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Pink.

What an interesting color choice for hair. Though it was beautiful, there was something off. Was this a new trend? Dying your hair delusional colors? Surely she would of known, because she, herself, had quite the interesting colored hair. Maybe she started this trend? 

The woman’s dress was divine, from the skirt all the way up to her small poke bonnet. It was most likely tailor made, straight from one of London, England’s many glorious fashion designers. With one piece of fabric, they could make this unimaginable, well.. imaginable. Not to mention it looked just fabulous with her pink hair, complimenting it with a scheme of dull pink’s and bright pink’s. Sutcliff was just itching to find out where that woman had got her dress made. Maybe she could find herself one just as gorgeous.

So,.. she decided to ask. Curiosity had always got the best of her.

Her crimson heels pattered on the grey cement. The sound echoed loudly behind her in every direction. She slowly made her way to the young woman until she was about a few inches away. Grell hesitated for a second, but soon made up her mind and tapped her on the shoulder lightly with one of her delicate porcelain fingers.

“Excuse me, but may I ask where you got that magnificent pink dress of yours?” She asked politely, hoping her rather strange appearance wouldn’t make the young woman run away in fear.

Luka turned around in surprise. Someone was talking to her? Sure enough, there was a young… woman standing behind her. So much red. Red is a nice color. Just a shade or two darker thanpink. She couldn’t help but stare for a moment.  Realizing how rude she was being, she blinked out of her daze and smiled in apology. The woman had asked her a question, hadn’t she? Something about her dress?

“I’m sorry, I was a bit caught up in your attire for a moment. It’s rather lovely.”  She plucked at the skirt of her dress. “You said something about my dress? I made it just a few days ago. I happen to own a tailor shop just a few blocks from here. If you like, I can make you a dress too. We just received a new shipment of the most glorious red brocade. I’ve been dying to use it, but unfortunately, no one wants a completely red dress.” Hardly anyone talked to her on the streets. She hoped she wasn’t rambling. Finally, there was someone willing to walk around the streets in bright colors! Luka couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. “You’ll have to forgive me if I’m talking too much. You see, no one really wants to talk to a lady with pink hair. I’m seen as unnatural, and therefore I’m avoided, except when people want clothes.” Although the clothes they want is overall dull and muted. “I have so many beautiful shades, but it’s like people are afraid of wearing too many colors. I do hope you’ll let me make a dress for you.”

“My attire? This is just regular Victorian, nothing compared to your extravagant dress.” The reaper let a soft smile spread across her face. Indeed, she was surprised that the young girl wasn’t running away due to her strange appearance.

Let’s face it; the human world can sometimes be bipolar. There’s people who think you’re some creepy demon gentic human thing, and than there’s the people who treat you as equals. This young lady happens to be one of the equals.

“—-Ah! Yes, your dress.” She froze at the mention of ‘made it myself’. How could someone, such as the young lady standing before her, make such a dress? She couldn’t believe her ears. Was what she was telling her true? Maybe she was just making it up… Or maybe she was some designer robot from the future?!

Stop making assumptions. Stop it, Grell. She thought to herself.

“W-Why yes, If you don’t mind, that is. I would love to see such a shop.” The ginger was curious, yet again. She could only imagine what wonders awaited her in that shop!

“—And yes, you are babbling a bit. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to stop. How about we discuss this.. this dress you can make for me on the way down to your shop~?” She winked of reassurance as she waited for the pink-headed woman to show her the way.

She smiled brightly, glad that the lady hadn’t found her too odd. “I’d be glad to.” Gently taking the lady’s hand, she led her down the street, through the bustling crowds of London. What an odd spectacle we are. One dressed in bright red and the other in pink, both of us with hair to match.

“So, I was hoping to make something you could wear ordinarily, instead of only at special events. After all, those events don’t occur that often, so it would be a bit of a waste.” The majority of her fancier dresses ended up being worn once or twice, then they were shut away for a long time. Luka felt rather unappreciated when that happened, though she could understand that there was no way for people to be all dressed up without a reason.

As they neared the tailor shop, she found herself getting a tad bit nervous. “I’m sorry if I don’t satisfy your expectations. My shop isn’t very large, and it might be a bit crowded inside…” It was the perfect size for an ordinary tailor. It would’ve been just right for her, too, if she hadn’t gone and purchased more material than she could use. Bolts of fabric leaned against the walls, making it a bit hard to walk through the shop. “The fitting room is perfectly accessible, however, so we shouldn’t have any problems.” They were on a less-crowded street now, yet still surrounded by people. Gradually, a little shop came into view, with a window full of ordinary street clothes on one side, and full of fancy dresses and ballgowns on the other. “So, it’s not much, but…”

Grell smiled back politely, glad to have meet one just like her. We are like a dynamic duo. The pink and red woman walking along the streets getting attention, eyes darting towards us. For I, Grell Sutcliff, pay no attention these people. The non-flamboyant look at us; the flamboyant duo.

