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The Deviants

United Haven

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a part of The Deviants, by ReaperGirl4.

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ReaperGirl4 holds sovereignty over United Haven, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Zenith Elkhorn [29] I am psuedo-Perfect.
Naoki Hisorhi [28] "We may be different, but we're still beautiful."
Vivian Walker [26] Speak No Evil
Pearlie Terrin [23] Oh sorry. You didn't notice me? That's ok. No-one ever notices me
Jasmine Jackson [3] My deviations do not make me imperfect.
Kyle Herman [2] A man is sorry to be honest for nothing.

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Pearlie was fuming.Who does this guy think he is? Gently she nudges Vivian behind her and squared herself towards this Zenith.
"Favours? Listen Jerkoff. I don't know who you think you are but I had never left my home before today. I had never met another living soul besides my parents today and I sure as hell didn't bribe anyone to keep me from being taken away. It's obvious you've got issues especially with the Perfect. But I'm not the one you should be angry with. I'm not perfect." She ploughed on like a steaming train. She couldn't get over how judgemental Zenith was being just because her only deviation was only slightly different from Perfect.
"And another thing. I get you are angry at the Perfects because they get to live for being born with the right genetics and you don't. But there is a difference. Have you ever thought of whether that persons soul is perfect? Are they kind? Do they do the right thing? Obviously no. Our parents changed because they had a deviant child and a love for a child is greater than disgust for difference. But even then I believe from the way you act you obviously had parents who didn't change. Most of the Perfects have warped souls. But we as deviants should have the courage to do the right thing. What does hatred do? What does anger and lust for revenge do? It just proves that you are just like them." She was breathing heavily and could see in Zenith's eyes that he wasn't impressed but she hoped on the inside that she had sparked something. Many times had she talked with her parents about the right and wrongs of this world. She took a deep breath ready to make her final statement. After this she planned on just leaving. She didn't particularly want to hear what he had to say. In reassurance she entwined her fingers with Vivian.
"I see it in your eyes that you hate me for being near Perfect. Don't you think that for my whole life I've been hated myself for not being Perfect but not having a deviation that really sets me apart? You don't even bother to get to know me and already you hate me just because I look nearly Perfect. That in its self says you are closer to being Perfect than I am." With that she turned on her heels and gently pulled Vivian after her because she couldn't bear being alone. Whether he called after her or not she didn't care, she had said her mind and that's all she had ever wanted to do.

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He didn't call after Pearlie. Oh no.

He ran.

Not the, 'oh, I'm sorry, you were right' kinda run. The 'you've pushed the wrong button' run. The 'you've let the bull loose in the china shop' run. He grabbed her by the shoulder, whipping her around to face him.

"Don't you DARE speak of my parents like that!" His voice was that of an angry hiss, like a rupture in a pipe. "Don't you DARE call me a Perfect!" The walls he had put up had crumbled at that mention. "Does a Perfect do THIS?" He tore off his sleeve, revealing a pleathera of scars, no longer hidden by a skin dye. "Does a Perfect sacrifice his very BEING to learn about the corrupt system that surrounds him?" The entire time, his hands were shaking, aching in anger, seeking violence. "Does a Perfect live without a Father to be PROUD OF HIM?" Tears stung his eyes; the beast was out, and there was no stopping him now. His voice was now that of a roar, echoing across the compound:

"DOES A PERFECT WATCH AS HIS MOTHER IS MURDERED?"

His rage unleashed in a slap that never made contact, his other hand stopping it mere centimeters from her face.

He gave ragged breaths.

"...oh God..."

He fell to his knees, still struggling with his violence, tears all but halting as a glaze fell over his eyes and emotions.

"God."

His body went limp, his arms quitting their struggle.

"...I'm the monster..."

Same glaze on his face, he stood again, not looking at the woman that he had almost struck. "I..." He gave a shudder of regret. "I apologize..."

It was as sincere as he was going to get. This time, he left, making his way toward the fence cackling with electricity. He sat down but an arm's length away, seeming to listen to the hum as if it were words of God, beckoning him to welcome Death.

