Thread: Alone...

Monika could not stand it anymore. She was never a sporty chick. Using her brain was plain easier than using her limbs. Her body was exhausted after three days of walking and shouting for help.

"Arschloch... Where am I?!" she raged with a powerless roar, using the very last bit of her strength to kick a stone. After that fierce kick, she fell on the rough ground. Fatigued.

The stone she kicked hit something hard, giving a clear, solid noise. The girl wiped the sweats on her face with her hand and looked up. A house. There were almost tears of joy in her dark teal eyes when she saw more short buildings behind the one in front of her."Gott sei Dank (thank God)!!"

Monika flipped her long hair, faking a sweet smile and knocked on one of the doors. "Guten Tag! Anybody here?" one, two, three, four... Almost twenty seconds had gone, yet there was no sound or action at all. The whole street - if you don't classify it as the ruin of a road - was clear. No people and no working machine at all. It was entirely a silent town.

Suddenly her stomach protested with a disgraceful groan. Since she ate all the food she had prepared for the school trip, she had not eaten anything else. Monika had not noticed how hungry she was, simply because she paid all her attention to walking and searching for possible rescuers. Now what? she was alone in an abandoned town.

If she was lucky enough, she could find some rotten bread or fruits. Despair.

After resting for a bit, Hiroshi soon stood back up to his own feet as he stretched his arms over his head with a small yawn escaping his lips. "Sore ga yoideshou. Jikan ga kidō ni noru tame ni. (Thats better. Time to get going.)" were the only words that came out of his mouth as he began to make his way throughout the forest once again. While he continued to make his way through the forest, Hiroshi had ended up stopping in his tracks for a moment as he turned around to stare back in the direction he had come from. It had been a long journey since he first left his own home where his family now lays dead and their spirits roaming around for all eternity. Trying to shake off the thought of everything that had happened, Hiroshi returned to walk through the forest with his mind wandering aimlessly in his head.

Soon, he had ended up walking toward what looked more like a dirt road that lead to a small town up ahead. His thoughts still wandering, Hiroshi wasn't even thinking about how he was approaching the small town. His mind wasn't exactly responding to his body movements any longer at this point. Although, as he had continued to walk down the path. The one thing that had caught his attention to allow him to notice where he was, was due to him nearly tripping on a rock. Gasping sharply, Hiroshi had quickly looked up and around to see that he was in a small town which looked quite abandoned. "Koko wa doko?(where am I?)" He asked himself, the town had to have someone around; how else were the buildings built. As he began to walk around the small town, it hadn't taken him long to see what looked like a young girl with long straight dark brownish hair in the distance. Seemed she was there in the town looking for someone as well, whether or not she was a friend or foe Hiroshi decided to keep a distance to be safe.

"Scheisse."
The young girl hissed and sat in the dark corner gloomily. She was too tired and as a result she could not remember any spell which could help herself. At the moment she was about to give up, she heard some footsteps not far away from her.

"Somebody... Please help..." she tried to focus but the sunlight, and her fatigue, made her vision blurry. She stretched her shivering arm and attempted to wave at the stranger. "Help... Me..."

Her sight went black.

Staring at the girl from a distance, Hiroshi had noticed how she looked normal enough to be a regular human. His thoughts weren't exactly going to be on approaching and helping her at first since he wasn't sure how she'd treat him. For a couple of minutes, all Hiroshi could really do was stand there and watch the girl sit and relax under the shade. Due to his cat-like ears he was able to hear her faint voice asking for someone to help her. So when she had reached up to him as though she was trying to wave. The first thought that he had gotten in his head was to take off in the other direction since he had thought she was going to call for someone to come and attack him.

However, seeing that she had ended up passing out right where she had sat. He could only tilt his head in confusion on what was going on. Taking a couple of steps forward til he was in front of the girl, he stared at her curiously. He was right after-all, she looked just like a regular person would look like. He had immediately thought of her as a normal human being as he once was. "Hmm, Sore wa koko no mawari ni anzende wa arimasen. (It's not safe around here.)" He spoke with his voice no more then a whisper, taking a look around to see the small houses, it didn't seem like anyone was going to come out to help nor did it even look like this place had any visitors for a while.

