Hello yet again, so I have a feeling that people aren't giving me enough feedback when it comes to writing fanfictions, but I guess I get that a lot. So, let's see.
By Lance's deductions, what he saw before himself, is a beautiful young woman around his age with long, chestnut hair and violet eyes. Her hair was tied into cute twintails, each held with a blue scrunchy, but this was no time for Lance to make a move on her, as he knows the task at hand is more important than landing someone attractive. Lance started to grab Michael, who was still laying down on the ground recovering from that unfortunate event, and proceeded to drag him towards Valper Galilei's office. Lance quite didn't like the idea of dragging, and started to groan as he carries the weight of his body on his frail-like shoulders.
"Ummm… is your friend ok?" Irina addressed to Lance with a worrying tone in her voice. She couldn't help, but worry about Michael for a bit.
Lance just shrugged, as if he doesn't care what happens to his friend when he's heavily injured. "Eh. I do this all the time when he passes out in a fight. Besides, he deserves it, being clueless in our fight with two easily beatable female devils. The solution was right there, in front of him, and he didn't take it." Lance responded to Irina.
"Oh?" Irina questioned, with a bit of sarcasm. She set up her posture by crossing her arms in a calm manner "If it were that simple, why don't you kill them before your friend? Or are you too scared to hurt a girl?" Irina remarked towards Lance with a childish smirk on her face.
Again, Lance didn't seem to care about whether or not Irina was judging him for his actions right now. "I can hurt anyone I target, with pleasure."
Irina shivered with shock, due to Lance's poor choice of words. She didn't know that dirty catholic boys could be present within her, or at least, what she's shown right now.
"Don't even think that." Lance suddenly started towards Irina.
"I wasn't." Irina replied back.
Lance stared at her for a bit, and relieves himself of the weird tension that they might have between them.
"I always say stuff that might mislead people into thinking that I mean a different thing, but that's ok. It just means that your normal." Lance carefully explained.
Irina sighed out a breath of relief. She didn't want to be considered a misunderstood person in her first week of training.
"Say , would you like to accompany us, weird girl?" Lance suddenly asked.
Irina got mildly offended from Lance's statement, for calling her a weird girl all of a sudden.
"Who are you calling a weird girl?" Irina pouted while crossing her arms again.
"Remember what I said before? You'll get used to my use of slang around here." Lance explained.
Irina sighed again. "Man…. this boy doesn't know what he's talking about. Guess I'll play along for now…." she pondered quietly.
Lance proceeds to slowly drag Michael's recovering body towards his superior's office, with Irina skipping throughout the walkway. Lance couldn't help, but notice how carefree and joyful she looks every skipping beat. The feeling of letting go your deepest fears, and releasing it into one, single blow. However, despite her joyful nature, it bugged Lance.
"Do you ever skip during your time back home?" Lance asked, trying to start a conversation.
"Well, yes. Issei and I would always play hopscotch on our front yards, playing endlessly for hours. Of course, whenever I would scrape my knee, or get a big rash on my arm, Issei would come to help me." Irina said as she recalled her memories.
Lancelot raised an eyebrow slightly. He's never heard of this "Issei" kid in any of the students known currently in London. "A close childhood friend, I presume?" Lance asked.
"Yes, he is. Why do you ask?" Irina questioned Lance with a look of concern.
"I just wanted to ask, girl." Lance replied rudely.
Irina again pouted, and got pissed by a bit. "Ok, let's set some guidelines first. One, you need to stop calling people by just how they look, and focus on their name, first or last."
Lancelot just shrugged with carelessness. "Fine….. Whatever." he replied.
"Second," Irina continued. "I'm not just a random 'gal'. My name's Irina. Irina Shidou."
Lance looked at her with a straight, also indicating that he doesn't care. "Yeah sure, Irina. Anyways, let's move."
They kept walking for five minutes before reaching Valper Galilei's office, which was straight down the hallway. When they arrived, Lance took a deep breath, and knocked three times.
"Yes, you may come in." a familiar voice said.
Lancelot, and Irina came in the office, and sure enough, Valper Galilei was sitting at his desk, across from where they were standing.
"Ah, Lance. It's a good thing that you've brought yourself a partner. I was beginning to worry that you may have difficulty finding a suitable partner for your needs." Valper sarcastically stated.
"Oh? Maybe I'd like to see you try to handle my current situation of handling a useless body." Lance mumbled under his breath.
"But anyways, I've called you guys in, because I'm sending you on a mission….."
So this concludes this chapter. If you want to see the holy crosword, my OC's sacred Gear, then you'll have to wait for a bit, until I get some response, or a sort of motivation that I can post the details of the power and ability. And, with that said, thank you so much for reading, and I really hoped you enjoyed. If you did, be sure to leave a review, and a favourite, and stay tuned for more chapters such as this one. Peace!
