The Holy Grail Agency

déjà vu

"And I bled everyday now
For a year for a year"

-The Irrepressibles

Chatting, Diarmuid and Jeanne walked through the streets of Fuyuki. They had decided it was best not to talk about the exchange with the young girl in the park; it was not any of their business. But, Diarmuid couldn't help but feel hurt by the words of the girl. He wasn't very sensitive, and he usually would never let what others said put him down, especially the words of those he did not know.

"Is everything all right?" Jeanne asked, noting the forming frown on the boy's lips. He did not seem all there with her and it worried her. She thought it was possible that he recognized Arturia, but she did not say a word about that.

He looked over at her. "Yeah," he smiled, "why wouldn't it be?"

She returned the smile, nodding. "If you say so."

They continued walking, making their way to the Head Quarters while talking a bit about school and friends. They had gone around town running some errands and they had noticed that they were about two hours late to practice, but they did not mid. Walking past an electronics shop, they stopped by the windows, seeing a wide screen television projecting the mid-day news.

"-with the disappearance of yet another child, parents are starting to keep a tighter hold on their children for fear that their own kid will be next. This has marked the fifth kidnapping this month, which is keeping authorities restless and on high alert." The presenter spoke, serious expression on his face, "We advise, keep a close eye on your children and do not let them wander the streets by themselves."

Jeanne felt a chill run down her spine, uneasiness settling in the depths of her chest. "Scary," she mumbled, recalling the illusion she had seen atop the crane.

Diarmuid landed a hand on her shoulder, "It's going to be okay, we'll fix it." He assured, looking down at her with compassionate eyes.

She nodded, "You're right. I should focus on training in order to be of better help to the kids."

"That's it, let's go." Diarmuid was a great friend, she would admit. He always seemed concerned, making sure everyone around him was alright, but he could also get cocky, a factor, she deemed, of being a hero. He was always respectful and up to give a helping hand. Though, he was secretive, and she could tell he was hiding something from her, but she never pressed it.

The day was hot, and it wasn't much help that she was wearing a sweater, but she did not take it off, just because they were so close to the agency and she did not want to carry the sweater about in her hands.

"Jeannie?" She heard her name, turning back to see her best friend.

She smiled, "Gilles! Hey, how are you?" She asked, stopping until he caught up. Diarmuid stopped too, offering a welcoming smile.

"I'm cool, and you?" His expression seemed a bit sour, but she knew he got that way when he got in a fight with his parents.

She shrugged, "Ya' know, a little all over the place as usual."

"You didn't answer your phone, I was worried something was the matter."

"Oh!" She gasped, "Sorry! I left it on 'do not disturb' since I was doing a morning shift. Sorry!"

"No problem," he smiled at her but then his expression changed again, finally paying attention to the young man standing next to her. "Who's this?" His voice was poisoned and harsh.