Sunlight filtered into my room through the window, hitting me directly in the eye and causing me to wake up from my pleasant, dreamless slumber. I cursed the fact that I didn't close it from the night before, again and turned over in my bed out of the path of the beam of sunlight and settled into my covers. Closing my eyes, I tried to go back to sleep but two things were prohibiting me. One was the fact that I needed to hurry up and get ready to go to town. The other fact was that it was far too quiet in my cottage now. Usually, around this time, I could hear Aoba sneaking around in the kitchen trying to cook breakfast without waking me up. He and Noiz would be quietly chatting about Thioriginell knows what while I walked in, trying to intercept Aoba's attempts to cook. At first, while I was still healing, Aoba would force me to sit down and chill with his weird voice magic (at least that's how it felt like). But as I continue to heal at a phenomenal pace, Aoba eventually let me back into my own kitchen to cook breakfast. I sighed wistfully as I thought of the two men that left my home a few days ago. Even though its been a short while, their presence is already missed.

Shaking my head, I reached over to my nightstand for my glasses. I didn't bother with my mask and bandanna since it was just me now. I crawled to the edge of the bed and sat there before stretching out my sleep riddled body. I relished in the feeling of not being covered in oozing burn blisters. By now, everything was back to normal on my body. I looked down at it and gave a quiet huff at the sight of my grey skin. In the sunlight, the black markings seemed more pronounced, covering the span of my body in harsh lines. Tracing one of them, I thought back to the day I obtained them; it was day full of surprises, if I may add. Aoba said the "tattoos" became me- they suited me in a way that it would no one else.

Considering that Thioriginell gifts these markings to only his people, I can see where that sentiment comes from. It should only suit me.

That thought brought back memories of a time that I was at my wits end, that I was so close on giving up on what little I had. But then a tiny voice in my mind pushed me not to give into despair. My conviction grew and so did the markings that took a hold on my body. But even though this tribal markings are a sign from my god, I still can't help but to regard them with distaste- they are also a manifestation of something I couldn't stand.

I clapped my bare cheeks, the sudden pain bringing me out of my far from pleasant revery.

"I need to pack and get ready..." I mumbled to myself.

I'm going to town after all.

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This shower would feel so much better if I had hot water, I thought to myself, very much disgruntled at the fact that my expensive as fuck generator is broken without repair.

After packing up a majority of my items, I decided to take a shower in preparation of going to Morinoya. Cleanliness is virtue, at least according to Aeron and Adara it is.

Upon arriving home after dropping the duo off, I risked checking on the generator, this time prepared for any repercussions that may occur. But after working with it for a bit, it was a rather anticlimactic discovery to find out that the machinery wasn't going to work any time soon. I tried not to ponder too hard about who could've done the damage without being electrocuted or hurt trying to pierce the metal- it was rather obvious, despite me attempting to deny it. Images of white and metallic flashed through my mind unbiddenly causing me to pause in scrubbing myself.

"We love you," they would whisper with each declaration of their so-called "love", "We're making you better."

I would scream and squirm, cursing them in my native tongue at the pain they were causing me, both physical and emotionally. My broken sobs and their sadistic, gleeful laughter filled the air in a terrible discord. Blood was everywhere and not all of it was mine-

I gasped as I suddenly came to. I noted that I was currently crouched on the ground with my head buried between my knees underneath the cold spray of water. With a shuddering gasp, I slowly stood up on shaky legs and inwardly groaned as I realized that I was in the midst of having a panic attack. I stood underneath the cold water in an attempt to calm down.

Today is starting off just great. I thought sarcastically.

But still, compared to the shit I've been through, this panic attack was practically nothing.

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Once I was calmed down enough, I dried myself off and put on a simple attire of a yellow hoodie that had "OPPAI" inscribed on it (it was a gag gift that I received from Athan a year ago) with black jeans and combat boots. After getting dressed, I grabbed a few more items off of my desk- files of the people Manzo assigned me, my earpiece, and my coil. I rarely have the thing on since all the contacts I have are people that are very busy, so I was surprised to see the notification for several missed calls from Aeron and Athan. I hummed thoughtfully at this.

