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All's Fair in Love and Mafia War (Cheshire and I)

With Jin gone to get dressed, Cyrus decided to go to his own room to change as well. Unlike the women here, he dressed alone. Though the thought of a bunch of woman fawning over him was tantalizing, he would much rather enjoy the peace and quiet of his room to the maids. When he got there, he slid out of his casual clothes and into something that looked quite similar to what he was wearing the first day he met his new companion. A white dress shirt with a vest and tie and a clean pair of black dress pants. After some basic hygenial work, he was ready to go. All he had to do now was wait downstairs for Jin to join him.

In the meantime, Anya was keeping close watch on Jin as she was getting changed by the maids. As the woman exited the room, the girl suprised her and took a first look at the woman's new appearance. Needless to say, Anya was awestruck at what she saw. "Oh, wow! She said as she held her hands close to her cheeks. "You look beautiful!" Quickly, she began to look over Jin, feeling the fabric of the dress and taking her hand to examine the nail polish she was using. Before Jin knew it, the girl was lifting the hem of her skirt to see what panties she was wearing. When she was done, she looked up at the beautiful woman and smiled. "Cyrus is waiting for you by the stairs. You should go meet him." With that, Anya went into the room where the maids dressed her much like they did Jin.

Cyrus was now downstairs, laying on the steps and looking up at the glass chandaleer. It had been at least ten minutes now. What was taking so long? He figured that Jin must have been doing what most women do when they get ready for a big dinner and it usually involved standing in front of a mirror for an eternity.
 
She looked herself over when the little girl came into the room. She smiled at her and she was surprised by the girlâ??s reaction. She let the girl look her over, however she did push down the dress when the girl tried to get a look at her panties. She was surprised by the outcome; it seemed that they went all out in making sure that she looked nice. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her silky smooth hair was short enough to show off her neck and the bow. She heard that he was waiting for her and she got nervous, she forgot to ask what the child had learned as she was lead by the child to where her brother was.

When her eyes fell on him she smiled, he looked very much like he did when they had first met and sheâ?¦ wellâ?¦ she looked very different. She looked at him and a very small smile crossed her lips, a smile almost too timid to show itself. She was unsure what to say so she didnâ??t say anything, just hoped that she had been well dress for this occasion and that it wasnâ??t too much.
 
Cyrus shot up like a bullet when he caught his first look at Jin. She was now officially far from the businesswoman that she first appeared. He almost looked poor in comparison. The dress she was wearing seemed to fit her perfectly. Every curve outlined as if it were her own skin and...were those her nipples poking out through the dress? The young man was in heaven. Then he saw Anya. Suprisingly, she was dressed much like his companion was. All in blue with the bowties and collars and everything. It was as if Anya were trying to emulate his woman. This was confusing concidering the fact that she was cowering in fear of Jin just hours earlier.

Ignoring that for now, Cyrus approached the women and began to look over the older one, almost like he did when he asked her to strip in the safehouse. "I never thought I would see this with my own eyes," the young man said softly to Jin as he placed his hands on his sides in front of her. "You'll be getting a lot of attention, that's for sure. You look freaking gorgeous!" It was then that Anya spoke out again with a michevious grin on her face. "She's wearing blue panties and no bra too!" The girl giggled and ran off before anyone could chastise her leaving Cyrus with a light blush on his face as he imagined Jin in nothing more than blue panties.
 
She watched him stand when he say her and she could already feel her cheeks heating up. She didnâ??t like dressing up for one reason, it made her feel out of place. She would stand out and she didnâ??t like any more attention then she needed, that way a situation was easy to control. With her in this gown in a room full of people whom hated her she had zero control over the situation. As if that was not bad enough when she heard what Cyrus said her cheeks lit up, however that was not nearly as bad as when she heard what the little girl said. Her cheeks turned so red someone might as well have painted them.

â??Your maids grabbed me and took what I had on before.â? She told him, looking away and trying with will the blush form her cheeks. If she had been wearing a bra it would have shown through the lacing on the back since her hair was not long enough to cover it. After a few moments she finally managed to calm down her face to where it was only slightly noticeable. â??Shall we go or are you not finished imagining me?â? she asked, it was easy to tell what he was thinking and that had made her blush worse.
 
