A World With/Out Home

Chapter 29: A step in motion. (Part 1)

"You got me," he laughed. "I wanted to make sure you weren't being controlled by your earliest memories. We were all different back then but like I said, you were... scary."

"The fact that I'm not feeling the desire to hit you is telling me that you're not joking around."

"We did what we had to do back then, and at the time, the scary you was exactly what we needed."

"And hopefully the current me is what you need this time."

Riften sniggered, "I do prefer the other you, mostly because then I could ogle you without feeling sexually confused."

"I will punch you."

"I know," he sighed relaxed. "I could joke around with you like this all day. Anyway now that I'm doubly sure you won't kill her on sight." Riften turned around and waved, "Mica you can come here now."

When the women appeared, as much as he had just talked to Riften, there was no denying the frightening repulsion and anger that shook through Kyle's system. She appeared to be quite tall and had pale skin. Despite wearing simple travelling garbs, the devil's charm was blatant. Kyle however quickly realised something else was wrong.

He frowned and stood up, "Drop your transformation."

The devil named Mica paused frightened, "I-I don't know what you-."

"It's alright Mica, we don't need it anymore," Riften assured her.

Mica nodded, her eyes not leaving Kyle and slowly her clothes and body shrank till she was no different to a ten year old girl. The traits of her devil heritage appeared. Two thin horns that pulled back from either side of her head, a thin tail and under her shirt, the glint of a blue crystal.

"A child?" Kyle turned to Riften surprised. "How old is she?"

He answered tenderly, "About thirty."

The anger that had built in his body faded to concern. Devil's aged three times slower than humans, meaning the girl before him was equivalent to a ten year old and if Riften had met her twenty years ago, it meant he had practically raised her.

"Sorry," Kyle kneeled down and waved for her to approach. "I won't hurt you, I promise."

With the appearance of a child, the girl came closer, still wary. If it weren't for Riften, Kyle was sure she would have run.

"Here, it's not much but they're tasty," Kyle held out a small bag of cookies he had been holding onto since they had left Tomph. Though many of them had shattered, the treats still had an appealing allure. Mica took the bag and retreated to Riften's side.

"Mica what do we say?" he asked pointedly.

"Th-thank you," the girl said meekly.

"Good," Riften smiled and also took one of the cookies. "Oh wow these taste like Arvel's."

"Actually I made them," Kyle said with blatant pride.

Riften almost choked, "But these are actually good."

"I'd punch you if Mica wasn't here." He huffed, "I practiced a lot when I was younger. Anyway, did Mica really trap you in a dream? That would be like if you were outwitted by a four year old."

Riften rubbed the girls head proudly, "She's powerful even for a high devil and in time she might even become an arch. Her transformation was spot on wasn't it? If it weren't for your experience you wouldn't be able to tell at all."

"But couldn't you just have her transform to a human child not an adult?"

"Yeah, because that wouldn't look suspicious at all. Two adults in the fog is one thing but a child is another. I probably would have been cuffed for kidnapping."

"You do cut a suspicious figure," Kyle teased.

Mica however frowned, "Papa is not suspicious!"

Kyle smiled at the girl's sudden defence, "Of course, I'm only joking." He looked back to Riften, "But 'Papa'? If my memories are right, you barely let the children call you father. You two must be a lot of closer than I thought."

"Of course!" Mica said through a mouthful. "Papa saved me."

Riften rubbed the girl's head causing her to shuffle in complaint, "Well I guess you're not the only one that changed."

It would appear Kyle's love of children heavily outweighed his hate of devil kind as Mica's cute actions easily won him over, "So aside from Mica trapping you in a dream, how did you two actually meet?"

"I found her in a devil hollow," Riften began. "When everything collapsed and the fog took over, the devils sealed themselves in a hibernation. Thing is, I don't think they planned that the world would stay the way it did for so long. Everything was broken when I got there, all except Mica's pod. Through luck, fate or whatever you want to call it, hers was fine. When I touched it however, she woke up and in defence locked me in that dream. Little rascal got me good."

Kyle reached out his hand and tentatively Mica extended hers to touch his, "You must have gone through a lot."

"It was okay because Papa was there," she nodded with a smile. Whatever trauma she might have faced, the struggles she went through, they were all gone. Instead there was a genuine love for the black haired man. While there were always oddities among any populace, a devil loving a human, especially a high one, was exceedingly rare.

Kyle laughed, "Papa. Yeah I can't get used to that one."

"At first I didn't like it either but after twenty years it kind of sticks," Riften said as he gently rubbed Mica's hair. He sighed, "You know I really wish this was it, but come tomorrow we'll be trudging off to do something stupid."

"Sorry...."

"No it's not your fault. If anything I'm glad that I can help," he stared directly at Kyle, a genuine smile seeing something Kyle himself couldn't. "Though damn I could have used the break. I was going to take Mica exploring, get some actually good food, go shopping, and the list goes on."

"You'll still get that chance, just not right now," Kyle stood up. "I should check on Lillia. She tends to get moody when I'm not around."

Riften stood as well, picking up Mica, "I'll get this girl to bed too. Then I might get a beer."

"Just don't drink too much. I need you standing."

"You know I can hold my liquor," he grinned and the two pressed their forearms together. "See you in the morning."