An Unorthodox Arrival (Olivia, Introduction)

[Allen Daughtry]

'To think... it was only twenty four hours ago that I was sitting in a hospital room next to Saphira in Philadelphia, and now we're laying around in some apartment on the other side of the country. How it got this bad... or this good I guess, I still have no idea.'

A red-eyed, grease-haired shell of a boy that faintly resembled Allen Daughtry grudgingly leaned into the plush leather reclining chair that sat at the edge of the main room's living area, with the coffee table a meter from his feet, the good-sized flat screen television at his right side, and the couch that currently acted as a makeshift bed for "Saphira Amelia Rage" sprawled across the wooden flooring just in front of him and around the corner of the table. The boy's ebony shades, family cross, and leather jacket were spread across the table itself, with his mahogany shoes at its legs. The rest of his possessions lay in a small duffel bag just behind him, pressed against the dark-painted wall that spanned across a particular portion of the large main room. The apartment held a nice modern edge for style, and Allen was impressed with the place considering the rush he and Saphira had made to arrive, and gave quiet perks to whomever had been the former owner before the economy forced them out of paying rent.

Allen had his left hand spread across his eyes and forehead, his dry lips opening once or twice every few minutes for no particular reason, and the boy felt annoyed with a combination of the jet lag and nasty hygiene flushing away his energy. He felt like quite a bit of a mess, both mentally, physically, and emotionally. It wasn't a surprise, though; he and Saphira had just left behind everything they had to escape the organization that pursued her and to follow the debt that Allen now had to repay. A death threat floating over his father's head and the near-fatal injury from the "Zero" character on Saphira that would have left her vulnerable to a second attempt, their only choice lay in escape. However, sudden migration was never easy, regardless of how fast they had to pack what little possessions they could scavenge and haul onto the private jet "offered" to them by Allen's "new employment."

For now, however, Allen decided not to think of those men, considering the emotional stress that had escalated the moment they held him by the throat. Breathing heavily from the thought, Daughtry tossed himself up into a seating position with a start, his face drooping, his eyes sulking. To say the least, he wasn't in a happy mood, especially considering that he couldn't sleep. He had been awake for at least a day and a half now, and he still couldn't fall asleep.

Rubbing his left hand through his blond locks for a few moments, Allen glanced at Saphira, who lay dormant on the couch, and very much asleep, but for reasons that Allen didn't like. Her injuries from Zero had been more than significant; three razor-sharp blades pierced into her abdomen, leaving her lower body in tatters and had, if it had not been for Allen's ridiculous luck, nearly led to her death. Throughout the trip from the Philadelphia airport to San Francisco, the girl had been dropping out of consciousness, regardless of whether Allen hoped to keep her awake, and against her own stubborn resistance. After Allen realized that she wasn't falling into a coma, however, he decided to give up and let her rest, just as the doctors had prescribed.

Though they had said that in quite a fit of anger; they didn't like their sudden departure from the Emergency Room at all. One false move, the head doctor reminded with a red face after he accepted defeat at Allen's arguing, and the wounds would reopen, and if it happened in the air, it would be a death writ for her. Allen considered this seriously, and when he and Saphira arrived at their respective apartments, Allen made sure to collect everything; he refused to allow her to help due to her condition, which she accepted for the most part. When they arrived at the jet waiting for them at the airport, Allen helped Saphira into her seat, and a while after take off, the girl began to consistently drift into sleep, her head dropping onto Allen's shoulder now and then.

Watching the girl's chest rise and drop from her restful breathing, Allen felt his emotions sink as he questioned the entire situation. He already accepted that there was nothing he could have done to save Joey, his pawnbroker, from the murderous intentions of his new "employers"; he had accepted that, and while he would have missed his father and Mugen Hall, he would have been happy that he still had his own life. But part of him was surprised by his own choice to bring "Saphira" - 'Her real name's gonna take some getting used to, what with how I called her Sapphire for so long.' - along to San Francisco. Yes, it made sense in terms of her own safety and health, but Allen had always thought of himself as an innately selfish and withdrawn person. So why was it that, after the Mafia indentured him, that he couldn't bring himself to leave Saphira behind? What had been that feeling inside of him to bring her along? Compassion? Possibly. A need for companionship? Maybe. Some sort of attraction? Part of Allen seriously denied that, but then again, another part of him vehemently disagreed...

The boy placed his left hand against his face and sighed again, hoping to relieve the stress he had to carry, 'My God, I thought I'd be able to escape these damn adolescent issues... but I'm just as open to them as anyone else. Goddamnit.'

After a while, Daughtry let his eyes fall on the sleeping girl again, and after a while of simply watching her, a pleasant, peaceful smile passed over his lips.

'Sleeping beauty...'

Allen nodded at himself and let his hand fall to his side, before he reluctantly pushed himself off from the couch, having given up from trying to sleep. After stretching his sore, cramped muscles and yawning a bit, Allen glanced around the main room, remembering how surprised he had been that Saphira's cousin Kris had been able to find them a place to crash in such short time. He still wasn't exactly sure how they were going to pay off the rent, what with how Allen was completely poor, but he had the gist that Saphira had that problem solved, so he wasn't too concerned. Noticing the kitchen area, Allen decided that he needed a glass of ice cold water to quench the thirst that had suddenly risen on him. It was all they had, either way; Daughtry had not been given enough time to hit the grocery store yet since their arrival. Still, he felt he should check on Saphira first.

