UNDER KINGSGLAIVE TRAINING.
CHAPTER 2
Injuries of the Flesh and Soul.
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The next day after Lightning´s visit at forbidden ground had been a rather odd (pleasantly odd) day for Nyx Ulric. He´d had problems to wake up given that he had collected his beer payment the previous night, but thankfully the headache was tolerable: he and his friends hadn´t spent all night on the brewery, mindful of next day´s responsibilities.
The next amazing thing was that Lightning, who had shown to training with a brand new and nasty bruise on her left cheek (seriously! What was she doing? Earning money by working as muscle for hire?), had left him by himself, not a single smart retort, not one simple eye roll, not even a huff when the laps he had ordered them were longer than the usual ones. She even ran at the end of the line, instead of taking the lead, fighting with Barret for the first place like she always did (it wasn´t even a freaking race!). Said teenager was, at the moment, at the forefront of the line, rejoicing on his recently acquired leadership; although, Nyx smirked as he thought to himself, it wouldn´t last long: they all knew once the evil midget managed to put behind… whatever was happening to her, she would take her deserved place at the very front.
Nyx took a glance at her frame, and raised an eyebrow, as she noticed the girl was having problems with keeping herself at the end of the line. Sometimes she even had to walk, exasperation evident on her countenance, as she apparently forced herself to remain behind Golmund, the slowest of them all. Why wasn´t she even trying to be in the middle?
"Whatever…" He didn´t know what was happening in her head, but he definitely wasn´t going to be bothered by the midget´s evil complot.
He checked his watch.
Fantastic.
He still had 30 minutes left before they finished all the laps. Nyx closed his eyes and readjusted his seat. 30 minutes were good for a small nap.
Two hours later, though, Lightning had obeyed all his orders without taking even a single dirty glance at his direction, not even uttered a single word; therefore, when for the first time she didn´t protest to be left all by herself to practice, once everyone had formed pairs, Nyx really started to wonder.
Was she planning something? Did Libertus have something to do with this new attitude? Would he need to worry?
He scoffed and convinced himself, for the umpteenth time, that there was nothing to feel anxious about, and focused on something else. But ten minutes passed and he looked intently at her, his eyes closing like slits, suspicion in every fiber of his being. After a minute or two of mulling it over, he finally and grumpily rose from his rocky seat to approach the girl.
"Yo! Sparks!"
She ignored him, refusing to interrupt her ministrations to the wall.
"Sparks! I´m talking to you."
He walked towards her, still calling her out, and once he was at her level, she suddenly spun on her axis and threw a punch at his middle. Exactly the way Libertus had taught her how to. The man barely caught the blow on time before it hit his gut, but still sensed the strength embedded in it.
How did she…?
Before he could utter a single word of protest, though, the girl bowed in front of him. "I´m sorry sensei," she said, her eyes fixed on his boots, the action stopping him dead on his tracks, "I was obeying your orders, didn´t see you standing there."
He raised one eyebrow in disbelief, but didn´t push it any further.
"What are you planning, midget?"
A vein popped on her forehead at this nickname, but nevertheless she remained in the same position.
"Whatever you mean, sensei? I´m only practicing what you asked of us."
"Cut the crap already, Sparks." He spat at her, still suspicious and not buying her attitude. "I know you´re up to something, so spit it out already, or else I´ll punish you."
After a few seconds, Lightning stood straight slowly, ever so slowly, until he was able to see her face, which displayed a huge, rather creepy smile, and eyes closed like slits.
Nyx gave an involuntary step backwards at her disturbing countenance.
"I want you to train me." She blurted out.
Silence enveloped them both, stretching painfully for about a full minute. And then...
"No." Without another word, Nyx turned around and walked away from her, determined on stopping the argument immediately. But she wasn´t deterred by his attitude. At all.
"Please, sensei!" she caught up with him, searching for his eyes, but he only glanced the other way. "Please! I wanna learn what you did yesterday!"
He rolled his eyes. "I knew Libertus was up to something."
"I promise you I´ll work hard!"
"You have to work hard." He eyed her in disbelief, his words making her hesitate.
"Umh… harder! I´ll work harder! I´ll do whatever you want me to."
"You have to do that already."
He was growing annoyed by the little squirt walking at his side all around. No matter what he did, she would follow him in every sharp turn he would make to avoid her.
