It was a long few months in Karakura. So many folks met and friends made through the days. Who knew her life would be turned around so quickly. She met Angeni right out from the airport, the young woman wecoming her into her life and household. Meeting Melody as a new sister just a week afterwards, she had a new family again. Life was good again.
Freyleif stood before the house door. A big weight lodged on her for what she had to tell Angeni. Finally, as if the Norse Gods pushed her in, it started raining and thundering. Praise Thor. She reached or the handle and walked in and took off her shoes. "Angeni, are you home?" she called out hoping the Native was home. She took a seat at the table and twidled her thumbs, she had so much to tell Angi, so much to tell she was in trouble what she id in a park. All her adventures to be laid out. But could she handle being yelled at? The girl started biting her lower lip as her thoughts started dooming her.
Angeni was positively livid. Her steps paced with an authoritative thump each time she went from one end of the living room to the other. Her hands opened and closed with her smoldering anger and a deep scowl marred her usually stunning visage with its abrupt descent. The day had more or less been going so well to start. There had been very few disturbances from Hollows, thus her patrols had been relatively uneventful. As always, she had kept her range of awareness blanketed over the entirety of the city. Of course there were moments where she had to restore the damage that had been caused by a scattered fights between Shinigami and Hollows, though that much she had began to write off as a standard of living in Karakura. Although she could not fix all of it right away, she was determined to do it bit by bit, regardless of how long it took. But that wasn't what had her angry at this present time. No, what had taken her out of her usual good mood was much closer to home in the most literal sense.
As always, she allowed Freyleif her freedom to come and go as she pleased. She had decided that she was responsible enough for that much. That didn't mean, however, that she kept her out of her perception. She was aware of everything that happened to Freyleif while she was in the city. In fact, she was aware of everything that happened in Karakura in general; if it happened in Karakura, she knew about it. She knew about the meeting with the young Quincy boy, she knew about the meeting with the strange bear-man hybrid; those hadn't been troublesome and she'd allowed Freyleif to experience those situations on her own without intervening. But it was the most recent encounters that had earned Angeni's fury, both of which involved Freyleif interacting with Hollows. The first had been her encounter in a park. She'd thought Freyleif had enough capability to control herself while fighting the Hollow, but that had been proven wrong when she literally blew up the park. Her superiors in Vigilance had been less than pleased about that, and it had taken quite a bit for Angeni to convince them that it was a one-time occurrence and that she would personally repair the damage.
Crisis averted, right? Wrong.
Not even a full week had managed to pass before Freyleif was yet again at the center of some type of destruction in Karakura. This time it was another Hollow, though admirably Freyleif had been coming to the rescue of an injured Shinigami. But that didn't take away from the fact that between the two of them, a beach had been turned almost entirely into a field of glass of bloodstained sand. That didn't take into account the dozens of souls that Angeni had been required to spend almost and entire day purifying in addition to repairing the damage done to the beach. Yet again her superiors held her accountable for Freyleif's actions. And why shouldn't they? Freyleif had been placed in her care and Angeni was responsible for her. And thus we came to the root of her anger. Angeni had promised that the park was the one and only time that something like this would happen, yet Freyleif had essentially made her out to be a liar. It was something that Angeni was not too enthused about. Thinking about it only caused her anger to increase, each step now causing a tremor to rumble through the house from the earth beneath. At the sound of the door opening, Angeni halted dead in her tracks. Shortly after she heard the timid call of Freyleif as she addressed her, obviously unsure if she were actually here.
Oh how much trouble she was in now. Angeni stood frozen, her arms folded firmly across her chest and the scowl deepening as Freyleif entered the living room then proceeded into the dining area to sit at the table. A single step was taken forward. A resulting tremor. Another step, another tremor, this one a bit stronger. More steps, more tremors until Angeni stood beside Freyleif. Her emerald gaze stabbed down at the young girl and she stood silently for what seemed to be an eternity. Eventually she uttered only three words; three words filled with the full gravity and berth of her mood.
It was like she was at a judgement center around the gods, all of them sitting up in their high chairs looking down upon the small girl in the centre. Skoll and Hati prowling around her as she was going to lay this case down, would they forgive her of her crimes? All her adventures got her all the fun she wated but with the tag of becoming disastrous. How many shinigami had to save her hide? She had met the honorable Tsukiyo Kionchi, the gruff Robert (in which she never got his name?), and many others she probably didn't get names.
The timid Quincy girl could feel the wave of anger coming from Angeni, her footsteps made her tense up and wanting to run away like a mouse into its mousehole.
"Explain yourself. Now."
And boy did she had a lot of explaining to give. Where to start? Freyleif's eyes could not settle long into Angeni's beautiful Olive Green eyes. She gazed down at the wooden table, nervousness leaking off her like day light rays giving her away. It took her minutes to speak up, still not looking at Angeni as she was trying to wrap her mind on what to say.
"I..Uh," great start Frey, great start. "You're probably wondering about the park stuff."
Of course you idiot.