Quietly walking to the couch near him, Allen crouched down so that his chest was at a parallel level with Saphira's body, and scanned over her form for a moment. His cerulean eyes noted her stomach, thinking on the pool of blood that had once been there, and felt a shiver run down his spine. He could remember the sinking dagger that had been fear when he saw Saphira on the ground unconscious, and still felt the damp touch of her bloody clothes against his flesh as he practically carried her away. He risked placing his right hand on the plane of her black shirt that ran across her padded abdomen, the white bandages running completely around her lower torso. Allen's hand sprawled faintly across the entrance area, and he made particular care to keep the weight of his limb from her own body, though he still feared that she would wince from some sort of pain.

Allen sat there for a moment, allowing Saphira's body to rise and lower from her breathing all the more, before he slipped his left hand up towards the girl's face and slid his palm across her right cheek, which rose to her forehead, checking her bodily temperature and hoping to gradually wake her all at once, her bangs covering his hand. Her forehead felt warm, but nothing extreme, so a fever or infection were doubtful.

'Seems we dodged a bullet...'

Allen watched the girl's face for a moment more, then quietly whispered to her, in as soft as a voice that he could muster, in hopes of waking her so that he could check up on her, "Sapp -- Saphira? Hey, wake up girlie, let's get you some water... Saphira... Saphira..."

[saphira]

*In her dreams*

"Mommy! Daddy!"

"Hey there little one." *Picking her up*

"Hello precious." *Placing a kiss on her forehead*

"I missed you!"

"And we've missed you, sweetheart."

.::Saphira's dreams seemed to be endless and random. Switching from one thing to another. Never truly finishing the scene before. It had been that way since she was brought to the hospital back in Philly. Her mind was scattered in many places - with many thoughts rushing at her. It was not but a day ago that she had been in that hospital bed, continuing her fight for her life. And next thing you know, she was in San Fransisco. Life has a funny way of doing things. But now the young beauty slept almost soundly on the couch of their apartment. Their apartment. One would think they were an item or something. Technically they were together, but just not in a romantic sense. No these two individuals shared something in common, which in ways brought them a little closer to one another. Upon their arrival in San Fransisco, Saphira paided next to no never mind to the look of the apartment - that Kris' sister had gotten for them. Luckily for them she dealt in real estate and was able to quickly locate them a place. They owed her a lot for that.

Otherwise they'd probably be stuck in a hotel room for awhile. Saphira's body was sore, it still ached in pain - and all she wanted to do was sleep. On the trip from Philly to San Fransisco, Saphira had been trying to get her rest. Something the doctor had insisted that she get, even though he was strictly against her leaving - he at least wanted to make sure that they both understood the importance of her resting. But it seemed like on the trip, Allen was far too worried that she would probably slip into a coma or something - which led to him constantly awakening her to much of her dislike. If it hadn't been for her lack of strength, Saphira would've probably struck him for doing so, out of frustration. It was bad enough that it was hard for her to move, let alone breath without experiencing any pain. Not to mention the fact that she had to be ''wheeled'' around, cause of her lack of strength and that she has only been in the hospital for about a few days. Of course stubborn her was against it, but accepted it just a little just to stop the bickering between them.

Her hands rested just a few inches in front of her face, one on top of the other - like prayer hands. Her tired body was outstretched across the couch. Why had she decided to go with Allen? A question she found hard to full answer. Back in the hospital when she came to the following day, she found herself revealing her true identity to him. Only Pain had known who she was and that wasn't by choice. But why did she choose to tell Allen? Maybe it was because he had involuntarily gotten himself involved in her affairs. Not to mention the fact that Zero attempted to shoot him as well, also speaking her code name - Six - in his prescience. Such things would've prompted constant questioning sooner or later - he would've wanted to know why he had been shot at after all. Digging deep within, finding some kind of strength left she was able to push him out the way - luckily the bullet missed her as well - otherwise she wouldn't be here today. But it had to be something more. But what? Had Allen gotten to Saphira somehow?

Had he begun to unlock the doors that she closed long ago? Maybe.. slightly. Did she find herself feeling something towards him? She herself would deny any such things, but that lost girl hidden within would say otherwise. That lost girl was silently crying out for help. Crying to be released back into the world once more. Yearning for it. For someone to break down the walls of the castle that held her inside, to bring her to her salvation and save her sanity. Bring her back to life, for in some ways she felt dead inside. As much as she didn't want to, she had lost a huge part of herself from being with ''them''. Would she ever admit it? Most likely not. For it was even hidden to her. She still felt that she hadn't lost herself. Though facing near death changes a person's perspective on life sometimes::.

*In her dreams*

"You're pathetic, Six."

"Screw you Zero."

"Anytime sweetheart, I always wanted to taste you."

"Not even in your dreams. I'm not going back!"

"Foolish girl."

*Fight continues on*

.::For a moment or two her breathing had increased slightly, though was slightly shallow - but at least she was breathing. The shallowness of it had to due with the fact that the stab wounds in her stomach made it difficult to breath easily. Every now and again her brown would frown, her eyes would squint and a small wince of pain would seep through closed lips. It probably would continue to hurt to breath for awhile. Her lower torso was completely wrapped underneath her black shirt, not to mention the huge patch on her upper back covering her three claw marks. They might as well have wrapped her whole upper body and make her look like a mummy. In her dream, she found herself in that battle once more - beginning to fuss slightly - until she felt his touch against her stomach. That same touch soon finding it's way upon her cheek. The last time he had touch her cheek, he managed to catch her off guard, placing her in an awkward position.