With a chuckle, Cyrus nodded in response to Jin's question. He did have quite enough of his examination and was ready to go to dinner. So it was that the three of them made their way to the dining room which was rather extravagant. The table in which the food would be served was very long and able to accomidate at least twenty or thirty people. There were already some people sitting in the chairs talking amongst themselves. When they saw the three come in, their gazes seemed directed right towards the Savino girl. It was still quite baffling to them how she could be allowed anywhere near this table but for now, they had to accept it. Cyrus was with them and any outburst would be met with dire concequences.

Cyrus took his seat at the chair closest to the head of the table where his father would be sitting. Anya took the seat across from him and the young man held out the chair next to him for Jin. It would be safest for them to be seated together and close enough to his father for no one would dare say a word against the man who orchestrated this union between the Raubelo and the Savino. After about twenty more minutes, more guests and family members arrived and soon all except the head chair was filled.

Five more minutes passed and a figure walked into the hall which caused many of the people there to stand at attention. All that is except Cyrus himself, who remained mysteriously seated. The man that entered was dressed in a black and white tuxedo. He was a bit short and a bit heavy set but what made him stand out the most was the thick ammount of white hair on his chin. He almost looked like a slightly shaved version of Santa Claus except with more top hair. The man looked around the room and was delighted to see everyone stand at attention. But when he saw Cyrus, a small sigh escaped his lips but it wasn't enough to garner any attention. Quickly, the man made his way to the head chair and sat down. This man was Maxwell Raubelo, head of the Raubelo family, a man both feared and respected by his peers.
 
When he decided he was done imagining her, and she had willed the red form her face, they all went inside together. The experience was like none that can be properly explained unless it has happened to you personally. Jin felt and saw every pair of eyes in the room turn to her at the exact same time and remain on her as she continued further in. Had she been on the outside looking in she would have thought it was very amusing but being the person they were staring at it was not so much fun. She stole a glance at Cyrus, assuring herself that he was not going to leave her. They would not do anything while she was with him.

She watched him take the chair closest to the head and Anya take the one across form him. She was very happy to be offered the chair net to Cyrus, worried for a moment she would have to sit further down the table because of who she was. She was very happy when the stares began to die down. Being watched made her feel on edge but when she was watched by an entire room it made her want to make one less pair of eyes capable of watching her.

Then someone came in and that drew all of their attention. She saw everyone standing and realized who was missing and Jin stood as well. It was common courtesy and she didnâ??t want to be seen as rude. She had no clue why Cyrus was not standing but she didnâ??t feel it right to ask him at that moment. Once the man was in a seat and she noticed everyone else sitting down she sat down as well and waiting for him to speak, being very careful not to do any thing that might be considered rude. She was on thin ice and there were sharks waiting beneath it.
 
It seemed that the normally cheerful and slightly amorous mood Cyrus was in dissapeared with the appearance of his father. He seemed almost somber sitting there as Maxwell took his place at the head of the chair. Soon, the guests were talking amongst themselves again while waiting for the food to be prepared. Rather than adress his son's behavior first, the father's gaze turned immidetley to Jin. "So, you must be Jin Savino. It is a pleasure to meet you my dear. How has your stay been so far, hmm?" As he was talking to her, it seemed as if Cyrus was becoming somewhat agitated by his father's presence. He was tapping his leg on the ground in a rapid fashion and his hands seemed to clench in and out of a fist every once in a while. These actions were so subtle though that it wouldn't really catch anyone's attention if they actually looked at him. Though, if they did notice, it would appear that something about Maxwell was really bothering the young man.

Anya, in the meanwhile, decided to join in on the conversation that was starting between Jin and her father. "She's really nice, daddy," she started in a sweet tone. I'm actually jealous that Cyrus has her all to himself. Why can't you get me someone as nice as her?" To this, Maxwell chuckled slightly. He was amused at the childish way she would ask for things. Ever scince she was adopted into the Raubelo family, she had been quite spoiled though and it was that childishness that ususally got her anything she wanted. "Oh Anya," Maxwell began again. "When you become of age, I suppose I could find you a nice little playmate of your very own. You just keep at your studies and be a good girl, okay?" To this, Anya smiled wide and nodded.
 
Not long after the man took his seat things went back to being a somewhat informal affair. People began to talk with each other though her attention was on the people at the head of the table. Cyrus and the man, Cyrus seemed to be agitated for some reason. Then she was addressed and quickly tossed that thought into the back of her mind. She listened to what was said with a kind smile and just as she was about to speak she was interrupted by the girl.