No matter how much he kept debating against himself, Hiroshi couldn't help but end up picking up the young girl into his arms and make his way toward the nearest home. The door was closed and his hands were full. Great. Sighing quietly, he disliked being rude but he ended up kicking the door with his foot as hard as he could to open it. Stepping inside, it looked as though someone used to live here after-all. There was a couch, a small bed in a separate room, a stove, and bathroom. Whoever had used to live here seemed to either have forgotten about their stuff if not wanted to really leave in a hurry. No matter the case, he made his way into the separate room as Hiroshi laid the young girl onto the bed before taking a couple of steps back. Pulling his kimono slightly over his head to hide the ears and slipping his tail into the kimono itself to hide himself. He returned into the kitchen to get a wet rag of cold water to place upon her head. The reason to why she had passed out was unknown to him, so he simply thought it must've been a heat stroke.

When her sight was dark and blank, she felt something warm and strong holding her. She barely heard some exotic words, though she could not understand any of them. The figure took the unconscious witch to an indoor environment. She tried to struggle but her limbs just would not move a bit.

A soft and cool object was gently placed on Monika's head, waking her from the darkness. Slowly she opened her eyes. A dim view of a wooden ceiling appeared out of the blur. Rubbing her eyes with one of her hands, she sat up and found herself on a dirty bed. Looking at the stains and dust on the sheet, she could tell that it had not been slept on for at least a decade or two. Monika flipped her long hair to her back and moved her legs to the edge of the bed. As she tried to stand up, she sensed somebody staring at her. Sensitively and alertly she scanned the timeworn room, there she spotted a male wrapping himself in a decent kimono.

"Who are you?" her purplish lips squeezed out three powerless words. The young male was taller than her and he did not share the same condition of being famished. Only hopeless fools would try to confront anyone in this circumstance. The witch hated how pathetic she sounded at the moment.

Right after Hiroshi had placed the wet rag onto the young girl's head. All he could really do at the moment was stand there and watch her lay unconscious for a bit. Unaware about how long she was going to be out for, he made his way back into the kitchen room as he stepped up to the nearest window before looking outside to the seemingly empty town. This was strange indeed, there had to have been people living here in this town once before. How else would these houses have been built, they couldn't simply have been here all this time as though they were waiting for people to come and live in them. There had to be a reason to why the people who used to live in this town decided to leave so suddenly.

Shrugging off the thought for the moment, Hiroshi returned to the unconscious female in the other room. This time however, it had seemed that she had awaken from her slumber and was now looking right back at him. Tilting his head curiously at hearing her speak English, Hiroshi nearly cursed at himself mentally due to him not being too well with English in the first place. "Uhhh..My name Hiroshi." With his own words coming out of his mouth, he had placed a single hand right against the middle of his chest as he had bowed his head slightly to show respect. "You..uhh okay?" He continued to do his best to speak English, hoping that the female would understand what he was saying even due to his poor English. The entire time he spoke in the language he was never really used to, his tail had straighten against his own back stiff while his own ears staying flatten down against his head in fear that they would be revealed causing yet another human to attack him.

The Asian young man did not look aggressive but Monika refused to let her guard down. Dozens of possibly useful spells swirled messily in her head. If the male made any suspicious move, Monika would immediately take action, igoring the fact that she was as weak as a sick kitten at the moment. However all Hiroshi did was bashfully mumbling his own name and asking if she was alright only. Allowing herself to loosen her fists, she learnt that his name was Hiroshi. The male was not so confident in using English, and he was probably not too good in the language. He had got a really special accent too. Most likely to be a Japanese, the young witch eyed his blue kimono.

"I'm fine, danke," her slightly German-accented voice once again shivered in the air. She did not know Japanese, so she stuck with communicating in English even though the male was not used to it. "A... Arigato," she tried one of the few Japanese words she knew, but her pronunciation was not good at all.

She noticed something moving beneath the cloth on his head. Curiously she stared at the top of his head and was surprised to see the furry tip of one of his ears. Her eyes widened out of interest. "What's that?" the ill-mannered witch pointed.

