I glanced out over the open air balcony. I noticed that the sun had long since disappeared and was replaced with a waxing moon. "I should get going," I said, setting down my cup in front of me.

"Isn't it a waste to walk back and fourth everyday?" Drakon asked, as I stood up. Recently I'd be at the palace all day. I would arrive as the sunrises, and leave just after

"Yeah, but it doesn't really matter," I answered, putting my robe back on.

"It be a whole lot easier if you lived here," Pisti sang, with a childish smile on her childish face.

"I am perfectly fine with walking, it gets me more exercise," I said with a shrug. I walked over to Sin and gave him kiss on the cheek.

"You really don't want to move in do you?" he pouted.

"It has nothing to do with you guys, there are just things I need to keep separate," I answered, assuring them all I wasn't against living with them, just not being so close to government.

"It would be much safer for you to live here as well," Ja'far said nonchalantly, we all looked to him, for him to explain. "It is well known that you and Sin are dating, which has put a target on your back. You are not well protected in the town and someone could easily come and assassinate you, due to your relationship with us." I mean it was a valid point, but he didn't have all the facts.

I smirked and shook my head. " Awe, I'm glade to know you care for me, but I'm not in any danger. I have relationships with every government in the world, and they all like me, even the Kou. I'm sure none of them want me dead, even though I am closely connected to the Sin. Then even if someone were to try, which I highly doubt. I have enchantments all over my house to prevent any entry of an unwelcome guest. So, what danger am I in?" Besides, I'm usually on another continent when I'm at home. "I can handle any any threat on my own, so why do I need protection."

"Stop being stubborn and move in, we all want you to!" Yam yelled, getting fed up. The rest started shouting in agreement. It frightened any courage out of me, triggering a sudden flight or fight response. I couldn't think through it and ran, not through the halls, but jumped over the railing of the belcony and floated down the the courtyard below and started running home.

I was in AR HQ, a blanket around my shoulders and a milk sitting in front of my face. I cheek was resting on the table. I was pouting against myself. I couldn't believe I almost had, no a panic attack.

"That was quite an exit you did," someone commented. I shifted my gaze to see Sin walking in, I had almost forgotten I had given him a key to this place. I just face planted into the table. "Awe come on," he said, placing a hand on my back, "They didn't think anything of it."

"I could've handled it, but I didn't," I whimmpered, "I thought I was past this." I really he'd out and wrapped my arms around Sin. I buried my head into his chest let a few tear free.

"Dose this have to do anything with why you run away from the other kids growing up?" Sin asked, trying to piece everything together. I nodded into his chest, feeling his comforting hand run through my hair. We stood there in silence for a while. "How is your arm and leg?" he asked suddenly.

I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. "They've been healed for a month," I answered, a hint of confusion in my tone, "I mean there are still scars and scabs, but other than that I'm perfectly fine." I gave him a soft smile. I realized what he was trying to do, take my mind off of what happened.

"You're smarter than you look," I commented with a small chuckle. I slipped out from his arms and picked up the glass of milk from the table.

"What dose that mean?" he asked, following me to the door of my room. I shrugged and reached out and opened the door, walking through and leaving it open for him to follow. He hesitated to follow remember the previous warnings he had been given.

I just went to business as he hesitantly walked in. I downed the glass soft milk, having a bit drip down my face and onto my shirt. "Fuck," I hissed as my slightly wet clothing uncomfortably stuck to me. I sat the glass down on a table covered with dirty dishes. I took the blanket off of me md threw it into the pile of bedding as I kicked through my pile of clothes for a "clean" shirt. I easily found one and kicked it up, and replaced the slightly wet one.

I turned to go do something I needed to get done to find Sin was standing g just beyond the now closed door, staring at the mess that was my room. Almost two walls were covered in bookcases, overflowing with books, and loose papers. There were stack of books all over the place, from three high to as tall as me. There were tables and work benches all over the place, one of dirty dishes, one of books and papers, one of tools, once of metal scraps and wires, and many with a mix of everything. The walls were covered with papers, from profiles of people, diagrams of things from the world before, a map of the Earth we all know, and pronographic drawings.

"Welcome to the mess of my head," I greeted him into the mess. I spun around with my arms outstretched. I slipped on a piece of paper and fell to the ground with an oof.

"Yeah this seems about right," he commented with a nod of the head. I watched he'd him in unintentionally amazement. Throughout my existence I've met many people, but they always fall into two categories ; those who underestimate me, and those who overestimate me. Or a mix, having different feelings towards me doing different thing. People either expect me to need endless amounts of help to achieve anything, or be as capable as a God. There is one singularity to this phenomenon.

"I love you," I told that one person, falling back I to the mess from my sitting position.

"You just made a bigger mess," Sin commented as I had knocked down a pile of books that just created a flow of mess making accidents.