A Very Special Visit

789 is more than willing to help be a support. Perhaps if one knew the full extent of her background, one might find it interesting that she has kept a slight sense of… A responsible older sister. The smallest sense to care about another life– especially when younger. 

Using herself to be a better support for the other, Mariko is able to lean on 789 if she wanted. Then 789 tested the first few steps forward. A slight buzzing could be felt and heard amongst the humans. They were becoming nervous. However, one had to stand firm until absolutely necessary to act against what was happening. 

“Wher’ever yoo want. Marrko. Thee’won bother us we’re not disobedien. Ther’s brakeroom, or ther’s an ol’office m’caretaker used ta work’in. He used’to let me sleep un’er his desk.” 

Mariko, as if too prideful, relies on her own strength for now. In fact, she even uses the help of her vectors to keep her up. She’s still wobbly, of course, but she is at least making progress, even if it’s a little slow for her taste.

“I don’t know what those places are.” The younger admits, eyes glued to the floor as she takes her baby steps. She can hear the slight panic in some of the workers’ voices, and she can’t help but grin at the thought of the fear the two were obviously causing.

“You can pick, if you want.”

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“Thaz okay,” she smiles just a little. Though its very shy and almost a bit embarrassed. Truly the most this young Diclonius has shown in a while. “If Marrko is pleased, Iam too.”

But even 789 could tell there was something else about this other girl. Wasn’t exactly malice, though doubtful she could so easily detect an intent or aura. It was just the sense that maybe there was more. Would Mariko ever tell her about it? Plant ideas in her head? As far as the older Diclonius was concerned, she just wanted the thin, physically untrained other to be.. Comfortable. 

“Waulk withme? Do Marrko want togo walk?”  Standing, she offered a hand.

The question catches Mariko off guard. She’s tempted to ask why the need to walk, and what the use in that would be, but she refrains. 789 Obviously knows more about the world than she does, and perhaps walking is just a normal thing for two individuals to do.

So, she reaches out to take the other’s hand.

The process of standing up is a difficult one for the younger Diclonius. The muscles in her legs are weaker than the typical child’s, and it’s evident that there has rarely been a moment for her to truly walk.

Eventually, however, she is stable enough to stand. “Where are we walking?”

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“Marrko iz only othur I’ave seen like me,” now 789 was confused too. She has seen humans give gifts to others like them. Was she not to do the same? After all, it was lonesome being the only one. 

“Humanz give jifts to othur humans.”

And she points to herself.

“Di-clon-us give too..?” 

It’s a strange concept for Mariko, seeing as she has experienced very little aside from a dark room and whatever stories Saito fed her. Saito had taught her many things of course, but she took a large majority with a grain of salt.

She didn’t trust someone who spoke ill of her parents.

Fingers toy with the edges of the blanket, and it takes her a moment to speak. “I don’t have anything to give you..”

        “────Ah- Right,”      As lips tighten, anxiety quicklybites at his stomach. There was an aura to this one that made him questionevery word he said. It wasn’t a fear.. but it was an unease. Tiny fingers kneedat the end of his coat───

               Bonk-!       A sharp pain shoots to the back ofhis head─  where Gaara quickly tries totend to. Laughter flooding the empty space between, he looks over to seeanother boy their age, but one much more cruel.

                        I got him! I got him!

       “…”

   Not again.

Her eyes narrow at the sight. Mariko had seen the boy approach Gaara, but it hadn’t crossed her mind that he would be the victim. She had assumed that she would be the target of any bullying the occurred, but it appears that the redhead already occupied that role long before she arrived.

Without a word, she decides to act for both of them. The boy is sent toppling over, jostled, but unharmed. Mariko knows better than to aim for blood in such an open area where anyone can witness, and she knows her father would be ashamed if she resorted to such violence.

So, she simply looks to Gaara and speaks. “We should leave. The company has gone bad.”

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sieben-astuoni-ni:

As the blanket envelops her, Mariko can’t help but feel a little confused. At first she’s tempted to ask if 789 really believes that she will be allowed to keep such an item, that the scientists won’t just take it away once their meeting is over.

But then she remembers the fear that humans have for her and the distance that they always keep. It’s unlikely that anyone would come close enough to simply take a blanket away.

“But why me?” Mariko stares up at 789, head tilted just slightly. “Why would you give this to me?”

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sieben-astuoni-ni:

Mariko can only watch in confusion as 789 departs from her for a short while. The other scientists currently observing her are probably more than a little confused, because she does nothing. 

For once, Mariko is compliant and obedient as she waits for the older Diclonius to return. No bloodshed, no attempts of escape. The small girl’s attention rests entirely on 789. So, when she returns, the young girl can do little more than raise an eyebrow as she eyes the wad in her arms.

“What’s that?”

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sieben-astuoni-ni:

Mariko appears oblivious to the man’s struggling, almost childlike as she watches 789 with the utmost curiosity. Within seconds, however, the man is dropped to the floor, unharmed for the most part. 

Had 789 not caught Mariko’s attention, a life might have been lost within the next few seconds.

“Jift?” Like a true child, she repeats the word curiously. The Silpelit understands what the other is getting at, but she can’t help but wonder what 789 could possibly be thinking of specifically. “What is it?”

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sieben-astuoni-ni:

The vectors loomed over the two of them, almost like an umbrella. At first they made no move to inch closer to the humans behind 789, but upon the other’s request, three hands dared to go further.

All the while, a look of excitement came over the young girl’s face.

Mariko had been warned that no harm should come to anyone during her meting with 789, but the other Silpelit’s requiest was too tempting to ignore. 

“I’ll show you...”

Grinning, Mariko watches as one hand wraps around the man’s neck, grasping and pushing until he was held against the wall about 10 meters away from them. The young Silpelit had yet to actually cause lethal damage, but her hold was bruising, and more than likely startling to those where were watching.