Sewers and Sadness(Mocha)

[Andrew Fischer]

Andrew had done a lot of thinking after the first mission he had went on...Perhaps he should've waited to do one with Mocha. He had told her to meet him in town after a while, because he really need some company. The Demon Weapon was using his Partial form to fish...Calling it that might not be entirely accurate. The line was being dropped down one of those grates on the sidewalk...and he wasn't catching anything. It didn't matter to him, however, because the act itself was enough to keep him occupied.

All he had to do was wait for her to get here, and then he could go on for an hour about how the world was unfair, and full of cruelty...She would definitely understand where he was coming from, and why he was in so much pain. Looking back on the endeavor, and remembering the look in that other Weapon's eyes. Remembering the weapon that the murderer had used...and how similar it was to him. All of it made him sick, and he had lost some sleep on it...Missions, he had decided, we detrimental to his health. Perhaps he should only go on them with Mocha from now on. At least then he would be with someone...Who was less vicious.

After a few more minutes had passed, he pulled the line back up, and got rid of the reel from his shoulder. Sitting, and holding his knees close to his chest. All of the people who must be staring at the awkward teenager, with tears rolling down his eyes...but no one seemed to care. All of them were too caught up in their own worlds, and were stuck in a complicated system...The world was a complicated place.

[mocha]

Mocha walked slowly down the sidewalk, looking around carefully to see if she could spot Andrew. She hummed softly as she looked around but she wasn't at the street he was on just yet. She wrapped her thin fingers, covered in band-aids from her last adventure, around the bottom of her tan sweater. As usual she was covered in bruises, and had ace bandages on her legs. Walking down the street alone felt awkward with groups of people walking past her. It made her feel really lonely. That dropped from her mind when she saw Andrew.

Mocha ran up to him faster and dropped quickly to her knees and hugged him. He was so much taller than her that it made her feel like a little kid. She bet even to people around them that she looked like his little sister or something, wait she was the older one! “Andrew w-what's wrong, why are you crying.” Mocha asked quickly while using a bandaged finger to wipe at his tears. “Please don't cry.” She begged quietly.

He was just sitting there crying all alone, and she was scared. What was wrong, why was he upset. She didn't want him to be upset. She didn't care what was wrong, but whatever it was she would beat the mother ever loving hell out of it and make him happy again.

[Andrew Fischer]

Andrew was going to tell her what happened, but then he thought about Bran. That guy would definitely do some damage to her if she tried to confront him...So he would have to be vague, but still let her know what was going on. It really was stupid of him to go on a mission without his Meister, and having her here now was only making him feel worse about it. As she wiped his tears, he tried to give her a smile, and then wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm sorry, boss...I went on a mission, and another weapon was just really vicious...The target still had a scrap of sanity left, and he didn't even stop to think bout what he was doin'."

Andrew sat there for a minute, and then let go. He had started to realize that it wasn't normal for people to hold other people like that, and he definitely didn't want to offend the girl that was supposed to use him as a weapon. The Weapon let out a sigh, and then look at her. Perhaps it wasn't that bad, but he was still afraid of the other weapon...Why would he do something like that?

"People should be more caring...Use less violence...I think that he might not be right in the head..."

Andrew tried to stand up a bit, but it didn't really work out for him...So instead he just pulled closer to himself, and looked down the drain. Mocha's company was enough...She'd probably want an actual conversation though, which he wasn't sure if he could provide. Would she think he was a wimp? While it was true that he wouldn't have to be the one to fight...Or maybe that wasn't the case. He would definitely try to save Mocha if she was in trouble...but he'd feel very bad for the people...Unless they were truly evil. It was all too complicated for him.

[mocha]

Mocha let him hug her a was and she listened to what was bothering him. He was worried about another weapon? Well it was wonderful He went on a mission! He was getting a head start where it would be harder for the small girl to help him. Mocha looked up at him sadly as he pulled closer to himself. She pulled off his hat and set it on her own head so she could mess with his hair. Something she was forbidden to do with her own hair, the barrettes she kept in her long frizzy hair would never let her do that. So as the words in her mind formed to calm the boy, she began fixing his hair. running her fingers through it and trying to make sure each strand fell into its proper place. He was so much taller than her, so she shifted so she was standing on her knees, making her get a better look at the weapons blue-green hair. People should be more loving, yes they should care so much more. Maybe if they did her big brother would be alive, maybe if they did she wouldn't have come here like an idiot to prove the impossible. She was afraid of a cat that talked, so how would she do if she got into a real fight. She paused messing with Andrew's hair as she remembered that night in the dark underground of shibusen with Bran and Laurent. She pulled one hand away to quickly study the cut on her hand that had barely scabbed over. She needed to remember to get more band-aids. As Mocha began to fix the weapons hair once again, she began to speak.

"I understand. A lot of bad things wouldn't happen if everybody cared. We wouldn't know each other though if it was like that." Mocha breathed softly. She wouldn't be here if everybody was nice, she wouldn't have met this wonderful boy who was her weapon. She wouldn't have met Laurent who helped her see that she just might be stronger than she thought, or even Bran and his mysterious ways. She wanted to know more about that boy, he was strange and interesting. "There are things in this world that happen for a lot of reasons. We can't control them all, but we can at least control what we do."

"In the end wrath and love are what really run this world. There is no pain without anger or love, and without pain nobody would get hurt. Nobody would achieve to be greater though, to get over that pain. Truly we need both, or else we would just have an unfinished puzzle with nobody trying to fix it. That's what life is, a big puzzle. To finish that puzzle we need love, anger, pain, hate, peace, and so many other things. Sure a lot of things happen that hurt us, that make us hateful. We can choose to climb over that though, to be stronger than our hate, to grow above it. Or we can choose to just stop and let that hate take control of us." Mocha paused and looked at the bright blue sky. It seemed so happy while so many were sad, maybe it was happy because it enjoyed watching other people hurt. "That weapon, the other weapon, maybe he didn't thing he was strong enough to get over that pain, and whatever caused him that pain. So that pain turned into hate and he still can't grow above it. To climb and get stronger. So all that hate blinds him into doing those things he does. We can't let that stop us and become our hate though. We can't let that bother us, we got to keep going to get stronger. Then maybe someday we can help him get over whatever it is that hurt him, so this world can come a little closer to true peace." Mocha smiled softly at him, sitting down on her feet to look up at him, so she could see his face.

[Andrew Fischer]

Andrew noticed that she took off his hat, and began to play with his hair. This was weird, but he kind of enjoyed it...Was it because she was the one playing with it? She was the one in charge, and he liked that...he had figured that that, and their friendship was the only big thing between them...but would he let another friend do this? This wasn't what he was supposed to be focusing on right now. She had went on to give a huge speech, and mentioned helping Bran...Andrew did want to help him, but he was still incredibly afraid. That was what he needed Mocha for...She was better at pushing things through than he was.

"Mocha...Thank you so much"

Andrew stood up, and then he reached down and grabbed her, pulling her into his arms. Then he gave her an awkward hug. This girl was really important to him, and as long as he had his Meister, then he would be able to do many things. Maybe even help Bran, and the rest of the world...but she did have a point about the conflict in life. Life was confusing, but he had her to figure things out with.

"Do ya think...That maybe we should start doin' more...Like missions, and stuff?"