Follower's Birtbday Wishes

_KyokoKirigiri_ FE Scenario

Happy Birthday to _KyokoKirigiri_ ! She requested a personal Final Eclipse scenario as her wish.
_KyokoKirigiri_'s POV

My boots echo with every step on the cement floor. This place is a ghost town; I haven't seen anyone on this floor at all. I've now wandered aimlessly around this headquarters for... thirty minutes. How the hell do you navigate this damn place?

I let out a frustrated sigh and lean against the wall. Right now, I really want to kill someone, that's how frustrated I am with this place. I wish I knew where this god damn barracks was. My fingers fish the small crinkled slip of paper out of my pocket. Unfolding it neatly in my hand, I study the printed letters typed out on it. 'Unit 105. Barracks 50. Floor 10. Room 10. Commander Anthony Louis.' You'd think it'd be easier to find the barracks with numbers on the doors, but it doesn't seem to make a difference.

I turn back to walk the other direction. The heels of my boots click. One, two. One, two. One, two, three, four. Four? I swing around to see a boy approaching me. He's tall with back locks of hair falling down his forehead just before his chocolatey brown eyes. His red sweatshirt catches my attention. It stands out underneath his black jacket over it. Doesn't he get hot walking around like that all day?

"You must be lost," he says stopping in front of me and scanning me up and down.

"Ya' think?" I snap back at him. "I've been wandering these damn hallways for thirty-five minutes to find this stupid place." I shove the crumpled piece of paper, now crushed in my hand, at him.

He chuckles and plucks the paper from my tight fingers. As he unfolds it he says, "You remind me of my sister." I don't reply to his comment. I'm irritated and just want to find this stupid place so I don't look like a lost idiot. I look back at the boy. I guess it's kind of too late for that, but I don't want to look like an idiot in front of anyone else.

His face lights up like a lightbulb and his eyes fill with joyace light. "Hey, I know where this is!" He grabs my hand and begins dragging me down the hallway.

"W-wait!" I shout, stumbling over my feet. His grip is firm on my wrist and I wasn't prepared to be drug away. He halts and I slam into him. "Ow..."

He bursts into laughter finding my pain funny. He grabs me and pulls me up to my feet. "Keep up would you? You're feet are for walking not falling," he continues to chuckle.

"Sorry, but I didn't think you'd start dragging me across the hallway!" I exclaim.

"Oops, well ya' know, dragging things is much more fun. Especially when they're dead. When they're alive it's so much work because they flail all over and resist," he says too calmly.

"Um... What?" I ask now completely confused.

"You know, when you're killing people and discarding bodies," he replies as if I'm playing dumb.

"Oh, yeah," I say pretending I completely understand where he's coming from. I'm no longer confused or creeped out, but I'm now curious as to what his combat style is. I don't see a weapon on him, is he even a soldier? Perhaps he's an undercover agent. If that's the case his weapons are hidden on him.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to ask you your name. Mine's Alyn by the way; Alyn Tatsumi."

"Oh, I'm _KyokoKirigiri_ . I'm a new recruit here. I was transferred."

He freezes, all the light in his face seems to fade as he looks at me with grief. "Oh no..., please tell me you're a good transfer," he pleads.

"Um... I'm good?" My response seems to come out as a question, but I'm more confused by his ups and downs of emotion. I mean I'm pretty good. Rank 17/20 isn't bad and I'm still rising.