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WHO: Ruka & Claude
WHERE: Out and about in the City
WHEN: Sunday afternoon?!
WARNINGS: get out
SUMMARY: Invisible people and the children who can see them: tonight on Dateline.
FORMAT: words

[So it's afternoon and this green-haired kid is in a corner drug store, getting new elastic hair bands. Someone keeps stealing hers. Humdedum nothing unexpected is going to happen today.]

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[Claude raised an eyebrow, looking at the green-haired chick. She couldn't have been looking at him. He continued to eat the candy bar, sticking his tongue out at the kid anyway. It wasn't like she saw him.]

[Well considering that she looks back at him with brows furrowed and her mouth digging into her cheek with disapproval, that may not have been entirely true.]

That's really uncalled for...

[And, turning, she digs out the few couple dollars for her hair ties.]

[Did she just look at him? Did that chick just look at him? Claude frowned, leaning against a wall and outright staring at Ruka. And what did she mutter? She muttered something, was it about him?]

[Purchase finalized, with the cashier giving Ruka a funny look of his own the whole time, the girl takes the small plastic bag and turns to leave the store—which involves walking past that guy who won't stop staring at her. Okay, maybe her making a face at him eating in the store hadn't been necessary, but this was making her uneasy now.]

[Regardless, she walked past without making too much of a show of walking around the guy, but she could almost feel his eyes following her. Frowning as she reached the door, she turned and met the guy's eyes.]

Just because my hair's weird, that doesn't mean you should stare, you know.

[What else would he be staring at, after all? Her disapproval expressed, she crossed the threshold and completely missed the cashier's bafflement at the whole affair.]

[Claude opened his mouth, frowning as Ruka talked straight to him. What the hell. She saw him. How the hell did that work? She saw him. He stuffed the rest of the candy bar in his mouth then walked after the girl, frown on his face. Catching up to her, Claude clamped a hand on the girl's shoulder.]

How the fuck could you see me?

[Jolting in surprise at the sudden hand on her shoulder, Ruka tried to spin out of it, as for as careless as she sometimes was, being grabbed by strangers was definitely not on her "safe practices" list.]

Let go!

[Claude moved his hand as the girl spun out of it. He looked at her again, this time pointing in her face. The fact that people kept seeing him and finding out where he was was pissing the HELL out of him.]

Nobody's supposed to see me.

[Having no idea who this guy was or what he was talking about, Ruka leaned back from the pointing finger, slowly backing away. Why had she left her taser home today? As such, she responded the only logical way she could.]

What are you talking about?

[Claude just looked at the girl like she was retarded.]

I'm invisible. Now, how the fuck can you see me?

[Ruka continued to look at the guy like he was crazy.]

I don't know, using my eyes, I guess? You don't look invisible to me.

[The surreality of it was probably the only thing keeping her from sprinting.]

[This made no sense. Frowning, Claude turned visible.]

Do I look any different now?

[Ruka furrowed her brows, and after a long moment shook her head. It didn't seem like there was anything different. Nothing that couldn't be explained by a cloud moving out of the sun, at least. The only thing that'd seemed different, maybe, was the way the shadows fell on his clothing, but that could just as easily been her eyes looking for a change where none had occurred.]

[Claude turned back to invisiblity, not wanting to stay visible for too long. Besides, since she saw him when he was invisible, there wasn't any reason for him to be visible.]

Well that's great. Of all the people in the City, I run into the ones who can see me.

[It's almost as if some great celestial being had it out for him.]

[Ruka thought this over for a long moment, looking away from the guy, before asking—with a completely straight face and all the inflection of narrowing down someone's nationality,]

Are you a monster?

[Claude just looked at the girl. What. The. Hell.]

What kind of retarded question is that?

Well, when I was younger, I used to be able to see monsters that nobody else could, and talk to them, too.

[A pause.]

And yes, they were real.

[Claude rolled his eyes.]

Right. And you think I'm a monster. [Pause] Do I look like a monster?

[She sighed heavily in return.]

Ghosts count, and so do some people. It's a really broad category.

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I'm not a ghost and I'm not a monster. Understood?

Yeah. I understand.

Good.

[Pause]

That still doesn't explain how the hell you could see me.

[She shrugged her shoulders, being just as clueless. She still thought he might just be crazy, but if he really was invisible (and thus, an imPort, she figured), then...]

Has anyone else been able to see you?

[Claude nodded.]

Yeah. Sparkles managed to use this infrared shit to see me and the small guy caught my scent or something ridiculous like that.

[A pause.]

... Sparkles?

This chick with light powers-Dazzler. She made sparkles. I didn't know her name for a while, hence Sparkles.

[Don't judge him.]