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She could hear the pounding of feet behind her and in the seconds that she was about to turn his strong hands gripped her shoulders and twisted her violently around. Her grip on Vivian broke and she was faced with pure fury. He started yelling at her, his voice rising at each word.
"Don't you DARE speak of my parents like that! Don't you DARE call me a Perfect! Does a Perfect do THIS?" He tore off his sleeve, revealing a pleathera of scars, no longer hidden by a skin dye. "Does a Perfect sacrifice his very BEING to learn about the corrupt system that surrounds him? Does a Perfect live without a Father to be PROUD OF HIM?"
His hands were shaking, she could feel his grip getting tighter and tighter. Pain started to lace her shoulder and she winced. All she could do was stare into the eyes of this deeply wounded beast. Despite everything he was screaming at her she saw the tears that were beginning to form.

"DOES A PERFECT WATCH AS HIS MOTHER IS MURDERED?"

Before she could even blink his hand came up to strike her. She was too astonished to even flinch, her brain hadn't even registered the movement but there she found his hand inches from her face shaking uncontrollably. She knew her face was one of shock but it was his that was more heartbreaking. From the great fury that had taken control of his features to the sudden guilt and regret that morphed his face he seemed to break down. All that energy was expelled in that one moment that he caught himself about to do an act of violence. His breathing was ragged and harsh.

"...oh God..." It was barely audible but being so close to him she could hear it and with each breath he took her heart cracked just that little bit more. She knew he would never want sympathy or pity nor would she ever give him that but a feeling that she couldn't describe overwhelmed her. His hold on her weakened and as he dropped to his knees she heard him say,

"God."

On his knees his whole body like a limp doll, Pearlie was too overwhelmed to do anything but she strained her ears to hear him,

"...I'm the monster..."

Every part of her screamed to reach out to this broken soul and console him. To mend him and relieve him of all the pain he had ever experienced. But her limbs were like rock, unable to move.

Slowly he stood up again and without looking at her he turned but before he started walking away she heard him.

"I..." She could see his shoulders shudder and pictured that they carried a burden that far outweighed his years, "I apologize..."

Everything inside of her shattered like glass and melted in the burning hate that she had for the world that did this to this undeserving boy. He had started to walk away, heading straight towards the electric fence. Towards his death. Barely an arms length away he seemed to be getting crushed with the weight of the world as he sat down. It was in that moment that Pearlies body obeyed her. Her mouth was the first to react,

"NO!" She cried and swiftly her legs carried her to where he sat she saw that his arm was slowly rising. She prayed for every goodness that is left in this forsaken world that she would reach him in time. Her feet were pounding the ground, the quick beats matching the rhythm of her heart. There was no way she was letting this boy die. If it was the last thing she did she would make sure that he got out and found himself a life where he would no longer have to run or fear for being different.
Time seemed to slow as she reached him she dropped onto her knees and with the momentum slid to his side and forced him away from the crackling fence. She pushed him all the way over until she was on top of him, his arms pinned down by hers. She just stared at into his eyes. Both their breaths heavy and ragged.

"You don't deserve to die," she whispered her hair falling over them creating a barrier against the world, "you life is worth so much more."

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Naoki watches as the coconuts, one by one, tumble towards the ground below with the help of gravity. She picks one from the bunch, rotating it between her hands to feel it's weight and to perhaps hear the milk move inside. It sent her stomach growling slightly, but she was unsure of how to open it...It was at that moment that Naoki realized Zenith's apparent rudeness towards the two girls which just arrived. She wasn't sure what to think of it...It wasn't something in which she had expected, being that he had not treated her in such a way. Would he eventually treat her like that too? She didn't like the idea...If he did, maybe she would just leave him alone..Maybe that was what he wanted at that moment; to be left alone....

So when he broke open his coconut, and began to dine on the white meat inside of it, she frowned slightly, wishing she could open hers as well. She wasn't strong enough to kick it open, that was for sure, and there wasn't any rocks big enough to break it open..."I'm Naoki..." She replies in question to the two girls, after they announce themselves, and Zenith announces himself to them. She was a bit late in the reply, but had been to busy thinking over options for her food. Naoki was so busy with thinking it over, that she hadn't even noticed that Zenith had stepped in front of her, seeming to separate her and the two girls.

With curiosity, Naoki begins to smack the coconut against the base of tree. But, without much surprise, it failed to even crack the fuzzy coconut. "Hm.." She mumbles to herself, dropping it to the sandy ground, and trying to kick it as well. This only resulted in her slipping and falling face first into the dirt. With a few coughs, Naoki stands back up with embarrassment, brushing the dirt from her clothes and hair. She gives a soft, nervous giggle. "Oops..."