She listened to what was said and she smiled and almost laughed when the girl asked for someone like her. She didnâ??t mind being interrupted by her, that was just the way the child was and she was happy to see her so care free, slightly envious even but she said nor did anything to give it away. When the child was finished she spoke. â??The pleasure is all mine sir,â? she replied politely, â??thank you for inviting me to stay in your beautiful home. My stay thus far has been wonderful, thank you for asking.â? She said with a smile. She was being so kind and courteous it was almost like she was a different person then Cyrus had grown to know. She knew how to act around who and that was what she was doing now, trying to make the best impression on the man who, if he so chose, could easily have her killed.
 
"Good, good," Mawell replied. "You're a very important addition to our family, you know. With you here, a new age of peace between your family and mine will begin." The old man took a sip of wine he had sitting on the table in front of him before continuing. "And what of my son here? What do you think about him?" As soon as Cyrus heard his name spoken, he made a quiet 'tch' sound as if his father was being offensive or something. To him, Maxwell asking about a woman's opinion was about as hypocritcal as a vegetarian eating meat. He knew how his father treated his women in his spare time. It made Cyrus himself look like a saint. If it weren't for him, his mother...

The young man's train of thought was interupted by his father. "My son will make a great leader some day, don't you think?" For once, Cyrus actually agreed with that quote. He would take over as head of the family someday. Things would change then. They would be the way he wanted and there would be no one above him to say otherwise. Until then though, he had to live under Maxwell Raubelo, a man he hated just as much as the scum that killed his mother.
 
She smiled as he spoke, â??Thank you,â? she said, things seemed to be going better then she thought. The sound that Cyrus made when the older man asked about him didnâ??t go unnoticed in her mind even if she currently had no time to address it. â??He has been kind.â? She told the older man, â??And yes, one day I think Cyrus will make a fantastic leader.â? She said and then she looked over at Cyrus, hoping to cheer him up at bit. He seemed upset over something but luckily the food came and hopefully that would be a good enough excuse to end this conversation. She hated to put on acts for people so the sooner this would be over the better.
 
As Jin complemented him on being a good future leader, Cyrus turned his eyes towards her. Through all the bitterness he held towards his father, it was somewhat calming to hear the woman say that about him. Indeed, he would become a good leader, far better than his father could ever be. It was about that time, the food came as well. The young man was quite hungry at this point and felt that perhaps the meal could help him to get his mind off things for awhile. Maxwell though had other ideas. As the food was set upon the table for the guests, he suddenly rose up with a glass of wine in his hand. He looked down at his son and then back at the group of people. A big smile seemed to come across his face as he lifted the glass before him. "A toast," he started. "To new beginnings. To wealth. And, to the family."

Hearing this made Cyrus clench his fist. To him, his father was a bold faced hypocrite. He thought of the family as nothing more than resources that he could dispose of at his whim. Heck, even Anya, his 'little sister' was nothing more than a resource. She was adopted for the sole purpose of being trained at a young age so that errors like what happened to Cyrus back in the day would not happen again. It sickened him just thinking about it. As the people began to eat, so did he, cutting into his steak with a bit of malice.
 
Jin, like many others in the table, joined in the toast. It seemed like a very good toast and it would also be rude of her not to join in and while she didnâ??t have to be toasting to their family she could be toasting to her own back home. Her only living blood relative, as far as she knew, was her father and while she hatred him there were several people there that she thought of as family even if they were not blood related and she did miss them. Once the toast was done and everyone began to eat she too joined in.

She was uneasy as she cut through her meat, half expecting to find something sharp that would kill her if she swallowed it but she knew that was absolutely silly. If they killed her that way it would still be there for the autopsy thus identifying them as her killer. What they would do if they wanted to kill her would be to put a tasteless, odorless poison in her food that would be gone form her blood stream and stomach contents by the time that it killed her therefore it would be untraceable and the cause of death would be undetermined. Ironically, none of these thoughts made eating any easier.

She watched Cyrus eat a few bites and even a few of the other people thought she was worried about her own food she did her best not to show it knowing that it would not only come off as rude but untrusting and give them more reason to hate her, even if it had been poisoned. She cut herself a small piece and ate it. The stake was delicious but she cut the pieces small and ate slowly. Even if they had put poison in her food her body would begin to feel sick before she consumed the lethal dose. It was a trick she had been taught and had saved her a few times and, making sure she was doing so in a way that was not obvious, this was the way she hate her food.
 