Finally, she harrumphed, flustered by his childish attitude. "I won´t stop until you accept to train me. And you are well aware I´m not going to give up." She threatened him.
Her words really made him angry, so he sharply turned around, doubled over himself so that his eyes were level to hers. The proximity of his face to hers startled her, making her give one step backwards and almost fall on her rear, as she tried to avoid crashing against him.
"Listen to me, evil midget. If you don´t stop harassing me, I´ll make sure you´re thrown off of the training program right away, do you understand?"
She blinked at his words. Twice.
"You wouldn´t do that."
"Of course I would." He reinforced his threat with the most dreadful smirk he could muster. "There´s nothing that would make me feel more relieved than seeing you out of these grounds… Princess."
Without waiting for an answer, he turned around, leaving her rooted on her spot. Nyx whistled at the group of trainees, and gave the order to disperse. He felt too tired already, couldn´t believe it was just noon.
"We´ll continue practice tomorrow. Dismissed."
He didn´t even pay a glance at the child with frightened blue eyes he had left behind.
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The next day, Lightning had been silent and obedient during the whole training, which elicited a smirk from Nyx, happy to know the evil midget had finally known her place, so that day´s training had gone quite smoothly. He almost felt proud of himself.
But at the afternoon, unfortunately for him, he found out that Lightning had been waiting for him at the entrance of his apartment, blood oozing freely from her nose, but determined azure orbs fixed on his form.
"Train me!" She demanded this time.
He rolled his eyes again. "I said no."
"You can´t say no forever."
"Actually, I can. Besides, didn´t I tell you I would throw you out of the training program if you insisted on harassing me?"
She smirked at his words. "You might threaten me inside the training grounds. Inside I have to respect you. But we´re not in the training grounds anymore, so I´m just a bystander having a chat with a prominent member of society. Here you can´t threaten me like that. That said, will you train me?"
He growled at her response and raised his hands in exasperation.
"Argh! First you have to confess whatever are you doing with your free time!" He asked her, addressing her bloody nose. "What´s truly the reason you´re asking with so much insistence my training you? This is getting so suspicious!" He accused her, trying to find a way out of her demands. "If you want me to train you so that you´ll get money on fighting clubs, bets, bounty hunting, muscle for hire… or something like that, you really are out of your mind."
His words left her rooted on her spot, but out of anger and outrage more than anything else, as he could easily see how her face became tomato-red.
Before he closed his door, leaving her outside, he leveled his eyes to hers once more.
"I´ll be watching you, Sparks, and if I do find out you´re making money on illegal fighting, I promise you, you´re out of the training program for good."
His words seemed to take her out of her stupor.
"Moron! Whatever makes you think I´d do any of that?!" She finally reacted, but it was already too late, as his door slammed shut right on her face.
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Nighttime on Insomnia, especially on the weekends, was always a pleasure journey. Nyx was having some leisure time with his comrades, drinking beer and hanging out, taking it from where they had left it the previous days, and Nyx felt already feisty. A few of his friends had already sluggish speech, and he was just making fun of them, when a man approached their table.
"Hey dude," Nyx, as well as Libertus and Crowe, who were closest to him, turned to see one of the bartenders approach their table. "There´s a little girl looking for you. She says she came to pick her drunken father up. Are you her father?"
Nyx had problems digesting the words, and turned a questioning glance at his friends, who only looked at him with the same lost expressions. That is, until the three friends took a look at the entrance, finding the small and well known frame of one Lightning Farron.
"You´ve got to be shitting me…" Nyx swore under his breath. "She´s not my daughter, man. I don´t have a daughter, besides, even you should know she´s too old to be my daughter!"
But the bartender pressed on. "She warned us you´d say that." The man paused, as if compelling him to understand. "Look Nyx. I don´t want any problems with the police. Having a little girl standing at my doorstep is exactly doing that. Go solve whatever you need to solve and make me happy."
"We´ll deal with the problem, man." Libertus interfered, trying to appease the angry bartender. He glared at Nyx some more, but nodded at Libertus, and then stormed off. The pair of Kingsglaives turned to stare at the Sergeant.
"Nyx, what´s happening?" Crowe asked him in shushed tones.
"She´s harassing me." Was his painful response, as he passed his palms over his messy hair.