But it seemed the others were to busy with each other to notice her embarrassing mistake, to her relief. It was at that moment, though, that rage seemed to break between them. Some yelled, and ran. Zenith ran after one of the girls, in anger, grabbing her and turning her to face him. His rough breathing indicated not only his anger, but how hard he had ran. Her sky blue eyes grow wide in shock, her body frozen; unsure of how to react to the situation which was at hand. Naoki then watched as he fell to his knees, the anger seeming to leave his body as if it was his spirit..."Z-zenith..." Was all she could mumble out, still slightly too afraid to move.

With hesitation, Naoki watches as he walks, seemingly empty, towards the electric fence. Her heart is racing, pain flowing through her body. She didn't want anyone to get hurt. Especially Zenith. There was something about him which gave her some sort of link back to home. He was understanding, and hurt just as she did. She was about to yell out to him; to try and get him to stop. It was apparent what he was going to do...But the other girl seemed to already reach him first. She was relieved, glad that he had been stopped, but also, still worried. She felt...useless...helpless...And the pain in her chest only seemed to grow...She had never realized how other Deviant hurt; some more than her...It had only ever just been her...As if she were the only one...But there were so many others; and some had hurt worse than her....At least she had gotten to be with her family...Zenith...his had fallen apart so quickly and so fast...

Leaving the coconut where it sat, buried within the sand, she decides to walk off. Naoki wanted to get away...Maybe find some water...They were on an island, after all...Maybe she could put her feet in the cool ocean and just let the worries wash away...That was what she needed...Pushing her way through the large crowds of Deviant, she disappears amongst the many different colors...

(Woa, I'm totally falling behind you guys x-x)

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Zenith supposed that this was to be his end. He had already proven that he was no better than the Perfects. He had nearly struck a woman...something that compromised the entire integrity of his being as a gentleman. True, necessity made him hard, bitter, and cold; but he would rather die than to admit that he had failed as a gentleman of heart.

Before he could grasp the humming fence, though, a shout cut through the air, causing him to pause for a moment. It was only mere moments later that he was pummeled, she pulling him away from his death, assuring a dominant position above him so that his struggles would be in vain. She simply looked into his eyes for a while, before he heard her whisper:

"You don't deserve to die...your life is worth so much more."

His eyes met hers in a moment of confusion. Worth? He would hardly call his death anything effecting. But her eyes revealed a belief in what she said, his own emotion unsure of what to be. Muddled was the only appropriate term. He didn't really believe it himself, but it was enough to make him think and reconsider his actions, lulling him away from the want of death.

Being Human--whether Perfect or Deviant--there were certain things that caused the mind to wander. The position they were in certainly was one of them. He looked to his hands, which were held firmly to the ground, and then down; his intention had been to see how she had placed herself in so that his legs were firmly stuck as well, however, he caught an eyeful of cleavage instead. He instantly looked away as a small blush arose to his cheeks, a small line of blood running from his nose. "I...believe you can get up now."

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Vivian stood shell-shocked, eyes wide. It seemed the whole thing had happened in a blur. Zenith's attempted suicide had rattled her nerves, and she was now looking around fretfully. She spotted an orange flash disappearing into the crowd of other colors. The other girl. She was running away, for some reason. Vivan wanted to follow her; she hated the thought of someone wandering about alone in such a harsh place. So, she silently jogged after the girl, afraid she would lose her in the crowd. Somehow, she managed to keep her in sight. At last, she caught up to the orange-haired Deviant. Vivian reached out and grasped the girl's shoulder, since she couldn't announce herself other wise.

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His eyes that were dull and lifeless a moment ago seemed to get a gleam back into them. His idea of death hopefully had disappeared. While they were still the only sound their breathing Pearlie noticed that he was blushing and that a small trickle of blood ran down from his nose.
"I... believe you can get up now."
Embarrassed Pearlie sat up quickly and moved a small distance away.
"I'm sorry. I hope I didn't push you too hard. I just got scared." She was wringing her hands as she spoke, nervous of what he would say.
She looked away as he wiped the blood from his nose. As she looked around she saw how the orange hair girl was disappearing into the crowed, Vivian must have seen it too because she took off after her. Reluctant to let Vivian out of her sight Pearlie quickly stood up. She offered her hand to Zenith hoping that he would take it as a sign of apology and that they could be friends. They had to hurry though before Vivian and the orange haired girl whose name she thought she heard as Naoki got too far away.

