Fate

The dirty-blonde haired girl rolled her eyes, ready to start screaming in frustration. Her fingers were leaking acid, right into the snow. It didn't really do anything, though, but even so, it annoyed her. From what she knew, she hadn't done anything to make her powers. She supposed it was just one of those things that happened sometimes.

As usual, the young woman was dressed in black. She was keeping her hands away from her body as she walked, not wanting to accidentally hurt herself. Her fingers were burning because of the acid, but she could deal with it; she was used to it. The fourteen-year-old looked around, and noticed a rock that actually wasn't covered with snow. Tired of walking, she went over to it and sat down, still keeping her fingers away from her, and allowing the acid to run down the sides of the rock. It wouldn't start to disintegrate right away, since it was quite large, but she knew might eventually. And, of course, if that happened, she would have to leave and go find somewhere else to go.

So, Jaden just sat there, enjoying the silence. She looked down, staring at the acid that was coming out of her. If someone came along, she wouldn't really care, even though she liked being alone for once.

"Ow ow ow ow ow!!"

Jaden blinked upon hearing that, but then panicked. She quickly stood up and looked around, then noticed the white-haired boy with his head in the snow. She had heard the sizzle, and immediately cursed under her breath, knowing it was her fault. She hadn't yet seen that the acid had stopped leaking out of her fingers, and she quickly ran to where Aeta was.

"I'm so sorry!!" she apologized to the boy who had his head in the snow. "Something burning hit you, right? It was acid.... and... uh..." She blinked, no longer feeling her hands burning. She looked at them, her ice blue eyes widening. The acid had stopped... what the heck?

"Anyway... that was my fault.... but apparently, it stopped now. Sorry if it caused you that much pain..." She looked down, embarrassed by this, and also wondering why her powers had stopped so suddenly. It was... well, weird.

Jaden blinked. He hadn't heard her, had he? Obviously not... she thought to herself. A look of concern took over her face when she heard the boy that seemed to be about her age sniff and when she saw the tear. She walked just a tiny bit closer, not wanting to invade on his personal space.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked him quietly, knowing it most likely wasn't her business, but wanting to see if she could help him anyway.

Jaden nodded, that same concerned face still there, but no other sort of emotion showing. She had gone through the same pain, and would have become something mindless that killed people if she didn't get out of that old school of hers. It had been good for nothing, and she was just glad she had abandoned its teachings. However, this boy had a somewhat different problem.

"You think I fear you because you're meant to do nothing but kill?" she asked. "Ah, well. I'm not afraid really, I can take care of myself." She shrugged her shoulders. "I'm Jaden, by the way."

Jaden blinked. Nero? Who, or what, the heck was that? She was guessing who, though. She tilted her head to the side. "Who's Nero?" she asked him. She watched him as he started shaking, regretting what she had just asked. Probably hadn't been a good thing to say. That same look of concern and caring was on her face, doubting she could really help him with anything but really wanting to.