Aiden sighed in disappointment "No, not really." He frowned and looked away from the man and headed towards the exit. He stopped himself and
turned to Jowee, "If you do remember her or know anyone who does please give me a call." Aiden took out a napkin from his pocket along with a pen and wrote down his number and gave it too Jowee. He walked out of the laundry mat, not sure if he would be hearing from him.
Aiden had walked about a block when he decided to turn into an empty alley way. "I was sure he knew her..." He thought to himself.
*"Maybe he didn't, you shouldn't just assume."* A voice replied in Aidens head.(This was Akuma)
"I felt something though..."
*"Well thats what you get for feeling"*
"Akuma?"
*"What is it?"*
"Why is it that I can talk too you but whenever Im in trouble, like getting beat up, you never help me? Isnt that your job, to protect me?"
*"My job is simply not to let you die, I shouldn't have to fight your wars, maybe if you toughened up and learned too--"
Aiden cut Akuma off with his sniffling and tears
*"What's wrong now?"*
"...No one has ever taught me to fight for myself, You always talk about how talented and strong willed mom was. HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO COMPARE WITH HER AND MAKE HER PROUD WHEN ALL I EVER DO IS CRY AND FEEL SORRY FOR MYSELF?"
*"You could start by not crying."*
A long pause between the two.
"Akuma."
*"What?"*
"Will you teach me how to fight? I mean you did teach mom right?"
*"Well yeah but... Im a little rusty"*
"Please... Im begging you."
Akuma doesn't say anything.
"Akuma?"
*"Fine, I will teach you to fight, but first you have to find what you're talented in."*
"What do you mean?"
*"For instants your mother was an excellent sharp shooter, give her a gun and she was unstoppable. Find something your good at maybe agility, melee?"*
"Uhm, I can, I don't know, iv'e never tried anything."
*"I might have an idea."*