Anastasia Julietta De'Lorin's Story

Anastasia's hands drifted swiftly above the two lunch containers, her mind wandering over what would become of the day. It seemed pleasant with the season turning to spring and the morning sun illuminating all that the eye could see. Perhaps she would be able to visit the park today, it was said to be very nice. Then again, would Sora want to join her or would that thought disgust the boy? For whatever reason, her father commanded that Sora must accompany her at all times. Sora. What was he again? Ah, that is right. A hybrid as they were called. She was his guardian now and yet it seemed that it would be him guarding her. Jean-Paul feared for his family, it was the reason that they moved away from her beloved France to begin with. But to bring a stranger into the house as a guard. . . What terrible deed had he done? Who had he angered?

"Umm...H-hi..."

To these simple words, Anastasia's entire body flinched as she turned quickly to identify the speaker. She had not been startled because of who the speaker was, but merely due to the fact her timid nature and sheltered past did not leave her with the abilities to cope with people, not to mention the dismal subject of her own safety that she had been contemplating. Upon seeing Sora, she relaxed slightly as her hands clasped instinctually over her chest in a passive motion. He wore a similar uniform to her own, meaning that he would be accompanying her to school also. Her father had ensured that they would be in the same class. "Oh. Bonjour, monsieur Sora. Comment êtes-vous ce matin? Avez-vous bien dormi?" Anastasia paused, watching as the confusion washed over the hybrid's face.

She gasped slightly, quickly realizing her error. "Oh, non. I am sorry, monsieur. I forget that you no speak Français. Oh non. Not many here will." She sighed softly, embarrassed by her habit to ramble with nervous which was only worsened by her incompetence when speaking Japanese. "You sleep well, monsieur Sora?" she attempted once again. "Oh, and I make your breakfast in de oven. And here is our lunch for école. . . eh, school," she babbled.

Sora followed Ana out of the house, content with her belief that they had everything. Once outside, Sora paused to lock the door without the sole key that he had been entrusted with. Pleased that I was locked Sora returned the key to his pocket.

He watched Ana begin to drop the pieces of scone behind them, curious, but unquestioning of, this behaviour.

Sora, why do you wear those goggles? You never go without them,

Unaware that she had only voiced the question accidentally, he thought of how to reply, "They...belonged to a...friend. Someone who taught me some of what I know..."

He felt a small twinge of sorrow when his eyes returned to Ana. They both seemed to be scanning the park, though it was for different reasons. Sora was both thinking to his past, and how many nights he had spent under one of the trees that were dotted around. The other purpose for his wandering eyes was that he needed to be on the lookout for anything suspicious, anything that stood out, A human girl walking with a Hyrid definetly stood out.
This wasn't as true as in the past, due to the Guardianship thing. No more liked though.

The sound of paniced wings snapped Sora from his patrol, and him into a brief defensive mode, which quickly faded when he seen the Neko hidden in the tree. If Sora had to describe how the boy "attacked" the rolls in word, the word would definitely be "desperate". As someone who now what it was like to be in a similar position he offered a silent condolence.

Bonjour monsieur! Are you having fun up there?

Unsure whether Ana couldn't see the ears, or just didn't care. An optimist would assume the former. Sora wasn't quite as optimistic as he once was, so he leaned to the latter. He didn't quite know how the boy was bound to react, so he prepared for a possibly violent reaction.

"Bonjour monsieur! Are you having fun up there?"

Naoya had been partially daydreaming, and so the new voice startled him, and he looked down to the ground.
A human? Why would...how did...and the Kitsune? Why's he here? Naoya's thoughts were going a hundred miles and hour, then it suddenly clicked. That Guardian thing, right? That's why they're together. he thought, his surprised expression turning into one of curiosity, though his ears twitched, showing his apprehension. It was only a slight movement though, unlikely to be noticed by the human, though the Kitsune would probably be able to tell that Naoya was unsure of the situation.

"Who...who are you? What do you want?", he asked uncertainly, not really used to talking to people. The girl seemed nice enough, but Naoya had learned from experience that trusting someone right away was always a bad idea. The Kitsune though? He was a Hybrid, he would understand, right? From the looks of him, he had been in a similar situation to himself. the redhead was still pretty intimidating though...

Anastasia smiled up to Naoya, her innocent and naive eyes ignorant to the discomfort he felt. Although she was shy, she did not know the pain that sudden meetings had brought to the neko in the past, especially the fact the most of the pain had come from humans. She attempted to clasp her hands together in her natural gesture but found the task difficult as she still held three-fourths of a scone. Rather, she settled to hold the wrist of her opposite hand behind her back.

