A/N: This is a random plot bunny that seemed interesting to me and this is probably the only Monsuno fic I'll ever write, but I decided to post it and see what people think of it. And as many of you may have guessed - it's about the Core-Tech Team.
Disclaimer: I do not own Monsuno in any shape or form...
How It Began
Beyal sat on the far edge of the camp, his dark eyes cast downward. He sometimes glanced sideways at his teammates, just for a couple of seconds so they wouldn't see him. Dax was trying to flirt with Jinja while she cooked their dinner. Jinja was ignoring him as always and Chase and Bren were sitting side by side in the small circle of rocks in front of the timid fire on top of witch lay a pot full of some kind of stew.
Night was falling fast but Beyal found that the ruby and crimson of the sunset brought him no peace like it used to. Back at the Temple, where the white of the snow overcast any other color, the mosaic of the sunsets and sunrises were the only exceptions from that monotony. They brought a new sense of life to the crisp of the mountains, and a sense of warmth to Beyal.
Now, however – he felt a sense of apathy and disinterest. Nothing seemed to hold his attention for long. Every time he tried to meditate, his focus was always drawn away from the task at hand and back to Bren's harsh words towards him and Dax.
Beyal tightened his grip on his knees, his chin resting on them. He glanced back at his friends only to find Jinja standing right behind him.
"You okay Beyal? You seem a bit distant lately." She said, bending over a bit so they were at eye level. He looked away from her, in the short time with the team he had learned that Jinja was extremely talented in reading feelings, but there was something that he didn't want to share with anyone right now. He hummed softly in reply.
He expected her to go back to camp and leave him alone but instead he felt a hand perch itself on his shoulder. "Hey, listen if it's about what Bren said he didn't really mean it. He was just angry that Chase wanted to leave, but Chase is back now so you don't have to worry about it."
That didn't make sense. Why would a person say something if they didn't mean it?
He knew that Bren and Jinja often used sarcasm for joking but Bren was certainly not joking when he said he should have never joined the team. That only left another option – a lie. But that was bogus. Bren mean what he said, there was no doubt about it.
Before he could ponder about this some more Beyal felt Jinja's hand slip from his shoulder.
"Stew's done. Hurry up before Dax and Bren eat it all." He heard her say. He sighed, he didn't feel like eating. But that would be unfair to Jinja, she had spent a lot of time preparing dinner and it would be disrespectful to just skip it. He stood up, dusting off his cloak.
"Oh and Beyal." He turned to face Jinja this time. The girl gave him a small smile. "You are part of this team, don't forget that."
She turned around quickly and started walking off towards the camp fire "Come on, before those morons eat everything."
Beyal nodded, allowing a smile to tug at his lips as he followed Jinja back into camp. Maybe Jinja was right, maybe everything would be alright.
Beyal woke from his sleep with a jolt, his hands shaking as he lifted himself from to a sitting position. It was the third time he had had that dream since the fight erupted between the members of the Core-tech team. But it was over now, their friendships mended and became stronger.
It was in the past, so why couldn't he just leave it there?
Why was he constantly seeing things from the past? He had had no visions in a while and it was begging to worry him.
Beyal shook his head. It was simply pointless, better to 'sleep it off' as Dax would put it, and laying back down - he did.
Inside a well armed fortress in the midst of the Sahara desert, in a room filled with riches foreign to these sandy dunes, sat Charlemagne. The great S.T.O.R.M. general was now defeated and humiliated, spending her days by plotting revenge against the Core-tech team. Her main target -Chase Suno and Dax.
A mechanical door slid open behind her but she didn't turn around to face the person who came in. It was just another nameless scientist, someone she couldn't care less about "Madam, the Monsuno is ready."
A wicked smile crossed Charlemagne's lips. Finally, she would have her revenge "Good, proceed as planned."
You could read this as BeyalXJinja all though it's supposed to be friendship, but yeah, I guess it's in the eye of beholder.
