Chapter 2:
Running up the steps to the Light Line train, I scanned my identity disk and hopped aboard. I took a seat on the least crowded of the center benches. The inside of the train was designed just like the sleek, aerodynamic line of the outside. The blue glow from the wire lights mounted inside the white interior tinged the programs inside the same ethereal color.
I tried to control my heavy breathing now that I was sitting down, having boarded the train just at the nick of time.
"Is this seat taken?" A male voice asked from above me.
I looked up in the direction of the voice and suddenly found myself staring into the very familiar eyes of a program; a program whose eyes I had caught only a night before- Zuse. I held in a gasp and scooted down the smooth bench, making way for him to sit.
"Sorry" I chirped, not knowing what else to say.
"There's nothing you should be sorry about," Zuse chuckled, an amused grin spreading from ear to ear.
"Oh, sorry," I said without thinking. Immediately recognizing the idiocy of my words I clenched my jaw tightly in annoyance.
Zuse sat himself next to me, chuckling once again as he did. His clear cane tapped the ground between his legs as he settled his hands on it. His thigh brushed mine only slightly when he sat down but it was enough to make me cross my legs to avoid contact. Zuse raised his eyebrow at this; I suppose it must have been a strange occurrence for a female program to pull away from him.
He discretely eyed me from where he was sitting.
Deciding I was worth him talking to, the program introduced himself,
"I'm Zuse," he said holding out his hand with a smirk. I nervously met his silver gaze before shaking his hand.
"Kizuki," I offered. The confidence he oozed was not lost on me and it made me even more curious of the things he had said the other night.
"Kizuki…" Zuse mused, holding onto my hand a bit longer than I felt comfortable. "Interesting name."
"Thanks," I said with a bit of trepidation, unsure if he was complimenting me or not. The program made no move to explain what he meant.
"I'm sure you know who I am," Zuse said, somehow managing to avoid sounding arrogant. Still he made me uneasy all the same. "You are a Siren are you not?"
My pale cheeks burned bright pink, the blue lighting in the transport made my skin look almost purple.
"Um… yes. I am somewhat new to TRON City," I told him. I was telling myself not to make excuses for my awkwardness but I couldn't stop it. "My functions have not been fully specified… I mean they have but they're not fully in sync yet. This place takes some getting used to."
Zuse nodded his head, gazing down at his cane. I held my breath as I nervously waited for him to reply. I knew I was coming off like a spaz.
"I see," he said, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Something in the tone of his voice gave me chills. Finally his gaze connected with mine once more. "It must be difficult for you, not fitting in," he then reached out and held my chin in one of his hands. I heart started pounding in my throat at his invasive actions, I was now scared out of my wits. "I've heard of you Kizuki, my sources don't have very nice things to say however. Do not make the mistake of roping me in with them. The Users can be clumsy sometimes but I'm sure you'll find your way," Looking down at me, he lightly brushed his thumb over my cheek then let go of me.
"Thank you" I breathed, forcing a slight smile. The train slowly came to a stop and I found myself automatically standing up. "This is me," I told him lamely pointing to the door.
Zuse nodded; he knew very well this was not the Entertainment Sector but he said nothing to me.
I made my way past him to the doors of the train; my eyes met his as I got one last good look at him. He gave me a small wave and an unreadable smirk, "Good luck finding yourself. Drop by my club sometime, seems like your type of place."
I nodded, wondering what 'your type of place' was implying. Managing a small "bye", I immediately left the train.
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