"Quoi? Oh, I am Anastasia Julietta De'Lorin," she said, bobbing slightly in a curtsy. "I no want anything but to say Bonjour! Oh, I mean Allo! Oh, that not right either. . . " Anastasia frowned, her mind searching for the term. "Oui! I just wanted to say hello! That's right, no Sora?" she asked, turning to the kitsune and hoping that she had finally managed to speak in the native language.

Anastasia smiled to Naoya in reassurance, her eyes lighting up as she saw his ears for the first time. "Ah! You are like Sora, no? A kitsune? I was wondering how you got up le arbr-- tree," she said, correcting her language as she blushed softly. "Oh, I am no good in Japanese yet, I am, eh, new here," she admitted softly, looking to the ground and she stumbled over her tongue.

Naoya's head tilted, slightly confused at the girl, 'Anastasia', and her jumbled up speech. Her accent was the main problem for him, it wasn't something he was familar with. Though he assumed she was European. At the very least, though he couldn't narrow it down any further than that.

"Ah! You are like Sora, no? A kitsune? I was wondering how you got up le arbr-- tree. Oh, I am no good in Japanese yet, I am, eh, new here, " Anastasia said, obviously flustered, and Naoya almost laughed. Almost. It was obvious she wasn't from here, if she couldn't tell the difference between a Kitsune and a Neko.

"No...Not a Kitsune...A Neko...", he corrected her, hesitantly climbing down a few branches, so he was still above the odd pair, but at least he could talk to them better.
"And it's okay. I could tell...Don't worry about it.", he continued, trying to reassure the girl. The last thing he wanted was to scare her. To tell the truth, he was more scared of them, as weird and pathetic as that sounded. The Kitsune especially, Naoya was unsure about the redhead. The blonde human? She didn't look like she could harm him, but you could never tell. Some of HIS friends had looked just as innocent to start with...

Sora watched as the Neko climbed down a few branches, and closer to him and Ana. He was trying his best to appear as non-threatening as possible, while still remaining on guard. So far he only seemed to be able to do one or the other, so he was probably a sight for scared eyes to the boy in the tree.

Sora was also trying to get his mind around the fact that Ana couldn't tell the difference between a Neko and a Kitsune. She must not have realised 'Hybrid' was the name for all, and 'Kitsune' and 'Neko' were names for each of the different animals that they matched. Sora couldn't get his mind around someone not being able to tell them apart, because, having grown up as, and around, one.

Thankfully, the Neko corrected Ana in a way that made sense, rather Sora attempting to explain in his way. He probably would have attempted to explain the difference, and only have confused her more. Sora looked to the Neko, "Name's Sora, you?" He said, to save Ana attempting to splutter the question.

Are these two freaks messing with you? Hey, Goldilocks! Are these two freaks in your way? Wanna some help with them?

Shit. Was looking for out of the ordinary, forgot the all to ordinary.

He had been warned by Ana's father to look for something, someone, that didn't fit with the local area. That's what he had been focused on. So much so, that he failed to notice the more obvious threat that was now on top of them. He didn't even wonder why Naoya didn't notice them. In fact Naoya was forced out of the front of Sora's mind, where he was previously. Now his only focus was Ana's safety. A focus that wasn't off to a great start.

Non, non. They are mi friends. We go to school. You go too?

Not her fault, sheltered. Innocent. More or less fresh off the plane, plucked clean outta the countryside. Still sees light in the world.

He could feel the situation crashing downhill. Fast. When the clear leader of the boys grabbed Ana's arm, the countdown to Sora's action began. He started planning. Biding time. Preparing. A small fry moved towards him, but the world might have been moving in slow motion around him.

The one that had been 'sic'd' on him advanced towards Sora, with a wide right hook. Rather than attack, and risk the leader hurting Ana, Sora needed a different approach. A deadlier one.

Grabbing the arm of the boy who was attacking him, he twisted the same arm back. Once he was sure that he had a tight grip, he reached to the boy's neck, and placed his fingernails against it. (They were essentially claws, and his victim knew it.)

"I have your attention?" He began tapping one finger, "Good..." A vicious smile played on his lips as he acted much more evil than he could ever be. Though, he had a feeling that the boys weren't the only ones that his deranged look was scaring, but he could explain. Or something. He was kept alive to kept Ana safe. That was priority one through five, at least.