The entire time Hiroshi stood in front of the now conscious female, he had made sure to keep an eye on her hands to make sure she wasn't planning to grab anything to try and harm him. Seeing that she had made two fists with her hands already had given him the warning that she was ready to attack at any moment in time. However, by the time he had answered the young girl's question as well as asking his own he had noticed how she had loosened up her hands to see that the fists she had made were no longer there. Sighing mentally with a bit of relief Hiroshi was glad that no violence was needed to be gone through. Once already in the past with his own family was one too many.

When the young female girl had answered his question on whether or not she was okay or not. Hearing her speak another word that he did not understand whatsoever at least let him know that she was indeed alright. "What..uhh..you name?" Unaware if the girl had understand Japanese let alone speak it at all, when Hiroshi had heard her speak the word thank you in Japanese but it hadn't come out completely correctly. It pretty much gave away the obvious fact that she didn't understand his language too well either. "You...uhh..welcome." Just thinking to himself how he had sounded trying to speak English made him feel uncomfortable since had already known he wasn't exactly doing the best job in the world with his words.

Soon enough seeing as how the young girl had pointed toward a piece of his cat-like ears popping out of the side of his kimono. Along with her asking what it was, Hiroshi's eyes widened up in shock as he tried his best to pull the kimono slightly over the fluffy part that was sticking out to possibility hide it. Making sure to keep his tail straight and hidden as well the best he could. "I..It uhh..n-nothing..hair." He used his best excuse that he could come up with as it being his hair due to his own cat-like ears were nearly the same color as his actual hair itself. Whether or not the girl would believe it or not, was all based on luck at this point pretty much.

"Monika," when her name was asked, she threw her name out recklessly. Since she was sent to the big city and started to be treated as a freak, she had learnt to care less about how others thought about her. She viewed her name as something trifling. She believed even if a foe knew her name, no harm could really be done on her. Some may say she was too heedless, but she only considered herself carefree and fearless.

Apparently she was not satisfied with the answer she got. The furry thing was not normal human hair of course. She took her thinly framed glasses off and clean it with her skirt, then put them back on. Her eyes narrowed in distrust when the male became tensed up. "You are Hiroshi huh?" her voice was impotent yet cold, showing her suspicion. But since she was the weaker one, she did not dare to manifest any hostility.

"I'm no ordinary girl," she tried to maintained her balance while her legs were still shivering, "So don't ever try to... Mock me." Dizziness seized her ability to hold on. She knelt down helplessly, cracking her joints against the rough, soiled floor.

"Scheisse..." an indistinct German word escaped from her lips. The usually proud girl had to admit one thing - she needed help. Deplorably she looked up and seeked help from Hiroshi.

Listening to Monika speak her name, Hiroshi stayed silent for a moment as he spoke her name within his head over and over again to see if he could try to get the name out perfectly rather then end up messing up. 'M...Mon..Monkia..?' He continued to think to himself, only to finally be able to say it correctly as he sighed quietly to himself with relief once again. Having his Japanese accent and the fact that he was born in Japan made it extremely difficult to speak any type of English even the names correctly.

When the young girl had taken off her glasses to wipe them on her skirt only to put them right back on and stare at Hiroshi with the thought of distrust. A quiet mental gulp escaped his lips, as she had stared at him only to ask that his name was Hiroshi. "Y-yes?" Nodding nervously as he had taken a step or two backwards away from Monika, his thoughts were hoping that she hadn't figured out the truth that he actually was lying about that being his hair. Seeing her stand up to her feet, only to have her legs wobbling a bit and having her speak that she wasn't an ordinary girl. Hiroshi stopped in his tracks as he stared at her curiously on what she meant by that. If he wasn't ordinary what was she? Seeing how she had to kneel to the ground, Hiroshi was easily able to tell that was due to her not regaining her energy completely just yet. "Y-you...lay down." He explained, trying his best not to get too near the girl in thoughts that she'd see the truth behind what was under his kimono.

When Monika had looked up toward Hiroshi while on the floor as though she were asking for help. He made sure to keep one hand onto his kimono so that it wouldn't fall off his body if he tried to help her. Leaning forward, he reached a single hand to the girl; knowing being this close he would be in danger of having the kimono removed. Although he had decided to give his trust for the moment to her as he had tried to help her stand to her feet.

