<span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: Viner Hand ITC;">A</span><span style="color: #0040FF">nak</span><span style="color: #0080FF">a</span></span></span><br/><br/><br/>Anaka sunk to the dirty tile floor of the  of the gas station. She was positioned between two isles, to be specific it was between the candy and chips isle. The curve of her back resting on a bag of chips her head tilted down towards her legs. Her dark auburn hair swooped into her face blocking her frustrated expression. But even then you could discover the frustration from the way she clutched the ice tea bottle in her right hand. She lifted her head as light spilled into the gas station chasing the darkness away. Her green eyes glossy with many emotions, the main one being distraught but over what? Not many new the answer to that, she had told so many lies. Kept her true self hidden, in other words she was fed up. She hadn't had that stage to break down before becoming strong to survive. Instead of breaking down she  was strong for her brother while he was falling apart she kept herself and him together as long as possible. It had to be balanced, one of them had to be stable while the other wasn't. Now Anaka was at her own breaking point, venting is what she called it and exactly what she needed. She stood  up speaking swiftly with many emotions in her voice.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Bullshit, I'm tired of this. He's out there and he's no longer one of us. He's just a demons puppet."</span><br/><br/>Now to anyone who didn't know her they would think she was talking to herself. Of course she wasn't she was raging on to her demon, Azrael. But it wasn't enough she needed another human. Azrael was a demon he could only show so much empathy he was created from the depths of evil itself and the right hand man to the Grim Reaper himself. She frowned running a hand through her hair. Maybe the emotions were finally getting to her as she hadn't done anything provocative for herself. She was patient but only for so long. She had waited to find her brother and now he was within her grasp just barely. Anaka threw the bottle as the vending machine watching it shatter upon impact into a million pieces.<span style="font-style: italic">Anaka calm your mind. You will find him soon enough, you need to talk to someone all this frustration is hard for me to try not to takeover and make you do something you might regret. Why not vent to Hiei? He may be shy and soft spoken but he is wise... and the closet thing to a friend you have.</span>Anaka's eye brows furrowed merely because she knew Azrael was right but where was he? She was not going to try to find him and when he did come looking for her it would only be if she hadn't showed up to where they would meet after 48 hours.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I look for no one, I'm fine. I'm not one to easily break and you know this."</span><br/><br/>Azrael grunted but didn't speak again. It was true he knew her and that's why he choose her. She was strong willed, intelligent and much more. It was too much depth to go into. With such little time, when the battle begun if Anaka died not able to tell her story. He would be there to remember it, to perhaps even share it. Azrael knew what Anaka did not want to see and gain knowledge of. That her brother wasn't who he use to be and was one of a demons poisoned possibly the leader if anything. As she had said before he was just the demons puppet and now she was realizing there was no way they could save her corrupted brother. It deeply pained him to see her so emotionally unstable at this moment. She needed to be strong not weak, but it was clear she needed to get it out of her system before he took control and did so.