"Maybe I don't want to deal with adult responsibilities." Yvette muttered, grabbing an apple from a fruit vendor and tossing them a silver Coin as payment. Yori glared at her daughter, and snatched the apple from her hands, shoving it in the basket.

"You need to!" Yori countered, glancing back and forth from every booth, occasionally stopping when something caught her eye. Yvette crossed her arms over her chest and growled under her breath.

"I hate you." She murmured. Yori swiveled around, causing her daughter to run into her. Some passerby's looked over, but none of them stopped or paid too much attention.

"My sweet daughter, do you forget how we lived? On the streets, begging for scraps? Drinking rain water? Stealing what we needed to," she dropped her voice when she mentioned stealing, so no one would report them. Yori grabbed Yvette's arm and dragged her close, her hot breath fanning her daughter's face. "Don't make me regret all I have done for you."

"And what have you done for me?" Yvette hissed, jerking her arm away and taking a few steps backwards. "I'm going home by myself!" And with that, Yvette began to run, between the people and booths, despite her mother calling after her. Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, but she wiped them away on the back of her sleeve.

She jumped upon the ledge of a close by building, and went upwards, till she reached the roof. Once there, she sat there, pulling her dagger out of her pocket, and twisting it around in her hand. "Why." She wondered, looking up as a bird flew over her head.

"Yvette?" A voice inquired softly, making her turn around and ready her dagger. Peering from the edge of the roof was a man with ark blue hair, and honey coloured eyes. His hair was more of less slicked back, but in a messy way. Yvette sheathed her dagger, and smiled slightly.

"Hey Lys." She greeted, the man climbing onto the roof and sitting next to her.

"How you doing, it's been a hot minute?" Lys inquired, pulling a piece of bread from his pocket and ripping it in half. He gestured it to Yvette, who gladly took it.

"Ugh, history lessons, and dresses, and all that other 'proper lady' shit. I had my mum for remarrying." Yvette growled through a mouthful of bread. "We were fine but oh no! Now I need to be a lady because of this jerk-off she's married?!"

"Sounds like bull. Hey, you can come stay with me!" Lys said, nudging her with his elbow. Yvette smiled sympathetically, but shook her head.

"I can't even if I wanted to, I'm bound to the house" Yvette held up her wrist, and a small pentagram appeared on her wrist.

"You're mum cast the spell?"

"Unfortunately."

"Well, always come over when you need to, or when you can." Lys put his hand on her shoulder, making her smile. She scooted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Thank you, Lys." She murmured, briefly closing her eyes.

"Anything for you, Yvette." He replied, his voice almost a whisper. He looked down at her, his face going pink. She was just as beautiful as her mother, if not more beautiful. Long, ginger hair. But her eyes, are what made her unique. She had gorgeous purple eyes. The sign of the Nine-Tailed Fox.

"I should be getting back." Yvette said suddenly, standing up and stretching her arms over her head. Lys cleared his throat, and also stood, his balance a little off kilter.

"I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" With that final remark, Yvette jumped from the roof, thirty-five feet downward, and landed on the street, not a scratch or sprain evident. She strolled along the road, vendors shouting and people chattering among themselves. She was headed to The House of Nigel. The place where she currently lived. The pace where she was currently trapped.