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Justice is Served
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K. Greinhardt's Hospital was unusually crowded today as a result of a huge collision that happened not even eight miles away from the large building. Of course, there were many other smaller and local hospitals that were closer, but since this hospital was one of the most prestigious ones in the world, and their ambulances got there much faster, those who were injured were sent here.
Two days right after Rebecca had driven and walked Ollie to the park and had an encounter with Zamasu, she was called up urgently in order to assist the many doctors that were now employed for the day. This happened right after she found out about the accident, which involved two large trucks and three other cars on a very busy road. One of the trucks did hit head-on, and it made the hovering vehicles explode, sending debris and shrapnel flying everywhere and hitting 70 people, 55 of which had severe to near-fatal injuries. The drives miraculously were alive but in critical condition, and those on the intersection adjacent to the crash had second to third degree burns.
This was the worst part of her job; she didn't hate being a doctor for she loved helping people, but she hated seeing bleeding and wounded people hastily being wheeled in one by one. Of course, she's been in this job for years now and was far too intelligent to waste six more of her years in medical school, but sometimes she still couldn't help but show remorse for those who were hurt severely. And being involved in surgery, part-time mind you, meant having to swallow any disgust you'd feel if you saw a limb dangling from someone's joint.
It was around 9:30 at night, the accident happened a good 11 hours ago, there were still a dozen or so people who need medical attention. It didn't help that her being the youngest of the hospital's top-tier doctors was known by every single person within the establishment, and by her natural persona, she tried getting to as many people as possible. Every operation that was needed has been done successfully, at one point she had to remove a silver piece of sharp shrapnel that was dangerously close to a man's aorta; removing that little piece alone took about half an hour. She had finished running about, and assisted many doctors in about 40 or so operations, and she checked up at least 20 people.
You may not figure or know this, but Rebecca was actually super intelligent, and not only even in book smarts but she looked into the psychology of people and their brain mechanics, so if anyone needed something crucial and tedious to be done with their heads, she was almost always called up. She had graduated out of college within two years with the knowledge of some aleck who been in med school for twenty plus years. It just so happens that she soaks up information like a sponge, and has been working as top tier positions within this hospital. If you had known her in her earlier high school years, you wouldn't get the impression that she was smart (mainly because she wasn't at the time), and you'd probably think she was mean and stuck up for being both pretty and popular. It was weird because not only was she anything but mean, but people were far too steeped into the belief that popular people were assholes, that they canceled out anything generous that she has ever done. They only based her personality on how many people were friends with her.
And friends, they were. They were when they wanted to feel included in the 'giant gang' of well-known kids who secretly used each other for popularity points. She was in the midst of needless drama, but she never got into it that much. And then junior year came; she started dating Adrian, she stopped dating Adrian, certain things happened, and then everyone that she's had an empty conversation with had left. Those people aren't big names at all now, save for Irene, Adrian, Jay and James, for the five of them were successful in their lives.
Someone tapped her shoulder, and she turned around to face another fellow doctor, Dr. Terry. He was several years older than her, and had co-oped with her for many patients. "There is a patient that wants to see you."
"They want to see me? What are their injuries?" She did not register the question completely, as it was the patient who wanted her and not the doctors who needed her to go check on a patient. She's spent so much time running all over the place that anyone who had spoken to her would be translated as 'somebody needs your medical attention'.
"No, as in they just called for you. They were hurt but they wanted to talk to you."
"...Ohhh…" That's weird as hell, she started walking in the direction that Terry was pointing. Clearly, her mind was so set on doing her job, she just let her voice trail off. And then he touched her again, and she turned to him.
"Aren't you tired?" Terry wore a concern expression on his lightly aged face.
Yes. "Well not really, I mean I'm still like, fine so far." She could yawn and fall asleep on the floor right now.
Terry frowned. "You told me that you didn't eat anything for breakfast when you came here. It's nate at night and I haven't seen you go out for lunch; even France said you could leave."
"I mean, I'm not that hungry. I'm good, really, swear on it." And then she finally registered the last part of Terry's sentence. "Wait, France said I could leave?!"
"Yes… he told you, to your face, like an hour ago." He leaned forward to emphasize his point, and also to emphasize how utterly exhausted Rebecca was. "Look, after this patient, you can go back home. We all will take over from here, there's not that many people flooding in anymore."
