I don't own Fire Emblem
Secret Room in the Plegian City Hall
Validar reached the bottom of the stairs and turned into a rather large dining room. At the dining table were two of Validar's "Employees.". One of which was Aversa, picking at her food with a grim look upon her face. The other was a man in his early thirties with black hair, wearing a black suit.
"Ah, Validar, I'm glad you are here! The newest model has just been finished. I have it with, if you would like to see it tested." Validar looked at the man with tired eyes. He walked to the bar and pulled a wine bottle out from the shelf. He began pouring himself a glass.
"Very well, Cassius, contact the Master." Validar ordered. Cassius smirked.
"Why? He is already here." Cassius pointed to a table in the far corner. A man in a hooded purple leather jacket lounged in his seat, cutting his steak.
"S-sir! Why did you not inform me ahead of time? We could have prepared…" Validar paused as the man stood up.
"Did you receive the tome?" The man asked, aggression dripped from every word he spoke. He began to walk towards the table the others were sitting at.
"Y-yes." Validar answered with a stutter.
"Excellent. Cassius was it? Would you care to give us a demonstration of your newest asset?" The Master gave Cassius the floor.
"Sir, are we not going to talk about the tome?" Validar asked.
"I will take it as I leave, but first…" The Master watched as Cassius' men brought out ten prisoners. A man familiar to Aversa walked onto the floor in the middle of the room. She stood up in shock. The man looked incredibly similar to Vasto.
"What the hell is this?! I watch him get crushed by a building!" She yelled.
"So did the Eldrich girl… Tharja, wasn't it? He is more machine than man, he is the perfect soldier, a man brought back from the dead." Cassius proudly introduced his latest product. "I present Vasto, the King-Rank Einherjar." Cassius looked at the prisoners. "Now Gentlemen, You've all been sentenced to death, but I have it on good authority to release you from your bonds and set you free under one condition." The prisoners looked at each other. Cassius pointed at Vasto, who stood motionless. "Kill that man." He ordered, pointing at Vasto. The prisoners looked at Vasto. They began to attack and were quickly pulled apart like cotton…literally.
Robin's Hotel Room, The Next Morning
Robin's eyes opened slowly opened his eyes. He lifted himself up and looked around the suite. There was no sign of Tharja. The entrance to the room was cracked open, he could hear the dryer running.
"Tharja?" Robin called out. He looked around the room for his pants, which he found on the ground near the bathroom. He picked them up and put them on. He heard a voice from outside the suite. He peaked his head out of the door. The voice was definitely Tharja's. It sounded like she was talking on the phone.
"Yes…Yes. White hair… You don't need to know… You DEFINATLY don't need to know that… Don't you dare...Ugh, you little brat!" Tharja growled on the phone and hung up. Robin turned around the corner and noticed Tharja wearing his flannel that he was wearing the day before. "When I get my hands on her, I'll make sure to strangle her with her own hair."
"Who?" Robin finally asked, not realizing she didn't know he was there. She quickly turned around, a mechanical compartment in her fake shin shot out and ejected a tiny, one-shot pistol into her hand. She instinctively aimed it at his head. "Whoa, WAIT DAMMIT!" Tharja's eyes widened as she realized it was Robin.
"What the hell, Robin?!" She yelled at him, placing the pistol to the side, the compartment closed.
"Gods, I am so… sorry. I just … I –uh…" Robin began to stare. From the angle he was at, it made it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra, although quite difficult to see if she was wearing anything else under the large shirt. Robin began to stand up. "I didn't mean to scare you." He chuckled. Tharja kept glaring at him with dagger-eyes.
"If you must know, I was on the phone with my little sister, Talia." Tharja scoffed. "Why would you want to know something like that anyways?" Tharja asked. Robin took a couple of steps closer.
"Because…" Robin took her arm and gently pulled her closer. It was at this time she notice the height difference between them. He was a half a head taller than her. "I would like to know if the woman I am sleeping with has siblings." He said, bringing her in for a kiss. After a couple of long seconds, they broke the kiss. "I also already met your parents." She smirked at his moronic smile, then…
"… Wait, what...WHAT!?" Terror ran across her face. "When?" She asked. Robin didn't expect it to be a touchy subject.
"It was when you were in the coma… on Christmas Eve." Robin
"What did they say? Anything embarrassing? I bet mother did. Oh my gods." She placed her hands on her face in embarrassment. Robin certainly was not expecting this kind of reaction from Tharja.
"Hey, it's alright. Your mother knew my mother, as did your father. They told me about her. Thar's all. And they treated me to dinner." Tharja looked away in thought.
"If they knew your mother, then they must know that you are Validar's son. That's why my dad bought you dinner… most likely. Seeing as my father's company, along with a few others, are funding his campaign, raises a couple of questions." Tharja said. A soft toned voice replied to the comment.
"Questions we'd like answered, Tharja." Robin looked towards the elevator and watched as Virion leaned against the wall, a cup of hot coffee in his hand.
