Such a thing as tempting fate... (Atlacia/Ama/closed)

Atlacia sighed. Her hair was down today and she had a hoody clinging to her frame as if she didn't even exist beneath it. Her glasses glared in the sunlight and her knees creaked slightly. She felt like crap, walking around in a pair of jeans that were a size to big and had dressed accordingly. With a sigh of discontent, she thrust her hands into her pockets and trudged along the sidewalk. It was almost troublesome anymore. Cars zoomed past and Atlacia furowed her brow, debating on whether or not she should turn on her music. It always seemed to calm her when she was in crowded places like this.. after all she really didn't like being around people all the time. Her brown, almost-black eyes darted around in a paranoid way as she chewed on the skin of her lip thoughtfully. For a day off.. it really wasn't that relaxing.

A silver coat waved in the slight breeze as a man standing 190.2 CM, roughly 6 foot two, walked by the many modern men, women and children carrying on with their lives. His silver hair waving almost in contrast with his coat. On his left side he bore standard samurai equipment. tucked in his leather belt with a demon type skull belt buckle was a black as death Katana, same color Wakizashi, and same color Tanto. His hands stuffed in to his leather pant's pocket he slowly made his way down the street, cars buzzing by and people talking. He felt somewhat uncomfortable but he was just passing through so everything was ok. His boots made an odd clacking noise as he made headway to his destination of the other side of town. Eyes wandering and gawking as they stared him down in both confusing looks and looks of wonder. His olive green eyes darting round as to look at every person there and take unto consideration weather they were worth his time to look at or not. 'Heh, I really need to get somewhere with less people. The main streets are alwa-' He started to think ut was cut off by a noise, actually someone shouting. It seemed two men, one very brawny the other so skinny he was like a rail. Walked up on a girl minding her own business and started to try and rough house her. They walked up to her, the large one with a hidden knife that ws pulled on her and the skinny one with a katana in his right hand. He held it by it's saya and was ready to attack because he had just unsheathed it. Placing the blade towards her neck he aimed to scare her. They attempted to back her in to a corner and down an ally way. The man walked silently down that same ally and stayed out of sight. He simply watched and hoped he did not have to intervene however he kept his right hand ready in case.

Atlacia had been minding her own business. Her steps were confident with lack of grace, but strong and stern. Her eyes were narrowed to show she was in a bad mood, but her posture showed she would do nothing about it. As the men approached her she simply shirked her shoulders and tried to break away.. however that didn't work. It didn't take longfor the man and his body to corner her. One behind her, knife to her throat as he pulled her in a dark alley. Atlacia let out a scream of surprise, but the other man covered her mouth. The alley was shockingly dark. Even in the light of the day. She was almost blind due to the darkness and she squirmed until one of the thugs hissed something in her ear. She didn't want to die.. she'd just met up with her good friend. She couldn't leave him! Her body shuddered as they grabbed her bag and she had the urge to lash out, kick them or something, but she couldn't.. she had no backbone and even if she did she knew it would be fruitless. After all the men were almost twice her side. Simply all Atlacia could do was glare. Glare at them as they browsed through her bag as if they would find anything.

Thugs, low lifes who either have no job or education. They constantly prey on others for their money and successful lives. However some are more perverted and sick. Amane watched carefully as they rummaged through her bag. After a few moments they found nothing.

The man looking through it tossed it to the side and they walked up on the girl. She seemed innocent and not one who would cause anyone harm. Amane gripped his Katana's Tsuka tightly with his left hand as the men spoke.

"Heh. Jack, she's got nothing lets get outta here. The squirt aint gonna do nuttin." The skinnier man shifted and started to grin like a person who had just thought of a way to kill every last person on earth. He then spoke, "I have a better Idea. Lets have some fun shall we? We need to be compensated for our troubles.

I want first crack, Deje hold her down." He let out an evil smile as the larger man started to move towards her. Cracking his knuckles he reached out to grab her arms when a kind and innocent voice pierced the commotion. "Doing that would not be wise, that it wouldn't. It would be better for you two to be on your way."

