God Eater: Infinity Paradise

1: Yuka Ichinose

Soma Schicksal, by any chance, was not in the best of moods to deal with every single bullshit he was always made to deal with. There is nothing, and by that he means nothing, that can be even more comfortable than laying sprawled on his bed, giving not a single damn about the mess of his own room, the clothes scattered all over the floor, the fact that it was actually time to get up for another crappy day or the footsteps that strolled into his own room. However, when a pair of hands pulled those thick, black, velvet curtains apart from each other, that was when his fuse blew up. Sunlight -- fucking, annoying sunlight -- poured from the glass panes of the window and forced themselves to his eyes, rubbing away every bit of sleep he was very happy with. Aggravated, he made a quick turn to the other side, back now facing the source of light, and ignoring every kind of disturbance.

After Eric's death in the hands... err, claws... err, teeth of an Ogretail days ago, he still was not in any mood to get up. Everything that had happened would then just be blamed on him and his bad luck. He had enough of that. Enough.

"Just how long are you going to stay there?" Came a question.

"Forever," he answered in a grumble, mindlessly grabbing for a pillow to cover his face with. "Now, out."

"How rude," the other continued, the voice somewhat etching a mark on his head, and forcing him to dig deep into some stuff he thought he had forgotten about. "I came all the way from Europe and this is how you welcome me? Not very nice, Soma-chii."

He threw off the covers and sat up, glaring daggers with those sharp blue eyes, and hissing at the visitor grinning triumphantly before him. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, slipping off the comforts of his bed and making a grab for the blue jacket hanging on the back of a chair. Once again, his eyes darted towards the other. Physically speaking, she hasn't changed at all since seven years ago. Those wavy strands of golden blonde hair used to rest right on her shoulders, but now are long enough to even go beyond the middle of her back. Her eyes were still that lively blue in color. The Armed Implant on her right wrist indicated that her presence meant serious business, and one that would stick forever.

"Onkel let me in," came her casual answer. "He said it might be a good idea to surprise you."

"Then tell him it isn't," he replied, pulling the hood atop his head. "The Far East Branch is not a playground, Yuka. We have people dying every single day. Why did you even come here?" He wasn't mad at her, but at her being here. Surely it is his father's crazy idea once again, and if that is the case, there is no way his objections would be heard and taken into considerations. But this wasn't part of the plan.

"Apart from seeing you?"

He grumbled once more. "Yes."

Her eyes shifted their gaze, appearing wistful at the moment. There was a short moment of silence before her reply came, her voice losing that joyful tinge that it had a minute ago. "... To finish a project." That seemed to pique his interest, but Soma, being Soma he is, pretended not to be interested in said project. "... A big one." Three words to get him even more curious. But instead of any interrogation, he proceeded to the door and walked out of his room without a single word, the girl named Yuka trailing right behind him.

He didn't seem to mind, so she continued to follow him to the section elevator and to the Den's lobby. A few other God Eaters greeted him a good morning, but Soma only scoffed and continued on his way, exiting the lobby to the hall across. "Have you always been like that towards everyone?" She finally asked. "Can't greet them back or at least give them a glance?"

The white-haired lad simply scoffed. "You won't even be staying here long enough to mind that." Both their tracks came to a halt before a metal door, which immediately opened, allowing the pair of God Eaters to walk in. The sight of the First Unit and their instructor Tsubaki Amamiya registered in his sight. The older female said a thing or two about being late in her usual irritated voice, but Soma easily brushed her off as he stood uninterested by the side of his team.