"You see, I was heading home and I felt this strong presences in a park. I got carried away when I found an adjuchas eating on other hollows." she gulped, trying with every fabric of her being not to cry from Angi's stern gaze and contined. "I wanted to see if it would eat all the hollows and made a game out of it."
Oh shit, a game?
She let that settle in some. Her voice was becoming more shakey at every pause of her explanation. "I got cocky. This "Iko" was able to summon in more gillians to wander around and destroy the block, the deal was to kill them all before they started devouring people. I...I tapped into my anger and used my weapon to destroy the souls there. I didn't check if ay pluses got harmed." she winced and frown. "I let the hollow talk me into doing bad things. After all, I was no match for it and in the end it let me live and was pleased with my hunger of destruction."
Her eyes darted left and right along the table board, keeping her gaze far from seeing Angi. She waited to see what her big sis, or mother? Would say now. Would she ask about the Quincy boy? Her adventures with Dew? Her hormones were like every teen girl, yet she never netted to get a kiss from either one of them. Did she ever have feelings towards them? It was hard to say, none of them showed interest in her and it never gave her a thought to go on dates.
Angeni stood in glowering silence. She kept her intense gaze transfixed on Freyleif, jaw clenched and her lips pulled together so tightly they appeared to no longer exist. The tension in the air was so thick that it was palpable; an enraged fervor bubbled just below the hardened glare upon Angeni's face. It was clear that Freyleif was intimidated or perhaps outright afraid of what Angeni might do or say. And truthfully, she had every right to feel that way. The crimes were befitting of the reaction in this case. Time blurred into obscurity as the silence persisted, Angeni waiting for Freyleif to speak and Freyleif herself struggling to gather her courage to speak. The moment Freyleif finally steeled her wits and spoke, Angeni's eyes began to slowly narrow. Quietly she listened, reserving her fury for the right moment. When the sheepish comment regarding the park was made, a glimpse of the brooding anger beneath her livid face flashed out as a silver gleam sparked in Angeni's eyes, the only response to Freyleif's words in any capacity.
Still she remained silent as Freyleif stumbled over her words and continued. She already knew what had occurred in the park, but she wanted to see whether or not Freyleif would tell the truth. To her credit, Freyleif had validly recited the events of her encounter with Hollow verbatim, though that still didn't take away from the severity of her actions. The hostile glow in her eyes brightened at the mention of Freyleif turning the encounter into a game and her foot rose then fell in a quick stomp. The impact reverberated throughout the home, shaking it as if the very earth itself were angered by Freyleif. The wood planks beneath her foot splintered and groaned. She had warned Frey when they'd first met not to let anger or negative emotions dictate her power. And yet here she was, admitting that she'd gotten overconfident and given in to her anger. Not only had she caused severe damage to the city, but she had also destroyed several souls that Angeni had not been quick enough to reconstruct and subsequently purified. All of those souls....it would be an exhausting search to scour the city and piece together soul memories from the various people to reconstruct those unfortunate spirits.
Now the words ceased, Freyleif shrinking into her chair and resigning herself to the storm that was sure to come. Angeni didn't care about her time spent with the Quincy boy, nor did she care about the fairy woman, at least not in any capacity further than knowing that they had spent time with Freyleif and hadn't caused any trouble. Her focus now was on the destruction that had been caused due to the young girl's lack of control. For the longest time, Angeni didn't speak; she simply stared at her. She inhaled, a deep and slow breath through her nostrils then exhaled, a fierce gust of wind billowing throughout the home.
"At any point during your little game...did you stop and think that maybe you shouldn't have been doing what you did? I promised my superiors, Freyleif. I told them the first time it happened was going to be the last and only time. And now you've made me a liar. I thought you had more restraint....I'm so disappointed in you, Freyleif." As if her words had not been enough to convey that disappointment, the look of utter disapproval that adorned Angeni's face would certainly cement the realization. And yet, regardless of how angered she was by Freyleif's actions, she knew that the girl simply lacked proper guidance. She sighed, a faint breath of partial acceptance. The cracked wood beneath her foot began to mend and Angeni's expression became less rigid.
"I'd intended to wait to progress further with your training, but it seems that won't be possible in light of this. Don't think you're getting off without consequences. I'm grounding you for the next two months, and from now on I guess I'll have to keep you in my focus to make sure you don't repeat this. Maybe now you'll think about what you've done and how it affects others." She paused again, another minute softening of her countenance.
Freyleif felt like shrinking away to escape. Confined herself into a hidey hole and wait until the storm passed by that was Angeni's clear expression of disappointment in her. The young girl wouldn't lie. There wasn't any need to anyway with the lack of guidance. If it was not for Angeni's kindness to take her in, the Quincy would be forever lost and left off worse to whoever else's care. She didn't understand her own morals, some spirits deserved to be erased from the world and she held so much resentment. No matter how much she just wanted to disappear, the woman would still be there. The stomp and reverberating throughout the room made the young teen squeak while bouncing some of the chair in the shake. She held onto the edges for dear life while still not giving a look.
