Chapter 2
Boris Balkov sat behind his desk, staring at a file open in front of him. 'How can that boy be so illusive? He has everything I want and need…I can see that from the forms he's filled in. Yet, the forms are so empty.' He scanned the sheets looking for clues. Only the first name was filled in, not the surname. He had the age, 16, but not the date of birth, the country of origin, Russia, but not the address. He knew the boy only by what information he had been given. Yet, he couldn't and would not be able to find out any background information on him even if he tried. The only place he would be able to get it from would be from the boy himself, and that was very unlikely. Boris thought back to their meeting. He had hardly seen his face; that thing had covered what his hair hadn't covered. The boy's hair had reached his knees and flew all over the place, that hair that had caused so much distraction for Boris. The boy had spoken in a low voice, which was made worse by that bandana across his face making him sound distant and muffled. And those eyes, Boris had had only one opportunity to see those golden globes. He frowned at the memory.
Flashback
"Beware of the guard dogs at the door, they don't like cats," Boris grinned at his own joke. The boy, who had been leaving, stopped with his hand on the door. He turned and looked Boris straight in the eye; his hair did not hide his eyes for once.
"Was that an attempt at a joke?" The ice-cold eyes fixed their golden gaze on Boris.
"Of course it was…don't you get it?"
"If everyone here is going to throw insults at me…the fact that I'm a neko-jin…I might have to reconsider joining the team." Boris's smile froze. He wanted this boy on his team. He wouldn't let him go. He had been at the back street tournament's final. He'd seen the boy win. He liked…no loved…his technique. "It was a joke. Don't worry I'll try to refrain from making comments…and I'll warn the boys. I'll see you tomorrow at 12:00 sharp."
"Sure."
The boy left.
End Flashback
Even at the memory, Boris seemed hesitant. There was something different about that boy. Boris wasn't scared, just wary of what the boy could do. Looking back at the form, he saw that the boy could do a lot.
The clock on his desk beeped, his gaze fell upon it. 12:00 am. There was a knock at the door
"Come in."
The door opened and Alexis walked in.
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Ok…everyone I want to get this straight. Alexis is a girl. She pretends to be a boy. Everyone thinks she is a boy. And Alexis isn't just a girl's name. In fact, the Russian Alexis is quiet masculine. I chose this name, as it's a unisex name so no one will get suspicious of a guy with a girl's name. See, I'm clever… at least I think I am.
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