Katashi Manor

[M.A.P.]

She bobbed her head to his words, "As you wish, Mr Katashi- however I cannot stay where I do not work for at least part of my keep. Surely attending school and training is not enough to constitute a stay of a minor without a job- wait...have I attained employment? According to many studies it is vital for such a thing to be attained by the age increment I have reached."

One wouldn't be able to see the wheels turning in her mind, her face gave no expression of thought, however her blue-violets seemed to focus intently on the ground. She had only know this man for two weeks and he was calling her Mouse as opposed to M.A.P.- had she let someone so close this fast? He didn't seem like the kind of person who would have demanded it out of her, no- maybe beaten in a rage for the information, but the value behind a name in the days where magic was no longer a common practice and hexes with curses were not oft invoked, well- maybe she was slowly going in the opposite direction of that monstrous being she had seen in herself so long ago. Maybe that hatred and anger way dying...she shook her head- no. It wasn't dead, it was still there, the numbers on her shoulder reminded her, with a sharp burning pain, exactly what was waiting underneath her lost memory.

"Seems..I've lost more than just the past two weeks- I cannot remember the name of the school..or if-" she touched her neck- then quickly her right arm- the collar which read 'loyal' was still there. Much to her hidden relief, her hand continued to to rest over it, she followed Mr Katashi without much more to say than a simple question. One that put the context of her memory lapse into perfect time frame.

This man was obviously Mr Sky in disguise because he didn't want to deal with the mess with The King of Dangerous, "When should I pick up Miss Reia...?"

[M.A.P.]

She raised no eyebrow, nor questioned him. She did not take his hand immediately however, she was not one to enjoy physical contact. People were filthy things- bacteria and all. But with a hint of trust, she took his hand with the hand belonging to her burned arm. She wondered if she had allowed him to see this to- if she had told him..what she remembered of the cause.

She doubted it, though he seemed harmless enough in many cases. He had not given her a reason to doubt him yet. No little red flag, no lying gestures..and she was very good at catching those- but she usually trusted to eaisily. Reguardless she took his hand and moved to show she'd follow.

[M.A.P.]

At the sound and smell of the humans he'd been living with, Honcho had stopped howling. He watched them enter- his nose twitched as he got near his human. His ears stood straight up and his brown eyes got big- his lavender and sage human now had a tinge of spearmint. He barked, looking at the big human, barked- as if to tell him about the change. Not all changes were good with his human! Not all of them. He whined, but she bent- letting go of Mr Katashi and hugged the puppy against her chest. Honcho rested is head on her shoulder- she was safe. The last incarnation of his human, was...vicious and smelled of bloodroot. But not now.

M.A.P. set him down, "Now use your indoor barks- you know better."
Honcho bowed his head, whined apologetically.

She looked about. This place was in need of what they called a 'woman's touch'- while at the same time the decoration was interesting, it felt jumbled, mixed- though it did flow well. She paused for a moment to look over the fountain. Show offish, an arrogant decoration- while beautiful, it would in time damage any of the surrounding wood, surfaces or stone with mildew and water damage. Certainly an adult...of his age and caliber knew this. She said nothing about it but rather a simple complement.

"This is very lovely."

[M.A.P.]

Honcho's ears flicked up, M.A.P. tilted her head slightly to the side, though her expression remained blank. Though is was obvious she was interested in what he had to say. She had never had someone share anything with anyone. Not ever...not that she could remember.

"'Our training area'. I am afraid I do not understand, Mr Katashi."

[M.A.P.]

She bowed her head after that comment, as if he had been scolding her. Her methods were simply for the purpose of maintaining her body as it was not to continue to build. She spent all her time rebuilding what was torn down by the major memory revivals. Honcho whined, this was not like his human to be scolded like this, maybe she had gone on the carpet last night too? But the tone did not suggest that. Honcho lay on the floor to contemplate this.

M.A.P. answered him softly, "My training is meant to maintain and rebuild. Each new memory...each old one which comes back tears down the previous system..I did not learn this until it was nearly too late at one point," she looked up at him, eyes deep blue- no trace of violet in them, "were they so inefficient that I've been recovering from the last?"

[M.A.P.]