Amane said as he stepped from out of the shadows and into the light standing with his left hand gripped on his sword. The two started to laugh at him as if he was crazy or retarded. The larger one moved towards Amane while the skinny one kept the girl in the corner. The larger one was six foot and Amane six foot two, both were fairly large and yet the most buff one was the large assailant.

Amane simply stared at his face and spoke again. "I let you take me for release of the girl, that I will." The man ignored him and simply laughed as he aimed a punch for Amane's face. All went silent as a *shink* sound was heard. Next was seen was that Amane was bent forwards, his sword in his right hand outstretched and point of the blade aimed at the wall to his right.

It was flipped so that the back of the blade was what was facing out. With in a few moments, as Amane's silver hair and coat fluttered to a resting position on his back the large man fell to his knees in pain. He grunted a few times and spit up some blood from the pure impact of the strike.

After the skinny man's eyes widened and charged after Amane who simply stood up and sheathed his Katana and spoke. "I wouldn't if I were you, no I wouldn't." However his words were for naught as he simply used the knife to try and stab Amane in the face.

As he got close Amane simply leaned to the left and pulled the whole katana, saya and all out bashing the tassel in to the man's stomach making him drop the blade and fall to his knees. As he squirmed in pain Amane elegantly walked over to the girl.

Stopping only a second to pick up her bag and handed it to her. "Are you alright miss?" He asked in a soft and quite angelic tone. As he waited for her response he let his hands into his pockets. His hair and coat falling to their natural position set forth by gravity. He stood there, olive eyes filled with worry and seeking an answer of good not for bad.

Atlacia stared in shock as the man cut down the other men. She had tried to scream. She just lacked backbone. There was no way she could defend herself. She was too weak in physical strength. She managed a weak nod at the strange man. "Yeah.. I'm okay." She said slowly, decisively as she took her bag. She was lucky this time. Heer money she always kept in her shoes.. it was a habit she'd learned from her father. Blinking away the initial shock she managed a brief smile. "Thank you sir." She gave a bow showing her humility and stood back up, adjusting her glasses, but her body language still told loudly of how uncomfortable she was.

Body language and speech. These are important in any society be it a colony of ants, group of moneys, or a full fledged class zero civilization like the humans. Most of the time the body language backs up what the words tell but of course sometimes it didn't. When this happened it usual meant the person was lieing or just plan trying to avoid something.

The body language of the girl however said she was extremely uncomfortable and as such Amane backed away slightly to allow her room to breathe as she was just almost mugged. He bore a kind smile and offered his hand to her as he bowed slightly, retaining eye contact.

His coat and hair slightly higher than usual due to his bent back. His hand looked innocent and carefree sitting there hopping to be taken. his swords made a slight rubbing sound as he moved. His eyes conveying his ernest kindness.

Then he spoke, "May I escort you to your destination miss? I will not try and attack you, that I won't." He said with a light chuckle and a smile on his face. He truly wanted to keep her safe as was his code of honor. It was rare for samurai or even any person with honor to go on their word or even their sense of right.

'I do not like the looks of this that i don't. If these men are apart of a gang then things could get ugly fairly quickly.' He thought as he continued to smile and display no sense of his thoughts. He then spoke once more.

"I am not like those men, but you are right in being scared. You just went through a traumatic experience and I mean you no harm. If you wish me to leave you I will." He said as he raised a little. ready to leave if asked.

Atlacia hesitated and adjusted her glasses again. It wasn't him making her uncomfortable. It was the whole almost-mugging. She stared at his hand a few moments before finally deciding to take it. Atlacia was not one to trust people easily. After the hell she had gone through she often had a barrier that divided her from the world and only a handful of people knew how to slip past it and one knew how to shatter it completely. Her hand was shaking some as she took his and ulled herself to her feet. Her body was still trembling. She cleared her throat and rummaged in her bag pulling out a small bottle. She needed her pills... badly. With a quick toss of her hand, she had the pill in her mouth and swallowed within seconds. "Thank you again. It's not often you find a person who is willing to help a person like me." Her smile was soft but weak. She had a lack of energy at the moment and the scar above her brow seemed to glint out in the lighting. She released his hand and dusted herself off quickly. "If you wish to escort me, then very well. I shall not force you to leave nor go." That was the closest thing to an invitation anyone ever got when they met her.