“Ah, well darling…—-” She thought for a moment on how to explain it kindly, though she continued to walk. Her crimson coat blowing in the little wind she caught as she walked. What was a nice reply? She had work, and there was certain dress code you had to follow. Though, it really was surprising that she had gotten away with her normal attire. It was sort of in dress code, but she still got away without half of the rules applying. 

“Well, darling… I work at a office with a dress code. But, I suppose wearing it on my days off would be nice. Does that sound good to you?” She replied in a kind of charming, thick British accent that you would commonly hear in England. London, to be more precise.

Satisfying? Grell? She was very hard to satisfy. Oh, there probably wasn’t a thing in this world that satisfied her. “It’s going to be only me and you, a small shop is perfect, dear.” The ginger gave a slight smile, quickly it disappeared. Like a hummingbird; one second it’s there, next second it’s gone.

She saw a glimpse of the store, and it slowly came into view. The dresses were glamorous! There was a velvet one, a silk-looking one,… all so beautiful! They looked like something Grell would see in a dream! She stared mystified at the dresses, soon she swallowed loudly. As she mouth closed, she was just realizing how much one of those would cost. 

Most likely £200, she thought. Unless this woman was as crazy as she looks, she would make me pay £2. Which is considerably low price, but that would be completely absurd! “E-Exactly how much money would it cost to get a tailor-made dress?” She slowly turned her gaze toward the pink headed woman standing beside her.

She was terrified.

…Oh shoot. Luka tried to keep herself calm as she hurriedly pulled Grell away. “A-actually, maybe today isn’t the best time for a fitting. And no worries, my dresses aren’t that expensive. I’m mainly just glad that anyone is willing to have me make one.” She gave a nervous laugh, trying to hurry up and get away. Why? Why did he have to come back today, of all days? After leaving me for so long, why couldn’t he just stay away? “Really, we should go now.”

Her heart had stopped for a moment when she saw him standing there, in the midst of her precious shop. The very last thing she needed was to have him back, no doubt to apologize and attempt to make things better. Lies. All lies. The scars were still there from their last encounter. Really, with all this, it’s no wonder I’m not all right in the head.

“I’m very sorry about your dress, ma’am, but it really isn’t a good idea for us to be in the shop right now. I do hope you’ll still let me make one for you.” She apologized, more focused on just getting away from there. “Trust me, my shop is not a good place to be at the moment.” Shoot. He saw them. Luka grew more frantic as the man slowly approached the front of the shop. “We need to leave now, please.”

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Luka arrived at her house after some time. Unlocking the door, she stepped inside and shivered. Her house was empty, really. There was no life in this place. I suppose it’s my fault for never being home, she thought to herself. Quickly, she gathered up her clothes and necessities, packing them into a tote bag. There wasn’t anything else she needed, so she decided to go, locking the door behind her.

On the way to Gakupo’s house, she was still a bit bothered by the atmosphere back at her home. Am I like that as a person? Empty and boring? She hoped not, but she couldn’t be sure. Luka was nearly at his house now, which was good. The sky had begun to darken already.

Gakupo had busied himself tidying up the guest room the second Luka had left. It hadn’t been used in quite sometime seeing as he never got many visitors that stayed more than a few hours. Satisfied the room was presentable, Gakupo placed a photo of him and Luka on the bedside table. Good memories. 

Presently Gakupo, having finished tidying up the guest room, passed the time waiting for Luka to return by taking up some unfinished tunes he was composing on the piano. They were soft and slow, a bit different from what he normally composed, but he felt this was on its way to becoming a great piece of music. 

Luka paused just as she was about to ring the doorbell. Little snatches of a wonderful melody reached her ears, and she walked along to where she could hear it better. He’s writing something again. This was didn’t sound like his normal pieces, though. It’s nicer. I like it. After a few minutes, Luka grew tired of just standing there and decided to just go ahead and ring the doorbell. Hopefully nothing’s changed. If it has, I hope it’s for better, not for worse.

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As soon as he saw the door close, he immediately tapped on the tile below him. In a few, second the floor tile slide on and a small platform rose with a black, cylinder container perched on top. Inside were things he would only use in case of dire emergencies. Hopefully, I won’t need to use this. I never planned to, but… Eyes of worry glanced at the door then back the container. I can’t shake this feeling that something bad is going to happen. And it won’t just anything normal either. With a heavy sigh, he carefully placed it in an open plastic bag then into his satchel and carried on his shoulder. Next he stuffed his license into his side pocket and grabbed his keys. Opening the door he found a worried Luka staring into the darkness. “Well,” he said after locking the door. “Are we going?”