But this time she was asleep, and all it did was sooth her. Her breathing had slowed down, as the soothing feeling of his touch comforted her. Then the soft whisper began to drift into her ears. Her eyes squinted, and she stirred lightly - slowly those hazel orbs began to flutter open. Her orbs slowly focusing on him. A somewhat blurred image of him appeared at first, then it cleared. Tiredly she looked at him, seeing a smile on his face - she couldn't help but to give a little reassuring smile herself. Maybe it was the pain killers that she was on, or maybe she was actually kinda happy to see that it was him and not one of ''them'' starring at her. She wasn't so upset with him any longer, since he had allowed her to finally get some sleep. With the smile still on her face, Saphira whispered back to him::.

"..Hello stranger.."

[Allen Daughtry]

The quiet voice slipping through Saphira's lips was enough indication of the situation to Allen. Having always known "Sapphire Firestorm" as a subtly withdrawn, but otherwise sharp-tongued and sharp-minded woman, it was out of character for her to behave so lethargically, a sign that the wounds were enough to drag her body's energy down.

But with the girl holding up a small smile of her own, and able to still show off some of her old character, Allen just grinned at her all the more, glad to see a day was making excellent progress. He kept his hand on her chin for a moment more, before slipping both hands away from her face and stomach, watching her lie down on the couch, and finally asked her, "Glad to see you're awake. You want some water? I'd imagine you're thirsty."

Whether he was given a confirmation or not, Allen stood up from his place beside the couch and casually made his way to the tiled floor of the kitchen area, hands pocketed purely out of old habit, eyes staring towards the refrigerator, but his mind thinking in a million different directions. In his mind, for the oddest reason, played the soft pattered notes of a sad piano solo* written by the composer Chopin. Allen had no idea why he would be in such a tranquilly depressed state, but ringing in his ears was that enthralling tune. Listening to the piece play through memory in his head, Daughtry reached the island of the kitchen and nonchalantly grabbed two tall glasses, destined to be filled by a few cubes of ice and chilled water directly from the freezer. Pressing one glass and then the next against the reception device, Allen stood poised, waiting for the drinks to be finished in a sort of stony state, mostly because his mind refused to function as it normally did. While he was trying to hide it, the boy was severely fatigued from the days' events.

When the two glasses were filled, Allen held each in one hand and made his way back to the couch, where he placed one glass on the coffee table in front of both himself and Saphira, and held the second to offer her a drink. He wasn't sure if she'd take it into her own hands or ask him to hold it for her, but he left that up to Saphira. Eventually, when she had her sip or discarded it, Allen dropped himself softly onto the floor besides the couch, leaning his back against the arm that acted as Saphira's bed rest, letting the front of the arm making a sort of pillow for the boy.

He stared off into space, a strange smirk on his face, as his mind shipped from image to image, recalling the events of late. At last, a small laugh slipped through his lips, and his right hand pressed against his eyes, his head leaning into the arm further, "My my... these last two days have been so... God, is there even a word for it? I don't think I can... heh, think of one. Man, this is all too much..."

Allen let his head fall back forward, his hand laying across his blond scalp, and the grin subsided as he stared into space once more. Yet, beyond this strange state, Allen's focus returned to the girl beside him, concerned for her health, "Saphira... I know this is so cliche, but are you all right? You took quite a beating, and I wish we could have kept you in the hospital..."

[*Note: The listed song, Wakare no Kyoku, is actually a cover of Frederic Chopin's Etude op. 10 no. 3, also known as "Tristesse."]

[saphira]

.::Her wounds hadn't completely drained her energy, it was just laying dorment for the time being. One couldn't except someone to just wake up with such excitement afterall. Still smiling slightly, eyes kinda low she still felt his touch upon her chin and stomach. The softness, it's gentleness was soothing and most likely much needed in these times. Though she wouldn't admit it, Saphira was currently fragile and vulnerable in some senses. More or less in a physcial term. Her body had yet to truly begin to recover from her ordeal, but Saphira's stubborness wouldn't allow her to admit that she was in a weaken state. Her captivating eyes remained on him as that touch moved away from her once more - though the soothing, relaxing feeling hadn't gone away. Maybe it was more than just his touch, maybe it was his prescence as well. Who's to tell. Point of the matter was that she felt comfortable and almost safe, that's all that really mattered.

Lips remained closed as she nodded to his question. Indeed she had been quite thristy, a bit hungry as well. But currently she needed to awaken herself. She could still feel the fatigue of her body, as her eyes started to falter shut again. Lightly shaking her head, her eyes opened once more no longer seeing Allen's figure in front of her. Shifting her eyes, and leaning just slightly off the couch she found his siloulette once more. For one tiny moment, her heart had skipped a beat - thinking that they had been found already. But that was nearly impossible. They had just left and just arrived. Taking a deep breath, she whinced a bit at the pain while ever slowly exhaling. Hazel orbs looked towards her adanbonminal, skimming over her shirt with her gently - feeling the padded wrapping. That was the wound that nearly killed her; should've killed her; if it wasn't for her being so determined and stumbling out in the open where he found her::.

~....I won't die so easily... I - ~

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.::Her thoughts were interrupted for a moment as Allen's footsteps approached her once more. Hazel orbs trailed up to him as he handed her drink to her, placing his own on the table. Slowly rolling on her back just slightly, lifting her head up and bringing the glass closer to her lips, she took a sip. Her eyes squinted slightly from the pain of the wounds on her back, and she slowly rolled back on to her side just as he began to sit. Seeing that it would hurt if she attempted to strech and place her glass on the table, Saphira decided to instead just lay it on the floor just a little away from Allen. Those eyes found their way to him once more, remaining there for a period of time. She couldn't help it for some reason. The silence that had entered the room was almost intoxicating. Shifting her body over a bit, so that it now laid just on the edge, her head removed from the cushion of the arm rest and now rested on one of her hands on the seat.

