Luccis wife

Chapter 2 - Beginning of a friendship

Arriving at the green abyss Freya spreads a blanket on the ground and prepares the food she has taken with her to hide her nervous feeling. What if he doesn't come if he simply invited me here to get rid of me that day? Checking the time she sits down and starts reading her book as she has no idea when Lucci will arrive.

Unknown to her Lucci was already there when she arrived. He wanted to check if she would come, watching her nervous made him feel uncomfortable without reason. Not wanting to let her wait further he came out of his hiding spot behind a tree.

"You came." His surprise not coloring his voice "Of course, how could I not? Come sit down. How are you?" "I am fine." Seating himself on the opposite side of the blanket he watches her filling two plates with food. "Here I hope you didn't eat already, but I made it all by myself." Normally he did not care about other people's feelings and as he had eaten already he would have declined but something made him grab the plate and eat.

Watching him hesitatingly take the plate and starting to eat she grabbed her own food. Silence was reigning while the two devoured the food she brought. "You will be a great cook one day Freya, this was delicious" Blushing about the compliment and his remembering of her name she thanked him. "So what is it you like to do during your day? What is working as a secret agent like?" Curious but with a hushed voice she asked. Her whole body displaying that she wants to know everything about him.

His discomfort about the questions is obvious but he still answers them. How his days are filled with training and standing up against the much older agents. His missions keeping him off of the island, sometimes weeks at a time all alone, not that he cares. The embarrassment he feels and the taunting he gets. But the one question he doesn't answer no matter how persistent Freya asks is how he came to be an agent.

In return Freya tells him about her life. Living with her father, who is a marine on the island. The few memories she has of her late mother, who died when she was seven years old. How she doesn't know her grandparents, her father always busy with work. She has been keeping mostly to herself only sometimes playing with the group of children he saw her with the first time. She loves to read and plays the violin. And how happy she is to finally have a friend, indicating Lucci he is the friend, as the other children don't understand her only tolerate her for games.

As the sun starts to set she suddenly remembers she should have started to make dinner for her father, voicing her concern they start to pack up the basket and Lucci offers to help her by carrying the basket so they could run faster. Out of breath, at least in Freyas case, they arrive at her doorstep where she hastily bits Lucci a good bye, thanking her for the nice afternoon he wants to ask if they could meet again when the door was closed already. Deciding to write a letter he turned away.

Leaving Lucci can't help but smile at how nice the day was. He hadn't been so at ease and happy since shortly before joining the CP9. He even laughed! As he comes closer to the tower of justice he returns the mask to his face to avoid questions. Though he is happy he met Freya as he can let down his guard and mask around her.


A few month later Lucci sits at their usual meeting spot at the green abyss and wonders where his friend was, normally she was there before him. Always expecting him with a bright and cheerful grin on her face. He got used to her cheerful nature and secretly enjoyed the happiness which would make him smile.

Concern starts to grow in him as she never missed their weekly meeting, except he was on a mission. Just as he gets up and wonders if he should go to her house she comes running around a corner. The smile forming on his face abruptly fell as soon as he sees her face. Tears are running down her face as she runs straight into him, clutching his shirt while sobbing.

Awkwardly he wraps his arms around her trying to comfort her, they never hugged before so he isn't really comfortable with it. Remembering he has seen people shushing when comforting he starts to make comforting sounds, rubbing her back and started to murmur nonsensical words to her, though he would later deny to have ever made those words and noises. Slowly her sobs start to ebb away.

"What happened? Who made you cry?" There is a thread in the last question, a thread promising a most painful death to whoever was responsible for her pain.

Continuing to clutch to him she started to tell him what happened. How her father had started to ask where she always went when seeing him, how he stated to pressure her into making a decision of joining the marines "But I'm only 11! How could I join now, I'm not even old enough and I would have to leave, but how could I leave you?"

Feeling flattered by her concern over him and thankful about her keeping him a secret he couldn't help but feel it would have been better if she just told him. He nearly went on a killing tour when she admitted he even started to hit her for being too slow or when he didn't like the food she made him a few weeks ago. Only her still crying form in his arms stopped him from murdering her father in cold blood.


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