazily, not seeing the kick aimed at his head.
"How long is it going to take you to remember my name?" Frau rubbed the back of his head whispering something about "Annoying brats".
"I'll keep calling ya a brat till you grow a few inches ." A vein could be seen pulsing from the top of head as Frau teased him about his height despite already being fifteen years old.
He walked further ahead arguing with Frau as the continued traveling.
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They arrived in a small town nearby the boarders of the second district by nightfall renting a single room with two beds deciding to only rest there for a few days.
The two were lying in their respective beds turned away from one another but neither one asleep.
"Frau," Teito called out to his companion. He received a small "Yeah, brat" in response.
"Do you think we'll find the other ghosts?"
There was a long silence that lasted a few minutes before Frau decided to answer.
"I dunno brat. The reason we ultimately split up was because we couldn't stand one another. It's really gonna depend on you; whether or not they'll want to come with us, or if they even want to be found."
A pause. "Hell it even took me a couple of months to wrap my mind around the thought of traveling with you to go find those bastards."
Teito remained silent his eyes softening with what appeared to be sadness.
"But," his voice was so soft it would be impossible to hear,"Weren't there good times too...Times that you miss...?" For a second he recalled all the annoying, yet great, times Mikage pulled some stunt that would magically involve him. He smiled quietly tears gathering at the edge of his vision.
Frau heard his question and simply replied with a quiet, "Go to sleep brat." They closed there eyes and slept.
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Inside in another hotel room talking was a young man with copper colored hair, circular frames, and a dark colored coat carrying a large bag while smiling at the young girl with rose pink hair and eyes wearing a fancy red dress will frill like cuffs.
"Today's performance was a great success don't you think?"
Her response was a small musical sound of agreement. He chuckled softly.
"Yes. Tomorrow will definitely be a busy day. Best get as much rest as possible."
Again her response was a low tired musical note.
"Good night Razzet."
The lights turned off.
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My wings are silent
flapping wildly as I try to break away from these thorns
These roses are strings wildly pulling at me
controlling me
My body is not mine
Not mine to move
Not mine to love
I am simply a doll moving at my owners will
My strings are those of wild vines spiked with ruthless thorns
The siren sings calling me to her and I find that I can no longer fight against these strings that have ensnared me