Her face was situated just near his shoulder, watching as he starred off into the nothingness. All she had was a view of his profile. Noticing the grin appearing on his face, and the small laughter that arose from him - her head cocked to the side like a curious puppy. Hearing his words, she couldn't help but to laugh a little herself - indeed it was certainly the pills causing her mello and much more down to earth attitude. Or just maybe this was the real her, hidden deep within::.

"I think I would have to agree."

.::Her voice still sounding a bit soft, though much more clearer and upbeat than before. But his laughter faded, along with his smile - which only led to Saphira's fading as well. Curiously her hazel gems blinked as he looked at her, her face not being to far away from his own - considering their placement. He was concerned for her. Well that was obvious from before, but then again there was the constant bickering between the two. Mainly because of her stubborness, and pride. Those gems softened for a moment before a playful smile appeared on her face. With the hand that she wasn't laying on, she playfully pinched his cheek replying to him::.

"Awww... isn't that cute.. Concerned for little ol' me..."

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.::To think she was sorta acting as if nothing had happened at all. As if it was just the norm to be beaten to the brink of death. Definitly the pills were playing a slight role. But then again, that was Saphira. Her most inner thoughts and how she really felt were stored deep inside. Truthfully she was pissed off at what happened. Being beaten the way she was. She was practically just tossed around like a rag doll by Zero. She would rather not talk about it. So continuing her playful demeanor, her hand rested on his cheek and kept her smile::.

".. Don't worry.. I don't die so easily... I like to think I got a lot to live for..."

[Allen Daughtry]

After Allen's contemplative daze, his eyes focused on Saphira's horizontally angled face as he turned to listen. There had been a smile on her lips as he laughed, a surprising fact to him; then again, he hadn't even thought how she would react to his thoughts. Her response assured him of her own attentiveness, though Allen noted the soft tone of her voice. Yet, regardless that Saphira was obviously not at her best, that same voice showed much of her typical personality, as she sounded more confident and sharp than she had for the last day.

What surprised Allen - even though he should have expected it - was her response to his worry over her health. She seemed to beam at him with her amused smile and brightened hazel eyes, and her free hand stretched forward across the small distance to squeeze his left cheek, and with her bemused energy sparking once more, Saphira gave him a playful reply suggesting how "sweet" it was for him to worry about her.

'Trying to take the weight off of the subject I see...'

Still, having Saphira's hand on his cheek was more than pleasant. After she had spoken back, the palm of her hand simply lay across his cheek, and his internal emotions went through a frenzy of peace and positive euphoria. It was hard for a boy that had suppressed his instincts and emotions for so long to describe; perhaps all those years of withdrawal from teenage society and his need for companionship was causing such feelings, or perhaps he genuinely felt happy around Saphira. It was impossible to tell with him. He was still far from discovering those sides of himself, after all.

In response, Allen placed his own left hand against the exterior of her outstretched hand on his cheek and smiled casually, watching her continue her words. He grinned widely at her last statement, and instantly spoke back, "Damn girl, you certainly don't, that's for sure. But what about these things you've got to live for? I hardly know anything about you... all I've got is that you must have a thing for rock stars, you can jump a lot in high heels, and you look hot in a dress. Other than that, you're as mysterious as ever. So what are these things to live for? Am I included on the list somewhere?"

Allen laughed a bit at himself to involve the last comment; in his eyes, it was purely jest and he didn't expect any sort of return from it, but he would find it interesting if he was giving Saphira motive to live. Still, he couldn't help but add a final piece, "And you'll have to wear that dress again some time, it definitely looked good on you Saphira..."

[saphira]

.::Those hazel gems just remained on him as his own hand touched hers. For some odd reason she felt warm inside, instead of the usual cold and withdrawn feeling she normally experienced. It was almost like that time when he touched her cheek back at the Spring Dance in Philly. A flush a red appearing on her cheeks, but not this time. That candy apple shade did not cross her face. Her smile just remained as he grinned back at her - quickly responded::.

~...Is he?...~

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.::Saphira laughed along with him, contemplating to herself. It was indeed a good question, stumping her slightly - though she showed no signs of it. Was he included her in list of things to live for? Did she even have a list of things to live for? Or was it just more so the fact of just wanting to live? Maybe to find something to live for. Inside she began to question herself, almost second guessing herself about things. About her life. About how things have turned out, even up till now. About how she and Allen got into the situations that they are in. Funny how life throws things at you. Puts you in situations to get out of and/or adapt to. Like this current one. Currently the situation called for adapting first. Her hand remained on his cheek, seeing as his hand was on hers. She looked at him, smile still on her lips - finally deciding to respond after a little laughter and small momentary silence::.

"...And I shall remain that way thank you very much... Maybe I should change my name to mystery or something..."

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.::Saphira chuckled lightly. She was certainly a slightly different person at the moment. Someone more calm, and much more playful. A little open but yet still reserved. Her stomach rumbled quietly to herself. The thought of food coursed through her mind. She really hadn't eaten much, if at all. Considering she was asleep majority of the time. Slowly her hand slid from under his, now being placed on his shoulder for a bit of support. Lazily and slowly she began to move off the couch. Placing her feet on the ground, her body following gently. Eyes squinted just slightly at the pain from moving, but she couldn't stay in that position for too long. Now Saphira sat next to Allen, her hand leaving his shoulder as her own shoulder pressed against his slightly. Legs stretched out in front of her. Inhaling a deep breath and exhaling it slowly, releasing the strain. She looked at Allen and responded once more::.

