BY RUQAIYAH RAHIMI, LAS POSITAS COLLEGE

“Luck,” She spat out, then grinned. “How lovely it is to see you again, dear Brother.”

“Mei,” Luck returned the greeting, albeit struggling under the weight of Mei’s entire body pushing down on him from above, and gave her what he hoped was a bigger grin than her own. “Wish I could say the same.”

Mei swung her legs upward, decking Luck in the face, causing him to stumble backwards and for her to leap off of him like a springboard, landing a few feet in front of him with a bow. “You’re still clumsy on your feet.”

Luck bared his teeth at her. “And you’re still insufferable.”

Mei laughed. “Is that supposed to hurt my feelings? You really haven’t changed at all. I could sense you coming from a mile away, you know. I’m surprised it took you so long to figure out where I was, especially given how I was practically helping you out with my wind attacks.”

“You only used that move twice,” Luck argued. “Quit it with the fake arrogance and fix your training regimen, you half-demon freak.”

If looks could kill…

Mei said nothing in reply, and for a moment, the only sound that could be heard between the two was the rain, suddenly pouring harder than before, barreling down on the earthen soil with a fury unmatched.

Mei herself wasn’t wearing a cloak of any sort, causing her and her kimono to become entirely drenched in the rain. Water poured over her face, but she glared, unwavering, at the man who was currently the target of her ire. The sky rumbled, and then her eyes softened. She sighed, resigned, then turned around, gesturing at Luck over her shoulder. “We’re still a fair bit away from the cabin. Walk with me, will you? It won’t kill you to catch up before you ask for whatever you need from me.”

Luck’s own glare faltered as he stared at Mei’s retreating back. Then he let out a sigh of his own and trotted after his ‘sister’.

‘She’s still the same as ever…’

Then again, he hasn’t changed much either, has he?