Day Three: Afternoon

[Violet]

Life was a funny thing. You?re born, you grow, forming friendships and bonds as you transition into adulthood, where things deepen; relationships are formed, and trust becomes an all to rare commodity to find. Rarer, indeed, is those who will stick by your side no matter what.

When she was a little girl, there was nothing like the bond her and Neeko had. She and her pig tailed friend grew up together; the duo experiencing everything childhood had to offer.

The good times, like when they were twelve, and their fathers took them fishing out on Shady Lake; it was one of the only memories she still remembered that everything in life was going all too well for her.

Then?there was the bad; at fourteen, when high school was that fantastic dream of High School and boys, brought right into reach, she?d never forget how Neeko begged her not to join Red Ribbon.

It was only supposed to be a summer job?just carrying memo?s from one exec to another. Aiia, if she?d known then what she knew now, she would?ve listened to Neeko. But, as usual, it was too late.

The Band of Nine had been whittled to just three fanatical beings troving through the high grasses and rock that surrounded them for hundreds of acres. They had announced the new danger zones right after they left camp, and reliving their leader?s and clanmate?s deaths were nothing but unwanted memories. As long as the human had air in her lungs, she would take the images of their demise locked inside of her mind forever.

Violet sighed, feet beginning to feel heavier with each trudge through the rocky ground. ?Are we there yet??

The other majin answered with a low growl, eyes narrowing down at her; a few moments of feeling the cold glare bear daggers at her, he returned to his trek. She took that as a no, obviously. Huffing a grunt herself, she kept pace.

She knew somewhere out there, Minoshia was still breathing, still injured. A blast that tore Seventeen up, with the Konat RIGHT THERE, if anyone escaped from that alive, they would have to be seriously fucked up.

The debate now, was whether to go back herself and put him out of his misery, or leave him for the animals. Decisions, decisions?

Would she be so chastised enough that she would go back, kill the Konat herself, and skip off into the wilderness by herself? The thought rolled in her mind a few times, soaking up more of her melting will power.

No? she wouldn?t do it. He did something that was as close to blasphemy as he could get in her books. There was no forgiveness in that.

Even though his situation was akin to her own, she just couldn?t connect the two; her former leader was practically Satan himself, as compared to Seventeen, who seemed too articulate in his ways as to resort to malice against a fellow brother.

Minoshia had something to do with the child?s death, she knew it. In all the time she had known the dark prince, his internal fits had never reached the dizzying heights as it did just a few hours ago. It scared her.

Glancing back at Supes, who carried the smaller majin on his back, she managed a small smile. If she had chosen anyone to protect them, Super Buu had to be it. Underneath that exterior of pure, unadulterated asshole, was an honor, a dedication he had towards those who keep true to him.

Now, it was just him, her and Kid. Both of which could smash her outright for looking at them funny, and in the same breath, defend till the very end, that her hide be kept safe.

They neared a plateau, overlooking the valley. As their eyes scanned the horizon, a sinking feeling began in her gut.

?What?s next, captain??