Luka turned to face him, still a bit startled due to the somewhat eerie environment. “If you’re ready, then yes. I don’t really need anything else…” She played with the ripped hem of her dress, a little bit uneasy. “I’m sorry for my memory…” She walked alongside him to his car. Looking up at the sky, she saw that it was darkening unusually fast. “Maybe we should hurry… I don’t really feel safe about driving in the dark…” That mugging shook her, though she couldn’t quite remember the details of it, there was enough physical evidence left in the scratches on her arms and legs and the rips in her dress. She couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if Sage hadn’t been there to save her. Would she be dead? Held hostage? Tortured? Or maybe the gang would’ve only taken her money, leaving her mostly fine.

He nodded confident he could protect from the things that he might run into. He turned to her with a reassuring smile as they walked down the dimly lit hallway. ”No, it’s all right.” Once they were outside a sound of faint thunder could be heard in distance. “Seems like there’s going to be rain tonight. Hope it isn’t too much.” He unlocked the car for them, walked around to passenger’s side and opened Luka’s door. “Here’s your seat, madam.” When he got into his seat, he adjusted his mirrors, got himself comfy, and started the engine. As he turned to look behind him for any oncoming cars, he noticed Luka’s troubled face. “Luka, it’s all right. It’s best not to dwell on troubling thoughts.” He placed his hand on her shoulder and nodded. “Please don’t worry. I’ve got some music to listen to, some books to read in the glove box, or you can rest your troubled mind.” At the words ‘troubled mind’ he messed a little with her hair before directing his attention back to his driving. In moments, they were on the road with only goal in mind… Luka’s home.

Thanking him as she got into the car, Luka still wasn’t completely assured of their safety. She blushed slightly at his actions, giving a small smile. The faint thunder didn’t go unnoticed by her, however. She decided it was best to just keep her thoughts tucked away for now, and to just try to be positive. After all, they could always stop at a hotel or something if it got too dark. Or when the storm starts. Whichever comes first.  “Thank you for doing this.” There was no reason for him to help her, after all. Luka leaned against the window, watching the surroundings zoom by. She barely noticed as the first few drops of rain fell, having drifted off after a few minutes.

It had been a while since they left the school and things in the car were quiet for the most part. He and Luka didn’t talk much because there wasn’t much to talk about, really. Plus he was a relatively new driver so multitasking while driving wasn’t a good idea. So out of boredom and wanting not to break the silence, he let his mind wander. Why is she reluctant to go home? Is there something that’s terrorizing the people there? This and similar questions battered his mind, but the most prevalent thought was a personal question. Why am I helping her? He thought long and hard about what the answer might be, but he could think of a suitable answer. Letting his mind, he looked at Luka out of the corner of his eye just to see how she was doing. He couldn’t make out exactly what she was doing but he figured she either was in deep thought or asleep leaning against the window. Either way he want to be sure of how she was doing. Plus he had enough of quiet time. “Hey, Luka, are you awake?”

She woke with a start at hearing her name.”Oh! Yes, I’m awake, sorry about that.” She straightened up, pushing back the strands of hair that had fallen in her face while sleeping. What do I say now?… “The rain doesn’t seem to be letting up, huh?” That was stupid. Stupid and boring. She sighed at her incompetence, trying to think of something better to say. “Um… So I guess I should explain why I was in that part of town in the first place.” That was better, but not much… “I was actually planning on going away from where I live for a few days. Not that anything bad was going on, there.” I think. I forgot why I was leaving. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, don’t be too bothered if we can’t find my house. Firstly because it’s my fault for not remembering where I live, and secondly, I’m not sure why but I think I wanted to get away from there.” She stared ahead, watching the rain hit the windshield in the growing darkness.

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Her eyes crossed for a second, following Ruko’s finger. “I suppose you’re right. Thank you for giving me a day off, even if it involved a kidnapping of sorts.” She scanned over Ruko’s outfit, then down at her own. “Well, how about we stop by my place first, since you’re in that guard uniform and I’m in my work clothes? It’s only going to get hotter as the day goes on.” She looked up at the sky, shading her eyes with one hand.

Ruko followed her gaze, noting how there were almost no clouds in the sky today. “I guess yer right, but do ya really want me to go to yer place? Those sticks in the mud might be lookin’ for you there.” Her gaze went back to Luka, flashing her another goofy grin. “But I don’t mind visitin’ yer place, it must be nice.”

“Oh, true. I forgot about that…” Luka frowned, trying to think of where they could go. They could always go to a clothing shop and buy new outfits, but then they’d be stuck with carrying the current ones. Unless… “If we take a back road to my house, we could slip in unnoticed through the back door. I doubt they’ll stay for that long, anyway. I am entitled to my privacy, after all.” If that plan worked out, they could go and spend the rest of the day as they pleased, without having to be bothered by the heat. She stared in front of the bench, almost certain that she could see the little ripples in the air.