Libertus rolled his eyes at him. "Here we go…"
"Shut up, man! This is all your fault." Nyx glared at his friend, as he slapped him in the chest. "Ever since you took her to watch our training, she´s been demanding I become her personal instructor. She´s even shown up at my doorstep!
Libertus´s lips formed a perfect 'O' at hearing him, while Crowe snickered.
"I don´t see how that´s funny." He berated his friend.
"Sorry! Sorry. Couldn´t help it." She raised her palms in mock surrender.
Crowe then shared a look with Libertus, and, in unison, started to get up, but Nyx stopped them.
"No, don´t. This is my problem. I´ll solve it. Thank you." The last words were spoken with irony, directed at the big man seated next to him, who at least had the decency to look sheepish.
"I´m sorry man." Was all Libertus managed to say.
"Yeah, you better be sorry."
Nyx stomped over to where Lightning was waiting for him, outrage and determination embedded on his countenance. But taking a good look at her guise made him hesitate.
Her clothes were simple and plain, denim pants that had seen better days and that evidently had been made for someone shorter, a white t-shirt that actually fitted her, with a colorful but worn out unicorn drawn over it that barely allowed to discern the shy form of developing breasts; her strawberry blonde hair up and fixed on a side ponytail; her flushed cheeks and pink lips...
It would seem that, in spite of her grim visage, her overall appearance screamed of innocence and tenderness all over.
Nyx blinked at her aspect, and in spite of himself, felt a small smile threatening to appear on his lips. Outside the uniform, she really looked like a sweet girl. A pubescent girl, still far from becoming a true teenager.
He shook his head and growled, forcing himself to erase the thought and for his rage to return.
"Good night, sensei." At the sight of him, she bowed respectfully, but the man´s only response was to take her forcefully by the arm the moment he reached her side, and to guide her roughly to the sidewalk.
"Hey!" She protested, unable to stop the strong grip dragging her out.
"Now what?" He spat at her once they were outside and away from the brewery.
"You well know what." She simply spat back. "I want you to train me."
He rolled his eyes and screamed high up at the sky, at the top of his lungs, frustration beginning to pile up.
"This just gotta stop! I won´t train you! Do you understand? Not now nor ever!"
"Then you´ll have to endure me for the rest of your life." She threatened.
"That won´t be necessary. I´m bailing you out of the training program."
"You can´t." She stood straighter, trying to be imposing but failing miserably. "I told you before. I really can´t do much inside training grounds, but whatever relationship you and I have outside the Kingsglaive fort, has nothing to do with military nor royal laws. That said, I´m not doing anything unbefitting of a Kingsglaive trainee. You will be severely punished if you try something against a highly skilled trainee as myself without proof of anything."
A vein on his head threatened to explode.
"Besides," she pressed on, "what else do you have to lose? I´ll even pay you. You´ll earn some money for more beer, will get more opportunities to torture me, and on top of it all, you´ll get all the credit once I become first place on the program. That must be something good for your résumé, right?"
He pondered over her words, but after a moment he shook his head.
"Let´s do this," she interrupted him before he stated his negative, giving a step forward for emphasis, "let´s try it for two weeks, only two weeks. And if you don´t like it, at the end of the second week we just give it up and you still get paid for a month. What do you think?"
The kid was smart, at least he could give her that. Smart and persistent.
"Full payment?" He tried, still hesitant.
"Full payment." She smiled, sensing her victory.
"Where will you get that money from?" He raised an eyebrow.
"That´s definitely none of your business." She scolded him.
"It´s my business if it´s illegal."
"Then you better not know."
He closed his eyes like slits, trying to read her, but she just mimicked his countenance.
"Are you really into fighting clubs?" He insisted.
She rolled her eyes. "If I said yes, would you train me?"
"No."
"Then don´t ask again."
"That´s illegal fighting."
"Then I don´t go to those fights."
He was about to say no to her again, but thought of the money. She was right. More money meant more beers.
"I will definitely not train you right now." He finally gave up, straightening his posture and crossing the arms. "It´s my leisure time."
"I know, idiot. I´m here just to collect your word for it."
"Okay, first off, you´re gonna have to stop giving me names or insulting me." He scolded her.
"That will depend on the quality of your training." She pushed it further.