Terry was like the older brother that she never had; he always was concerned for her health; even though she was a prestigious doctor, Rebecca was known for giving herself to something a little too much. It may not be good for your health, and she knew that, but she couldn't help it. "Okay, okay-I'll go home after this. Are you su-" Her stomach growled so loud, that two nurses walking past even paused after hearing the sound.
Terry straight-faced. "Go home, eat and get some rest."
"Are you the manager?" She jokingly punched his arm, and it was at that moment when she realized that she was kind of weak. This is what happens when you don't eat breakfast. "Fine, fine, I'll go home after I get to the patient. What room is he located in anyway?"
"Room I-95 N."
She nodded, bid him a 'thank you' and 'goodnight', and she made her way hastily towards the room. There has not been a moment where she was walking the second she got here, she probably forgot how to do so anyways. She opened the door slowly, and greeted the person while looking back at the door to close it. "Hello, you called for me?"
"Of course I did."
She stopped. She didn't even turn around. That voice sounded eerily familiar, and she came to her sense and decided not to show what she had felt the second his voice hit her ears. She turned around to face a brown-haired man. He was considerably tall, but then again anyone could be because she's really short, and he was laying down on the hospital bed which a really weird crooked smile on his face. He always had that crooked smile. She decided to address the bigger problem within the room. "Let me find the logs for your injuries, I'm sure that one of the doctors left them here for convenience sake."
"That isn't why I called you, Rebecca."
The fact that he still remembered her name made her inwardly shiver, his voice was deep and it wasn't threatening, but it wasn't something you'd like to hear when he was upset. So she decided to focus on her sole job so that she can leave. "I need to check your logs, sir."
"You know my name already." He sat a little straighter on his bed, looking directly at her and she accidentally made eye contact. He had these intense eyes that were prone to giving away his emotions really well, and right now, there was a deep-rooted anger buried within them, but it was subdued by both his voice, his calm demeanor, and his crooked smile. "Do I need to remind you?"
"No you don't." She was now in front of the holographic screen, and nearly cut him off with her reply. "Let me check your logs, because my shift is nearing its end, and get the necessary doctor for you." She would never tell a patient that she was done with her work, but this particular person was not someone she'd trifle with. Saying his name would make her feel, unadmittedly, scared.
The man adjacent to her goes by the name of Merkel Gerard. The only reason they knew each other was because he was kind of involved with the situation between Loki and his owner, who had murdered someone, and Merkel was present in court to see the delinquent judged as guilty. Ever since then, Merkel had found out that Rebecca would take the rights to own Loki legally this time, and he used to bother her over it, to put it in nicer terms.
"You know I was near one of those cars when they exploded, right?" He spoke steadily, due to his injuries and his relations with her. "I was all bloody and bruised at the event. But everybody saw it, everyone witnessed the crash with their own eyes."
"They did, Merkel. This better not be about something that took place three years ago." She knew he was still trying to justify the other man's actions of murder, saying that no one else was watching the murder would not conclude the fact that someone was killed.
"It may be." After that he started fingering the vials attached to his arms. A pause, an uncomfortable silence, and then he spoke up again, the hate in his voice more vehement. "You put my brother in jail."
"No I didn't."
"I'll never forget you for what you did."
And then Rebecca got fed up. She got fed up with him that quick, because she had nothing to do with the murder case, and everything to do with Loki's life. For some stupid reason, she figured he made the correlation between her owning Loki and his brother being put in jail, which there was virtually none. The only connection would be the abuse tapes that she decided to look at as part of the evidence to the man's abusive nature, but even that did not amount to what the man really did. She stood up and looked at him. "I had nothing to do with your brother going to jail. Maybe you should question why he murdered that other woman before getting pissed at me."
Right now, her teeth were almost gritted, and she was holding onto the table tightly to strain her anger. She absolutely hated murders, and hearing of people dying. The fact that Merkel completely dismissed the crime his brother was accused for made her blood boil. Merkel on the other hand was just as upset at her, and he sat up to prove his point, if he had any. "You think you have the guts to talk to me like that? Do you see how big I am, I could fucking body you if it weren't for these injuries." He literally had his fists clenched. "Just because you're a little Miss Doctor's over there in your white coat doesn't mean you can spill your shit at me, you little bitch. Learn your fucking place."
