The scene unfolds with a brightly lit dining room, one wall entirely glass, overlooking a mountainous forest in what seems to be fall.

  Eva, younger, probably nine or twelve, walks down a set of luxurious stairs. She looks tired, and gazes at the lavishly set table before her and her sister.

  I stare at the sister, with straw blonde hair, and wonder where I’ve seen her.

  Eva opens her mouth and asks her mom, a lady that looks middle aged and very tired, who’s standing in a wealthy dress decorated with gems.

  “Breakfast? That's a rarity for you, Mother. What's the reason?” She says, rather eloquently for her young age. It’s the same sentence I heard her say in her sleep, but this time I hear it in Japanese. But my brain translated it to english? Bah, this hurts my head.

  “It’s a send off meal. Now come and sit before it’s cold.” She says, with an edge of wealthy parenting. I’d recognize it myself.

  Eva and her sister comply and sit promptly, when her father comes in and sits down.

  “Erik. It’s time.” Her mother says to the father.

  He sighs and lowers his phone, shipping routes displayed on the screen. Interesting. I’m making a note of that.

  “Wrath, what do you think so far? It’s too cohesional for a simple dream. A memory?” I ask, placing my hand to my chin.

  “My exact thoughts. It seems that Eva’s sister is about to be sent off. You can see how her sister is eager to serve her and the family, while Eva is sipping tea, seemingly above it all.” he muses.

  “Yes, but look at how tight the mother and father are when the little sister serves Eva, like they hold disdain for her.” I point out.

  “But if they dislike the little sister, and favor Eva, they would also be uncomfortable letting her serve the one they favour.”

  “But then they would dislike her serving them as well. That's how rich people are. Utterly pathetic in my opinion.” I snarl as I glare at the parents.

  “Let’s see what happens next then.” He mutters as he ponders, the same way as I do.

  “Liesma, we are disowning you, and evicting you from Latvia.” The mother says, while sipping her tea.

  Eva looks up in surprise from the food to them.

  “Why are you expelling me!” She says in shock.

  I react with visible surprise.

  “Is that not Eva?” I wonder in shock.

  “No, it clearly is, but if this truly unfolded in reality, it is no shock that she changed her name to further disconnect from the family who did her dirty.” He points out.

  “Good point.” I pause for a moment. “It would explain her obsession and her clinglyness. She had her own family reject her, so she can’t handle mine.”

  “Natalya will take your place as family heir, and you will be free to travel. We do not care. To prevent this news from spreading, we will tell the news you died, and you will have a large allowance weekly to keep quiet.” The mother continues.

  “But for what reason! What is it that I have failed to do that has cause for such a reaction!” She explodes.

  “You keep raising worker wages and increasing our overhead! Our profits are plummeting!” The mother yells back.

  “They were paid three cents above minimum wage! I was preventing mass quitting!” She fires back enraged.

  “And they were fine with their wages!” Her mother shouts.

  “You have simply proven yourself to be incompetent as the house heir.” She says after calming down.

  “This is ridiculous! I've been training since I could walk to inherit the company!” She remarks.

  “Training you did alongside your sister! You are replaced! Now eat quietly. You leave once breakfast is over.” She pauses and takes a sip of tea as if she was British. “We have arranged a plane to fly you to the Tokyo underground. The Japanese you studied will come in good use. Reports say it's the deadliest homeless area. I beg to differ and say its London and its knifefights but whatever the murder is.”

  Eva, or I guess Liesma, lowers her head in what I'm assuming to be in defeat, and slowly eats.

  “So. Told you it was Eva getting kicked.” I gloat to Wrath.

  “Shut up.” He grumbles.

  “So where is the memory going from here? Maybe she packs a bit and leaves?” I suggest.

  “No, it seems that they do not want her to take anything of her possessions. They will likely just escort her to the airport.” He deducts.

  True to Wrath's suspicion, when the breakfast ends, they pile into a luxury car and a driver drives them there.

  Ev–Liesma? I don't know what to call her right now. She stands on the stairs into a private plane, looking down at her betraying backstabbing family.

  “Goodbye. It was fun being a family while it lasted.” Liesma says.

  “Evidently not if they are exiling you from the family.” I mutter.

  Eva boards the plane and she takes off.

  When she leaves, the mother turns to the sister and speaks.