"I'll take that as a yes, that i will." Amane said as he placed his hands in his pockets. Turning about, his hair flowed as if it was a very elegant beauty and his oat followed suit. His black gloves concealing both his right automail arm and his carved out left hand.

His hands now stuffed in to his pockets he stopped half way to the entrance to the ally and turned about again. Walking back to her he stopped and pivoted on his boot's heel and stood tall. He let his left arm out to her and spoke. "May I?" Was all he asked in his gentleman tone.

It was an old custom. It was since before modern civilization when cars were only as fast as ten miles an hour. Back then it was not of etiquette to hold a man to hold a woman's hand. Back then it was that the woman would be offered the man's elbow and arm to hold as they walked.

this did not mean they were married or even dating but a show of respect. As he did his right arm was stuffed in to his pocket and if one listened carefully they could hear the metal, this was achieved only by the particular way he rammed his hand into the pocket. Any other way would be unnoticeable.

His swords shifted bit as he moved his left leg to readjust his stride for when they started walking. With this his arm would be in a position that of she did take it that she would be comfortable holding it.

Amane looked at the groaning remains of the still crying men he has just forced to surrender and all he could do was think abut how they acted. It was true that they looked somewhat poor and most likely had no job or means of support however resorting to violence and rape were not the answer.

Atlacia stared at the man oddly, but nonetheless locked her elbow with his. A man with such caliber, finesse and disipline. It was almost as if he didn't belong in this era! She furrowed her brow in thought as she walked with much lack in grace, but her steps were surprisingly silent seeing as there wasn't much weight to make a noice. The crunch of gravel would occassionally grace their silence, but Atlacia did not speak. She was deep in thought. What about? She had no idea. But it felt important. Her teeth and tongue worked at chewing on her bottom lip, it was a habit she did and her fingers fiddled at the sleeves over her wrist.

Amane noted her fidgeting and decided to address it. "What may I ask occupies your mind Miss? Oh, i forgot, please allow my to introduce myself. I am Ichikawa, Amane Ichikawa. Please to meet your acquaintance Miss~" He trailed off to allow her to finish as they walked.

As they walked down the street Amane's boots clacked on the ground like steel on cement. Well in reality that was basically what it was. Amane's boots, made from leather and steel, would clack in every step. Amane became used to the noise after a while.

His feet walked as if they were the very king of the road. He held a some what regal stature sure, but he was far from royal at all. His swords glinted in the light as he kept his eyes straight and unwavering. His right arm stayed oddly still as he walked, much like a metal object but then again he did display a regal air so it was hard to tell which it was.

He cracked a small smile as he thought of a past experience almost like this back in Kyoto. But he quickly stifled it and looked at the people as they passed and gawked at his size and over all appearance. Amane couldn't help but comment on her attire as he was used to much more addressing individuals.

"May I ask, why does such a beautiful woman wear such unappealing attire?" His words were sweet and not meant to criticize or attack who she was. His body language simply backed it up as he adjusted to allow her the most comfortable stride possible.

His belt buckle resembled something from science fiction stories of skulls from demons that were slain. As he walked the buckle would jostle just slightly and make a metal rubbing metal sound. In all Amane was simply the perfect gentleman as he was taught that way.

He still had memories of his sensei and how they would travel all over in search of new places and having Amane learn the to sword styles.

Atlacia sighed and looked at her clothes with a blush. "I'm not much on money, besides I prefer looking like crap and feeling comfortable than looking awesome and beautiful and feeling dreadful." She pulled at the sleeves of her hoodie and frowned in thought. She could never look pretty... so what was the point in even trying? Besides she was always in a library anyways. She looked at him and sighed, feeling almost shown up. He looked really good compared to her, almost looking like Adonis while she looked like a street urchin he'd met on the streeet and was escorting to jail. She looked away again, letting her eyes stare at the distant mountains. She always wondered about how the mountains seemed to jet neverending in the distance.

As they made headway to god knew where he found that she was looking at the mountains. He slightly spoke softly as he tugged her to follow him. "I've been that way that I have." After his little sentence they entered a clothing store.