If she was anywhere as truthfully ruthless as Jay, she would have broken his jaw already. What place does he even have that's above hers? They aren't even in the same league, and that's another thing Merkel was angry about; the fact that Rebecca was both rich and successful while he wasn't. She could have rebutted back, but she decided not to stoop down to his level, and instead left the logs for another doctor that was more than likely available. She was nearly seething at this disgusting person, she turned sharply to address him. "Your physician will coming soon." The second she left that door, she heard him say three simple words that racked the fear back into her once again.
"Just you wait."
She exited and had to hold in the shiver that would circumvolve her body, she quickly called on another doctor and quickly assigned him to the room in which she came out of. She bid her goodbyes, left a few notes in regards to the patients who also bid her goodbye as well, and left the hospital. Hastily.
She would not dwell on the fact that Merkel was more than likely involved with criminal activity, judging from how he dismissed murder and got upset at her, and she would not dwell on the possibility that her life would potentially be in danger. There were too many probability words to even be worried about that in the first place. She was damn near a millionaire, she had enough security on her had anything went down. And besides, he doesn't even know where she lived. Why stress over some jaded guy when she had enough defense on her side anyway? The only being she was worried about was not really her, but Loki. Merkel definitely wishes he had the rights to own Loki, and if he gets a hold of her dog, I'll be out for fucking blood.
She had to steady her nerves while she was driving. If she didn't she'd risk another repair bill on her car, even though that doesn't happen every five or so years. She had a pretty good credit, but sometimes her emotions would be out of whack and it would stall her focus on driving. It sucks even more because she's naturally reserved, so she doesn't usually tell anyone her problems or whatever she wishes to keep secret for two reasons: for them not to be worried, and because she'd rather not have others know her business. Both go hand in hand, and it leads her to venting to her dogs sometimes. They always sit right beside her and look at her as she's getting frustrated and try their absolute hardest to make her feel better. If it's not Loki cuddling really close to her for her comfort, it's Ollie attempting to make her laugh; they always succeed at their missions regardless.
She arrived home within thirty minutes from the hospital. Even as she was turning the key in her door, as she took off her shoes and hugged both her beloved dogs, as she went upstairs to strip down and take a shower, and as she was in the shower, she debated on whether or not she'd tell her best friend. Irene was the only person she confided in most of the time; she's naturally secretive, but she did not tell Irene that the man had a brother, and that that brother had been pestering her at any chance he saw her for three years. She also didn't tell Irene the full story of Loki's rescue, she told Zamasu and it probably seems like a huge disservice, but at the time she got him she was far too reluctant to speak on behalf of Loki's salvation, partly because she felt so much for him at the time. That's what happens with her and animals, she bonds so well with them that the bond goes beyond words.
It's kind of sad to think that she had never had that same connection and kindness from other people. It always seems like despite her best efforts, it always goes unappreciated. And she had a knack for exhausting herself for the sake of another person, and they always never say that she does. They just sit there and take all the uber-positive treatment she showers them in, and then when they are bored of it they leave. It's a horrible cycle.
She ran her hands down her head, which was lathered with cinnamon-scented shampoo. She couldn't try to think of the possibility of her best friend doing that too, which is definitely not going to happen. They are inseparable by default, she didn't confirmation for that at all. She didn't know about Adrian and Jay; in her mind, Jay more than likely wouldn't want to get close to her because of Adrian, and he was actually one of the people who didn't use her. The only thing is, she was certain that he didn't like her, but not to the same extent as Jay. Jay is one of those people who you literally have to prove yourself to be friends with him, he has high expectations of those he's with. It's not that he's following the same thought process as Adrian, it's more of her and him not speaking to one another due to her thinking that he's taking Adrian word-for-word.
That probably made no sense, but it does in Rebecca's head. She was sure that Jay was a kind person at heart, he's just brash and feisty.
She didn't spend a long time in the shower this time; she got in and out within 15 minutes. She could've been lazy and not taken a shower, but the hospital smells a certain way; she wouldn't want to sleep with the scent of a hospital on her body. She changed into sweats and a see through lace sweater with no bra on because- we've already went through this before, why would you want to wear a bra in your own house?
