A Stem Falling From A Rose.

Breakfast.

So talking as it turns out mainly consists of all eating breakfast at the kitchen table. Not to say that the food was bad, quite the opposite. However, this isn't exactly what I had in mind. With that said I find myself stuffing my face with pancake syrup. Of course, this action caused the blonde who was sitting across from me to laugh.

It didn't take long for the other two to follow suit.

In response, I lowered my head in embarrassment. My face was as red as a tomato.

"Sorry."

The blonde just shook her head. "Trust me this  isn't the first time something like this happened."

The meaning behind her words was not lost to me.

I frowned.

Her statement alone brought back into focus the situation I found myself in. It also brought up the fact that I still had yet to receive any answers that I needed. With that said it didn't take me long to realize that there was a connection between me and the three girls. A certain history that no doubt explains my reason for being here in the first place. The only question now is what type of history did we share?

Time to find out.

Wiping my face with a napkin I cleared my throat.

Six pairs of eyes turned towards me.

I shrank against my seat, sweat starting to form from my brow.

"I-i h-have a-a few questions."

The blonde took a moment to chew on her food before nodding. However, just before could speak she lifted a finger.

"I think we should get introductions out of the way first.

I pause.

Thinking on it the motion seemed harmless enough. Plus it gives me names I can put on faces instead of hair color. With this in mind, I nod in agreement. Seeing this the blonde smiled before pointing towards herself.

"My name is Yang Xiao Long, but you can just call me Yang." I nodded to show that I understand. The name didn't exactly ring any bells, then again I'm not exactly in the best position when it comes to memory. Still, I thought that the name alone would at least give me a strong sense of deja vu. When it didn't I couldn't help but feel disappointed.

I watched as Yang pointed towards the girl with silver eyes. Said girl was currently in the middle of completely devouring her own set of pancakes. Her vigor alone was enough to make me smile.

"This ball of sunshine and possibly death is my young and only sister Ruby Rose."

I couldn't help but go pale at the mention of death. Regardless the girl now known as Ruby paused at the mention of her name. Looking up at her plate she noticed that I was staring. In response, she waved enthusiastically at me. The fork held tightly in her grip. The sight alone was rather adorable, to say the least.

"Hi!"

I find myself waving back at her. The corners of my lips edged upwards into a smile. Something told me that, I and Ruby would get along rather nicely if given the chance. The thought alone made me feel at least somewhat better.

After Ruby Yang pointed towards the girl with green hair. Who unlike Ruby looked to be paying attention. "Then you have our professional and very talented thief Emerald Sustrai."

"What is with you and full names today?" The newly named Emerald asked. Raising a brow at the blonde fork. Yang shrugged before looking back over her plate.

"Who knows? Maybe I'm feeling a bit fancy."

"I wouldn't exactly call that fancy" Emerald snorted.

"With your fashion sense? Somehow I'm not surprised."

"Hey!"

Upon hearing this Ruby immediately burst into a fit of laugher. However, this only seemed to upset Emerald even more.

"Is something funny?! Last time I checked that hood was so last season."

Ruby stuck her tongue out in response. Seemingly unphased by Emerald's apparent insult. Seeing that she was getting nowhere fast the black teen merely huffed before crossing her arms. Yang merely was smirking in victory. Seemingly quite proud to have won their little spat.

"Excuse me?"

All eyes turned towards me once more.

Hesitating just for a moment I asked the first question that came to mind. The question I found myself repeatedly asking myself ever since I managed to calm down.

"Who am I?"

Silence.

I looked directly at Yang. The blonde herself looked to be mulling over her response. That alone told me that I wouldn't like the answer. Regardless I found myself anxiously waiting for her response. After a moment or two a thought Yang spoke. I detected a hint of caution in her tone, along with some guilt. That alone made my stomach turn.

"Well, the truth is we don't know."

Upon seeing the look on my face Yang hurriedly continued.

"We have an idea! Bits and pieces but not the full story." From the expression on her face, I could tell that she was telling the truth. However, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and disbelief. You're telling me that I was around these girls for God knows how long and yet they knew very little of who I was? I couldn't believe it. Something more was going on. A sick joke twisted joke of some sort? An elaborate plot to reach some sort of goal? It had to be something along those lines.

Their lying to you.

I gritted my teeth. Trying and failing to not let the voices get under my skin.

They're trying to use you for their benefit.

"Be quiet" I muttered.

As I said this I felt an increase in body temperature. It was slow at first, but eventually, it began spreading rapidly.

"Are you okay?"

I looked over not at Yang, but at Ruby. The young girl looked at me as though she was trying to read my mind. In response, I stared right back. While doing so I felt the anger inside me beginning to increase.

Look at her, staring at you as if you were a display for all to see. To her, you are nothing but a toy, a plaything, and nothing more.

I clenched my fists.

On the outside, I knew that the voice was wrong, but on the inside, I wasn't so sure. Either way, I found myself barely holding my temper. Apart f me wanted nothing more than to lash out at the girl, but the look in her eyes stopped me from doing so. Regardless my fist slammed into the table with a surprising amount of force. So much so that for a second I thought I cracked the thing in two.

"STOP LOOKING AT ME!"

The look that she gave me made my rage instantly vanish. In it's place was a feeling that was far from pleasant.