Athan said that the Aeron was on an assignment, I thought as I began to ring up the latter, He rarely calls people while on missions...

When the call went to voicemail, I became a tad worried. I left a message saying that I was going to spend a couple of days in Morinoya before ringing up Athan. I was met with the same results and left the same message for him as well. I pursed my lips as I reached inside the chest beside my desk to remove some more clothing; something tells me that I'm going to be gone longer than originally planned. After seeing that all the clothing and basic necessities were packed, I began to walk to the shack behind my house, intent on taking a few more items with me.

I opened the creaky door and sighed in happiness at the familiar sight that greeted me upon my entry. On the walls were an assortment of items: bow and arrows, shot guns, semi-automatics, fully automatics... But those fire-arms wasn't what I was looking for. On the wall right across the entrance laying innocently on a small inn table were my babies. At glance, they seemed like a regular pair of semi-automatic pistols and if I were to be truly honest with myself, they were. One of the pistols was silver with oak brown grip panels. The other pistol had a silver slide with its bottom half being black. They both were empty of any bullets, this being shown in how their slides were drawn back exposing the barrel.

Walking up to the table, I picked up the guns and admired them for a moment with a happy smile. The reason they were so special was because of the person who gave them to me. My eyes became lidded at the memory of the Asian-American presenting me these two guns three years ago. He gifted them to me right after we finished moving my stuff into the cottage. At first, I was hesitant in taking them; Manzo had helped me so much for the past six years and yet I couldn't give him not one thing. He chuckled at my sentiment.

"You can give me the peace of mind knowing that you're going to be safe in these woods," the black haired male said as he pressed the guns into my hands, "by taking these."

I pouted as I gripped the guns carefully. I looked at them in the afternoon light that filtered in through the large window that took up most of the living room's front wall. I gave a sigh and looked up with a faux glare at the man before me.

"I'm perfectly capable of defending myself, thank you very much!" I sneered snootily, "I have the power of a million gods in my favor!"

My words packed no heat as I tossed my head back with a harrumph. Manzo gave an exasperated chuckle at my actions and shook his head. My cheeks felt overly warm as I watched him grin toothily- the scar spanning from below his ear to his chin was more pronounced whenever he smiled but I couldn't really care less. He may seem average to some, but to me he was-

"Anyway," Manzo continued, breaking me away from my revery, "Just be sure to be safe okay? Follow Aeron and Adara's advice regarding your finances and health."

His expression then turned stony, "However, dismiss what ever rubbish Athan tells you."

I gave a chuckle at Manzo's statement regarding the bloke. I will admit that Athan and I have gotten into some pretty sticky situations because of me following Aussie male. Each time we got into trouble the Asian-American always pointed the blame towards the brown haired male, never getting mad at me for the trouble that was caused.

"Come on!" I said, defending the Australian, "He can say and do some pretty inspiring stuff sometime!"

"Sometimes," the dark haired male replied with disdain laced in his voice, "The other half of the time, he's chasing the closest piece of ass and sprouting nonsense about "sharing the love"."

I gave a weak laugh. What he was saying wasn't a lie.

I shook my head, disengaging myself from the memory.

I really need to get a handle on the random bouts of daydreaming, I thought as I begin load the guns with the bullets I left out the night before. Don't want that to happen while something important is happening.

Once the pair of semi-autos were loaded and the safety was turned off- I don't want it to accidently go off in my pack- I went back inside to grab my stuff. Then I was off to Morinoya.

At the edge of the clearing however, I paused to look back at my cottage. I furrowed my eyebrows as I felt my eyes tingle as a slightly ominous air came about. After contemplating for a moment, I went back to take a few more things with me even after doing such earlier. I'm starting to believe that I won't be coming back here for a long long while.

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{AN: Happy belated New Years everyone! I hope everyone is enjoying this holiday weekend! Unfortunately for me, however, my break off from school is quickly coming to a close-! TT~TT So with that, my update schedule is going to be slow. But alas! DVT shall continue on as we enter the next stage of the story~ *wink wonk*

So see you on the next update~