The Rule of Two: Realization

Under The Cover of Night; A Friendly Assimilation
Towards the shores of Okinawa Islands, a lone boat was moving through the calm and soft current of the ocean. The only sound within the area was the loud, rhythmic growl of the engines as it propelled the metallic body forward. Its sleek, grey form was constantly being slapped by the froth and splashing of the waters, but it did not stop, being the machine that it was. The moon-light shone on its form, almost as if lighting the way for the trio that was within.

19-year-old Atsushi Chiba looked over from the steering wheel for a moment to look over at Tamafune, who had Evelyn's head resting on her lap as she seat in one "bench" part of the boat. Evelyn's eyes were closed, and she seemed to ignore the fact that Tama was keeping one of her palms pressed on her forehead. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily, clearly exhausted from having to travel for such a long time.

"How's your patient?" He asked dryly, prompting the young girl to look up.

"She's fine...." A small smile crossed her face, and she looked down on the woman in question. "I managed to stop the bleeding and seal her wounds. Obviously, I couldn't do anything about the fact that she has one arm, but.... she's alive, at least." Her own voice showed weariness, as if she had stayed up the moment they had started their trip.

"Ugh....good for her...." A slight groan came from Atsushi as he turned back around, flopping his head down onto the wheel. "I hope I don't have to do much more of this shit in the future. Can't believe I'm saying it, but I think the smithing was more more entertaining than standing here all day just to drive this boat...."

"No kidding...." Tamafune agreed, closing her eyes and leaning her head back so it could face the night sky. "I don't think I could drive a motorcycle again, after what happened."

Atsushi smirked, raising his head up and turning back around to face Tama. "What, couldn't handle a little Kidō? You must be younger than we all thought, huh, little sister?" His smirk only increased in size when he saw her bristle indignantly, jerking her face forward in order to meet his smug look with an annoyed look of her own.

"Stop calling me that, you jerk!" She snapped.

"What? Can't help but say the truth. You know it fits you...."