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Naoki's skin seems to almost leap off of her in fear, as a strange hand grabs her hard by the shoulder, and turns her to look at a girl. It took her a few moments for her eyes to register just who it was; wide and filled with fear. When she realized it was just Vivian, the gentle girl who simply couldn't sleep, and probably couldn't hurt a fly, she lets out a deep sigh. "U-uh, hey...What's wrong?..." Noaki asks, but realizing that she may not get an exact answer that she would understand. She had never really been around someone who could not speak, so it was hard for her to understand the gestures in which the girl made...

"I was just...Just going to find some water to put my feet in...We are on an island after all, right?...Nothing's wrong with me...Really.." She mumbles, her shaky voice proving her statement otherwise, but her face held a plastered smile which was obviously forced. She hadn't expected for anyone to follow her. It was a bit of a shock. She also hadn't expected that they would be able to find her, among the many other different colored hairs. There were many that were even orange like hers. Maybe she should have hidden amongst them better...She really just wanted to hide..."Is Zenith okay?...." Naoki finally asks after a long few moments of silence. Although she had seen the other girl stop him, it still worried her slightly...

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Vivian nodded hesitantly in response to Naoki's question. In all honesty, she wasn't quite sure. Well, he had been saved from his suicidal outburst, but how long would his composure last? How long would any of their composure last? Upon close inspection, she could see that the girl was forcing her smile, and was clearly upset. Vivian suddenly realized how much of a disadvantage she was at. She was wondering how she would get her thoughts across. So far, only Zenith knew sign language. Back home, Milos was the only one she could really communicate with. Not even her parents understood most of the time. She sighed and looked about the large courtyard, peering over the heads of others. She really wanted to ask if they would allow Naoki to go so far as the shore, for whatever reason. But, this was one of those times she'd just have to deal. Muteness was a pain in the rear sometimes. Most times, actually. She wouldn't be spoken to sometimes by her parents because of her inability to speak and their inability to understand what she was communicating. But, she didn't like being talked to the majority of the time anyway. This time, though, she wished she could speak like everyone else. Instead, she shrugged and gestured forward, showing Naoki that she could keep going, and Vivian decided not to disturb her solitude, which she obviously wanted. Instead, she headed back to Pearlie and Zenith, who appeared to be getting along better.

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Zenith waved away her concern, dabbing at his nose with his other sleeve as he sat up. "No, I am fine." He saw as she stood, looking in the same direction. He watched as Naoki ran off, followed shortly by the mute Vivian. "Christ..." He gave a sigh, realizing the folly of his thoughts. True, he had broken down into a monster. But that gave him no reason to leave these three. Though he didn't entirely trust any single one of them in completeness, he felt a strange bond with them that he didn't with the other Deviants. Perhaps it was their willingness to be friendly. Or perhaps because they four all had met on the first minute here. Or perhaps because he was a gentleman amongst ladies, and a gentleman's job is to sacrifice his own well-being for that of the ladies'.

Whatever the reason, Zenith now felt partially responsible for these women. And he intended to do right...eventually, he knew, he would grow to trust them. He might give them his full history then. Maybe make a history of his own with one of them...

Shaking away the blush that came with the last thought, he stood and accepted the hand in friendliness. He paused after their hands separated, a question in his mind. "...why were you scared for me?"

After recieving his answer, he watched as Vivian approached. Is Naoki alright? he signed to her.

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Pearlie was relieved as Zenith took her hand and as they stood up he asked her a question,
"Well.. uh... I couldn't bear the thought of someone who looked so," she searched for the right word, "desolate throw their life away. I can understand why you were so angry with what I said."
She glanced nervously away before she continued,
"I didn't know. I'm sorry. I want to make it up to you and if you died it would have been my fault."
Thankfully Vivian approached and she saw him sign something at her. She was frustrated with herself that she couldn't understand what they were saying to each other. She had seen Vivian chase after the orange hair girl and wandered what had happened. She hoped that what had happened had scared her off. There was something about how Zenith had been protective of her that made Pearlie feel that all four of them were meant to stick together.

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Naoki's heart flutters with relief as the mute nods to her, answering her question for Zenith. It was good to know he was well. It would allow her to leave with peace in mind that he would be okay...It was then that she realized it looked as if the girl desperately wanted to communicate something with her, but wasn't sure how. She stares, in confusion, for a short while, before Vivian finally shrugs and walks off. Blinking slightly, Naoki watches her back as she walks towards Zenith and Pearlie. She was actually a very nice girl...Cute too. Everyone here looked pretty; all the different colors, beautiful in their own way...She wondered if she was beautiful too...

