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It was strange for Katsura, a lot of things have happened since she ran away from home. Not with the street, it was still the same rotten slum as when she left. Katsura still had to look towards ever sides for every 2nd step she took just to be sure. Of course now Katsura had Nyao the BlackGatomon to keep her company and being a protector. Now even the powerful strong thugs didn't get Katsura to batter an eye. If her old manipulative ways should fail her, she could always rely on Nyao to protect her.
There was Katsura's old apartment just where she left it, in Katsura's arms she was carrying Nyao the Blackgatomon. Once inside in the hallway, Katsura was met with a depressing sight. Someone had moved her father but it didn't look much like a crime scene. Apparently, the police had written it off as an accidental death. Though getting scout-free only reminded Katsura just how much punishment she felt she deserved. Worse, it robbed Katsura of that closure she felt, she needed.
Once the front door was locked, Katsura and Nyao held a moment of silence in honor of Katsura's dad. OOC: A map over Katsua's Apartment
Calysta was in her office checking out many students who use to attend that school that was destroyed, she was looking into many of them so they could have a better life and even the grades they would need for the future, having them attend here, but she had many people check and call their fathers/mother or anyone they were with after one week, Calysta made it her job to go down in person. "Mr. Ise his daughter is Katsura Ise, who has not been attending school for quite some time." Someone knocked onto the door entering. "Miss Angelis, I have been calling Mr. Ise like you asked, but he hasn't picked up in the last week."
She was looking over pages of paper, that the school uses to have on Katsura, saying her father was not seen much and she uses to beg on the streets. Even the former teachers didn't have a good opinion of this man. "I see, I will speak to him in person. His daughter doesn't attend any school, and he didn't go to any events when she did. Her former teachers don't remember even speaking to him. Growing up on the bad side of town doesn't mean you have a bad home life, but they even said she had bruises when attending class." All this information was from old teachers and information from the school.
"I will be leaving now if you hear from him and he calls back. Call me right away." She got up making her way out, as the man would say to her. "Are you sure you wish to go alone? I hear it's not the safest place to grow up in?" She told him. "I will be fine." She left, getting into her car, to go towards Katsura's home. With it taking off, to her street.
The outfit she was wearing. Was a white long sleeved shirt with many buttons going down it, having a red tie that is around her neck under the collar at her center, with it under the brown light best she wears to give her outfit more of a business type design. Finishing her outfit is the slacks she wears which are long and dark green in color wearing black shoes.
Meanwhile in Katsura's apartment, Katsura looked around. It had gotten dusty from from the time of abandonment. Katsura sighed.
"Just how long have we been away?" Katsura asked Nyao as she jumped down. Nyao looked thoughtful for a moment, not sure if Katsura was rhetorical or not so she decided to answer either way. "I'm not sure, the digital world runs much slower than the real world." "But I have spent time in the real world too?" "Yeah, I have no idea either."
Katsura shrugged as she grabbed a broom and a bucket. Habitually, Katsura started cleaning up the entire apartment herself. While she did that Nyao wandered into the kitchen, and was met with a horrible stench. Food has an annoying habit of spoiling which was why Nyao threw every food she could find in a large black trash bag. Little did the duo know that now was in fact perhaps the best possible timing to clean up the apartment. An important woman was on her way.
It took only around ten minutes until she reached the streets that this family was from. But looking at this place you could be able to see it was for people that gave up, but the children forced to suffer because of their family. Their family lowers their dreams, she would sigh, take out one of her cigarette lighting it up, taking one smoke. She was walking around, as a child when into her saying sorry afterward, but when he was about to walk away having a smile thinking he had her car keys, but she would make a sound of key's moving her hand, with him looking in shock, thinking can someone really react that fast?
She didn't look bothered being mellow, as she reached the house. Putting out the cigarette, Calysta knocked on the door, hoping, waiting for someone to come. She might have to get child services involved, but truth told Japan didn't have a good handle on it, but was it really better for that young child to stay here? On her own without anyone, well she could contact other family members, but well she would have to see what her father was like first.