Looking at the woman behind the counter he spoke softly and kindly. "I would like to buy dresses that I would, not for me though for her." He said with a chuckle. His cheeks got red a little and he shifted by taking her arm in his right hand, risking her feeling the hard metal, and his left hand on her back softly pushing her towards the clerk.

"She would like something regal looking, maybe a Venessa line." Amane said as he smiled and stepped back. After a second he leaned forwards and spoke so that only she could hear as it was addressed for her alone. "It's alright, you don't have to ever wear it but at least see if it fits." He asked as he let go of her and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

The girl nodded and walked away for a moment to return with a beautiful Venessa style dress. It looked to Amane that it would fit the girl quite well and would be a good gift. A woman should always feel pretty. That was the main thought in Amane's head as he did this. He would do what he could to make such a not so happy person happy. He tapped her back as to say 'go ahead and try it on.'

He stood there and as he did his silver hair seemed to just rest like an angel sleeping while his coat seemed to be apart of his body completely. He turned around and noted another clerk had approached him and started to speak. "Excuse me Mr., um can I help you or?" She asked. She then noticed his swords and became a little agitated.

She didn't say anything but Amane could tell she was disturbed by this. He simply spoke a few words in his kind and all loving voice. "Yes, may I have a glass of water and maybe a black cloth coat?" He asked and simply by his tone she calmed down some. It seemed that Amane had somewhat of a calling air about him instead of an excitement one.

This was great for who he was and also the reason he had it. He shifted back around and was caught half way by a mirror he found. standing there he gazed at how he looked and noted that indeed he looked out of place with society. But then again he didn't really care as he still felt good as who he was.

The second clerk came back with a black cloth like robe. It was perfect for his needs. He nodded and carried it over with him as he stood a few feet away from the desk which was close to the dressing rooms. So close in fact that he was only a few steps away from the door. A few steps not as in he could reach out and touch it but a few steps as in it wouldn't take forever to get there, maybe a few seconds but that was it.

Atlacia frowned and looked at the man like he was crazy. A dress!? No way in hell she was putting one of those on! Or at least so she told herself. She stared nervously at the clerk. The lady obnoxiousl snapped her gum before eying Atlacia with a bored expression. "Will you gonna try it on or not?" She asked, impatience smothering her words. Atlacia shifted and sighed. She owed the man for saving her.. so the least she could do was try on a dress. No matter how stupid she felt. Swallowing her pride she grabbed the dress and disappeared into a stall. She was gone a good ten minutes and there was ruffling and shifting, even the sound of a zipper. She stood, in the dress, staring in the mirror and didn't know what to think. Should she think she was pretty? Maybe but she preferred not getting a swelled head. Playing with her hair a bit, she managed to make it fall into a gentle curve to her shoulder. She almost looked regal.. strange. After a good moment of staring in the mirror, she opened the door and stepped out, obviously unnerved. She never was one for trying on clothes in front of other people and she expected nly the worst of reviews for it. She closed her eyes, her face a sort of red and her hands rested daintily over her lap.

Sipping the water he heard the stall door open and shifted around to gaze on the girl. As soon as he laid eyes on the girl he started to choke and gasped for air. Finally after it subsided he set the cloth robe and the cup of water. He took a few steps forward and was not in front of her.

Taking a moment he saw the girl's attire and began to fade somewhat from reality, taking him back to someone he knew that wasn't with him at this moment. He quickly shifted back to reality and spoke kindly as he bowed slightly.

"You look ravishing that you do." His voice seemed to bow at her very look. He didn't know what to do so with a large thump he fell to his right knee. The swords rubbed against each other as he fell and his right hand struck the floor with a loud clang, giving away his metal arm unavoidably.

His silver hair rushed down and finally settled on his back, some to the sides falling to the floor. His coat settled on the floor and his left boot bent. He kneeled there not looking up or even speaking for several moments.

Finally he spoke in a soft and more respectful tone. "You remind me of the princess of Aurego that you do." Amane said as he stayed, unmoving. Finally getting up he turned to the clerk and reached in to his pants pocket.

Pulling out a bill, he placed it on the counter and grabbed his robe and water. Walking over to the girl he put his left hand out and bowed slightly. Waiting for her to place her hand on his he spoke yet again.