".. Well maybe you are, maybe you aren't... Who's to know... As far as that dress..heh, I don't know.. that was a rare occasion indeed... Maybe once in a lifetime, so savor it in your thoughts...Hey, Allen...let's go out.."

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.::There was a slight pause within her speech. And for good reason too. Saphira wanted to see what his reaction would be to her saying something like that. 'Let's go out.' That phrase could have a few different meanings, depending on how it was said and how the other took it. Saphira's face was turned towards him the whole time, a serious expression hiding her playfulness. She would let it linger in the air a bit more, before smiling and laughing slightly - finishing her sentence::.

"...and get something to eat.. I'm starving... Or we could just order..."

[Allen Daughtry]

Allen was a little surprised by Saphira's openness and warmth in their quiet little moment together. Ever since he had known the girl, Daughtry had grown used to her shield of bouncing quips and denials, though as they spent more time around the other, he began to think that she was growing more comfortable with him. It was difficult to tell, however; Allen was, after all, no mind reader, and Saphira was certainly good at keeping her thoughts or feelings secret through neutral and contained behavior. Yet, sitting there by the couch, regardless of her injury, she was acting more lighthearted than ever before. While Allen was certainly happy to see her in such a mood, it was definitely a new experience.

'Just makes me like her all the more...'

When Saphira replied to his question, Allen watched her with equal satisfaction and ease, internally laughing at the idea of calling Saphira by such a fitting name, "Hey, if anything, I'll definitely start calling you that whenever the moment suits you; it's certainly a fine nickname."

After he spoke, Saphira showed her intent to change her seating, as the hand on Allen's cheek fell to his left shoulder, and the girl shifted her legs to lean over the couch's edge, her feet planting against the hard wood floor. As she used Allen as a bit of a crutch, the weight she transferred to him firmly pressed against his left side, but he was strong enough and grounded enough not to feel pain; at the most, he felt thirty or forty pounds on his body from her. After crouching down and sprawling out her legs across the floor, Saphira's shoulder leaned against his as the two sat side-by-side. Glancing back to her as she spoke to him, Allen nodded to her honest answer about him on the "living list," a fact that didn't bother him considering that he didn't expect a thing from her, and tossed up a small face of false disappointment as she said the dress was one-time occurrence.

"Well damn, if only I had photographic memory..." the boy murmured to extend the jest, before his face smoothed out and his eyebrows rose as Saphira suggested they "go out." The boy had to admit that she likely meant to hit the city streets for food, but he had no idea where she intended them to go.

'Let's go out... where?'

Saphira seemed to be leaving him to hang on purpose, making him wonder if she meant something else entirely or expected him to question what she meant, but in due time she responded, telling him that she was hunting for food. Allen just grinned at the idea and responded, "I'm pretty hungry myself. I'm not really up for sitting around anymore though; wouldn't mind checking out San Francisco. But do you feel able to walk around? If you need me to, I can head out and get something for you. No need to exert yourself."

Allen watched Saphira quizzically; he wondered if she was hoping to stretch her legs and exercise her wounded form, considering she wouldn't have suggested heading out otherwise. Still, Daughtry felt he had to ask her; he was still worried about her condition, after all, and knew he'd have to act as her guardian for a few days, even if she didn't want to admit it and he had to hide the fact from her.

He allowed his smirk to widen though, deciding to offer an idea of where to eat, whether she choose to send him out like a scout or venture with him, "Though I'm in the mood for some Chinese, if that interests you. You want something in particular, or just whatever we find?"

[saphira]

.::Seeing the expression on his face was truly priceless for her as it just caused her to laugh a bit more. Shameful that laughing caused pain at the moment. She rested her left hand on her stomach as her laughter died down slightly to a small chuckle. Saphira was warming up to him, but like stated before the pills had a small effect on her. Considering she was normally such a mellow person, they made her the opposite of that. Not like it's a bad thing, just odd for those who've known her to be another way. But in any case he should just enjoy the ride. It's highly doubtful that he would want to go through the hassle that he did with her before. Arguing like a married couple. One thing about Saphira was that her pride was strong, and her stubbornness matched it. But underneath that she has the capability to be submissive sometimes, depending on the given situation.

She didn't mind taking a look around herself. It was something she would've done sooner or later anyways. Comb the streets to get a pretty good idea where things were. Not to mention potential hiding spots and vantage points. Such knowings came in handy in the long run. But was she able to walk around? She still wasn't in the best condition. She really shouldn't be moving so much. But would she just sit at home while he gets to go out and roam? No. No way would she just let herself sit at home, bored with next to nothing to do. Play some games maybe. Watch T.V. Occasionally call Allen to just bother him while he was out. Well that one would certainly be fun, then boring after awhile. Saphira looked back at him as he made a suggestion, her tummy growled slightly. It really didn't matter to her what they ate, she just wanted to eat something. Then a thought popped in her mind. She kinda wanted a good home cooked meal. Grant neither had been shopping, but they could always go on. Stock up on some stuff at the same time. A smile crossed her lips again as she made her own suggestion::.

"Ya know what... I'm actually feeling for something home cooked... How about we go to the store and buy some stuff, stock up while we're at it?.. We can kill two birds with one stone... After all, what are we going to do about food in the morning?... I'll cook.."