Just as Katsura was finished cleaning up there was a knock on the door. Katsura had no idea who that could be. "Coming!" Katsura yelled. On the way to the door, Katsura stuffed her head into the kitchen. "Nyao, there's someone at the door. Remember, you're a toy." Nyao nodded and followed after Katsura to the door where she jumped back in Katsura's arms. Which made it a little difficult to open the door but not impossible.
At the door there was an adult Katsura had never seen before. Katsura put up her friendly facade to show hospitality. "Hello, can I help you?"
She waited hearing someone yell out, already having an idea it was Katsura. The door opened as she seen her with a toy, but it was odd, well she didn't need to focus on that right now. "Hello, you must be Ise, Katsura I wish to have a word with your father. Is he in right now?" She could see into the house and it looks unclean like nobody has been inside for weeks, what has happened? It didn't just look like it was from a family without money, but nobody has been here for a long time something she could tell right away.
She smiled down at the young girl who was holding onto that cat. It was also noted that this child has not been seen for a while herself, people could see her begging but for the last few weeks, it's like she was not here. It was much Calysta needed to find out today.
Her members of staff have asked family's that live near here, and both of them have not been seen.
Now this was awkward, the woman in the door not only knew her name but was asking for her father. What should she say? That he was dead? It was a good thing that Katsura had a poker face large enough to mask the distress such a situation could cause. Katsura decided to take the easy albeit less polite way out of this situation. Katsura cleared her throat before coming up with yet another act of friendly cheerfulness.
"Daddy is not here today. I'll have him know you asked." While Katsura was speaking, she subtlety made the door more and more closed. Calysta would not be able to shake off the feeling that Katsura is hiding something despite her attempt to come off as friendly. (OOC: this is not an exit post)
As the door was closing something was not right as she put her foot in the door stopping it from closing. "I would still like to have a word with you, your father is not home, I do find it a little odd. Also, I have been informed that nobody has seen him or you in quite some time. I have spoken with many children and I can tell when they are trying to get me to go away." Calysta would go down to eye level with her, having a smile. "If your father has not been looking after you, I can't just walk away, can I?" Calysta had a smile, acting kind towards her.
Calysta was closer to the house now and it was worse and she thought. "Nobody has been home for a while, have they? I can smell something odd like food has been left out for too long." How badly did this little girl have it? Calysta, could feel something not right here, the child has been missing, the dad has not been seen and the house has had nobody inside for a long time.
It was no choice, as she would walk inside. "How long has your father not been home?" Calysta thought it was a good idea to tell her who she was. "You have no reason to be worried, I am a headmistress for a school not far from your house, and I have heard you don't attend school anymore, I came here today wishing to find out why." She made sure children where okay giving that her brother was gone, trying her best to not just get them in school, but a better life and what they had.
Just as Katsura thought she had overcome the encounter, Calysta had placed her foot in the door. As if that wasn't enough, she had made it quite clear that she'd not be told off that easily much to Katsura's dismay. When it became clear that Calysta would like to talk with Katsura too, Katsura reluctantly and slowly opened the door. While Calysta continued speaking.
"Ugh, make yourself home." Katsura displayed the same low level of enthusiasm for this conversation as a student during a pop quiz in a subject too boring to care about.
When Calysta complained about the state of the apartment, specifically how clean it was. Katsura immediately indicated the broom and bucket from before. The water in the bucket was dyed black as result of Katsura's cleaning. "Sorry about the mess, I'm in middle of cleaning" In Katsura's defense the floor was now spotless which indicated how much she could clean in 10 minutes. Then came the bigger issue, how long had her dad been missing? Katsura didn't have much time to come up with a plausible answer when she didn't even knew it herself, and it showed.
"Umm a couple of days I suppose"
Perhaps Katsura would have sounded more convincing if the calendar behind her in the foyer wasn't several months behind corresponding with the last time she was seen.
