Known Fate

The past and present.

"I should have fucking thought about this.."

She breathes through her nose, thinking aloud. Other people might have thought that this woman was crazy, talking to herself like that. She huffed at the thought.
"Crazy? I was crazy once.."

Rubbing her arms up and down as the cold night air rose goosebumps on her skin.
"I should've brought a jacket or something.."
Finally arriving at the train station, she sighed again.
She feels the stares of others. Looking around subtly, she spots a group of guys staring at her like a piece of meat. Her right eye visibly twitches, but then decides to pay them no mind, letting out a soft sigh between her lips, shaking her head with a barely visible smirk.

"Whatever..art is supposed to be admired."
Sudden memories start crawling forward from the back of her mind, wiping the smirk off her lips. She cocks her head in frustration to the side, doing the most to push them back down. Down so deep, so they could never bubble up to the surface again.

Sadly, trauma and memories don't work like that. How annoying.

This process of suppressing years worth of memories was halted, when a guy in a black and red, hooded zip up, bumped into her. She barely lost her balance, just blinking her eyes at the sudden contact.
The guy turned around, staring straight into her eyes.

He felt it. The same aura surrounding this mere woman just like other fighters his caliber.

The man had a fresh cut on his cheek. His face was blank, with a set of deep grey eyes, and from what she could see from the light hitting his face, he seemed handsome. But she felt something. Something in her gut. Her inside voice softly whispered to her.

"His doom is near."

She blinked again, forgetting to breathe for a split second. Still keeping eye contact with this random man, she decided to be the one to speak up.

"If you keep undressing me like that with your eyes, I might just catch a cold, you know.."

Her voice came out with tease, tone sultry and deep. I mean, why not fuck around a little? Even if he would've tried something, she would just cripple his kneecaps without hesitation.

After a brief silence, the man just hummed with a faint smirk, and walked off into the night.

Nova stares ahead of her, watching his retreating form into the night.

"No fun.." She mutters to herself, but her attention turned to the arrival of the train. Getting on with a small huff, and plopping herself down in an empty seat, she stared out of the window.

"It's dark as shit outside, I can only see my reflection and nothing else what am I staring out for.. I mean.. still a sight to see nonetheless." she thought, smirking at her stupidity.

The ride home was nothing but peaceful. The minutes kept passing by. She was zoned out by that point, only coming to her senses when she was standing in front of her home.

With a small, tired smile, she slid the front door open, carefully sliding it back when she was finally inside.

"FATHER, I HAVE ARRIVED." She declared with her fake British accent, sliding off her high platformed sandals, a playful smile plastered across her lips, as she slipped on her fluffy slippers.

"I never seem to understand your reasoning behind shouting that every time you arrive home."

He says flatly, stepping out of the kitchen.

Kuroki Gensai. Nova's adoptive father.

Now..Kuroki never had a wife or has fallen in love with any woman in his life. He has devoted himself to the art of martial arts. Even still, one night, when he was at in his late twenties, he had been given a job, a job regarding the "Inside". He was instructed to assassinate someone, you know, the usual. That's when he found a little girl digging around in a pile of trash. Even his stern heart grew heavy at the sight. When he was about to walk up to her, the girl stopped, snapping her head towards his direction. That was when he caught it. Just for a fraction of a second, her eyes glinted white. She was alerted, so she stood up, her light grey eyes piercing right through his own with determination.