It was well into the meal now that Cyrus finally began to calm down again. Hunger had a way of doing that to people. Soon, his attention turned to Jin who, based on what he could tell by her mannerisms, was cautiously prodding her food as if it were dangerous or something. To this, the young man leaned over to her and cut a small piece off for himself and ate it, just to show that there were no signs of poisoning whatsoever. Hopefully, she would have an easier time consuming it now that he proved that it wasn't poisoned.

Just as everyone had finished eating, Maxwell stood up to make an announcement. "I take it your dinners were as satisfying as they were for me?" he asked with a chuckle. "If you're all done now, i'd like to have these tables removed so that we all might dance for awhile. Mingle! Have fun with each other! And try not to step on each other's toes." With that, he raised the glass of wine once more before drinking it and setting it down on the table. Minutes later, some caterers entered and removed all of the leftover food quickly followed by the tables and chairs themselves. The room was now wide open allowing for the select couples to start dancing about to the soft tones of the classical piano.

Cyrus, trying to get his mind off his father, decided to go straight for Jin. He didn't really want anyone else dancing with her anyway concidering their feelings towards the woman. As soon as the music started, he swiftly took her by the arm and brought her close. While his one hand clapsed hers, his other slid down to her hip. There, they were set to dance the night, along with their worries, away.
 
Jin saw him take a bite of her food, it did make her feel a bit better but she still knew that he would not have been the one to order her to be poisoned so it was most likely that if the food was poisoned then he would not even know about it. In spite of all of this she ate the whole plate, though in a very lady like manner, and when the man at the head of the table called for the table to be removed so that they could dance she was a little bit surprised.

She wondered if this kind of thing happened often or if it was just because she had come and some how she doubted they found her all that special. She didnâ??t look forward to dancing with these people. She knew that some people had hands that liked to travel and that others could be bad dancers and step all over her toes along with other things that could happen but that was not the case.

She was really surprised that Cyrus stepped forward to quickly and took her into his arms. Had she had even an ounce less self control she would have noticeable blush all over her cheeks but they just barely tinted red form this action. He put his hand on her hip and the other holding her hand. She put her free hand on his shoulder as she had learned and began to dance with him. Once they had been dancing for long enough for her to be sure no one was paying too close attention she decided to ask. â??What is going on between you and your father?â? she asked in a very quiet voice so only he could hear.
 
Jin's question was something Cyrus wasn't expecting to hear so suddenly. He had to hand it to her though for noticing his subtle reactions at the table. For that was the only way she could have realized that something was wrong. A blank expression seemed to come to the young man as he wondered just how he should go about telling her his beef with his father. It would be easy enough to tell her here, but there were too many people around. Someone might overhear his conversation. Perhaps if he took her to someplace more private, he could open up a bit to her. Yes, that's what he would do. And Cyrus would have put his plan into action if someone had not suddenly tapped on his shoulder.

There, standing behind him, was Maxwell. He had been dancing with Anya earlier but decided he should get to know the newest member of his 'family' a little better. Cyrus turned to see his father and with great hesistation, he let go of Jin to place him in her care. There, the young man stood as his father began to dance with her. While it disgusted him to see a man like that dancing with a woman like Jin, he knew she would actually be safer with his father than him. After a moment of blank staring, Cyrus went off to an open balcony to look out amongst the setting sun.
 
Jin was lucky enough, if you wish to call it that, to Maxwell approaching. She hoped that he was going somewhere else, that someone else was behind them that he was walking to so that he would make is way around them and Cyrus could continue to be her partner but this was not what happened. He put his hand on Cyrusâ??s shoulder, signaling the desire to cut in and though Jin was not fond of the idea she let none of that show. She would be dancing on thin ice and it was certain to be death if she fell in.

Cyrus hesitated on giving her up, for a moment she was slightly hopeful that he would refuse and continue to dance with her but he let go of her and she was taken up by the elder man. She began to dance with him, her body flowing perfectly with the music and following his lead very well. Jin was a divine dancer no matter how little she indulged in it. She was usually able to relax while dancing with someone but dancing with this man, she felt, was dangerous.

She remembered what Cyrus had told her of what he wanted her to be in his house hold and heard of many things that he had done. She was acutely aware of where his hands were and was unable to relax as much as she would have liked to. Still she smiled as they danced, a smile that was near impossibly to tell that she was feeling anything but the joy the smile portrayed.
 
