Anusias Usually Mean Trouble (Tag: Seymour, Haruka)

It was a normal Monday in the marketplace. The majority of the customers milling around the stalls were women and children, as well as a few unemployed men. It was in this not so busy marketplace that Airen was, scanning the stalls for something in particular. How hard could some warm bread be to find? Obviously harder done than said. The Flying Fox sighed in exasperation and ran a hand through her orange hair. This, of course, made her right wing become fully extended and painfully obvious. Airen knew this, but truly didn't care. "Let the people look. They're going to have to get used to seeing stuff like this."

Was that....? Yes, yes it was! The smell of warm bread wafted her way on a breeze, and the hungry woman followed it. A stand near the middle of the crowd of vendors displayed a large array of baked goods. Pastries, breads, bagels, basically anything bread-like you could dream of on a food stand. Airen started towards it, only to have her shoulder grabbed by someone behind her. Spinning around, she turned to see who it was.

A blond man sneered down at her. He was flanked by a brunette and a younger blond. His brother, perhaps? "You're not from around here, are you?" The blond asked, letting go of Airen like she was hot to the touch. The Puran put on a tense smile. Lesson number one in the clan, be friendly. "No, I'm not. Now if you will excuse me...." Airen turned to leave. As she was beginning to walk away, the man grabbed her wrist and pulled her back close. "Maybe we should give this girl a Rivendel welcome. Am I right boys!" Something told Airen that this man didn't want to sell her some bread. Her eyes narrowed as her body tensed, getting ready for a fight.

Not many seemed to concerned about what was taking place right in fron of their faces. Only one little boy seemed interested at all. A boy of about 14 years of age, with oddly colored light blue hair, and a bushy tail flicking about behind him. He had been observing the Puran from a distance, pondering about her odd appearance, 'Could she be like me?' was a question he had to have answered. But before that could happen, a group of terribly familiar boys started roughing her up a bit. But this little blue-haired boy knew them quite well. In fact, it wasn't rare for him to be in the same position as the woman was in right now.

"Hey!" The boy squeaked in his young innocent voice, but got no response until he had thrown a rock at a boy's head, "Leave her alone!"

Airen's gaze wandered to behind the blond's unmoving head. Her gaze softened when she saw a blue tail swishing out behind the boy. Another like her? What was he doing here?

The blond's head mechanically turned to look at the boy, the sneering smile wiped clean off his face. "You." The lead man let go of Airen to grab the boy on both the shoulders, near his neck. The blond guided the blue haired boy roughly towards a wall. The younger blond and the brunette took a hold of Airen's upper arms, making sure she didn't escape. "Your going to watch as we mess up your little freak friend over here." The Flying Fox struggled against her captors. Her arms weren't nearly as strong as her legs, and her blades were out of reach. Her captors pulled her arms open like a Chinese fan, and the brunette whipped open a switchblade. The veins in the puran's wings were visible as the light behind her hit them. The girl struggled still, trying to pull her arms away and kick at anything close to her.

The little boy, Seymour, grew alarmed and started kicking and screaming, "Stop! Don't!" He swiped at the boy with his claw-like hands, trying to break free. He knew if he could get a running start these pack of misfits would flock to him like wolves hunting a lone sheep. He only had to squirm his way out of this mess. Seeing harm come to this lady was just unthinkable, and far too horrible to allow. He let these kids pick on him, but letting them pick on others was something Seymour couldn't allow.

Mr. Alcotte heard a commotion upon walking in that direction, his hat hid his red eyes which were covered in custom made and yet very expensive glasses. Never had he thought such a commotion would break out, not in this time of year or was it just the time?. Mr. Alcotte smirked a very sinister smirk as his hat which seemed near british made of some kind made a black shadow hiding his upper part of his face. He wore a black trench coat which hit the floor and long black jeans along with black shiny butler type shoe like boots with a gold pocket watch chain hanging from his right pocket. Gloves which would suit a butler was over both of his slender hands and he cackled a rather shady cackle upon walking over to where the commotion was taken place. He even held a suit case, in all specific terms he looked very shady and not to mention dangerous.

"Tsk, tsk peace seems to not at all exist in this world now does it? Do I have to skin a person and drink their kidneys?" Mr. Alcotte didn't like that thought very much but he said this none the less to see what kind of reaction he would get from every one, also he seemed to be the tallest one their and his left hand held his hat down while his right was holding the brown and gold sort of silver crested suit case which would seem to hold a lot of cargo of some special kind.