"Virion? What are you doing here? I thought we were going to meet me in the courtyard for lunch?" Robin asked.
"I couldn't see an old friend. Tharja, you don't have to hide." Virion cooed. Robin began to understand. He was here to see Tharja.
"She's not in the position to see anyone at the moment, you'll have to ask her at lunch." Robin made up an excuse. Tharja poked her head out of the doorway.
"I'm fine, I don't need assistance, I will not have dinner with you and you can head out the way you came. Goodbye!" Tharja snarled with annoyance.
"Alright, then, I will see you both at lunch then." Virion said as he walked back into the elevator.
"Whoa! How did you do that? From what I heard, Virion doesn't leave women alone." Robin said in surprise.
"I have a strong influence, it seems." She answered coyly. She began to walk back to the suite. Tharja opened the door. "For example, I am going to take a shower." She said as she turned the corner. Robin blinked. Tharja revealed one eye from around the door. "And you are going to join me."
As if on command, Robin paced back to the suite. He began to relieve himself of his pants, when he stepped on his pant leg and fell, bashing his forehead on the doorway. The last image he saw was Tharja wincing in pain for him.
A couple of hours passed, Robin was having a flashlight shined in his eye. The medic turned the light off. "Whelp, no permanent damage, 'cept the stitches on your noggin." He turned to Tharja, who returned to being in her clothes from the day before. "Make sure he don't do anythin' reckless now, ya hear?" Tharja nodded. The doctor left and Tharja's phone began to vibrate. It was Ruger.
"Dammit, it's Ruger. He wants a team meeting. It's about time you met up with the others, isn't it?" Tharja asked. Robin looked at his phone.
"Yeah." He only spoke one word. He stood up slowly, slipping on a shirt at a steady pace, being careful not to open the stitches above his eyebrow. "Let's go."
Across the street from the Kingland Hotel
A waiter walked out of his restaurant and walked to a lone teenager at a table. "Anything else today?" The waiter asked.
"No, thank you." He wore a nice dress shirt and sunglasses. Across the street from him were Basilio, Flavia, Cherche, and Viron.
"Inigo, do you see Dad yet? How about Mother?" Asked a voice through his earpiece.
"Noire, relax, asking about them every two minutes isn't helping the stake out. Hold on, I see them." He said as Robin walked out of the door, holding it open for Tharja. "Activating the mic."
He watched as Basilio stood up and shook Robin's hand. "Glad you could make it, Robin." Robin nodded. Basilio looked at Tharja. "I must apologize, Tharja, we need to speak with Robin alone."
"Honestly, I don't care, I have other needs to attend to." Tharja said. She turned around and began to walk to her motorcycle.
"I'll see her off, be right back." Robin said as he went after her. "Tharja, Wait!" Tharja turned her bike on and revved the engine. She watched as Robin came up to her.
"Before you go, if I don't have plans tonight, would like to have dinner with me?" Robin asked. Tharja grabbed his shirt and pulled him in, kissing him.
As they kissed, Inigo noticed a man from the corner of his eye was taking pictures of the two. When the two broke the kiss, the man dashed off. Inigo paid for his meal and left a hefty amount as a tip. He walked into the alley the man fled through and pulled a disk from his back pocket and placed it in his palm. He pressed the button in the middle and it began to expand and transform into a gauntlet. "Let's see if this works." He said, mimicking a pulling motion, creating a small blockade with garbage cans and trash bins, creating a dead end. The man with the camera turned around in fear.
"What the hell? Who are you?!" He asked angrily.
"Watch it with the tone, man! Why did you take a picture of those two?" Inigo asked as he leaned against the alley wall.
"Uh, DUH! It's my job, moron!" The man argued.
"You're… job?" Inigo repeated.
"Yeah, I take pictures for a… uh… celebrity magazine." He avoided a direct answer.
"Tabloids… You are paparazzi then?" He asked. Early in Inigo's life, he was known for being an actress' and coroner's son, earning him plenty of photos in tabloids. He hated them. Always interrupting the moments he shared with his mother and father. "What makes them celebrities?" He asked, restraining himself for crushing the man's camera.
"Are you kidding me? That was Tharja Eldrich and the senator's son. I forgot his name, Rubin or something? I don't know. Listen man, Lt me go and I'll give you some of my earnings." The man pleaded for freedom.
"Mmmm, no." Inigo then tied a metal pipe around the man, trapping him.
"Oh COME ON! You think I was the only one taking pictures? I work with a team! And by tomorrow… it will be in all the papers." The man growled. Inigo began to walk away.
"Noire, we have a problem." Inigo said as he left the alley.
To Be Continued…
Sorry for the wait, I've been thinking of ideas for the Injustice Cabal and have decided to wait just a while longer for the next post on that. Thanks for reading and feel free to offer ideas and give me your thoughts. Until next time,
Mattariago OUT!