In an attempt to win the verbal upper hand Katsura decided to challenge Calysta's claim of being a headmistress. She made a huff and said: "Hah, I heard that story before. Who are you really?".
It was a defensive gambit that relied on Calysta coming off as some kind of burglar or molester. Katsura was desperate for a legitimate excuse for kicking Calysta out.
"Aww, come on I might be a headmistress, but right now you're not in school, you shouldn't sound so board." That smell just made Calysta feel unwell. "The smell alone shows nobody has been here. If you or your father had been home, wouldn't one of you have thrown away the food? I doubt you could handle that smell, every time you came home." A couple of days, that did sound about right, Calysta had no reason to think it was a lie. The calendar was a little outdated, but well her father was someone that drinks and does nothing, so it didn't cross her mind that he would care about something like that.
"Oh, you can think fast, but if you like to check if I'm someone here to rob you. How about this, we call the police and if I am a burglar and not a headmistress they should take me away, but if it turns out I am they will see a young child in a home that could not be called liveable, but truth be told I don't like getting the police mixed into something, it ends things without it being talked out. And I feel guilty not fully knowing what is happening here, with the police taking you who knows where. I will let you pick."
Calysta pulled out a phone. "Here you go, I will let you pick I can try to help you the best I can, or the police can try to fix it? The police would take hours, leaving you sitting on a chair, me well, it's more freedom and I can fully listen to what you have to say, and if It shows I am a headmistress I can go down towards the police station and still talk to you, but you would still be sitting on a chair." Calysta had a smile.
Calysta was seeing what she would do, if this girl was smart she would pick her, because the police would just see her as a runaway teen, moving her off right away to some place even Calysta wouldn't know. It was a chance, she has seen it happen many times in this place.
Katsura could easily counter Calysta when she called out the smell of the spoiled food. "I am currently in the middle of cleaning, getting rid of the trash is obviously on my list of things to do." Once again Katsura tried to direct Calysta's attention to the broom and the bucket. This had the drawback of Katsura sounding more like a cleaning lady and less like a schoolgirl. It was like hearing an adult in the body of a teenage girl speaking about their job. Katsura's logic was that rather coming off like a slacker than finding out just how deep Calysta could dig. That way Katsura hoped only to get remarks for taking this long to get to the idea of cleaning up. If only she knew how much background research Calysta had done ahead.
It was then Calysta found a way to catch Katsura in a situation where she couldn't just tell her off. If Calysta was to call the cops, everything would be much more complicated. Unbeknownst to Calysta the idea of police by itself wasn't an issue given that she had several ways of escaping the human world, no what did the trick was the prospect of getting Nyao in danger by proxy. For the sake of keeping Nyao safe, Katsura decided to endure Calysta's company for the time being better that than risking to expose the secret of digimon.
And so Katsura opened up the door this time there was lots of speed in getting it open, clearly Katsura did not like the idea of having the policeforce involved either that or she magically turned 180 degrees and decided to be hospitable in a drop of a hat. The latter does sound least plausible in hindsight.
Katsura lead Calysta into what was intended as a living room it only had one single furniture, a large used chair. Upstairs was Katsura's bedroom but that was not a place she was comfortable showing off to strangers.
Katsura gave Calysta a minute to take off her shoes and accustom herself to the surroundings before she spoke up. "So what do you want?"
Ironically, the prospect of literally sitting in a chair sounded inevitable at this point. The actual question was who was going to sit on the chair.
"You're not understanding my point, it shouldn't be this bad, I can understand things being a mess, but this is taking it to far." She was inside a room that was met to be a living room, but only one chair and looked over used...."I told you what I want first where is your father, second do you have any other family members you can stay with?" She would focus onto Katsura having a smile. "I know you live like this most of your life being on your guard, having to worry all the time, so I don't blame you for being high strong, but children should try to be more relax, look at me do I act worried? Not all people wish to cause harm to you."
It was a white line on the floor like a body was here, but was that possible. "How do you get food? You're too young to live on your own." She would say, putting her back on the wall. "If you like you can sit down."
