"The hell?" Catherine muttered, completely taken aback.
In the waiting room was a handsome young man, but not Chaos.
"Ah." the man stood up from his chair as he noticed Catherine enter.
His hair was brown and thick, pulled into a short ponytail at the back of his neck. A brown coat swung down past his knees, wide open, with his hands jammed in the pockets.
"Yes, sir?" Catherine asked, sizing him up.
The man smiled. "My name is Waede." he said, "And Miss Catherine, I need you."
Catherine raised an eyebrow. "Please . . ." she began, "Elaborate."
"Well, I realize that sounded odd." Waede replied, "I do. I need to ask you some things, and-"
"Oh, damn." The door swung open, and in he stepped.
Catherine glance flashed to the door and anger welled up in her. That man, Chaos, did come.
"What do you want?" she growled.
"Waede." Chaos, turning to face the other man, "She's mine."
Waede sighed, "There's nothing I can do, really, if you're here. I was hoping you wouldn't have found her yet."
Chaos shrugged, "It's me, man. I was born to find Havoc." He turned to face Catherine. "You ready?"
Catherine furrowed her brow, "For what? Wha . . . I mean, what are you talking about?"
"Should've figured this would happen." Chaos murmured, glancing at Waede. He stepped closer to Catherine. "This may confuse you, so watch out." He put his hand on her forehead, and his eyes resonated with her own.
"Havoc? Havoc? C'mon, we've got testing today!"
"Again, Chaos? I wanna fight!"
"We'll fight tomorrow. Leon promised this morning, remember?"
"Yeah, but . . ."
"C'mon, let's go."
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