Again. She did not touch people. And this display, though for demonstration was highly inappropriate. She did as asked, but only poked, the put her hand down again. She wasn't shy..per se... just people were terrible, dirty creatures and she wasn't...she didn't like touching other people unless it was necessary- like in combat or ...or...COMBAT.

But her poke had given her enough information, "Soft but solid. Body fat is below normal, dangerously so for someone so big."

[M.A.P.]

Honcho hopped up, barked.

M.A.P. looked at her little friend for a moment, then back to Mr Katashi. She tilted her head to the side, blue eyes shifting to near black. Small connections were made in her head, eyes unblinking, she raised one hand, one finger pointing up at him, "Does party A have proof in documentation, recording or item to confirm this agreement? Otherwise Party B is more likely to doubt said transaction and become unwilling in said negotiation of such agreement."

[M.A.P.]

Black eyes looking over the information, she made no sound, but was visibly reading every single word. She gave no expression only read before she cleared her throat, black eyes looking up, "He forgot to sign his name. This transaction it not completed."

She pointed out a section, clearly marked for him to have signed. And completely unsigned. She gave him an icy smile, "Otherwise, this paperwork is on order. Odd how the paper is still faintly warm."

She held the paper back out to him, "The document, once signed is acceptable in all terms. It is appreciated for the reminder of such and said agreement."

[M.A.P.]

He pat her shoulder. Such an..odd gesture for people to do. Raising an eyebrow ever so slightly, inquisitive though no questions arising- her mind locked onto the fact her signature was on a freshly printed piece of paper- but there were scanners and such these days. And electronic signature machines, she failed to question him for the sake of replies, she hated all the technological garbage- it was always such a huge mess. She looked over the area, gave a small nod, the placement of things was awkward.

Giving another small nod- this one as if it were of approval, "Very well. When shall we start?"

[Jenna Scorn]

"Come have some tea with me. "


So descriptive.
So very detailed.

She had no idea what was in store for her.
But she went anyways.

Making her way down the road silently, her hands stuffed into her coat pockets. Her head tilted down, pink strands of hair peeking out beneath poke'mon baseball cap. And her girlish torso, zipped up under a red track jacket, and her legs hugged with black jeans.

She may have looked boyish, but that was an idea.
She was hiding, of course from the cops.
And this is why she had adorned the men's clothing.

And she'd lick her lower lip.
No lip gloss or makeup today.
She was going for that very boyish look.
And hopefully she had pulled it off.

Now, her sneakers came to the door and that hand would reach out to grasp the knob.
Turning it to head forward.

[Jenna Scorn]

the thud of Hiroko upon the ground, would cause her to look up formt he ground. Those eyes hidden beneath the brim of the baseball cap. Now, peeking out, blue eyes watching him closely. Her hands still hidden deep within the pockets of that jacket.

"Mm. Goooood evening. "

Now, tilting her head up to totally view Hiroko. She''d lick her loer lip, and then nod in greeting.

"Konnichiwa, Hiroko-san."

Hands still within her pockets, cell phone in the right, and a box cutter in the left. And she'd take another few steps forward, those sneakers squeaking against the floor.

"I hope the tea is nice and hot?"

Referring to why he had called her, knowing full well it had nothing to do with tea. And again, those blue eyes would glance to the left, and then the right before falling on Hiroko again.

"I could sure use some right now."

Another reason her hands were hidden within those pockets, was because she couldn't stop shaking. And also, that long sleeved jacket hid other things, her self loathing.

[Jenna Scorn]

She fallowed him, taking suit.
And when the doors opened, and he stepped to the side, she'd step forward.


No words had fallen from her lips, and her head was still titled downwards. eyes falling across the floor, as she stepped to the back of the elevator and now she'd press her back against the elevator wall. Waiting for Hiroko to step inside before she'd lean against this wall, letting her head fall back, and a gentle thud could be heard as she now looked up at the elevator lights.

She'd puff out her cheeks, and soon blow a huff of hot air from her mouth. Those hands falling from her coat pockets to rest at her side. She'd take another breath, and let her head lull to the side as she'd watch Hiroko.

"......The tea is fresh, right?"

She was tense, and overly frustrated.
And Hiroko may, or may not have gotten the hint of her actions.