Monika sighed in relieve when Hiroshi offered his hand. He did not look like a harmful lad. "So Hiroshi, do you have any food?" she asked when she got up. She was starving and some groaning noise came out from her empty stomach. After she knew the male had none, disappointment immediately showed on her pale face. So it's still hopeless.

They could actually go outside and see if there was any raw food, like fruits and wild vegetables, but the witch was too tired to move her body. She was like a marionette without string. Hiroshi was her only hope to survive. Again she shot him a begging gaze.

"Let's go to the forest," she spoke at a slow pace, making sure the lad could understand.

Even if Hiroshi wasn't able to understand much of the English language, he was able to understand just enough when Monika had spoken up about food. He was sure enough that she had to have been hungry if she was speaking about it. Patting at the sides of his clothing, he began to look around his body to see if he had anything that she could eat. Sighing with a bit of disappointment on finding nothing that he had carried with him, he shook his head in reply toward her question. The day Hiroshi had ran away from his own home, he hadn't thought about carrying any food with him since he couldn't stand the smell of his parent's blood all over his hands and around the entire house while he would try to get food. The smell was completely unbearable, especially even more so that he had the instincts and abilities of an animal by this point.

Being told the next suggestion would be to go out into the forest to look for food, he gave a light nod with a smile of his own spreading across his lips. "Yes. we go?" He stated, however right before he could even take a single step away from Monika noticing the strange begging like stare she gave him was a bit confusing to him at first. It hadn't taken him long to realize that if she had just fallen onto her knee just a moment ago, she probably wouldn't have the energy to walk. "I carry you?" Hiroshi suggested as he scratched the side of his head curiously on whether or not she would agree to such an action.

"Man, I am sooooo hungry!" Tay practically shouted out to the world. well would be world..If there was anybody even here! He walked along the outside of a few abandoned looking buildings. He had been gone for almost 2 weeks hand had been eating whatever he could find. All he had left in his bag was a small half eaten bag of chips, and a very big chocolate bar sticking halfway out of his pocket. He had intended on only eating when he absolutely couldn't contain his hunger anymore. "Argg...just one bite!"

The hot headed 13 year old boy snatched the chocolate bar from his pocket and angrily bit into it. He chewed slowly, savoring how great the chocolate and caramel tasted inside of his mouth. He continued to eat the chocolate bar while walking alongside the buildings, completely oblivious to the fact that there were other people near by.

The witch sighed in relief when the word "yes" came out from the guy's mouth. She would have started to hate him with burning rage, if he refused to help her out of sympathy. It was a torture to Monika's pride, having to yearn for another person's helping hand. The conceited girl simply would not allow any refusal.

Hiroshi asked her if she wanted him to carry her. Oh well, I didn't think I would need it. But since you are willing to, yes please. she thought of the idea quietly and nodded with a beam on her sickly pale face.

As they left the abandoned accommodation, Monika felt someone nearby. A scent of sweet chocolate and caramel could be smelled. Food!!

Hearing from the young girl Monika that she had agreed to have Hiroshi carry her, he had ended up kneeling down to the floor in front of the girl to allow her to get onto his back. Even if she may not have had much strength within her body, Hiroshi had thought for sure she must've had enough to at least hold onto his throat as he carried her out of the abandoned home. However, as soon as they had both left the home having his nose catching the smell of something as sweet as candy itself. He quickly turned his head left and right on wondering where the smell must've come from.

Apparently the girl that he had carried had also caught onto the smell of food from hearing her sudden outburst on asking for food. A light gasp escaped his lips as he quickly began to chase after the smell of where the food was coming from. Just being able to catch the smell was good enough for Hiroshi, it would be much longer and harder to find edible and that wasn't poisonous at the sametime. He was sure enough that hearing Monika exclaim out that she had also smelled food, she would've wanted him to go toward the same direction on where he had smelled it as well. As he continued to chase after the smell, he hadn't realized but his own kimono that was once covering his head was starting to come undone from over his head slightly. Revealing his cat-like ears only just a bit, he hadn't paid much attention to his outfit at the time being due to the intoxicating smell of something sweet catching his attention made him want to see or even taste it terribly.

