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When he told her to come here, She hid behind the corner more for a moment, almost like a shy child hiding behind their guardian, but she was still visible. She around the corner again, before walking out, and walking over to him.

As she made her way over his eyes rested on the screen again and he scrolled through numerous pictures of Vicktors. "Do you know any of them?" he asked her, his finger slowly rolling on the mouse as he continued to slowly scroll down though he wasn't sure if she was tall enough to see over the desk.

She stopped once she got to him, and tilted her head when he turned back to his computer. She stood on her tippi toes, trying to see the screen. She only could see half of it, but she could see them as they slowly went up and disappeared. She shook her head, not reconizing any of them so far.

Though it wasn't something he wouldn't normally do, he wasn't sure if she could see well or not even though she gave feedback on the images, and instead picked up the girl, setting her on his lap. He needed her to be precise on which image was her father and which was not.

Nausicaä was taken by surprise when Ulysses picked her up, and sat her down on his lap. She looked over her shoulder at him, then at the screen. Time passed by, and so far not a single one was her dad. Nausicaä rested her chin on the desk, watching the screen still, "nope, ....nope.....nope.." she said as the pictures went by. After a few minutes, the child grew silent. If he looked, she had fallen asleep.

Even Ulysses was beginning to tire by scrolling thorough image after image, but he didn't notice that she was asleep until a few moments after her voice died out. In a sense it felt like a small victory for him, finally getting her to sleep and a grin almost reached his lips. Gingerly, he pulled her back against his chest prior to rolling his chair back and getting up. An audible sigh left his nose as he began up the stairs in order to get her to the room she was supposed to be sleeping in.

The situation he found himself in was a bit cumbersome due to the fact that he had never dealt with children in the past and never thought that he would. They couldn't simply be told to do something. They had to be coaxed into doing it. They were not adults and didn't listen like adults, however, the more time spent with Nausicaä the easier it was to fathom their behaviour to where it was understandable.

Within a minute he had reached the room, however, he stopped at the bed, unsure of what to do from there. Did she prefer sleeping under the covers or beneath them? He pondered over this for a moment before deciding for her. With a frame so small she was bound to get cold overnight. Surely enough, he pulled back the covers and lightly set her down, evading her wake. Once he thought she was content he drug the blanket back over her figure. It was strangely bizarre that he somewhat missed the warmth she had given off in that little time, but he forced himself to think of more important matters as he left the room in order to get some sleep of his own.

Soon it seemed she was just sitting there, with her head on the desk, almost like a child bored to sleep in math class, or school in direct. For the first time in a long time she had managed to been put to sleep without a story. Her small body and mind just couldn't stand to be awake any longer.

The child slept soundly, without a peep, not a sound, just the soft sounds of her breathing. Seeing she was fast asleep, not even Ulysses movements of standing up, and walking across the room, and walking upstairs, managed to wake her from her

Now the child slept where she was destined to sleep from the very beginning, in the bed. With Ozball close, she held onto the stuffed animal, sleeping soundly, and probably wouldn't awaken until morning.

(.. I couldn't think of much to type)

The mercenary woke at scheduled time: seven in the morning to prepare his things for the following day. Undoubtedly, Nausicaa would continue to sleep until the light of day reached her window and occasionally Ulysses passed by her room to assure that she wasn't roaming around. To his dismay, he hadn't gained anymore knowledge on her father and going back to where the parade took place sounded appeared to be the only option, however he knew the area was still under investigation and did not want to risk getting identified, especially with her under his arm. He concluded that he'd have to wait a week or so until they returned, but what would he do with her in weeks time?

All throughout the night the child slept, clinging to her stuffed animal, holding it/him close. Only waking up once or twice, but her eyes closed again, and she fell back asleep in no time at all. The child dreamed of normal things, and wild things. One second she could be dreaming of the parade yesterday, then some fantasy land of stuffed animals, and sweets. However, just as the morning began, her dreams flipped and turned darker, and less fun. She dreamed of the chaos she went through in all that commotion at the parade, dreaming it up way worse than it was, and her eyes snapped open, and she held Ozball tighter, scared by her dream.