Her gaze forced up to see Angeni's eyes, not to cower away and own up to her mistakes. She didn't want to look at her big sis. All that flood of emotion was building up to its peak. She was scared, frighten, and even for once regretful for what she did. She wanted to blurt out it would never happen again, but she just failed to get the words out. Looking upon Angeni's strict eyes finally broke the dam that welled up her emotions. She knew the woman was serious and this wasn't a game. First a small hole pierced through that stony wall then everything came gushing out. Freyleif felt wetness clog up through her eyes then slowly streaming down her cheeks with small droplets until it came out in droves. Once the mini shake had calmed, it was now time to hear out Angeni's reply. Her green tearful eyes every so often averting to the left to look at something else in her view. The blonde had to mull things over for a long while. It stung to hear the words making it seem she pinned Angeni as a liar, all that time Angi was looking out for her and covering her paper trails.
Here she was going out being a ditzy uncaring fairy. Not once using her brain in what her big sister taught her, abusing her very powers to show judgement on souls with disregard. She needed guidance, no she wanted guidance. Once more she kept her gaze at Angi, though something else dark in her heart was whispering things. Whatever the hollow did while she was passed out was slowly twisting her from inside. Yet she did not subconsciously know.
"I'm sorry Angeni, you are right. I didn't stop and think about what I did," her voice, even though shaky with her crying, was genuine. "I shouldn't have made it a game, but I didn't really care for the souls." she gulped big time. Every word was paused or strained to get out. She wiped her wet cheeks. Was there anything else she should say? Again there was a long silence as the pitiful Quincy girl was once again lost in words.
"I want your guidance and I promise this won't ever happen again..I-I'm really sorry." her gaze went back down to the table. Slowly but surely she forced herself to stand while clearing away her tears. She wanted to hug Angi but she just couldn't get herself that extra few steps when walking around the table. She felt scared if her big sis was going to reject her need to be held.
Angeni shifted back into an intent silence as she waited for the young girl to answer her questions. By the time the splintered wood beneath her foot had fully mended itself, it seemed that the gravity of Freyleif's situation had finally sunken in for the Quincy. For the longest time throughout the chastisement, Freyleif had taken every possible opportunity to avoid eye contact with Angeni, and had barely even spoken much outside of telling her what she had done. But now, when Freyleif finally met her gaze, something happened that honestly caught Angeni by surprise and she hadn't expected. The Icelandic girl's eyes began to glisten then, slowly, large tears began to trail down her cheeks. Within moments she was practically sobbing, the sound and sight of which pained Angeni. Had she been too hard on the girl? She'd wanted her to know that what she'd done was unacceptable; she'd expect for her to simply be saddened, but for her to actually begin crying in the way that she did...
Angeni's expression softened a bit more as she looked at Freyleif. For the first time, she was conflicted. As Freyleif proceeded with her apology, Angeni weighed the debate going between her mind and her heart. On the outside her face remained set into its chastising frown, a stark contrast to her internal hesitation. Her compassion for others had always been something that had been a deciding factor in her choices. Even now, when she knew that Freyleif had to have some type of punishment for her actions, her love and care for the young girl were beginning to influence the choice she had already made. As the weeping young girl continued her apology, Angeni barely even found herself reacting when she stated she hadn't cared about what happened to the souls she had damaged. Her frigid anger thawed and compassion filled her as the girl promised she would show more restraint and begged for assistance with her powers. Not even a moment had passed after Freyleif forced herself to her feet and wiped away her tears that Angeni had pulled her into a comforting embrace, gently caressing the girl's hair as a faint sigh escaped her lips.
"Oh, Frey...i'm sorry for being so hard on you, but you need to know that what you did isn't acceptable. I understand what Quincy abilities are, perhaps better than anyone else, but you can't let that dictate how you treat spirits. I'm only tough on you because I want what's best for you and care about you, sweetheart. You're my little sister and I love you, regardless of if we're related by blood or not, and I know you're capable of being responsible with your powers." Her voice was soft and kind, completely devoid of its former aggression. The words were spoken with all the affection of an elder sister comforting her younger sibling, yet there was also a maternal tone to them as well. She paused, gently placing a kiss atop the girl's head before continuing.
"I know...you couldn't help yourself, you haven't had much guidance before now, and I suppose I'm to blame for some of that as well. But you don't have to worry about that from now on, I'll be here to help you whenever you ask." She paused again. Another faint sigh. Perhaps two months of punishment had been too drastic. She had allowed anger to influence her actions in much the same way she had just so recently chastised Freyleif about. Keeping Freyleif in the comforting hug, she leaned away and smiled warmly at the young girl, though there was a small frown on her face.
"I guess I may have gone a bit overboard with your punishment, but that doesn't mean you're getting off free and clear. I'm only going to ground you for a month and you're still restricted from leaving the house for any of your little adventures. But...I guess I'll allow you to have company only if Melody or myself is here. I'm still going to keep my focus on you, so don't think you can go sneaking out, because I'll know. So for now, just go get cleaned up and go to your room." She gave the girl's cheek a playful pinch then wiped away the tears from her face and ushered her towards the stairway. As she watched the young girl depart, Angeni lowered her head and cradled her forehead in her palm then let out a derisive chuckle.