  “Natalya, I hope you do not fail us like she did.” She grumbles.

  Do I know someone by that? Where do I know a Natalya?

  I swear I know someone that looks just like her. From where though…?

  Argh! I can’t remember!

  The memory fades as I hear Eva stir in bed next to me.

  I leave her mind and roll over to face her as she wakes.

  “Morning princess. How does my Liesma go?” I snicker, leaving the hint wide open, but she doesn't notice.

  “Quite well dear.” She says sleepy. It seems saying her old name changes how eloquent she is.

  “What do you say we go to Latvia and beat the crap out of some rich shipping family?” I suggest.

  She frowns.

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  “Thats oddly specific. Why? And who?” She asks.

  “The one that used to share your last name.” I respond as I get up, and start to grab stuff to shower in.

  She freezes and looks at me.

  I don’t turn back and keep rustling in the closet.

  “How did you…” She whispers in fear.

  “Why are you so scared? You look like I just stabbed you.” I frown as I look over my shoulder.

  She sits on her knees, with her legs folded under her, like her whole world just collapsed. Her eyes are glassy, and filled with sheer terror.

  I grab her chin and frown once more.

  “Seriously, why are you so scared?” I ask.

  “How did you find out? Are you going to kill me?” She mumbles, as shadows fall over her eyes.

  “Why would I do that? I’m no villain.” I ask, genuinely wondering why she is so scared.

  I smile softly in an attempt to comfort her.

  She drops her gaze to my feet. “Because the last person that lied to you about their past got killed by you.”

  My smile vanishes and I look down at her.

  “It was with that yakuza kid right. Saturo. I killed that hobo with Saturo.” I say, my voice devoid of emotion.

  Her face is pale white as she avoids my gaze.

  “Yes. The blue eyed kid was with you.” She mumbles, clearly trying to not piss me off, as if I’d actually kill her.

  “It’s true I killed him because he lied to me. But he was a guy on the street, not the girl I love. I would never kill you unless you are trying to kill me. You know, kinda like how you stabbed me yesterday.” I remind her.

  She relaxes a bit, but she is still obviously scared.

  “Well, I need to shower, so you can lay around in bed for a while, and I texted the headmaster of the school yesterday asking for a student to be added in. You showered last night, so put on the uniform when you are ready to get up.” I add.

  With her temporarily pacified, I need to think.

  I step in the bathroom and lock the door behind me.

  I sink to my knees and clutch my head, screaming inside along with wrath as our head feels like it’s about to split in half.

  Images of the world in ashes and entirely obliterated with bodies littering the fields flash through my head as I hold my scream inside.

  When it subsides, I kneel there, sweaty and panting with exhaustion.

  “That was the second time this week. The interval is increasing Ikari. I’m guessing it’s all visions of the future. We need to prepare!” Wrath frets.

  “It’s not that big of a deal. You already know no one is capable of defeating us. Whether you are a mental illness or a sin, you boost my powers, and I could solo entire medieval armies. If it’s that big of a deal, we can see if you boost only melee or all combat potentials. If all, we buy a couple guns and hole up in this bunker. I have enough preserved food.” I say as I shrug, trying to pretend I didn’t just get rocked by a splitting headache for a couple seconds.

  “...I genuinely have no clue if I can boost other stuff. And I'm a god damn sin! Not no separate personality!” He yells at me.

  I chuckle as I stand back up, and start to undress for the shower.

  “Wrath, she isn't peeking is she?” I ask.

  “Well, you kinda shocked the hell out of her, I don't think she is thinking about stuff like peeking.” He deadpans.

  True. Very true.

  I open the glass door to the shower and step in.

  There's no tub, but it's a large enough shower for three grown men to lay side by side and could still fit a really skinny one.

  Oh sins, I love my shower.

  I turn on the water to pretty steamy, and sit cross-legged directly in the showers path and meditate.

  Another routine of mine is meditating in the morning. It calms the mind and soothes the soul.

  The water trickles down my head and my body as I breathe in and out, slow and deep.

  I feel my body relaxing from all of yesterday’s stress, and when I finish relaxing, I begin simply thinking.

  If Eva saw me and Saturo together, then she’s been following me for a long time, over a year.

  I also haven’t noticed her all this time, which is the most concerning part.