Airen stopped her struggling when she heard an unfamiliar voice speak. That man just radiates shady vibes... At that moment in time, the puran didn't know if she would rather be with Mr. Shady or the group with a knife. The blond holding back Seymour glanced over his shoulder when a long shadow was cast over him. His eyes widened at the sight of him, his grip leaving its place on the young man's shoulders. The younger blond holding onto Airen's arm whimpered and let go, running over to his older brother. "Wh-Who are you?" the leader questioned. Even though he was just street scum, he was trying to hold his ground the best he could. Airen and the brunette stood still at the sight of the tall man, any thought of the knife abandoned.

Seymour fell to the ground, his ears becoming visible as he looked up, passed the two boys and up at the frighteningly shady man. Seymour's eyes widened in shock, and began trembling, still low to the ground so as to draw little attention to himself. His ears drew back to show his fear of this stranger. He was scarier than these street kids.

Mr. Alcotte cackled still making his shoulder vibrate under the trench coat he wore, he was delighted to know that the attackers were scared out of their wits at the sight of him and that was all he cared about. Keeping calm and still playing as the big bad dangerous man he lifted up his suit case and grinned rather ghostly if not haunting. Swiftly he took a step forward and as if magic, there was 5 silver blades in his left hand which use to be holding his hat down and he grinned even more as he responded to the queston.

"Who am I? You have never heard of the character of shades who likes to gut his prey and place their organs into this suit case?" Mr. Alcotte lifted his suit case with his right hand and he chuckled a little. "Anyone interested in becoming my first victim or am I just going to have to take all of your organs?."

This was a day that Airen would look back on and laugh at. The look on her captor's faces were priceless. They all had wide eyes and slack jaws, and all of them turned a ghostly pale. Without another word, they all turned tail and ran, leaving a very frightened looking cat boy, a bat with its wings open trying to look intimidating, and a creepy man with an organ filled suitcase.

How could bread bring all of this upon Airen?

She was silent for a while, regarding her fellow Puran and this strange man in front of her. She slowly lowered her wings/arms, and tilted her head curiously. With a voice that was half filled with fear, her Puran instincts got a hold of her and forced her to say, ".....Thank you." Airen glanced over at the strangely clothed, mostly blue figure, and offered him a hand up.

Thoughts of the lady vanished as he watched the other kids run away, and in a fleeting instance, followed after them, though in a much more nimble and quick fashion then they. But once he met a certain alley, he turned a different direction than them and ran towards what he believed to be his safe haven.

Mr. Alcotte sighed and placed his silver daggers up and taking off his hat he fixed his hair underneath it which in turned showed his face. Lies always seemed to be the best way to intimidate people, well it worked for Haruka since he didn't always like to run into battle unless him or his friends were provoked. Sighing, he adjusted his glasses and he smiled rather friendly like as his right hand placed his suit case down at his side along with his hat.

"Well, that seems to have worked out well?." Mr. Alcotte was talking about the rescue not to mention the boys sudden departure. Maybe he placed to much feeling into that lie?. Blinking once, he looked to where the boy ran off to and then to the girl who he had saved as he placed his left hand over his chest and bowed politely. "I am glad that you aren't hurt."

Airen stared after where the bot ran off, making a mental note to chase after him later. The puran turned back to the man, and flinched in surprise when she saw him bowing. Nobody ever bowed to her, even if it was the polite thing to do so. After all, Airen was just a lowly Puran, someone not worthy of such respect. Well, at least that was what she had convinced herself of.

Blinking in surprise, Airen scratched the back of her neck in uncomfort. "Thanks for coming around when you did. We were in a tough spot back there...." Even though her demeanor might say otherwise, Airen still didn't trust this man. Sure, he had saved her and the blue haired boy, and even showed respect but who knew what his intentions were. Well, at least Airen was sure that he didn't want to ''Drink her Liver''.

Seymour came to a stop near a large crate with a decorative circus logo along the side of it. He glanced back, and hastily popped it open. The side board swung down and he slid in, closing it carefully behind him so as not to smash his fingers between the wood.

Mr. Alcotte blinked once, he still felt a odd aura from the both of them and after a moment or two his ears caught something closing and he guessed the boy hid himself in a box of some kind. He straightened himself up and bending down on one knee he opened his suit case which held everything for on the road. Skimming the blue velvet material inside the suit case he checked on his black box which held all of his equipment for his eye care including a cleaning cloth and case for his glasses which were the only one he has.

