So here he was once again. He would willingly lay his life on the line as payment for the harm he could have caused the guild. Perhaps somewhere deep inside, he felt a little guilty for not trusting the guild with his problems. If he had... maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way. He could have saved himself months of agony, months of anxiety, months of self-loathing. He hadn't. Now it was time to own up to that fact. There was one apology he did feel like he needed to make without prodding from Gaia. The secretary/receptionist Alisha had been dragged into his schemes right before leaving. He hoped she hadn't gotten in trouble, much less fired for her part in it all. Though Kyran wondered if the woman could read whatsoever. Alisha had given him not the wine he asked for, but a one of a kind wine given to Ada for her birthday by her fiance. That had brought a justify ably angry Ada through Gaia's door. Their little grudge match over it had nearly leveled the house. Even after all the work he'd put in, Kyran still needed to finish up the stairs and the master bedroom. The master bedroom needed a lot of work. Gaia and Kyran were breaking in her guest bedroom though.
A small smile and no small amount of courage came from that thought. Gaia had taught Kyran to trust again. Not only with his mind but his emotions and his body. He hoped, one day, to be worthy of the trust she'd placed in him in turn. Kyran noticed he was starting to get a few stares from the people entering the guild hall. He smiled even as Medea spoke into his mind. Smarmy bastards. Stare right back at them! We have every right to stand here! Better yet rake your claws across their hind quarters and bury your teeth in their neck! The cat had been strangely on edge for their journey. Kyran didn't have a clue as to why she was so upset. Instead of talking to her and garnering more stares, the redhead decided to push through. It was time to set this all in motion. Even so, the first few steps were the hardest to take. This could be the last time he ever set foot here. The aces, the guildmaster were well within their rights to kick him from the guild. Courage, Master Kyran. You can do this.
The angel's gentle prompting helped propel Kyran forward. This wasn't his family. There wasn't untold torture waiting for days without end. He wouldn't spend the next twenty years treated as nothing more then a slave, a plaything to beat when things got to tough. In regards for the first part of his life, anything they threw at him he could handle. The redhead walked straight up to the front desk. Relief spread through him at the sight of Alisha. The woman saw him coming and was understandably cautious. "Hello, Mr. Kyran. It's nice to see you back. What can I do for you?" The blood mage nervously adjusted his vest. He'd dressed up for this at Gaia's request. A white suit sheathed his body, his WFTC guild pin upon the lapel. Kyran swallowed before bowing to Alisha. He kept his eyes glued to the ground as he spoke. "I'd like to apologize for my behavior the last time we spoke, Ms. Alisha. I was... out of line... to ask such a thing of you. I beg for your forgiveness, though I do not deserve it." Kyran kept his eyes on the floor until he felt a soft touch upon his shoulder. He flinched away from the offending hand. Thanks to Gaia being sometimes playful, Kyran had learned to curb his tendency to lash out when approached from behind or touched unexpectedly. He was grateful for that now. It stopped him from hurting Alisha unintentionally.
Kyran lifted his head slowly. Alisha looked a little taken aback from his flinching. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" The redhead shook his head, straightening his back. "I have a slight issue with being touched, especially unexpectedly." The woman covered her mouth, looking incredibly sad. Kyran held up his hands. He did not want her to cry. This was about her and making amends. Making her cry would make Kyran feel awful. "It's alright, you didn't know! Uh... is there uh something you wanted?" A terrible attempt to steer the conversation back away from himself but it seemed to work. With a troubled expression, Alisha lowered her hand. "I merely wanted to ask you to stop bowing. It made me uncomfortable as I am here to serve you and the guild. I accept your apology, Mr. Kyran. Please try not to repeat the same mistake." Kyran shifted uncomfortably until he saw the twinkle in Alisha's eye. She was teasing him. He let out a slow breath. Oooo she's a looker, ain't she? And that desk is pretty big... Gaia doesn't have to know! Malinda hissed. Kyran ignored the snake. She should have been satisfied now that Kyran was regularly sleeping with someone but no. The snake wanted 'variety'. There was no pleasing some people. Well demons. So it was to be expected. Back to the matter at hand.
"In that case, I was wondering if you would accept a gift?" He reached into the satchel at his side, pulling out a rather large box. Before Alisha could say anything, Kyran placed it in her hands. It almost hit the ground. The weight was a little surprising. "This is a gift for a wronged...friend, Ms. Alisha. I hope you like it." It was the entire series of Dark Phoenix as currently published, all first editions. If Alisha didn't like romance novels, she could always sell it for a pretty hefty pile of jewels. The receptionist blushed furiously, opening and closing her mouth several times. Cearly she hadn't expected anything like this. Kyran smiled politely. "I do have another appointment, Ms. Alisha and I am holding you up from your job. Please take care and think nothing of selling the gift if you don't like it." The redhead strode away from the front desk. "Ah and if you could let management know that their 4 o'clock is here, I'd be grateful, Ms. Alisha!" He called over his shoulder. Now came the hard part. Facing the aces and the guild master.
Kyran headed to the elevator. He was heading to the meeting offices. He'd put in a request to see upper management. Preferably all of them but at least a few to make his apology and explain his actions. Also this was the time for him to submit himself for punishment. What he'd done could not be taken lightly. Regardless of all the steps he'd taken to keep the company safe, Kyran hadn't turned to the VPs or the company president in his time of need. He understood now that he should have. That, despite his budding ability to trust wavering under the crushing weight of his past, he should have turned to them for help. Half the mess he was in now could have been entirely avoided. However, what was done was done. There was no turning back time. He would explain everything and willingly accept any punishment they gave him. If it came to death, Kyran only hoped Gaia would forgive him. That she would move on and find someone else, someone better than he ever could be. He'd scribbled a little love note to her before he left. It didn't really constitute as a goodbye. Kyran hoped he wouldn't need to say goodbye.
The elevator doors dinged. Kyran stepped out into the waiting area. He adjusted his suit once more. Perhaps it would be the waiting that would be the hardest part of this entire thing. The blood mage went over to stand by the chairs. Standing was preferable to sitting. This allowed him to pace if the VPs made him wait a little too long. Do not worry! They cannot be mad at you! Look at what you've done for the company. It won't be all that bad! Kyran appreciated Eae's attempt to bring up his spirits. Unfortunately, management had every reason to be unhappy with him. He couldn't blame them either. Whatever was going to come would come and Kyran would face it with his shoulders back. Everything that came his way was justly deserved.