Damien smiled as he watched Josephine sleep. She was obviously exhausted, since she had fallen asleep in his arms on the way here. He covered her bare legs in a blanket, and then turned off the lights. He walked out of his bedroom.

His stomach growled. He once again remembered how hungry he was. He walked over to his freezer, hoping to find some left over blood. Nothing. Crap. No blood. He realized that he had to go hunting. He wondered what he would do about Josephine. Then, he got an idea. He started to search for a pencil and piece of paper. Once he found some, he set them on the coffee table and began to scribble down the reason to him not being there.

Dear Josephine,
You've obviously woken up and noticed that I'm not here. I've gone hunting and I should be back soon. In the meantime, make yourself comfy. Remember that we may not be the only people in town, so if you go out, be careful.
~Damien

He left the paper on the table and then walked out the back door. He started running, sniffing the air for any sign of food.

When Damien left, even thought she was asleep, it was if the room had gotten much colder.She rolled over onto her side and curled up, hugging herself inside of the hoodie and tangling her feet in the blanket that was now on her legs. Her eyes struggled to stay shut, she was having a bad dream which usually caused her to unconsciously force her eyes to open, the main cause of why she rarely got any sleep ever.

Her eyes shot open and she sat up rather quickly, knocking the breath right out of her, she laid back down at looked around from where she was. This mush be Damien's room..She looked at all of the things in his room and blushed. I've never been in a boys room before..She looked around again. Something was wrong with this picture. Damien wasn't here. Instantly she started to panic a little and got up off the bed, regretting that action moments later when she let out a painful cry from stepping down on her hurt leg. She instantly dropped to the floor and just sat there. "Oh great.."

She sighed deeply and decided to just crawl out of the room. She got out of Damien's room and started to crawl into the kitchen where she found a piece of paper on the coffee table. She reached up for it, grabbed it then sat down besite the table to read it. She made a mental sigh of relief when she found out that Damien had just gone out and would be back "I really did think he had left me.." She rubbed her eyes and looked up at the kitchen, waiting for Damien to come back.

Josephine was getting tired of waiting. She crawled to the front door, leaving the piece of paper on the floor by the table. She leaned up and reached for the doorknob and opened the door. She crawled onto the steps and shut the door behind her. "Well I should try and see if I can walk.."

She pushed herself up off of the steps and stood there for a moment, looking out at the woods. She thought for a moment that she had heard people talking. She took a few steps forward, trying to shift most of her weight onto the leg that wasn't hurt.

Before she knew it she had limped further than she had intended. She looked back at where she had come from, wishing that she had jst stayed asleep. She didn't know why she had walked outside by herself. She was afraid. Where was Damien? Even though she had not taken off the hoodie, it felt as though she were walking around naked.

She turned around and started back towards the house she had come from.

Damien finally got back to his house. He laid the deer he had down on his back steps, planning to take care of it later. He stood back up, and groaned in pain. He had gotten kicked in the ribs by the buck when he tackled it. They were totally shattered. He pupped his shirt up and looked down at where he was kicked. It was already starting to bruise, and there was blood dripping down from where the tip of the buck's hoof stabbed him. He sighed and pulled his shirt back down.

He opened the door and walked inside. The first place he looked was the coffee table. The note he had left wasn't on it, so he assumed Josephine had already gotten up. He checked his room to be sure. No one. He looked around the rest of the small house. Still no one. She must've gone outside. I hope she hasn't gotten hurt.

Damien walked outside and right away he saw Josephine. She was walking toward him, well, more like limping. Hey. Need some help?

She hadn't even herd that anyone was talking to her, but then it registered though her mind that someone was asking if she needed help. The voice sounded familiar but she was really out of it. She looked up and saw that it was Damien. She made a mental sigh of relief that it was him and not a stranger. "Emm.."

She looked down at herself for a moment as she kept limping towards him. She must have looked ridiculous. "I think so.." She just stood there for a moment, making sure that she had shifted her weight to one side so that she wasn't putting a lot of pressure on her injured one.