"As you can probably tell after this "tour", tuition fees are something not to be underestimated around here."
Katsura went into the living room while carrying Nyao.
"My dad is out at the moment, I do have someone to stay with" Katsura said conveniently skipping the context of her statements such as the "someone" was her digimon and not a human let alone a family member. Then Katsura listened to Calysta talking about how not everyone is out to get her. Katsura knew that only problem was she was slowly starting to prefer the company of Tamers and digimon over regular humans. Nevertheless Katsura paid attention.
When instructed to read Calysta's face, suddenly Katsura was struggling. Even though Katsura shook her head it was obvious that she just took Calysta word for fact with no critical idea about what she answered to. By the end of the day Katsura had a very abysmal empathy relying on a try and error method that while scientific in nature, was very easy to tell this way. A teacher would get exactly this reaction by showing a kindergartner a picture of a cat with its species written underneath then ask the kindergartner how to spell 'cat'. She picked up on Calysta's gesture by sitting in the chair although it seemed to make her feel uncomfortable not as if it was painful to sit on mind you, more like she had some mental issues linked to that very chair, a trauma perhaps?
"I have been the cook in the house since I was 8. Daddy don't like making food"
"Oh, you do? Then may I ask who and where they live?" She would say listening to the child speak once again. "It doesn't matter if you can cook or not. Nobody, not even a master chef can use the food items here to make something that can be eaten. You also keep dodging my questions, with simple replies, it could take other people that don't care away. I do live with someone? You didn't say who, your dad is out, but I asked when is he coming back."
She looked around the room smiling as she looked at Katsura. "I can see you don't trust me, but I have a feeling even if I didn't walk inside and someone else came you would act the same way towards them." She sigh, as Calysta walked around the room, then back to the little girl again. "By looking at you. You have not eaten for some time, and you can't cook without items to use, why don't we go get you something to eat?" Calysta would wait to see if this young girl would let her guard down.
It was easy to see this little girl didn't trust her one bit, maybe a full belly would make her feel better.
Nyao was sad on behalf of Katsura, she could easily tell that Katsura did all this just to protect her. Seeing Katsura digging herself into this hole just to avoid revealing Nyao without being able to help was painful to watch. If only she could do something to help. The worst part was when Katsura was asked to name her partner knowing full well that she was unable to do so. The feeling of being powerless was frustrating to say at least. Just as bad was not being able to help Katsura out in how to behave in a social manner, she could only watch the conversation.
"Oh, you do? Then may I ask who and where they live?" "Umm it's my best friend, she is soft and warm and she is always right next to me when I hold her." Katsura said, as she hugged Nyao affectionately... who was sitting right next to Katsura at that moment.
"It doesn't matter if you can cook or not. Nobody, not even a master chef can use the food items here to make something that can be eaten. You also keep dodging my questions, with simple replies, it could take other people that don't care away. I do live with someone? You didn't say who, your dad is out, but I asked when is he coming back."
"Umm I'm pretty sure you asked me, where he was. I don't know when he's coming back, why would he tell me such a thing?"
"I can see you don't trust me, but I have a feeling even if I didn't walk inside and someone else came you would act the same way towards them.
Katsura looked confused at Calysta. "Huh, did I use the wrong emotion again? I always mix up happiness and sadness!" The underlying subtext here was Katsura admitting that she had social problems, additionally knowing when to smile did not come natural to Katsura, it was a science.
"By looking at you. You have not eaten for some time, and you can't cook without items to use, why don't we go get you something to eat?" Normally walking with a stranger was a bad idea but compared with the risk of Calysta finding out too many skeletons in Katsura's closet, this was the lesser of two evils for Katsura.
"Sure let's go." Katsura said happily as she equipped her travel-bag and then began carrying Nyao around. In no time she was at her front door ready to go out. OOC: Katsura remembers correctly: "I told you what I want first where is your father, second do you have any other family members you can stay with?"