It wasn't long before Maxwell took his turn to speak to Jin in a more personal manner. Though she danced like an angel and had the appearance of an elegant woman, he knew she had but one purpose: To please his in any way possible. "You know, my son doesn't seem as happy as you might think him to be," he started in a light tone. I do hope you will be able to change that soon. For when he is happy, I am happy and when he's not...well, let's just say it's something your pure ears don't need to hear." Even as he said this, the old man kept his stride as if nothing was amiss, a sign of the power and confidence he held. He knew she couldn't defy him. After all, their familes made an agreement. Who was she to break the treaty and bring chaos back to the streets?

While this was going on, Anya decided to do a little investigating. She had begun dancing with the various male guests in the room and started speaking to them and in a childish way so as to mask the importance of her purpose. She knew that Jin would have enemies in this household and she didn't want any of them to hurt her. After all, she was just too fun to play with. Especially when she squeezed her breasts and made comments that would make the woman beet red.
 
The man was not a bad dancer so it seemed that her toes would be safe from his shoes but when he began to speak. She listened to what he said and was almost sure that she had caught the hidden meaning of what he said. She knew what he had wanted from her before this because of what Cyrus had told her in the car however she was not interested in becoming anything of the sort. She kept her smile and acted as if she didnâ??t fully understand what he meant. â??And why should someone not be happy in this kind of life?â? she asked, it was a very daring question, though she asked it like an honest, genuine question had she been able to speak freely it would have taken on a mocking tone. â??It seems to me that he has everything he could want, you have done well in providing for him, I am not sure what I can do to make him happier then he is now.â? She told him, keeping the honest tone.

She knew what he meant even though she had no plans of following it. She was not here to be Cyrusâ??s sex pet she was here to be his partner in working for peace between the families. She didnâ??t want them to go back to fighting but she didnâ??t want to have sex with anyone here like some kind of slut they bought. This was almost a test for Maxwell, seeing how brave he was in speaking his true intentions in a public environment. She wondered how much more he would go into saying what he wanted from her while they danced on the dance floor. She wondered if Cyrus was watching or listening, she half hoped he was because if she pushed the wrong button this could turn out very ugly.
 
Maxwell figured that Jin wouldn't understand what he wanted out of her. After all, she had not experienced the kind of tragedy that he and his son experienced when the mother of his child was gunned down that fateful day. It was indeed very bold of her to ask the question she did, and normally, he would raise his voice at such an act. But they were locked between groups of people in a dance that couldn't be disrupted in such a manner. It would be disrespectful to the other guests and it would make him look bad at the same time. A sense of calm seemed to come over the father as he replied to her queries.

"You would think that, wouldn't you," he began. "But you should know that such happiness comes at a steep price. When my wife was killed, it gave me the distance I needed to reflect on the life I led and how it would affect those around me. I gave that woman of mine far too much freedom to do as she pleased and look what happened. I loved her dearly, but we were too far apart in our daily lives for me to protect her. I merely want Cyrus to not have to experience such a tragedy again."

At this point during the conversation, Cyrus had stepped back in the doorway to watch his father still dancing with Jin. He could see their lips moving even in the elegant motion of their dance. He wondered just what they were talking about. He would have to ask Jin later. If he had to guess, it would be something along the lines of trying to convince her to become the slave that he always wanted. Something the young man wanted no part of. Until the dance ended though, he could only look on in curiosity and disgust.
 
The girl listened to him carefully, he head of how he felt about his wife being killed and she felt slightly bad. He believed that because he had given her freedom that she was killed where he was no where close to protect her but at the same time she knew that if he had denied the woman freedom, though she might be alive, she would not be as happy as she was. She smiled kindly at the man, â??It is a dangerous world but to keep a bird in itâ??s cage is to deny it the joy of freedom and flight.â? She told him, surely he knew that, it seemed that even if he was a cruel bastard he did love Cyrusâ??s mother and that was at least something good.

It seemed that he wouldnâ??t say that he wanted her to be a slave, he seemed to almost, she had to be mistaken in his meaning, want her to be a sort of â??wifeâ?? to him. A companion to say the very least of it; she believed that he wanted her there for more then to just keep him company but that could wait to a later date. She noticed Cyrus standing there and she smiled at him. She could not leave the man in order to go and speak with him, Cyrus would have to cut back into the dance and take her away in order for her to get away form the man.
 
