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Quietly sitting on the bed of her studio apartment she had white bangs in her eyes, arms around her knees, and her lips pursed in pure confusion and hate; that she still believed it to be. She recalled the way the leader of the Snakes was acting, and it was bothering her to no end, especially with the way she kept touching her; which now made her skin crawl, and shoulders shudder visibly under the little light that she had in this place called home.

Why…

She grimaced.

Why is she being so weird?

Shoulders quivered.

What am I… feeling, exactly?

Her left hand lifted to her face as two delicate fingers touched her lips, remembering the sensation of the other woman's lips over her own and the sudden touch of that snake's fingers on her bare back. She could feel heat rush to her cheeks at the remembrance, but a strange and foreign feeling fleetingly made its escape down her cheeks. When she realized this her fingers left her lips to her cheeks were the wetness slid and unexpectedly a tremor ran down her spine as those tears cascaded down her face like that of a river.

Canaan didn't know what was going on inside her head but felt pain in her chest as those tears of fragility fled down her cheeks, and slowly ran down her throat or onto her chest. It was hard to admit to herself but this reminded her of the time she nearly lost Alphard on the train, she could vividly remember the day like a poison.

I won't let you die! I don't care if you're the one I have to save!

Canaan was holding desperately onto Alphard's wrist as the woman's body was teetering in the wind, the white haired woman was clinging to dear life to both the woman and the train. She had the determined look in her eyes that said she didn't want to let go, and didn't want to lose another part of her family.

The woman swaying in the wind and feeling the forceful grip upon her wrist could feel pain running through her arm, staring up at Canaan's determination with a confused stare. Gritting her teeth, "We have the same name… we have the same tattoo…"

But Canaan slipped ever so slightly, grimacing through her own pain she fixed herself so as not to slip, but in the process knocked the pistol over the edge.

Alphard grabbed the gun with a swing of her right arm, and held it tight within her hand as she stared up at the young woman above her that stared back at her with wide eyes in disbelief. "Siam, you're always coiling around me. I'll release myself from the curse of the snake!" Gun pointing up at the white haired girl for a spare moment, before turning onto her own arm, her smirk transformed into a blank stare.

Suddenly shots were fired off into her arm, blood splattering into the air and being eaten by the wind, a few trickles landing on Canaan's hand that still held the woman's wrist. She seemed to lose all life in those silver eyes as the woman's body fell into the canyon, hand clenching the severed arm and her jaw tightening in horrified grief as the train shot into the dark tunnel.

Her heart was pounding so hard within her chest, the pain became nostalgic, tears continued to fall down her cheeks and throat but her expressionless face was depressing. She still couldn't fully understand why the woman tried to kill herself that day, and now finding herself regretting she hadn't secured the pistol in a different area or kicked it off before she caught her by the wrist. Lips parting faintly, inhaling and exhaling slowly, those pained silver eyes closing as the tears struggled to escape further.

She could feel the day drifting away into nightfall, but she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep, and her heart wanted so desperately to see the face of the woman she nearly lost. As her eyes slowly opened part way the fresh air wafting through the open window made them burn, but she didn't close them as she stared at the dim lit wall in front of her eyes, swallowing hard as the tightness in her chest shook with every slow breath.

For whatever reason I have… I want to see Alphard.

Letting out a deep sigh she forced herself off the bed in one quick shove from the wall, and quickly wandered around the bed to the small bathroom, turning on the cold water with a twist of the handle. She didn't look in the mirror in front of her as she suddenly shoved both hands into the cold, skin prickling at the sensation, but it didn't stop her from throwing the water cupped in her hands at her face. In any case it woke her up, and she splashed her face with the cold substance two more times before turning the water off, and snatched the towel from the wall to wipe her face clean.

Still denying herself sight in the mirror she grabbed her pack on the floor, and the single pistol she owned that she pushed into the back of her jeans. Canaan pushed her arms through the sleeves of her jacket; it conveniently hid the pistol at her backside, and walked out the door of her apartment slamming it behind her.

Pulling a hat out of her pack she put it over her head, and slung the pack over her back without a word as she walked down the streets. She hadn't taken her hair out of the small ponytail it had been in earlier that day, even though it was slightly messy after it all, the young woman slid her fingers over the bill of the hat before dropping her hand back to her side and slipping it into her jacket's pockets.

Where would the snake hide tonight I wonder… Canaan wondered as she silently walked through the streets as dawn slowly started to steal the daylight, but as she got farther away from her apartment she reached with her right hand behind her back to pull a pair of dark sunglasses out of her pack's front pocket. She slipped them over her eyes, and for any other normal person it would be blinding but with her ability she could see everything and everyone through colors. I only want Alphard's color, she mused. But, I can wait a little longer.

The usually never discrete leader of the Snakes had left her humble abode earlier, and changed her attire entirely as to go unnoticed like before. She was sitting on a rooftop, with one knee on the edge as the other hung lazily over the edge, and stared at the slow buzzing of people below at the ten foot drop; which in her opinion wasn't that far.