Pulling the cap form her head to let pink strands fall down the small of her back.

[Jenna Scorn]

"Keep huffing around like a two year old, and I will treat you like one Calamity. "

She glared at him, those blue eyes piercing at him. She was upset, and even hurt by his words. She almost wanted to go home. And images of stepping forward and letting that small fist slam against the emergency stop button.

Images of her eyes glaring at him, almostt a sense of guilt burning within them. Images of her mouth opening.

Lets get one thing straight Mr.Katashi.


Your not my fucking dad.

Your not even my parent.

Your just some fucking teacher at a fucked up school.

Some pedo teacher, looking to get lucky.

Mother fucker, I should never have gone on that date with you.

And instead of doing what the images told her to, she bit her tongue. Her lips pressing against one another and those eyes falling forward upon the door as it opened.

And she remained silent.
even when he spoke, even with the floral scent pressing onto her.
And even when he spoke to her, welcoming her into his home.

She'd only glare at him.

"Ya know, I don't have to fucking be here... hanging out with some old man."

This was said, with the most cruel intentions, her lips tightening in the corners.

[Jenna Scorn]

And she'd take what Hiroko said a little too much to heart, even if he didn't really mean it.

But it stung at her.
Deep inside.

For Daisuke had said something like it before.

"And I dont have to be playing with some tiny tike bitch who probably could not please me if she tried..."

Shut up!!!
You don't know me!!!

Her lips pressed together, watching.
Those little hands curling into fists at her side.
She wanted to look away, look towards the ground.
Look anywhere but at Hiroko.

But she knew if she had, then the tears would fall, for they were already stinging at those blue eyes.
And her lips would press together still, trying to forget that stinging sensation.


"And to top that off, would probably be broken in two if I did try to show some passion. "

There it went.
She had to look away.
Had to.

And as she did so, strands of hair would fall into her face.
And her lower lip would quiver for a slight moment.
And those tears still stung at her eyes, and finally they'd come.
A tear falling down the flesh of her cheek.


"But thats neither here, nor there."

Looking up at him now, brushing strands of pink from her eyes. "The fact is. You should not be huffing, and dressing up like a boy anyways, as the cop problem was taken care of. If anything they will be looking for me, not you."

"Maybe I like dressing like a boy!!"

She shouted at him, as her right hand would raise, the back of her palm wiping away her tears.


"Plain and simple. Help yourself to some tea if you want it. "

"I don't want any of your fucking tea!!!"

And she turned on the heals of her sneakers and would begin to head towards the door, tossing that baseball cap back onto her head.

"I gotta bounce."
A soft mumble.

[Jenna Scorn]

"Whatever, I dont even know why I bother."


Hands fisted, and she was gone.
Making her way out the door, and letting her fist slam against the down button.

The door would open, and she'd step inside.
Letting those doors slide shut behind her, and the elevator was halted only for a moment before it would start to gently fall down to the floors below.

She'd swallow hard.
She had been capable of holding back her tears, but now that Hiroko was out of site she fell.
Her body crumbling inside the elevator.

Knee's drawn up to her chest, hugging them close to her body.
Letting her head face bury into the fabric of her jeans.
Crying for a moment, those tears falling from red rimmed eyes now.

"Fuck it. Fuck him."

A hand would violently reach out, drawing up the sleeve of her left arm. Pulling the fabric of the track jacket to her elbow while her free hand would scrape up that box cutter.

The tears blurred her vision, but she knew what she was doing.
Her left arm was glittered with scars, some new, some old, some fading. And a few deep lines had already been traced into her skin, and now she'd press her finger into the blade, ripping into her skin.

Calamity cried out.
Her mouth opening, tears falling down her cheeks.

Everything was all her fault.
It always had been.

Pressing the blade to her skin again, sending a deep, jagged wound to that pale arm before drawing it up again, but soon pressing down only to be met by more flesh and blade.

Blood dripped from her arms, and onto her pan legs.
Even onto the floor, and a small puddle formed to the side of her.

But soon the elevator stopped upon the bottom floor.
And as the it would ding, and doors slowly opened that hand, with box cutter still in hand would press against the floor as she'd begin to slowly pick herself up.

This was her secret.