Cyrus didn't feel quite comfortable with wanting to butt in on his father, especially if he were still talking with her. However, Anya had no such problem as she tugged on her father's shirt signifying that she wanted to dance with Jin now. It was quite a suprise to both Maxwell and his son, but, with a warm smile, he stepped aside and allowed the girl to dance with her. Eagerly, she took her hand and placed the other on her rear to which she replied with an 'oops' followed by slight embarassment. It sounded so silly that it might have seemed as if she did it intentionally just to see how Jin would react. Cyrus, of course, found great amusement in it as he was chuckling off to the side. What was it about Jin that Anya took so much joy in. Pherhaps Anya herself would be the only one to say.

So, the two girls began to dance and as they did, Anya pressed her head into Jin's belly, but not because it was comfortable. It was, in fact, to cover her voice as she told the older woman about some of the people she had danced with. People, she found out, that had some pretty interesting things to say about Jin. Some good and some not so good.
 
Jin was very happy when someone butted in but she didnâ??t expect it to be little Anya. She was happy to see the girl but a bit of blush hit her face when the child put her hand on her ass. â??You seem to enjoy messing with me donâ??t you?â? she asked the child in a voice quiet enough so that only she could hear. Jin had to bend slightly so that they could dance but she was happy to have the childâ??s head on her stomach. After a while of dancing she asked the child the question that the girl should have some interesting answers for. â??So, what did you find out?â? Looking down at the child allowed her hair to cover her enough so that no one could even read her lips, this was absolutely perfect.
 
A chuckle of glee escaped the lips of Anya as Jin took notice of her constant teasing, but there were more serious matters at hand for her right now. Mainly, the identifcation of the people or peoples who have it out for the older woman. Normally, she would just blurt it out to her, but she knew people were watching. After all, it wasn't common for two girls to be dancing together in a ballroom. So, Anya decided to relay the information later saying only this: "I can't tell you right now. I'll drop by in the morning and let you know." Just as she was saying that, Mawell, who had had enough of Anya's messing around, decided to butt in again, this time, gently pulling the girl from Jin and off to one side. "Ok, ok. I think she's had enough of you. Time to go to bed now."

To this, Anya grumbled and frowned, but she knew she had to listen to her father. With a wave back to Jin, she exited the ballroom to go to her room and get ready for bed. This gave Cyrus plenty of time to come back and meet Jin. He took her by the hand and led her out to the balcony where he had been standing before. "Come on," he said eagerly as he coaxed her along. The night was filled with stars and a cresent moon. There was a table outside where the young man and woman could sit in privacy and talk about the recent events.
 
She was not happy to hear that the child couldnâ??t tell her now but it let her know that the child was smart. That was very important for her to be her little spy and no one to know about it. She was happy to dance with Anya for a little bit before Cyrus came and took her form there. He led her outside onto the beautiful balcony. There were chairs there and he had a seat with her. There was a long pause before she spoke and when she did even she was surprised by what she said. â??Your father seems to blame himself for giving your mother too much freedom.â?

It had surprised her that the man felt guilty for it. It seemed that Cyrus didnâ??t like his father very much and she wondered of he knew how his father felt about his motherâ??s death. ((didnâ??t know what to sayâ?¦ Jin needs to be standing and someplace where only cyrus cansee her for my idea to work best.))
 
Cyrus was suprised that Jin learned of what his father had apparentley said. It didn't make him happy though as he replied in a huff, "Well, you would think that because you weren't there with the two of them. Whatever 'freedom' he talked about was few and far between. Normally, he would just keep her indoors all day and have her take care of the whole house. Sometimes, I would have to sacrifice the time I spent with her because I knew she was stressed out all the time. Don't be fooled by my father's words so easily. Every sentence he says usually has a hidden meaning behind it. Like he's always plotting something or trying to get into someone's head." A long sigh escaped the young man's lips as he said that. That speech was all he could do for now to try and protect the woman from his father when he wasn't with her.

But in the meantime, the two of them were together now and he wanted to spend some quality time with his companion. Standing up, he hopped the concrete barrier that seperated the house from the garden and dropped down about 6 feet to the grass below. "Come on, I wanna show you something," Cyrus called out to Jin. If she did decide to come down he would be ready to catch her just in case she fell.
 
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