"You never lose, do you?" He asked, raising an amused eyebrow, surprise evident.
"I actually lose most of the times. I´m here with you to fix that." Lightning only smirked at him.
He sighed. "Why would you trust in my word anyways? You already hold me in very low standards."
She fixed her stare on his blue eyes, determination and threat swimming in the pool of her azure irises. "Because you are the 'hero' of the Kingsglaive Force. I´m sure you won´t let your word be dragged around like a dirty and old rag doll."
He hesitated. It wasn´t that he was scared of her, nor that he had accepted. But… she had made a point: he had a reputation to hold.
"We´ll see what we can do."
"No. I want your word that you´ll train me." She stated firmly.
Only, he wasn´t ready to surrender to her so easily.
"My word to talk it over with you tomorrow morning, and its the only thing you´ll get from me right now. Take it or leave without even that."´
She glared at him, and he glared back, a dispute in between two highly stubborn people.
"Fine." She conceded, but without taking her eyes off from his. "We´ll see each other tomorrow."
"Fine. I can´t say I´m happy for it."
She smirked at his words, nodded and then just walked away, while he stood there, taking out a cigarette to appease his nerves as he watched her leave. She was going to be the death of him.
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The next day of training started no different than the previous one. Lightning had been silent, standing at the far end of the rows of teens, avoiding his gaze. This time Nyx wondered why hadn´t she demanded their promised spar. Maybe she was reserving it as a way of torture for later, once the rest of her peers were gone? He shrugged. The day was just too beautiful to worry about a promise to a childish brat.
But still, he had made a promise. And he was a man of honor. So today he wanted to try something different, hoping to honor that word.
He went to the back of the stairs while they all made their laps, and returned to them with a big black bag.
"Okay. I need you to build the strength in your arms while you use a weapon." He addressed the assembling group of teens while he opened the bag and threw a wooden sword to each one of them. "We´ll start with the basic position." He took one of the swords and showed it to them. "This is a Bokken, your best friend from now on. I want you to try the high defense and then strike." He made the movement, raising the sword using both hands, and held it high up above his head, only to slash down with such speed, that it cut the air and made a swishing noise. "Now go!"
Each teen started positioning, hesitantly at first, but then all raised their sword up above their heads.
All except for one.
Lightning had the sword positioned in front of her, and was glaring daggers at it, as if the object had badly offended her in some way.
Nyx approached her, not understanding her resistance. Wasn´t this what she had wanted in the first place? "Do you have a problem with the exercise, Sparks?"
She hesitated at first, blinked as if waking up, and addressed the man.
"I don´t want to do it, sensei."
Her words made his temper flare, but he inhaled deeply, doing his best effort not to lose it.
"What do you mean you don´t want to do it?"
"Exactly that. I don´t want to." She answered with venom in her voice.
He greeted his teeth, rage peaking. "Isn´t this what you have been bothering me about? Wasn´t this your intention?"
"Yes but…"
"Or you just wanted me to make a fool of myself?"
Lightning opened her eyes wide, suddenly understanding the reason of his anger. Her azure eyes returned to the offending object in her hands, glaring even harder at it, and slowly started to raise it, only to throw the sword to one side, refusing to meet the man´s eyes.
"This is just stupid. I won´t do it."
Nyx had had enough. He was a Kingsglaive. No one, especially not a silly child, would play with him. His fury exploited at that moment and he stomped towards her, his body radiating so much rage, all the teens who had been looking intently at their exchange, took a step backwards, including Lightning. Taking her left wrist with rather too much harshness, he rose the limb up in the air in an attempt to force her to do the exercise, with way too much brute strength; but right at the moment he did it, Lightning screamed, like a wounded animal would, and immediately retrieved her offended limb, recoiling from his side and doubling over herself, evidently protecting her left arm with her own body. But besides the scream that had escaped from her lips, she remained silent. Not a word of complain came from her.
Nyx was astonished at the turn of events, too stunned to react at first, but then his eyes lit up, as if realization had hit him, and took the girl by the right arm, gentler this time, but still dragging her along with him. Lightning left him do, too preoccupied with her left arm to care.
"Barret, you´re on charge." Nyx spat as he hauled at the small teen. He then extracted his cellphone and called. Two rings were enough. "Crowe it´s Nyx. Please sister, I need to meet you at the Infirmary. It´s urgent."