Brushing the thought aside, her eyes cast towards the ground, as she walks off towards where the girl had pointed. Walking through the dirt and sand, sometimes tripping slightly over the sand which shifted easily under her feet, she did, eventually, reach the shore of a beach. There was a far off fence in the water which would keep any Deviant from thinking they could swim off. She didn't know how any could, however...There was no other land on the horizon...They would have to swim for days, and would probably just die out on sea...Yes, still, they tried prevent this from happening...Naoki wasn't sure whether to take this as a sign that they didn't want them dead, or simply as a ironic sign in which they had not spotted....

She watches silently as the white foam of the ocean laps up onto the sand, hearing the hiss of the waves in the distance...It was so relaxing...It calmed her quite a bit...Although there were so many other Deviants here, she still felt as if she didn't belong...Naoki wasn't exactly sure why; maybe because it was just something so...different...Slipping her shoes and socks off, she dips her toe into the ice cold water, a shiver running up her spine. Then, one at a time, she placed her feet in, walking up and down the shore through the water. It felt nice on her bare skin...And the screeches of the birds above her made her feel as if she were free..Although she knew she wasn't...

It was then that she spotted her reflection in the water which pushed up towards her feet, and then quickly pulled back...Her orange hair..Her sky blue eyes and pale skin...She was what the perfects considered a freak...She tried hard to see the beauty in herself, but couldn't...Each strand of her hair...Each part of her body felt horridly ugly...Even when she was with her family, Naoki tried hard to avoid contact with any mirrors....Tears sting at her eyes...How long would she be here? She had tried hard to push all these thoughts away, but it was just so sudden...Being forced here...away from her family...Would they be like this forever?...In the middle of no where?...But the real question which bugged her was...What kind of life was this? Did she even have a real life?...Would it be better if she never existed?...

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Vivian furrowed her brows at Zenith's silent question, considering her answer. Then, she signed, A bit upset, I think. She pointed in the direction where she'd last seen the orange-haired girl heading. I think she wants to be alone, she added. After all, Vivan was pretty sure that's what she wanted. Vivian realized that her sign language was somewhat lacking, so she wasn't sure if Zenith had understood. The only reason she knew was because her brother had found an old book on it, almost burned to ashes. So, she hoped her signing was understandable, even though she had to make up her own signs sometimes.

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Zenith was slightly shocked that the woman's signing was not superior to his; however, he was reminded that not many had the oppurtunity to study the subject...or any else like it. Anything different, unique. The fact she knew anything, he supposed, was a miracle all in itself, and she did do a good job of making her subject clear. The only reason he had known it--and much other valued information close to heart to Deviants--was the fact that his job, as an undercover Deviant in a corrupt Government, was to locate and destroy such sacred treasures of history. Locating and destroying, on record, was not a skillset of his. In reality, his Grandparents' home hid away thousands of records and items of history before the Haven, back when everything was in Union.

Very well. I'll give her some time. He signed this back, before simultaneously asking in both voice and hands, "Would you prefer that I signed to you or spoke?"

As to Pearlie's response, he said "I see." Although he wasn't really sure if he did, he continued. "And thank you. But you don't need to apologize."

Recovering his fallen coconut, he looked to both the women, motioning the three others on the ground. "Hungry?" If so, he would open them as he did his own, smashing them between foot and tree. If not, he would ask again halfway through his own fruit.

But halfway was as far as he got...while the meager meat of the fruit was hardly filling, he couldn't eat any more. He had lost his appetite. Which never happened...he was worried about Naoki. She was the first to come in contact with him, and she knew she hid away her feelings behind a curtain of happiness...in fact, her despair could be much deeper than his own. He sighed, dropping his half-eaten coconut. "I'm going to check on Naoki." With that, he momentarily left the group in the direction that Vivian pointed out.

Upon reaching the orange-haired woman, he saw as Naoki looked down into her own reflection of the water. He had approached silently, and knew not what to say. So he simply let his mouth choose for him.

"I had thought you were an angel."

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The two of them did a bit more signing and Pearlie supposed it was about the orange-haired girl. Finally Zenith spoke aloud.

"Would you prefer that I signed to you or spoke?"

Vivian answered with some more hand movements and Zenith simply nodded.

