<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;"><span style="color: purple">Kyrie</span></span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple"><br/>Kyrie looks at him her expression confused and stunned <span style="font-style: italic">"Till the end of her days!"</span> she thought to herself <span style="font-style: italic">"How can I handle have someone else's life in my hands"</span> she thought quietly. She let out a sigh as she moved herself to one of the large antique chairs "Uhh well" she stammered "that wasn't really what I was expecting, are you hungry?" she asked her hands falling into her lap.<br/><br/>A small blond lock fell from its place and into her eyes her small pale hands moving it behind her ear gently. "And please stop calling me mistress, my name is Kyrie" she said gently her violet eyes watching Yuno carefully. Kyrie's head swam with thoughts what was she going to do with him she couldn't just shut the box and throw it in a river or sell him off that was just inhuman. And she felt deeply bad for this man unique as he was even with his hostility he seemed well gently in a strong way.  </span></div>