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9. My muse must abandon yours, to protect them. This is how my muse says goodbye.

Tsukasa pat the girl, who was barely a woman, on the head.The time had come. Too long, she had stayed here. Staying here any longer would only bring more of Lumen’s attention to her and those around her.

She was dangerous and no one, especially the kid, deserved to be in constant danger.

“I’ve got something for you,” She said quietly before shrugging her leather jacket off. She draped it around the youngster’s shoulders. “Keep it, okay?” She smiled grimly. “It’s yours now.”

Seven years.

Seven years since Tsukasa had left Kaede. Although technically, Tsukasa had been in the city multiple times before, many to check up on Kaede without the student’s knowing.

Letting the student know would’ve been dangerous. 

Not anymore.

They were gone, finally and Tsukasa was free to do whatever. And instead of going back home to see Keiko, Tsukasa decided to come here. to check up on Kaede; whether Tsukasa wanted Kaede knowing her teacher has returned, Tsukasa wasn’t too sure.

Tsukasa watched the girl with the eye patch, bubblegum colored hair, and her old leather jacket leave the gym. Keeping in the shadows of the alleyway, she crossed her arms, which a own black leather jacket covered. Her eyes twinkled with pride as Kaede walked down the street.

You’ve grown, Kid. I bet you’ve already surpassed me by now. 

Having already known where Kaede would head next, Tsukasa followed her into the subway. Hopefully she could find a seat far away from Kaede-

Darn it. 

With no empty seats available, Tsukasa was forced to stand only a few feet away from where Kaede was sitting. Awkwardly, Tsukasa turned her back to her student, keeping one hand on the balance handles. She looked different enough, right? 

Maybe not. The only difference Tsukasa could think in her appearance was the fact that she had long hair now, having grown it out.

At the next stop, an old woman hobbled into the car with a large carpet bag. She looked around and, finding no seat, went to hold on to the rail.

“Ma’am?" 

Kaede got to her feet and gestured for the woman to take her abdicated seat. The granny smiled, gave a ‘thank you dearie’ and sat down shakily, releasing her load to the ground at her feet. The boxer, on the other hand, hoisted her bag to her shoulder and chose a handle next to a woman in a black jacket. Lurching forward with the start of the train, Kaede’s bag accidentally swung and bumped into that neighbor.

"Oh, crap, I’m sorry.” She turned around to apologize and frowned in partial recognition.

“Don’t worry about it kid.” Tsukasa murmured instinctively, not flinching at all from the impact of the bag. She gave a sideways glance at Kaede. Then she stiffened. Shoot, that definitely wasn’t supposed to come out like that. Tsukasa panicked- she wasn’t ready for this. She absolutely, definitely, totally was NOT ready for this. Not now. Not yet.

The train rattled beneath their feet as an awkward few seconds passed before Tsukasa decided the best course of action was to stare through the window nonchalantly. Hopefully, that would lose Kaede’s attention and the next stop would come soon, so that Tsukasa could make her escape…

Thankfully for Tsukasa, fate intervened in the form of a phone call. Kaede’s phone buzzed in her pocket and she dropped her bag to the ground to free up a hand to get it.

“Hello?… No. God Damn it. Where? WHERE FOR FUCK’S SAKE? Ok I’m sorry. Take seventh street I’ll meet, hello?" 

The signal died and the train slowed to a stop. Kaede couldn’t afford to think about the familiarity of the woman now. Ami. They had Ami. 

The train had barely reached the platform before the boxer forced the doors open with sheer willpower and leapt to solid ground, taking off unaware of weird looks.

And, in her haste, she had left her duffel bag at Tsukasa’s feet.