.::He had to admit she had a good point. Come morning and they were hungry again. What were they going to eat? Left overs if there was any? Saphira preferred a good breakfast. After all she did offer to cook as while. Even in her state::.

[Allen Daughtry]

Indeed, Allen did agree that Saphira had a wiser idea than his suggestion, but the moment she worded "home cook," the boy felt a frown of worry pass over his face and a dread over his thoughts. Not that he feared Saphira's cooking; quite the contrary, he actually preferred her cooking to his own, and he hadn't even tasted the products of her skills yet. He knew it had to be better than his, considering he was a terrible cook.

'Ah crap, I hope she doesn't expect me to toss together something for us to eat tonight. If she has the slightest illusion that I can cook, she's in for a surprise... a terribly overcooked, under-baked surprise.'

Allen's worry remained on his face right until Saphira finally said that she would cook their hand-picked ingredients, brought an immediate sign of relief and satisfaction over the boy's lips as he leaned against the couch arm, before speaking to her with a gratified chuckle, "Believe me Saphira, that sounds awesome, and it'd be nice not to rush out in the mornings for McDonalds or something."

Sluggishly pushing himself off the couch and standing himself up, Allen stretched out his limbs and cracked his sore joints. The thought of hitting the streets made Daughtry self-conscious over his hygiene, and the gritty sensation over his skin played an illusion over him that he looked as bad he felt. Yet, Allen opened his hand just above Saphira to offer any help she might need. Whether she took his hand for support to stand up or not didn't matter, because once she was on her feet, Allen would leave her side momentarily to grab his own things and get ready to head out with her.

Collecting his wallet and cell phone, Daughtry dropped his essentials into their respective pockets and slipped on his dark socks and mahogany shoes. Walking over to the kitchen sink, Allen flung a few handfuls of water over his face and through his hair to clear out the grease that seemed to sit idly on his cheeks and scalp, before shaking his skull for a moment and rubbed away the damp water with a towel. A bit satisfied with a bit of his appearance, Daughtry went to wrap his family Cross around his neck, tug on his leather jacket, and press the opaque shades over his cerulean eyes. As he began to walk over towards the door, however, Allen scooped out one final item from his bag: a lone push knife snuggly wrapped in its holster.

'Never can be too sure.'

Clipping the blade to the inside of his jacket, Allen finally made his way to the front door, and waited for Saphira to collect herself and make her way to his side. Opening the front door for them to head out, Allen followed the girl as they made their way down the stairs.

'First things first: I need to buy some Dr. Pepper, and lots of it. Shit... do I even have money on me?'


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~..Judging by that look he gave, I would say he can't cook very well.. If at all..~

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.::Keeping her smile she laughed a little with him. Indeed it would've been a pain to rush out in the morning for some food. Not to mention the fact is that she did love outside food, but she had been trying to cut back. Only for the simple fact is that it could get quite expensive after awhile. Constantly buying breakfast, lunch and dinner. It could do a real number on ones wallet::.

"I would've preferred IHOP."

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.::Through her peripheral vision she watched his silhouette rise. Looking at him stretch out his muscles. Allen was a good looking guy, in no shape or form could Saphira ever deny that. But then again, the way she gazed at him at the moment was in no way a gaze of attraction. It was more of an inquiry. A straight face but full of questions left unanswered. His hand fell in front of her breaking her gaze for the moment. Placing that Saphira smile on her face once more, her hand gently touched his own. Her other placing itself on the seat of the couch for extra support, as she gently stood up onto her feet. Again that gaze fell over her face, watching him walk away and get ready. What was it that brought on such an expression upon the young beauty's face? Slowly her body lowered to a sitting position on the couch. Hazel orbs still focused on him.

Her mind was swirling with questions, as it always did. She wondered what would've happened if he hadn't been there that night. Saphira owed her life to Allen. She never even thanked him. She wondered what would've happened if she hadn't found the strength to push him out the way of Zero's bullet. For a moment her gaze fell to the upper portion of her left arm, just a few inches from her shoulder. Staring at the small burn the bullet had given her as she was lucky that it just grazed her skin. She wondered why did he come to her and ask her to leave with him. Of course he proposed a pretty good argument - it was better if she left. But why ask her to come with him? She could've went anywhere on her own. Why insist? Why did she agree? What made her inside agree to go to San Francisco with him? Had he really grown on her that much in such a short time? But she never thanked him::.

~...I...never... thanked...him...~

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.::She heard his footsteps approach the door and shook her head out of her momentary gaze. Looking up toward his direction, she mentioned she'd be right there. Placing her white socks on and her black sneakers, she got up carefully and headed towards the kitchen to perform the same as Allen had done previously. Wiping her face with a paper towel, she tossed it in the nearby garbage and began to tie her hair back in a pony tail. A few strains escaping and falling to the front of her face, slightly hiding that some of that beauty. Walking back over she located one of her bags, removing her cherry red leather jacket - throwing it on carefully. A slight bit of pain crossing her face as she stretched her arms through. Exhaling lightly, she grabbed her wallet and her silver handled butterfly knife. She flipped it open, playing with it for a second. Doing a few little tricks. She smiled at herself, giving a small chuckle::.

"Still got it."

.::Placing the item within the confines of her jackets right pocket, she made her way to him and headed out the door to the stairwell. But just as they approached the stair's, Saphira stopped almost suddenly. Turning to face Allen, she made another better suggestion::.

"I could stand here and lie and say I'm fine to walk down these stairs.. But I'm hungry and it's gonna take me a million years... So how about the elevator, hmm?"