"Indeed you are the second most beautiful person I know that you are." he spoke as he laid his other hand in his pocket after he gave the clerk the empty cup.

Atlacia couldn't help but blush at his words. She was beautiful? She looked like a princess? It was so odd! Almost impossible. Hesitantly, she laid her hand on his with a weak smile. It was odd for her she couldn't help but ligt up with happiness. She felt good for the first time in a while. Maybe she should try working on her appearance a little more. The second most beautiful he seen? She wondered who the first was, but didn't ask, she preferred not to know and such a compliment was better left untouched. "You didn't have to do this." She said softly. Her eyes resting on his face intently. She gave a soft smile "By the way, My name is Atlacia Raider."

He was so regal was he some sort of body guard? A samurai? It just didn't add up to her. What exactly Was he? She wanted to ask, but she seemed entranced at the moment, hypnotyzed by his very movements. Sudden;ly something hit her. She suddenly felt incredibly stupid at not having noticed earlier. Being off in lala-land tended to let you miss the most obvious signs. His hand! And maybe she should ask. Damn her curiosity, she hoped that it wasn't a touchy subject. She tried to approach the subject calmly, her eyes showing that she wasn't sure she should be asking something so personal. "So.. what exactly happened?" She managed to noted she was talking about his arm. "Are you a warrior from Aurego?" She continued, fixing her hair so it wasn't stuck down the back of her dress. Should she change?

As she placed her hand in his he gently kissed it and stood fully up. "It was unavoidable that it was. Yes, I was once a warrior from there. It is no longer my home and now I wander aimlessly to where ever life takes me. My arm is another story." He said with disdain on his face. He quickly went from being regal to being much of the same regular feel he had. Quickly he tried to shift his mood by speaking to her again.

"Come, lets go somewhere. I saw a place not too far back that I did." He then walked over to her and spun round on his heel. Clacking his feet together he then offered up his arm once more and spoke again before urging to depart. "I will tell you the story along the way."

After that he started out the door and towards where they came. About a few blocks down he stopped at a rather ritzy looking He entered and immediately he placed a bill on the podium. After he let himself in and took a seat near the beautiful scenery after he pulled out the other chair for Atlacia.

"Mrs Raider, I fought in the last Amestrian and Auregoan war that I did. When it came to it I was drafted for my special skills." He said with a pain in his eyes that showed he was certainly uncomfortable talking about it but he would anyway. She had to know.

"I was drafted and forced to fight at the age of nineteen after I had completed my training for both my sword styles. In the same style I used to knock those aggressors out I had to kill my master to graduate that I did. I lost this arm in that same war. Did you ever hear about those stories of the Auregoan sword master that seemed as fast as lightning and was able to defeat so many? His name that you may know him by was Akuma no Ikiryo."

He looked off to the side trying not to show any discomfort about talking about such a subject but then again he couldn't erase such a thing for it made him who he was today.

Atlacia eyed him curiously befre she took his arm yet again. As he led her he was telling her a story of his life. He had been a warrior and he had lost an arm. That was sad. She wanted to stop his talking, he looked as if he was in pain speaking of the subject. The life of a warrior was never a pleasant one. She glanced at the table after having sat and rested her hands over it. She seemed to stare hard at the wood. "That's so sad." She was a stmpathetic girl.. she knew the pain of showing unhealed wounds and again she found herself fiddling at the hems of her sleeves. Her own eyes ached with pain. While most scars were mental hers were mainly physical.

"I never participated in the war. I don't have the body for it.. in fact I shouldn't even be in the military." She said softly. "However on account of my own skills, they hired me. I'm not allowed on the battlefield to my luck and my speaking is usually held unter lock and key." She looked up with a reassuring smile. "Everyone has something that hurts them, but without people around you, you cannot heal properly. If you ever need anything I'm here to listen." Again.. she seemed to be dropping her ice-shielded heart. What was up with her lately. It was almost as if she had been taking in strays. Maybe she was getting soft.. or maybe she was just wore out from being broken so many times.

