Hirune walked into the streets with Tundra wearing a black open back short dress (down to her knees), with a cropped dark purple jacket on top so she doesn't get in trouble at school, and black boots. As for Tundra he was simply in a white shirt and baggy pants. He couldn't help but staring at her because of how different she was dressing, sure he'd only known her for like a day, but he thought he'd gotten a good idea of her up until now. She glared at him, "What? You' admiring me again?"
"I mean you're the only beautiful thing around here, so I suppose I am," Tundra responded before taking a good long pause. 'Wait... That was more flirty than nice!'
Hirune tripped over her words for a couple seconds before just yelling at him, "I'm supposed to be mean to you right now why are you so nice?!" She blushed hard while frowning.
'Good, she didn't take it as flirting,' Tundra sighed.
She suddenly stopped, "Tundra, do you think we can go somewhere else? Like, I don't know just anywhere but school. After all, as I said earlier, it would just put our classmates in danger."
"I mean, we could. But where? After all it's not like there's that many places to go around here."
"I mean, we could always just walk around or something," she sighed. She desperately wanted to avoid going to school in order to not endanger anyone else, but she couldn't figure out why. She was supposed to be the polar opposite version of herself, yet she still didn't want to endanger others for some strange reason.
"Alright, let's walk around for a bit and see if we can find anything," Tundra responded.
Looking around the streets, they seemed dimmer than usual. Skinnier people, more crying dogs than usual, the stench of blood and rotting corpses infinitely stronger than the salty smell of the beach. Before now she'd never really seen the streets like this as she was too caught up in her own little childish mind to see how terrible things had gotten. A distant look came upon her face as she thought about this, the only reason her mind snapped back to the real-world being Tundra calling her name.
"What is it?" He asked.
She stared at him in confusion, "How'd you-"
"I can just tell," her responded before she could finish. "I mean, it's not that hard to read you with such open facial expressions.'
She sighed as they went over and sat down on a nearby cliff, "Well, I just noticed how terribly Triste is actually doing. Not just that, but I'm also frustrated that it took me up until now to notice it."
He nodded in understanding, "I can relate. You probably have it worse because you were raised here but I have a similar story."
She hugged her knees and looked at him while resting her head on them, "Can you tell me the story? Only if you're comfortable of course."
He sighed and stayed silent for a moment, "I was only five when my family started training me to be an assassin with Cuelebre. I was born into an infamous assassin clan somewhere in Chinpai, so it was to be expected that they'd start training me young. My mother though was from Spaniaca and thought it was messed up, telling bedtime stories of many clan members who'd managed to escape. I was too young to understand why she truly told me those, but they taught me many things and helped me fall asleep, so no one complained. It was only when I was ten and I was sent on my first commission alongside some other clan members that I realized how messed up what we did was, and that's also when I realized why even though I was old enough to fall asleep without them, my mother kept on telling me those escape attempt stories for all of those years. Taking note of all of those stories I prepared to escape in the morning, as there were too many guards out in the night and it'd be suspicious to walk about the place at dusk. Surprisingly enough it worked and I escaped, but not without my mother getting executed as soon as they realized I'd escaped, which caused my father to kill nearly everyone in the clan before he himself was killed. I learnt that the very next day, so I went back and enraged killed the remaining members by freezing over the whole place."
They stayed in silence for a bit before Hirune broke it, "I feel like that's much worse than me. I mean, I'm sixteen it's something I can understand easily, but... You were just ten and saw people die, lost your parents, I-I can't even imagine what else you went through during that..."
Tundra smiled softly, "It's fine, I've had my time to cope. In fact, it's only due to that that I'm so used to killing which has allowed me to protect my friends. But I would be lying if I said it didn't affect me whenever I killed someone."
Hirune thought about that for a second.
Someone who'd killed for many years was still affected by the deaths of those they killed yet when she killed Nizari, she felt nothing. Unsure of what that said of her she shook her head and stared at Tundra for a while.
Tundra looked back at her, "Well what about you? What's your story?"
She sighed, "I guess it's only fair that I tell you mine also, but don't expect anything too crazy, okay?"
"Okay."
She stayed silent for a moment thinking as to where she should start before finally settling on the very beginning:
"It started when I was three years old, that's the time my family started taking me out places, as before that, they feared someone would try to kidnap me due to my family lineage and my hair. Which, nearly as soon as I got introduced to the public the entire town started hating my family, but they were used to it as it was always the same thing any girl was born into the family. You see, every girl shared the same genetic trait of half black half silver hair, so it was common for people to start hating or fearing us whenever a girl was born because they feared it was a reincarnation of Namulenza. Usually, they never did anything because no one showed signs of being obsessed with justice and were obsessed with many other things, and then I came around. As soon as I was four, not even fully knowing what it was, I started being obsessed with justice because so many random people whispered about it around me. That was my worst mistake, as nearly as soon as I showed interest in justice the people of my hometown grabbed any weapon they could find and burned down the house with everyone in it, killing the few that managed to escape the thick house fire. The only reason I survived was because at that time the well was empty and my mom put me in there as she told me that someone they knew would find me. And she was right, you see there was this one little secret kept from everyone outside of the family, this secret being that if everyone in the family besides a kid dies, Namulenza would return alongside Mr. Devi. At that time, I didn't even know who she was, but she was the same woman that pulled me out of the well and took care of me until I was nine, when I could mostly take care of myself and then she disappeared into dust alongside Mr. Devi while apologizing and crying. By the way I only know now that Namulenza is the same woman that took care of me because I got a glimpse at how she looked at the Triple Red Peaks as I freed myself from Sangre's blood, same for Mr. Devi. After that, nothing interesting happened up until now."
They stayed silent for a while before Tundra broke it, "You said that your story didn't compare but you watched or at least heard your family burning to death or being killed."
"I guess, but that doesn't make yours any less."
They stayed silent for a while again; there wasn't anything else to talk about and the only thing they had to do was enjoy each other's company for a while, staring into the sea.