.::Opting to take the elevator would be in her best interest, less walking and strain on her body. Once he would respond she would walk over to the nearby elevator, pressing the button watching it light up. Once it would arrive she would set inside and wait for him. Typical elevator with typical boring music. As they were riding down, Saphira was silent as a annoyed frown would be found on her face from the music. Why did they have to play such crap? The world may never know. Once the bell rung and the doors opened, she would sigh in relief as they would make their way out of the building and onto the streets of Philly. Her walking was kinda paced at a moderately slow pace, as she did walk with a small limp coming from her right leg. During the battle her ankle had gotten twisted by one of Zero's holds, lucky for her he didn't break it.

The street lights danced bright colors of green, red and yellow. Cars whizzed on by some having music blaring out from the insides. The buildings stretched to the heavens as the people walked around with stuck up attitudes or just without a care. You would think they'd be more grateful to just be alive nowadays. But riches seemed to mean far more to people than anything else. One could tell by just looking at those that passed by. Saphira was still a bit quiet, those thoughts still running through her mind until her lips finally parted to speak. Her face still forward, only glancing at Allen through her peripheral after speaking::.

"...Thank you..."

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.::There was a rather long pause after she spoke. Her eyes turned away again facing forward. Her words seem to linger for awhile. 'Thank you' was not something Saphira said often. She didn't even thank him when he gave her the glass of water, or even when he helped her up. Doubtful that she ever said 'thank you' to him for anything since the time they've known each other. Her facial expression was soft and serious. She meant it whole-heartedly::.

"..I've realized I've never thanked you... I owe you my life... I apologize for not thanking you before.. Allen.."

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.::No matter what he said she would continue walking beside him, unless he actually placed a hand on her and stopped her himself. Her eyes never gazing back at him for the moment. Saphira had submitted slightly. Showing that she wasn't a totally bitch all the time, and that she could actually be really nice sometimes::.

[Allen Daughtry]

As the two strolled towards the nearest set of stairs, Allen sensed Saphira's movement coming to a halt. Having not expected the girl's decision to stop, especially considering how slow she had been moving already, Allen found himself taking three more steps towards the stairs before realizing his companion was a good distance behind him. He turned on his heel, at first worried that she was having severe pain or shortened breath, but what he found was a smart point waiting for him. It was strange that the idea hadn't crossed Daughtry's mind before, but when it did, he mentally smacked his head and smirked in dumb self-criticism.

"All right, if you're so impatient, then we can always take the logical route." Allen spoke back in a wry retort, a grin on his face as he took three steps back towards Saphira's side, and then proceeding to follow her towards the elevator and entering inside its chamber.

The two stood idly as the elevator, and while the dull tunes were supposedly bugging Saphira, Allen was just leaning back against the shining silver wall and staring into the expanse of the other side. For the brief time they spent in the contraption, Allen was actually recalling a series of dreams he had experienced over the course of the last year, all very similar in that they were set on a singular white plane of nothing, with Allen standing by himself in the middle of nowhere. The dream itself was a wonder to the boy more than a nightmare, and the quiet reflection of the elevator reminded him of that nothingness. Even if he felt annoyed by the end that he was, after all, enclosed in a sealed space. He hated the notion of being held in one place.

Eventually, the doors opened once more, and the two teenager newcomers to the city exited the building and found themselves on the city streets. While the space had grown back to infinite proportions again, their progress was slow, considering that Saphira had to nurture her injured body, and the limp in her right side was the clear drag. Thus, Allen walked a few feet from her right side, intent on keeping up with her pace, but presenting himself if she needed help. Like his companion, Daughtry was also without speech, but mostly because his mental focus was delayed and hazed. He was partly aware of the street lights and random faces surround the two, but he didn't exactly register any of it, nor did he seem to focus clearly on a particular detail. He was practically floating, following Saphira's movements on unconscious command.

Eventually, Allen was brought out of his stupor by a pair of words spoken from Saphira that he'd never heard come from her, and for a moment, Daughtry thought that he was imagining the words, as if he secretly wanted appreciation for all that had happened. He instantly regained a part of his mental focus and glanced at the girl for a moment, before glancing ahead again as the weight of her thanks finally translated in his mind. Once the idea fully cemented in him, though, his lips curled into a soft, nostalgic smile, and his eyes nearly glazed over behind his shades as the thought brought back all the time they had shared together. It felt as if she were thanking him for everything and anything he had done for her.

He also remained silent in the long pause, though, as he was honestly uncertain of what to say. He wasn't used to expressing emotions, especially to the opposite sex, and considering their situation, any little comment Allen made could not only blow out of proportion, but remain a stain for quite a while. Even then, modesty was not his style, playing down his deed was inappropriate, and accepting the thanks almost felt snobbish. Thus, the boy felt it was better to smile and let the girl have her peace. Yet, she wasn't finished; Saphira went on to point out the fact of how she had never thanked him, how he had "saved" her life, and she even apologized for not thanking him sooner. All of this, Allen had to admit, was completely unnecessary, and he now knew that something had to be said.

Shifting his sunglasses across his blond spikes to reveal his cerulean eyes, Allen allowed his left hand to touch Saphira's right forearm so as to stop her in their tracks, allowing him to speak without difficulty. The boy glanced down at the girl for a moment, who stood a few inches shorter than him, and let himself smile faintly as he nodded in an understanding decline, "Saphira, there's no need to apologize; you forget that I never thank people often either, remember? So don't worry about that. Still, I appreciate it, especially since it's more precious when you say it rarely instead of all the time."

