And here's the next chap^^

10. Boredom and anger

"How did you know?" asked amazed Lok, searching for something in his pockets.
"They're always like that," Dante cracked a small smile and extended his hand.
"Eh, yeah! Here you g…"
The door suddenly threw open. It wasn't hard to guess who was standing there.
"Dante! Uh… Lok?" Sophie's eyes travelled to guys' hands and the money in Dante's fingers, she glowered at them. "No way! Were you betting? Again?"
"Hehe, yeah, I should stop doing it cause I just keep losing," shrugged blond with no despondency in his voice.
Their mentor remained silent, playing with his prize...

XXx

Woman let out a deep sigh – she was dying of boredom here. And just when she thought she could have some fun, that annoyed and annoying witch-princess stormed out. It didn't take 3 minutes to drive her crazy. Such a disappointment. Oh well… The prisoner (that's how she's been calling herself) blankly looked about while lying on the bed. Hard and heavy metal door. Simple door to the bathroom. Small table, more like a nightstand. Few windows high near the ceiling. A pile of old mattresses. Some phone-like thing on the wall with a red (and only) button to call if she needs something. Pretty much all.
Biting her lip lazily, woman was twirling her blue lock round her finger and trying to concentrate on the last week. Her memory of casual things was still kind of holey, let alone her past… For some reason everyone was calling her Zhalia. Not so common name but she liked it. Though she had no idea if it was her real name or they only came up with it so that they could call her somehow. She didn't trust them. They've kept telling that they want to help her remember, but she was sure there was something behind it. Therapies, doctors – those were fine by her. While spells? (really?! What on Earth...) and other things made her feel uneasy. And, of course, cures… All the pills would end their life in the bin, and medicine – well, sometimes there would be no option but to drink it.
Zhalia's eyes were thoughtlessly observing her night sky coloured hair. She remembered those teens who had been keeping her company for a week or two (she lost her sense of time days ago, it wasn't very surprising though). Actually, her every day was pretty much the same: drink this, talk to him, eat that, go to the therapy, get some fresh air, talk again… Before it was over she used to start yawning. One more thing that never changed – conversations between pink witch and blond klutz. It would always begin with 'I don't wanna be here…' and end up with chatting about some Dante guy. And every time it was almost identical, she felt like going insane. Dante this and Dante that, Dante is and Dante is not… Dante, Dante, Dante… But from what she heard he was neither a hoodlum nor a villain. Something like 'she saved him, so now he's gonna do the same' or 'I wish he was here…', or '… he paid for us when we were out of money…' doesn't suit a bad person, does it? Zhalia stretched herself. No, he must be some habitual goodie.
Huh? woman slowly sat up when she heard a scratch near the door.
Metal gates of her 'prison' opened up for a centimeter.
"You can't leave me here!"
Sure they can, she rolled her eyes, recognizing that annoying voice. What was the name again? Sandy?
"Sophie…"
Oh yeah, Sophie… thought Zhalia and leaned her back against the wall while placing her one leg over the other and folding her arms on her chest. That new deep manly voice got her intrigued, she wanted to see its owner, but her safety goes first. So she just waited patiently.
"What Sophie?! It's not fair!"
"You're going in there. Now," firm calmness and unbreakable determination were coming from that man.
"No," she could feel girl frowning and glaring at him.
"Really? Or do I have to remind you of our little agreement?"
Agreement? The heck? woman blinked. But these words seemed to hit the point – Sophie came in. Backwards. Zhalia mockingly lifted her eyebrow but remained silent.
"Go."
"Why don't you go yourself?" that brat was truly stubborn. And annoying.
"Sophie…"
"Oh yeah, I forgot! You don't wanna see her!"
The door slammed just under Sophie's very nose with a loud bang. You really pissed him off, sang in her mind the one on the bed, feeling somehow happy about it. A snort escaped her lips – she couldn't help it.
"Well well well, look who's back," older female lay down again and friskily stared at the white ceiling. "Nice scene you made there," chuckled.
"I don't wanna be here," hissed the girl still not turning back.
"Welcome to the club. Neither do I. We have sooo much in common," Zhalia kept teasing her. "But you always talk same things, tell me something new."
"Shut up."
"Wrong. I've already heard it. Next, please."
"Shut. Up."
"Hm, very interesting, make me."
"Shut the hell up! Is it so hard to understand?"
Blue-haired one yawned and then suddenly began to laugh…

Okay, so I try to update regularly, like once a week. Well this oncoming week is gonna be a little tough - some exam-like things (we call them just 'exams' though) are coming, need to prepare and so on, also some other things on the top of that. In one word - busy. I'm not sure when the new chap will show up but I'll do my best :)

And if you wanna ask something, feel free to do it. I'm ready to answer all the questions (as long as they're not about what'll be next, of course^^)

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