Atlacia thought over his story, drawing circles on the wood. Suddenly she stopped and looked up. "Wait.." Her eyes narrowed as she remembered how fast he took out the men with ease. "The way you took the men out.." She droned, slendering her eyes curiously. "You are living as Akuma?"

Amane shifted himself in his seat and looked away. He was unable to say a word. He couldn't get the gull to say yes or even no. He shifted once more the other way and finally he planted himself forward facing her. For the few moments of staring his eyes and body language screamed that she was right and he was Akuma but finally his words spoke other wise.

"No, i'm no such thing. Akuma no Ikiryo was a demon and disappeared a long time ago." He shifted yet again and this time the waiter came over and asked if they wanted anything. Amane asked for a glass of water and two bottles of Sake. After that he asked for Ormice and some sushi. He then let her order what ever she wanted and he then continued to watch her.

Several times now she had fiddled with her sleeves. He let her do it once more before he spoke. "Miss Raider, what is going on in that pretty head of yours to cause you agitation?" His words sounded genuinely concerned. He placed his hands on the table and clenched them just tightly enough to feel the metal. He waited and looked at her wanting to be what she wanted him to be.

Essentially if she needed a shoulder to cry on he was there and had one real shoulder. If she wanted someone to listen to her problems he had two working ears. He was ready for what ever was to come his way.

Atlacia sighed. He was trying to push it off. It was true then? He was the demon known as Akuma. However it didn't bother her oddly. She had been through Hell and back so something like him didn't scare her. As he asked about her sleeves she blushed. "I uhmm I do that when I'm nervous... or thinking.." Before he could say anything further, she pulled her hands into her lap and stared hard at the table. Somethings she wouldn't tell anyone. She hoped he'd just drop the subject the last thing she wanted was to have someone see how weak she was. An addiction she still fought and a regret that would never go away.

Shaking her head she refused anything to eat. She wasn't hungry nor thirsty. Spencer would yell at her later, but right now she was more curious about this man than anything. Her eyes finally looked up and she laid them on him, as if analyzing his reactions.

((half asleep so not even a good post, sorry))

The water came and served him his Sake and water. After a few more moments he recieved his Ormice and sushi. After taking a bite of Ormice he finished said bite and spoke. "What has a goddess like yourself have to be nervous about or think at a time like this. The time now is to enjoy yourself that it is." He said as he laid a small shot in front of her. After he swigged the rest of that small bottle of Sake and started on his sushi.

After some time he had finished the Ormice and half the bottle of Sake. Some more time went by and he had finished the sushi and the last of the Sake not in front of the girl. Shifting some more he started on his water and hoped the girl would not ask again about his past. As he shifted the swords on his side made the usual movement sound. he then started to look at the table some and noted the very look of the Sake bottles.

They were rather plump at the middle and had "XXX" across the center. it was an old fashioned Sake bottle indeed. It had stripes across it and then he shifted his gaze to the girl. She had beautiful eyes and a cute nose. Her glasses only gave her the cute-but-hard-to-get look. Amane on the other hand was nothing but a front and attempt at penance and longing for a way to repent.

Serving and helping others is his way of repenting now for he has nothing else.

Atlacia stared at the shot and shook her head. She didn't want alcohol. She never drank she never would. Her family was a line of alcoholics without her adding herself in. Her eyes rested on the table. "I.. I'm just thinking about what I've read on Yo- I mean Akuma-sempai." She squinted her eyes as if analyzing. Her fingers still fiddled with her sleeves as she pulled them under her chin. She didn't want anyone to know but before she could stop it, one sleeve fell down showing a long tree-like scar on her wist. She blushed and quickly pulled it back up to her palm. That was the most humiliating thing! Even if it was by accident!

Amane sighed and knew there was no other choice to be had. He stood up and offered his hand and arm to her. Then they would start out. They would leave the restaurant and on the way out he would place the allotted money for the bill and walk to the right. From there he would lead her to a door that led to stairs.

From there they would walk up the stairs and to the roof of the adjacent building. It was a small one story building with stairs directly to the roof. After he would let go of her and walk some ways to the edge. From there he would speak.