She was wearing her usual attired underneath a normal length dark blue leather jacket; her hair had been pulled back into a loose fitted ponytail that was a bit longer than her shoulders. Strangely it felt so nice that it had grown out with a decently sized ponytail now than what she had before, but it didn't matter much now, clutching her biker gloved hand as she stood up on the edge of the building. The woman's left sleeve fluttering in the wind like her hair and cascading a weak shadow down upon the street below that looked close to that of a single black wing.

However, the people who noticed the strange shadow looked up immediately and didn't see a figure that could have cast it, and hurriedly went on their way like it was a bad omen. But one such person who noticed it didn't leave so quickly, instead tried to make her way to follow it like her only target for the night, an owl in the search of the mouse it just saw.

The white haired young woman walked down the closest alleyway of the building the shadow came from, and when she heard noise she suddenly picked up the pace around a corner with her left hand reaching back and lightly holding onto the hilt of the pistol concealed there. She didn't think it would be such a good idea to go without having it within steady reach, but then again knew it probably wouldn't stop just anybody or anything that was back there.

As she rounded the corner she blinked, and in that split second she didn't see the color of the person coming her way, instead she suddenly slammed into the figure being knocked back a few steps uneasily. Losing her hand on the gun behind her back, she grabbed her hat instead as the sunglasses clattered to the ground, she glanced in front of her seeing only black boots and jeans. Shit… Canaan muttered in her mind, but straightened herself slightly if not cautiously, her right foot sliding on the cobblestone alley floor into a tin trash can.

Her eyes could see just from the feet and legs the color of the person being the killing intent; however, it was… a weak color blue? She looked up in time to see a hand reaching out, and instinctively she ducked kicking the trash can behind her right foot to the ground scaring a cat out of it as it clattered to the ground, her left hand leaving her hat and batting the arm away from her as she pushed off the ground with her left foot and unleashed a full roundhouse kick towards the strangers waist with her right heel.

The stranger however was surprised more than intimidated, and took a quick step back as the heel of the young woman's heel grazed their bare stomach. But didn't make a move to attack as the white haired woman's hand came up so fast it was pointed at the stranger's face with barely a few inches of breathing room from their nose.

"Mind putting the gun down?"

Canaan's eyes widened, the dawn's light shifted as the sun went down further and the moon cascaded down more vividly, the light of the night washing over the stranger's face; Alphard's nervously smiling face.

"Wh-what were you-"

"Just needed time to get away you know, but if this is how I'm greeted maybe I should do it more often." The woman's nervous smile turned into a grin.

Scoffing Canaan lowered her pistol, however the air around her was tense and brimmed with caution. "Like you need time to get away from anything."

"That may be, but…" Alphard started as she slowly took a step or two closer, "What if I had an excuse?"

Her heart fluttered from the way the snake approached her, and unease ceased her system as she took a slight step back. "Excuse?"

"Yeah," she muttered lightly, closing in more, still slowly stepping. "My excuse, was to perhaps get a chance to see you. Even if this isn't exactly the place I had in mind." Her grin turned predatorily.

Canaan swallowed hard, something about that grin had her body seize up and her red eyes stuck on the gray before her, speechless.

Suddenly she made a rapid movement, shoving Canaan up against the brick wall of the buildings in the alley, and her single hand grasping the woman's jacket. Faces inches apart, "I think this will do." She whispered against the surprised girl's parted lips, and closed the gap between them as their lips made rough contact with each other. The snake's sinewy body pressing up against the thin one before her, and Canaan's fingers were shaken as they brushed against her captor's bare waist.

Canaan's pack slipped off her shoulder and onto the ground, and the hand of the snake slipped over her chest and throat into her hair pushing the hat off her head as it followed after the pack. She was hesitant, and overwhelmed, though her lips pressed back against the older woman's in return with a small sound as her lower lip was suddenly captured by the woman's teeth that faintly nibbled the tender flesh.

With their bodies in such close proximity they could feel the way their hearts were pounding so furiously, and excitedly, but they were so drawn to each other it was hard to think of pulling away even if they had to. The snake's hand slid to the wall behind Canaan's hand and rested against the cold brick, but it hadn't stopped the force of her lips against Canaan's, flickering her tongue over those lips wantonly. She wanted this willing contact between them so heart wrenchingly bad, but something at the back of her mind was teetering with fear and excitement.

If they stayed here, they would end up being caught and that was something neither could truly afford at a time like this.

"We need to go someplace else." Was all Alphard could mutter under her breath, inches apart from Canaan's, her hot breath made the cold against the white haired one's back send shivers through her entire body.

The younger one replied with a nod, and suddenly grabbed her pack and hat from the floor as she snatched Alphard's wrist with the other like it was the last thing she wanted to lose again. She quickly pulled the snake along with her through the dark alley.