Damien quickly walked over to Josephine and put her arm arould his neck. He grabbed her waist and helped he over to his house. He opened the door and walked inside. He helped her to the couch and set her down. There we go...He stood up and walked over to the freezer. He got out an ice-pack and a towel. he handed them to her. You might need this.

As he started to sit down next to her, he grimaced from his ribs. He quickly stood back up and decided to just stay standing.

"Ah..thank you" She put the towel over the ice pack and then put her leg up, resting it on her wound. She then looked up at Damien again, tilting her head to the side a little "Are you hurt?" Her eyes wandered all over his features, trying to see if she could find out if he was hurt or not.

She leaned back against the couch, getting lost once again inside of the overly large hoodie that she still was wearing even though they were inside.

Umm. Yeah. It's just a couple cracked ribs. I'll be fine. He decided to just lean on the arm of the couch, wincing slightly as he did so. He sighed and ran his hand over his face. He was exhausted. It took him a while to realize it, but he really was.

So, ummmm... Do you like deer? He thought it sounded like a very strange and stupid question to ask, but that was about the only food he had and Josephine was probably hungry. He hoped she would say yes, since he would have to cut up the deer anyway. He didn't want it to go to waste.

Lenna wandered back into town, a few sprigs of lavender in one hand while she fetched a herb bag from her backpack. Stopping for a minute to safely put the flower into her bag, she caught the scent of blood. Following it to Damien's house, she frowned, catching the scent of recently killed deer, Damien's blood, as well as the blood of someone she didn't know. Sighing, she knocked on the door, letting her nails scratch lightly on the wood like she always did so that he would know it was her, and waited for an answer.

"Oh, I hope it heals soon.." Josephine made a mental sigh of relief that Damien had not been hurt too badly. I wouldn't know what to do if he had been severely injured..She began to chew a little on her bottom lip, then looked back up at Damien when he has if she liked deer.

"Umm..I've never really had deer before..So I'll never know unless I try!" She smiled sheepishly and put a little pressure on the wound. Her leg was beginning to get very cold, which caused her whole body to get goose bumps. She shivered and tried not to pay attention to it.

Okay. sounds good.He then heard a knock on the door. Who the- Lenna. Of course.He stood up and walked over the front door. He opened it. He was right, it was Lenna.


Ummm, Hey. How's it goin'? What a stupid question. He was just nervous. He wasn't sure how she was going to react to Josephine being there. It had been a while since he had talked to any girl besides Lenna; since he had talked to anyone really. He thought she would think it was weird that this girl was in his house, especially since Lenna would know they had just met.

Josephine closed her eyes, she was really tired again and didn't know if she would be able to eat anything and keep it down. She wanted to sleep.

She nestled down into the couch, bringing the hood up over her head. She stuffed her hands in the side pockets and hoped that the ice pack wouldn't fall off of her leg. She tuned out the noise, and focused on sleeping. Soon she drifted off to sleep again, not really wanting to know who had knocked at the door.

Lenna gave Damien an unimressed look, and started sniffing at him. Finally she got to his ribs, sighed in exasperation, and walked past him into the house. She stopped when she saw an unfamiliar girl sitting on the couch, and recognized the scent from earlier as hers. Lenna could see she was injured as well. Both her eyebrows lifted, and she looked back at Damien, and nodded towards the girl with her head with a questioning look, while pulling out her medical kit.

She motioned for Damien to sit down again, and walked over to the girl to kneel in front of her. She set her kit on the floor, and gestured between herself and the obviously wounded leg, trying to ask if she was allowed to look at it. She started sniffing, and could smell fresh blood, but it didn't smell like there was an infection. Still, best to check and make sure.

Damien sighed with a tired smile when Lenna had started sniffing him. He was used to it, and he knew she could always tell when he was hurt. He then watched her walk past him heading for Josephine.

It's kind of a long story. He said as she looked back at him. He walked over and sat on the arm of the couch. He nodded when she gestured towards Josephine. It would probably be best. He sighed again, wondering how this was going to turn out. Hopefully they won't have any issues. He was hoping Josephine wouldn't wake up. He realized she was still wearing his hoodie and blushed a little. Of couse Lenna would notice, but how she would react to it, who knows.