The Arcobaleno

Chapter 5 - A Knight in Dark Armor

"For the last time, I'm fine Hadrian!" Anastasia nearly screamed out in frustration. "I got back safely and the wounds are already healed. You really don't need to follow me around classes."

The girl turned to look at her brother who simply shot her a pleading look, "Please sis, I don't even know who helped you or how you got that feather. At least let me accompany you here until you get a contract of your own."

Anastasia fiddled with the necklace that constantly hung around her neck on reflex, for there dangling next to the usual orange orb was a gleaming black feather. Absentmindedly, her fingers stroked softly at the black feather, she had her own suspicions of just who had given her the item. She was however simply wearily of telling her brother, for she had no guarantee what he would do if she told him. Knowing her brother, he would simply charge head first and try to find the person.

Anastasia shook her head in thought, "It doesn't matter now Hadrian, I'm fine and I'm right here. I'll be fine with or without a contract of my own."

Her brother sighed tiredly, running his hand through his hair. "Fine, I'll try to not hover so much." He stated at last, Anastasia cheered lightly, bouncing slightly on her toes.

"But," he added staring at her solemnly. "If you ever get in trouble again, I will step in."

Anastasia grinned at him as she stood on her toes to ruffle his hair before walking off to her next class. "That's my line! And stop being so tall!"

"It's just you're fault that your so short!" Her brother yelled back at her as he tried to fix his hair.

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"Dad said that the Institute's library is one of the best there is, so that book must be here." Anastasia muttered softly as she prowled through the thick shelves of books.

Grey eyes scanning each book it laid on in hopes of finding the one she needed. Anastasia had spent all of her free time after the incident pouring over every book on Miaddiavions she could lay her hands on. However, nothing came up, there seemed to be no information on Reborn.

That narrowed down her search significantly, seeing as general books on Mioddiavions seemed to hold no information. There seemed to be only two options left.

1. He was lying about being a Mioddiavion (which seemed highly unlikely because how else could he defeat the opponent's Miod that easily).

2. He was a high class Mioddiavion who few have seen or even met.

Either way, she was going to find out who he was. If only to satisfy her curiosity.

Anastasia's grey eye lit up as she saw what she was looking for. "There it is, Mioddiavions Legends," she whispered softly as she reached out to grab the book.

"Ugh, why does it have to be so high up?" She complained, stretching out further in hope of reaching the worn leather-bound book.

Suddenly a pale hand reached out beside hers, easily grasping the book before lowering it. Anastasia turned to demand the book, because she had reached for it first when she found it thrusted in her direction.

Blinking her eyes as she gripped the book steadily, she slowly tilted her head upwards to stare at the teen in front of her.

"Here," he stated, violet eyes calm. "You wanted this book right?"

"Yeah, it's this one." Anastasia replied stunned, "Thanks."

The teen nodded, silver bangs brushing slightly against his forehead as he did, before turning away.