His words were the needed stimuli for Lightning to wake up. "What? No! I don´t want to go to the Infirmary!" but her protests were unheard, and her struggle to release herself futile. The man was a lot stronger than her, and determined to take her to the location.
Once they arrived, his stomps and her loud protests frightened the nurse on call, as he forcefully seated the stubborn child upon the exploration table.
"Sergeant Ulric, sir. What´s the meaning of this?" Asked a very concerned nurse.
"Do you have a strong painkiller?" He barely addressed her, searching for something all around the room.
"No sir, the ones we have are not very strong. For one as you need we would need a doctor."
"Great! Were can we get one of those?"
He immediately turned to look at the woman, but her eyes were apologetic.
"I´m sorry Sergeant. The doctor is on commission now, he won´t be around until late afternoon."
He got angrier at her response. "And what would happen if one of us is injured?"
"I´m… I´m sorry sir…"
He sighed, trying to understand the woman´s plight, and searching for a way out of his problem. He brushed a hand through his hair as he spun around himself, searching for something that could help him. But as he found none, he sighed once more, and locked eyes with Lightning, who had been looking intently at him the whole time.
"How long has it been?"
"What are you talking about?"
He stomped towards her once more, anger peaking, and stroke the table on both sides of her, as his face came inches from hers, flushing with rage.
"The dislocated shoulder! What else?!"
Her eyes opened wide at his words, and then looked down, ashamed of being found out.
"This… this morning."
He harrumphed again, but searched for her eyes.
"Look kid, I´m just trying to help you. This is gonna hurt, but I know how to fix your shoulder." She looked up at him, fear evident on her eyes at his words. "You´ve got to be strong, but you´ll be ok. I promise." A pause, then. "Would you trust me?"
But the panicked eyes of the teen were mirrored by the nurse, who immediately put herself in between the Kingsglaive and the trainee.
"N-no, wait Sergeant! Sir! You don´t need to do this! I´ll make sure the doctor arrives to help!"
He dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
"Oh, you shouldn´t worry, I can do this all by myself."
"Oh yeah? How many times have you reduced a dislocated shoulder?"
"Well…" He mulled it over. "None, but I´ve seen how it´s done. And it´s easy."
Lightning shivered. "I´d rather wait for the doctor to arrive, thank you."
"You´re just being ridiculous." He protested. "It´s not that hard. I can do it myself."
"I said no." Lightning pushed it.
"Then, if that´s how it´s going to be," he answered angrily, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring daggers at the girl, "let me see the rest."
"W-what?" She stuttered, her cheeks flushed.
He pushed the nurse aside, so his eyes were level to Lightning´s once again. "You know what I mean. While we wait for the doctor, let me see."
Crowe arrived at that moment, and the battle of glares developed in front of her stopped her in her rush.
"What´s going on?" She asked the nurse but the woman only shook her head softly, as if scared that, if she dared to move, something bad would happen to all. Crowe then directed his questioning at Nyx, pushing him a little. "Nyx what´s going on? Why do you need me here?"
He ignored her, instead, his eyes, fixed on azure orbs, closed like slits.
"Let me see." He repeated the order, his voice almost a whisper, but it only made him even more frightening.
"No." Lightning stubbornly responded.
But Nyx didn´t miss a beat. "If you don´t show me, I´ll get you arrested for insubordination, and throw you off of the training program."
Her eyes, still fixed on his blue ones, closed like slits too, as if daring him to proceed. He didn´t move, but he didn´t relent a single inch either.
"Show you?" Crowe was at a loss, and the tension was so unbearable, she knew she had to do something. "Nyx, please explain what does she have to show you?"
"She´s got a dislocated shoulder. And probably more." At his words, the girl evidently blushed even redder, and finally lowered her eyes to the ground. "We´ll manage the shoulder, but we need to see the rest of the evidence."
Crowe´s eyes opened wide in surprise at his revelation, and then understood and sighed. Now she knew the reason why her presence there was so necessary. She approached and kneeled in front of the girl, searching for her eyes. The woman spoke with the most conciliating tone she could muster.
"Please sweetie. Let us see. We want to help you."