"What is with that scar may I ask Miss Raider? If you tell me then i will tell you. An exchange of information. You know I want nothing to do to hurt you, that part is clear that it is." He said with a soft and kind voice that would make normal females melt. He stood there, his hand on his Katana Tsuka and just stare off in to the distance as it started to get a little dark.

The small breeze blew through and waved his coat and hair.He turned to face her now and with that he lightly took off his coat to reveal his metal right arm and scarred left arm. Gloves still on so that she could not see the transmutation circles on either hand. He was secretly yearning to tell someone and wanting even just one person to forgive him.

That was why he searched out trouble and attempted to atone for his crimes during the war.

Atlacia was surprised. He seemed upset by something, but she took his hand nonetheless and walked up the stairs with them. Her knees grinded painfully, but she endured. As she got to the top, she was amazed by the surrounding area. Looking around at the scenery she was amazed, but then he spoke.

Damn.. he had seen the scar. As he said that she simply scartched nervously at her wrist. The beans would spilll some day.. wouldn't they? She sighed nervously and before she could stop herself she explained herself. "I was rejected by my mother. She blamed me as what ruined her life and ever since I've had low esteem. I blame myself for other's troubles and one day I snapped. I.." She swallowed and closed her eyes "I took a blade to my own wrist in an attempt to end my life.. but I only ended up in more trouble and I got yelled at more.. but then I would do it more." She covered her face, hiding the miserable sorrow.

"Before I could stop it was an addiction.. the physical pain.. it was always so much better than the feel of emotional pain... I kept going... and things seemed better.. but after a while my parents found out I was still doing it and took me to councelling. I-I've tried to stop.. but old scars never disappear.." She pulled up her sleeve the scars ripping up her arm hideously and she bit her lip, almost feeling a stab through her heart.

"As a child I was told a lie. I lived that lie until I found out the truth. fro there I lived on as a nameless person. just a wanderer making his way to where ever he could. I was approached by the government of Augero and they made me a proposition. Kill hundreds and hundreds of Amestrians and in return I would get food shelter and a life worth living. Being the naive person I was I accepted. I lived for countless years as a man slayer. about half way through I was dubbed by an Amestian Akuma no Ikiryo. In Auregoian it means Demon Wraith. A wraith is one who guides dead souls to the underworld. That's what I did. I brought innocent souls fighting for what they believed in to the depths of the underworld to be fed upon by beasts of hate and death. One day I killed an innocent group of women and children. It was then that I realized what I had become. Since that day I disappeared and try to atone for my sins as a wanderer who saves those he can."

Amane said as he took off his shirt to reveal his scarred chest and the hook up for his automail and implanted armor on his face. He stood there in all his glory of scars gashes and the proof he was who he was. it wasn't what he wanted to show but on a samurai's honor he did. She had let her life to him so he did so to her.

"I do not want sympathy. I don't want hate. All i do is search the world and attempt to achieve forgiveness by atoning to what I can."

as he said this he laid his coat and shirt down walking over to the girl. His eyes were somewhat cold but it was understandable. Though all of that his voice was still as kind as it has been maybe even more. What he did next however was simply move to embrace the girl. Everyone needed a hug now and again. Especially at a time like this. All he would do his hold her tight and show he did not want to harm her in anyway. Words were not needed to know how this moment felt. It was like when two warriors are engaged in battle it is said that when their bladed cross they can talk to each other with out ever saying a word.

Atlacia listened to his tail intently and winced when she saw the scars. Her wincing however was not due to thje ugliness of the scars, no it was due to the pain she knew would come with it. With each scar she could imagine another fresh slice of pain worse than what she had done to herself. She shivered and as he moved to embrace her, she hesitantly hugged back. She wasn't one for touching other people, but this time was one of those exceptions. She needed a hug for sure and she was sure he needed it.

"The only true forgiveness you need to seek is the forgiveness of yourself." She said softly, but her voice shook. She buried her face and started crying. It had hurt., To show such deep scars. They were the wounds of hate and attempted death carced into her skin for all eternity, however noone noticed, noone spoke. She was screaming silently in a locked off room it felt and as a result she had locked herself away. She didn't want to cry, she knew it made her look only all the more weak, but she couldn't hold it in and she sobbed quietly, her warm tears stinging aty the sides.