It was an excellent example of the similarities between the two, Allen thought. The fact that they were so withdrawn, using their external personalities as a shield, inadvertently forced their perspectives to chill, often leading to the appearance of their appreciation for others dwindling. But, Allen had always felt that Saphira was not taking him for granted, even if she wasn't thanking him, and therefore, he was never offended. All the same, hearing her speak the idea to him in hopes of comforting him was a great feeling.

Allowing his hand to return to his side, Allen allowed his smile to widen a bit as he continued, "Since we're on the subject, I'd like to thank you for buying me at that auction in the first place, dealing with me on the dance floor, and... well..."

Allen seemed to hesitate as he arrived at the final thought, his face flattening some by a smudge of embarrassment in him, but he recovered, placing a stronger grin on his cheeks once more and beginning to turn forward once more so that he could lead the two on their way to whatever grocery store they found, his right hand beginning to slip his sunglasses over his eyes again as he finished the sentence, "And thank you for coming with me here, Saphira."

[saphira]

.::The street lights continued to dance. The cars continued to drive on by. But the noise seemed not to reach her ears. For her everything was silent. The whole world had seized to move, to make a sound. That was until he touched her forearm causing her to stop in place. Hazel gems turned to look from her peripheral down at where his hand had been placed. Slowly they trailed up to him as her body began to follow along, turning fully to face him straight on. She stared at him in question, wondering what he was going to say - her questioning stare quickly found its answered. He was declining yet accepting at the same time. Something she would often do. But there was something he said within his statement that leaped out of the rest. Causing her to cock her head just slightly to the right, her eyes squinting a bit in question once more::.

~More.. pre...cious?...~

.::Such a thing could be taken in so many different ways. Though the random thought of one particular way popped in her mind for a brief second, but she quickly shot that idea out. The mere thought of him even meaning it in any somewhat romantic sense bothered her. Or maybe it confused her. Maybe it even scared her. After all, Saphira has no clue what those kind of feelings were anyways. She was closed off from those sort of things. Though maybe deep inside - those inner deepest thoughts - maybe she wanted to try her hand at it. But she probably would never admit such a thing. Then again maybe a reason she wished not to explore that side was a small fear of turning about to be like her older sister, Sasha. Sasha wasn't tapped into her emotions either, but Sasha was something else. A seductress of sorts. And Saphira didn't want to turn into her. Saphira knew she had the capabilities to do the same thing Sasha normally did. She knew she too could have that lust within her. Which is why she tried to stay away from people, specifically guys. Which is why she didn't want to get too close to any guy. She in no way, shape or form wanted to end up like her. Believe she's fought that lustful urge a few times before. Once at the dance.

Her eyes trailed to her arm once more, feeling his hand leave her forearm - before returning her gaze to him. His smile. Even she couldn't resist smiling back or even chuckling slightly when his smile grew that bright. Why? She couldn't explain it. It just did. Now he was thanking her? For buying him at the auction and being with him at the dance. Saphira's head remained cocked to the side, a small smile on her face because of his own, listening as he hesitated. Was that a small hint of red on his cheeks? Maybe so considering how fast he turned around and slipped those shades back on. Ah yes, those shades of his. No matter what time of day it was he wore them. Saphira picked up on that a long time ago. Most likely his own personal shield. She too had her own veil, though hers was just hidden beneath her outer shell. Maybe sometimes covered by her hair in her face. Just like now. Some of her hair had been swooped in a way that covered her left eye and hid that dragon tattoo on her cheek.

Her chin lifted slightly hearing his last words. Her facial expression changing to a small surprised, before bringing back that smile. The silence fell again as she looked at him for a moment, folding her arms. A devilish thought coming in mind to toy with him a little. Though before then she needed to lay out some rules. One being her name. It just kinda hit her that he was saying it a little too often in public and that wasn't a good thing. Plus some house rules needed to be put in place. With a grin on her face, reaching out with her left hand she touched his right hand gently. With a playful, though seemingly serious look on her face as she spoke to him. Taking a step into him, teasing him with her playful tone::.

"You know it's ok, Allen... You can just admit it..... You just couldn't live without me.... You'd die if I didn't come with you.. Your life would be over.."

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.::Keeping her smile, she let his hand go contracting hers into her jacket pocket, the other going into his respective pocket. She turned forward and began to walk, as she continued speaking. This time speaking on the rules as she laughed a little::.

"...Besides the fact that you're totally crazy for me, I've got some rules for you.. The most important one being the use of my name.. You can't be calling me that out here... Unfortunately I haven't thought of a name just yet, so.. I dunno find something else to call me for now... Now, as for the other rules... If you ever meet a girl and you feel like bringing her home, do let me know ahead of time so I can just leave. I rather not be stuck in my room hearing anything that might be going on..."

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.::She would look towards him and give a little smile, chuckling lightly::.

"... And I'd be damned if I had to do all the cleaning.. Sorry not your maid... I'll cook at least, since I've taken in account that look on your face from earlier that you can't.. But that shall change too, you will learn..... I have some more but I guess we can discuss the rest later..."

.::Saphira stopped realizing they had almost passed the grocery store. Ironically enough it wasn't as far as they probably thought it was. Good. It was convenient. Looking back up to him, one thought popped in her mind. Grinning again, she spoke in that playful tone once more. Laughing once she was done::.

"Oh.. this one can't wait... Golden rule.. I know you're gonna want to, but if you do then we're gonna have some serious problems.. No trying to get a peek of me in the shower.. As tempting as it would be for you... You must resist at all cost... The fate of your precious world depends on it.."

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