Lightning closed her eyes, fighting with all her might the tears of humiliation that were threatening to fall, and imagining the many painful ways she could end Nyx´s life after this. But she knew she had no way out, and mentally tried to reason to herself, thinking that probably, it would be for the best. The girl gathered her strength and, locking eyes with Nyx, as if daring him to make fun of her, she undressed herself from the waist up, mindful of her injured shoulder, only her bra was left to hide her intimacy.
At the sight of her semi naked body, the women gasped and Nyx cursed.
There were many bruises of different colors and sizes gracing her bare torso and arms, a few were evidently fresh, but some others seemed rather old, and some were in the verge of vanishing. Nyx couldn´t take his eyes from them, and he could even notice a few large ones over her abdomen with the same coloring than the big one over her cheek, meaning they had appeared at the same moment.
"Who…?"
"This is what happens when you´re an orphan and try to make yourself a place among the adults." Lightning spoke without emotion, and her voice sounded so much older, so much wiser, that it forced the man to look up and stare at the endless blue of her irises, trying to get a name.
"I can help you." He gave a hesitant step forward, knowing how hard this moment could be for her. "If you just let me know who…"
"And since when have you ever cared about helping me?!" Lightning yelled at him at the top of her lungs, disgusted at his hypocrisy. She covered herself once more, as tears of anger and humiliation fell freely from her eyes. The strawberry blonde sobbed while she pushed herself off the table, and ran towards the door, shoving forcefully aside the stunned man that had exhibited her in such a horrible way.
"Lightning!" He tried to catch up to her, but Crowe stopped him.
"Let me try."
He hesitated, looking out at the rushing teenage, but then nodded at his friend.
"Please, help her." Crowe was about to take a sprint, but he took her by the arm.
"I´m sorry, Crowe… If I had suspected it sooner…"
She shook her head. "It´s not me the one you have to talk to. Don´t worry, I´ll do my best." She tried to give him a reassuring smile and took off after the girl. Nyx had never felt more impotent in his whole life.
Or rather, hadn´t felt like that for quite a while.
Lightning ran as fast as her legs would carry her, ignoring the dull pain on her ankle, as well as the rest of the pain, her tears now running as freely as her. She finally dropped herself at the far end of an alley, inhaling deeply as she tried her hardest to control her emotions. She couldn´t return home in the mess she was at the moment. Serah, her sister, couldn´t see her like this.
"Lightning?"
At hearing the approaching woman, the girl curled up on herself, hiding her face on her knees, while skinny arms wrapped her legs tightly.
"Leave me alone." Crowe had to strain her ears to hear the muffled replied.
"We just want to help, sweetie. But we can´t do anything if you don´t help us first."
"This is so humiliating." She curled on herself even more. Crowe sat next to her, adopting almost the same position.
"I know. I understand."
"How can you? You´re a Kingsglaive! How can you understand what I´m going through?"
Crowe smiled. "I´m an orphan too, you know?"
After a moment of silence, hesitant eyes ventured above their secured place. "You are?"
"Yes." Crowe moved again and kneeled in front of her, taking the little hands on her own and pulling her up to stand. "As I said, we just want to help."
Treacherous tears threatened to fall from her eyes again, but she forced them back angrily. "That´s a lie! Nyx Ulric wants nothing more than to take me out of the program! He said it himself!"
"He was just angry at the things he doesn´t understand." Crowe tried to conciliate, rubbing her back. "But believe it or not, he wants to help you too, if you let us do it."
Lightning looked away, still not convinced. "I don´t want to talk about it."
"Then I promise I won´t ask anything you don´t want to tell me. Just let me be with you."
"Why?" The girl still asked, disbelief plastered in her face.
Crowe smiled at the girl, happy she could say the words she once heard from her own Senpai.
"Because you´re under Kingsglaive training. That means you got yourself a new family. You´re not alone anymore, Lightning Farron."
Her words must´ve stroke a rather sensitive core, because Lightning´s eyes immediately filled with tears, and she threw herself into the Kingsglaive's arms, crying all the sorrow, loneliness, pain, loss and fear she had to endure in such a short age and in a very small span of time. Crowe held her and let her be, ignoring how much her shirt was getting more wet by the minute.
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A/N:
I hope there wasn´t too much angst.
Well? What do you think? I promise there will be fighting scenes, just not right now. Hope you stay with me!
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