  Combat isn’t just fighting, it’s stealth and attention as well. I have enhanced awareness and almost always notice when I’m being watched, like right now. Thank god I knew this was gonna happen and wore swim trunks again.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Eva smooshing her face against the glass, trying to peek at me.

  I turn and meet her gaze.

  “Can I help you.” I say, dead tone.

  Eva doesn’t respond and doesn’t seem to notice I was talking to her.

  “I’m talking to you Eva.” I grumble as my patience starts to run low.

  For a girl so terrified, she really wants to sleep with a killer.

  Damn weirdo.

  She quietly opens the door when I turn back, as if I couldn't tell.

  She pads behind me and sits watching me.

  My eyebrow twitches in irritation when she doesn't leave.

  I get self conscious when I start practicing my jabs and punches against the dummy standing in the corner.

  It sounds really weird to do it in the shower, but it stimulates heat and exhaustion, plus the slipperyness of sweat.

  It does have tactical reasons. Plus I just like long showers, and it gives me a reason to.

  I stand, pretend Eva doesn't exist for the moment, and set up the dummy.

  I start kicking and punching quickly, while Eva starts applauding my work.

  “Very hot! Very hot!” She cheers. Not much of a cheer. More of an attempt to seduce me. Again. Why does she keep trying? We are literally dating. I'm just not gonna sleep with her like that.

  I turn and finally just talk straight to her, though I notice she’s back in the bikini.

  “Why are you in here?” I ask.

  “Don’t we shower together?” She asks.

  “The hell we do!” I groan.

  “But you did last night…” She mumbles.

  “Because you were crying and wouldn’t let me leave!” I shout.

  “So I just have to cry and you do what I want?” She asks innocently.

  “I will make you cry if you even think about it.” I threaten.

  She shuts up.

  “I told you to get dressed when you are ready to get up, not to try and shower with me. Go u

  get dressed, now.” I grumble.

  She, clearly irritated, gets up and leaves.

  I finish up my sparring and step out to dry.

  I grab my new uniform, my last one was unfortunately torn and impaled. Gee, wonder why it was.

  As I’m pulling the shirt on, I feel arms wrap around me from the back and hug me tight.

  Clearly knowing who it is, I turn, and to my total surprise, see Eva dressed, though clearly trying to use her ladylike charm to distract me.

  “Why do you keep trying to do this? What point is there in distracting me?” I ask.

  “I don’t wanna go. Claire is telling me that there is someone I don’t need to see there.” She says, dead serious.

  Someone that a sin doesn’t want their host to see, wait, not a sin. She must have DID as well. Whatever.

  “We need to meet that person. If what Claire told me is true, it's not them that's important. Sute may have just got invited to a very important place that you need to go to.” Wrath laughs with a wild look inside my head.

  “Oh? I never pass up a good mystery.” I cackle like a madman while Eva looks at me like I'm crazy. Spoiler, I kinda am.

  I swear my life is starting to revolve around school, because for like the third time in two days, I'm going back. Both to find this person, and the place Sute got accepted.

  I smirk, and I pull on the school uniform jacket as I get ready.

  As I slide my arms through the sleeve, I grab some breakfast food and toss some to Eva as we start to head out.

  I'm about to open the car door when Eva tugs on my jacket.

  “Kiss me before we go.” She says with a straight face.

  It's not a weird thing, couples kiss all the time, and I'd like another girl's taste in my mouth to push out Sute's.

  That's an excuse. I don't really care, I haven't tasted Sute's in my mouth since the return to class yesterday.

  Damn…has it really only been one day…?

  I'm overthinking this.

  I lean down slightly and press my lips to hers.

  I'm rather inexperienced in this, most of my kisses were from yesterday or similar crazy girls.

  I had never kissed anyone of my own volition.

  I place my hand behind her head, her hair tangling with my hand as she melts into my arms.

  When I pull away, she's gasping like a fish for air, and pulls me back in as soon as she can gulp down air.

  She kisses me like someone hungry for a food that doesn't exist, and if she stops eating, it'll disappear.

  When she finally pulls away and lays her forehead on mine, she is red faced and panting.

  “Well, how spicy.” I remark dryly with a smirk.

  “Finally you kissed me.” She pants as she stares into my eyes.

  Pulling apart, we step into the car and start the engine.