On about the third round of peeking into her room, he had noticed that she was awake, but didn't understand why she held such a petrified expression. He supposed he wouldn't question it unless it prevailed. Instead he entered the room quietly, slipping his cell into his pocket after having checked for any recent emails. So far there was nothing that needed to be done although he heavily wished there was something more operative to do than watch over her for the next few days.

During the day his eyes took on a bronze color rather than gold and he stared down at her, again, dubious on what his first words of the day would be. What should it matter? She was a child, but he doubted she would move unless he said something. Even aiming when in movement wasn't as frustrating as having to find words to speak to a juvenile. "Are you awake?" he decided to go on the question though it was evident she was awake.

Her light blue ears, that were filled with fear, caught a glimpse of Ulysses in the doorway and she looked towards him fully. Her eyes followed him until she was standing moved him. Her mouth and nose was hidden behind the puppies stuffed animal head. She nodded slightly when he asked if she was awake. Trout her, she was wide awake.

In her response he figured there was something people had usually done in the mornings.. breakfast. Ulysses didn't need to eat daily or even daily meals to maintain his weight or have enough energy to go throughout the day therefore there was nothing edible within the building and that would lead him to have to go get something. He stared at her briefly before speaking again, "Will you be hungry?"

Nausicaä looked down at Ozball, "I'm a little hungry" she said. Considering the last time she ate, it was understandable that she would be. The last time she ate was yesterday at breakfast when she was still united with her dad.

(Couldn't think of much)

At this time of day there weren't many other assassins or mercenaries stationed around the area due to having early tasks. They could leave easier than they had come in to their fortune. "Come on," he gestured her from the bed as he spun on his heel, on his way back out the door.

Nausicaä sat up, and slowly climbed off the bed, bringing Ozball with her. With a quickened pace, she tried to catch up with Ulysses. Unsurprisingly she removed one of her hands from Ozball and held onto the leg of Ulysses pants. Probably still scared from her nightmare. But what could he do? She was just a child after all. He couldn't demand she let go.

He could hear by her little paced steps that she was following along, more so when she had grabbed onto his jeans again. From that action he knew it would be a habit and wouldn't oppose it. It simply brought him a bit of discomfort, but it contributed to her safety. It'd be harder for her to go and get lost if she was constantly clinging to his leg.

Upon reaching the living room he swiped up his mask that sat among a few assault rifles he was disassembling that morning and placed ot firmly over his face.

She held onto his pants leg, but unlike the first time she held on, she didn't hold on lightly, she held on tightly. She followed close, and kept up with him as they made their way to the living room. She looked up at him as he began putting his mask back on- though she didn't really understand why he wore a mask so much. She looked at the assault rifles, though she didnt know what they were called. Curious, she reached out to touch them, holding Ozball by the blue collar that was around his neck so she could touch it without having to let go of Ulysses.

He kept holding the mask tight over his face until he heard the audible click that affirmed that it would stay put. In feeling her hand still grasping his jeans, he hadn't figured she was out to touch anything and didn't look to see if she was.

Out of all the rifles there was one that stood out, it's shape far different from any other gun though it still looked to be a firing weapon. Once her hand was in range, the lines that traced the gun began to pulse a faint blue, signalling that it was ready to be used.

She reached her hand out towards the gun, and Ulysses would feel a light tug on his jeans as she reached, stretching to get it. She stopped a moment, her eyes examining the blue lights, a look of awe appeared on her face. "Wow.." she said quietly, wanting to see it really bad now.

In feeling the tug his gaze darted down and caught her wandering hand. He was quick to swipe her hand away, the pulse in the weapon then dying down to nothing. "Don't touch things you aren't permitted to touch," the words were slightly icy, but if he wanted to get through to her he hand to be stern.