"I'm just glad no one was slaughtered or strangled. Even more so, I was concerned for your health. " After saying this he seemed to sigh as he said more to himself then to anyone else. "Blast it all, I have forgot to go and get fish oil as well as cooking oil." Rubbing his temples which made his glasses shift. It would seem he would have to go to the market to buy some more oil and other items made or ment for cooking.

Concerned for their health? Was there really someone out there that actually gave two cents about other people? Whatever, those thoughts were not something she should be mulling over now. Airen's ears were that of a normal human, so she couldn't hear the box shut. Still, she wondered where the young man had run off to. The puran stood in silence for a while before folding her arms at her sides, her hands grabbing onto the back of her neck. It was the most comfortable position for her wings to be in, other than when she was flying. Still keeping the kind act up, she continued after the man in glasses. "I wish I could repay you somehow, but I don't think I would have anything of value to you. My name's Airen, by the way." What was the cat's name? She wondered. The Flying Fox pushed the thought aside and focused on the present.

Mr. Alcotte stood up after closing his suit case and after a moment or two he looked to Airen in a rather calm way. Grinning with his eyes closed, he couldn't help but tell her his name since it was in a good natured person to do so or something in that matter. Being raised as a butler with the Mafia for 16 years does have a way of growing on you and your manners. So, it would seem.

"My name is Haruka Alcotte. It is a pleasure, Ms. Airen." Mr. Alcotte opened his eyes and picked up his suit case along with his hat that he wore earlier. Manners made him the man he was and often times he seems to lose his manners at times. It varies of course of the people not to mention how they feel of being treated in ways that seem to be higher than his own.

The puran was still unconvinced about this man's intentions, but decided to allow him a little trust. After all, he had saved her and the boy. Speaking of the boy.... "I hate to ask, but did you see where the little boy ran off to?"

(Geh, short post sorry >3<)

Mr. Alcotte looked to the alley and pointed in that direction with his eyes well hid behind his glasses as he points to where the boy ran off to and for all he knew the boy lived in a box or hole. Maybe even a large trashcan. Shivering at the thought, that was no way for anyone to live. Getting all dirty and wearing clothes made of rags. No, not to Haruka's point of view. "I think he went in that alley and you may should try looking in all of the boxes and vice versa."

(It is alright! ^^)

Airen bowed her head some in a show of respect. "Thank you, Mr. Alcotte." The Flying Fox turned to go find the young man but stopped once she thought of something. How rude of her not to invite the man along! Or at least say a proper goodbye. Her father would have been ashamed of her. Looking over her shoulder, Airen called back to Mr. Alcotte. "Would you like to come with me?" It was courteous of her to ask, and that was the only reason she did. Well, the only conscious reason. Back in her mind, Airen knew that she wished he would come along so that she could have companionship, even though she didn't necessarily like people.

Mr. Alcotte's face lit up as he closed his eyes and grinned in a pleased manner as he walked over, or in more terms walked-skipped over with both of his gloved hands holding his suit case and his hat secure on his head. "I would love to, after all I need to apologize to the small boy." As he followed after Airen his body was leaned in her direction but his arms and suit case were behind him almost giving him that 'Wait for me!' posture.

A small smirk tugged at the corners of Airen's lips. She didn't say anything else, but waited on Haruka to catch up. Once he was closer, the Flying Fox turned the corner and looked down the alley that the boy had disappeared into. Looking around, she noticed multiple barrels and crates. Looks like a safe place to hide, I suppose.

"I'll look on the right if you look on the left..." Airen scanned the right side of the alley. She frowned slightly when she saw the box with a circus symbol on it. She would be avoiding that one for the time being. The woman got to work and began to look inside boxes and barrels, calling out an occasional, "...Hello?"

Seymour cringed as he heard voices just outside the crate, and he curled up into a little ball, pressing himself towards the back of the crate, hoping they wouldn't find him.

Mr. Alcotte looked and opened a box as well still lightly disturbed that anyone can live in these conditions, he didn't know why the boy couldn't camp out and look at the stars than rather living in a box and most likely be mauled by wild dogs. Haruka shook that thought aside as he said rather curiously while looking inside. "If you are in here then give me a sign." After a moment he shook his head with a smirk and went to the next box right next to it.

Airen went through the rest of the boxes on the right side of the alley. All of them except.... She really didn't want to open that circus box. That boy had tried to help her though, and she had to find him and thank him. The Flying Fox silently walked over to the box. She didn't open it just then, but stared at it for a while. Airen sighed and crouched next to the box. She knocked on the wood with her arm. "Hello?"

"Nobody's home." A very frightened voice replied through the wood.