As to Pearlie's response, he said "I see." Although he wasn't really sure if he did, he continued. "And thank you. But you don't need to apologize."

They walked back to the palm tree and Zenith retrieved his other coconut and proceeded to smash it in half he offered it to the girls and Pearlie shrugged in acceptance.
He handed it over and continued eating his half. She delicately picked some of the flesh and tried a bit before deciding she didn't like it. So she handed it over to Vivian. Zenith she noticed seemed to have lost his appetite and was looking rather glumly into the fruit. He sighed and dropped it. "I'm going to check on Naoki." With that, he momentarily left the group in the direction that Vivian pointed out. Pearlie was sort of at a loss. She felt a pang of something that he left but felt something else for the fact that he would care already about this Naoki. So she turned to Vivian and put the thoughts behind her.

"I'm not entirely sure how to communicate effectively with you. I want to get to know you but how do you do that?"

Just then an idea sparked. Her father despite his need for modern things were also fond of old gadgets. He bought at an auction one time an old Morse code machine and being his almost obsessive self proceeded to learn Morse code. Deep down Pearlie always wished he had thought of her when he bought it, to give to her for something to do. So during this time he taught her Morse code with all the tapping. She she thought why couldn't it be applied to Vivian. It wasn't hard to learn and she could teach it to Vivian easy enough. She she voiced her idea,

"Hey Viv, have you ever heard of Morse code..." she waited for a nod or shake, "well I was think because it entails a series of tapping why not use that to communicate. It's really easy to learn."

So she sat down and started explaining and her lesson of Morse Code began. She was quite pleased that she could do something useful.

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Naoki was still hypnotized by the ugly figure in the reflection of the water below her feet; the bright orange hair and blue eyes seeming like a giant blemish on the world's most beautiful woman. It just...stuck out...She didn't even notice that Zenith had come to join her, so when his deep, yet gentle voice finally spoke out, Naoki let out a gasp and quickly spun to face him. This caused a small splash below her, tearing the reflection apart and seemingly scattering it into the deep abyss of the ocean. Her eyes stare hesitantly into his, reflecting the movements of the water, and almost seeming as if they were the ocean themselves. For a few moments, it was if she were a deer in head lights; her eyes wide with surprise. It took her a while to register who it was; having been pulled so suddenly out of her deep thoughts.

Her cheeks turn a slight pinkish color at his words. An angel?...What did angels look like?...Did they look like the perfects?...Could you only be an angel if you were a perfect? Were the deviants doomed to be nothing but demons?...But the compliment he gave her still made her heart race. Just seeing his face caused her stomach to fill with fluttery butterflies that seemed they would never calm down. "An angel?...Why?..." Naoki asks. She wanted to hear more of his words. They calmed her; made her feel safe..She just wanted to fall asleep and hear his words; never wanting them to end...He was kind to her, and she needed that in the situation they were in now...She just needed someone to care....

While waiting for his answer, she gazes away from him, towards the water at her feet. Small minos gathered around, giving kisses to her toes. It tickled slightly, and she wiggled them, causing them to bury deeper within the wet, loose sand. It was at that moment that she realized she still hadn't eaten anything...And even if she were to return to eat a coconut, it wouldn't give her what she needed...It really wouldn't give any of them what they needed...It would only help for a short while...If there was just a lost fishing line stuck somewhere down the beach..."You know, we could make a fishing pole...fish for food...It would give us much more protein then those coconuts..." She mumbles, already seeming to be searching for the fishing line that may not even exist.

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Zenith gave a small frown of thought, wondering what her thought process was that she was so absorbed in before he arrived. A blush arose when she asked him about what he had said. "..." He scratched the back of his neck, hoping the tinge of red would not be so noticable. She seemed to be distracted with another thought, mumbling something about fishing. He would have been content to leave the subject as it was, but his mouth decided otherwise.

"Because I had thought that only Heaven could have made a woman so beautiful."

The blush furrowed as his mouth betrayed his attraction to the woman. He mentally cursed; how was this happening and why? He was one who showed no emotion, who was strong until he was broken. The rock. The stone. It was his guise; his mask. As eyes met, though, and his red pierced through the ocean of blue to the soul beneath; a soul which was battered, bruised, and confused. His earlier statement about family had certainly not done well with her conscious thoughts. What he said, he soon realized, was more than just truth...it was also what she needed to hear. Something she had not heard in a long time, if ever.