She decided she was gonna actually whip up something to eat before she'd sleep and wake up the next day in hunger-agony, so she decided on an avocado salad. She already picked out her fruits and veggies the day before (having a homemade garden was actually her idea, it took some time and lazy points to convince Irene to do the same), so the extra work was unneeded today. Once she finished, she sat down in her living room and turned on the TV. Both Ollie and Loki went to go play around somewhere upstairs, she was tempting on calling them down for the sake of company, but then she decided to call up someone that she hasn't contacted in about… twenty two hours. Her TV had the ability to call up and stream other people so she didn't need to get up and get her phone. The other person took about five rings or so before they answered.
"What?"
Typical Jay-response. He doesn't answer the phone with a 'hello' when he's busy. It's even more vehement when it's Rebecca on the other hand. "Hey, Jay."
Sounds of very light shifting were apparent on Jay's line, because his phone has an exuberant mic and sound system. That thing could pick up anyone whispering from across a room. "Yeah, hi, what do you want?"
He didn't sound as annoyed as he normally would when she called him, and this was something she did more often. She used to be far too reluctant to speak on behalf of their unspoken 'rule'. A light giggle escaped her lips, partly from not taking his voice seriously and from slight nervousness. "I don't want anything. I kinda just wanna… talk to you, you know? How are you doing?"
She could feel his straight-faced expression. "What is there to even talk about?" There goes his irritation, it's finally budding into what it usually was.
She took a deep breath; she didn't even know why she'd be afraid to talk to him in the first place. Okay, it's not really fear, it's more of her being nervous because Jay was predominantly… dominant, and feisty. "Well, I just wanna discuss some things with you." Things that have been sitting in the back burner of her mind ever since she met him. And these things need to addressed because it was lowkey killing her on the inside and she needed to know why-
"Okay. What do you wanna discus-" He was cut off by the sound of something dropping. "Sick, you made me drop my spoon." Rebecca frowned, and then laughed.
"It's not funny."
She instantly stopped laughing, his voice got super serious. Then he repeated himself again. "What do you want to talk about?"
She sighed vocally, and looked down at the carpeting of her rug. Her toes kept curling inward and outward and she was pulling back a few strands from her head. It shouldn't even be this hard to ask a simple question in the first place. "Why do you hate me?" She said it in a rushed voice, and now she was toying around with her fork.
There was pause on the other end, and she anxiously waited a full second for his obvious reply. "Please, what do you mean?" He knew what she meant. "I don't hate you at all."
She frowned. "Well, you always seem to look like I annoy you even though we barely ever talk, Jay. You avoid eye contact with me and you didn't answer my call yesterday.
Jay leaned back into his chair, drumming his fingers against the table. "First of all," Rebecca crossed her arms as he spoke, "you have to keep in mind that I'm a music producer, okay? I can't always get back to you because I'm primarily busy, that's number one. Second," She took that into consideration, "You're conflating me a little too much, don't you think?"
She tilted her head. "I'm not, you literally do that when I'm around you. Even Irene asked what was wrong at one point."
"You mean like a year ago?"
She stayed silent, because he was right. Other than that one time, Irene has been silent on the interactions between the two. "Well… yes…"
"Look, honey," even though he wasn't being endearing at all, his use of 'honey' was not degrading either. It's something he does when he wants to get a point across for a topic that he feels is frivolous, and his voice sounded really attractive whenever he says that. Anyone who has heard him speak would say that his voice is definitely one of the most attractive things about him, other than his super-Alpha male personality. "I don't hate you. Me hating you would require me to literally abstain from anything you're involved in, Irene invites me to a lot of places, including her house, with you involved. Now have I done that yet?"
"...No…"
"So you see? I don't do that because I hate you; I don't hate you at all, I just don't like you."
He could make anyone feel horrible and even cry with his cutthroat attitude.
She decided to make her sitting position a little bit more comfortable, so she laid against the soft armrest of her couch. "That's what I just asked."
"No, you didn't just ask me that. What you asked me was if I hated you, and I said I don't."
He had a point there, but now it raised a lot of more questions. "Then why don't you like me?"
There was a golden unspoken, and unwritten rule between her and Jay and her and Adrian respectively; they do not speak to each other on behalf of what happened in the past, or why they refused to keep in touch with her most of the time. Right now, she was about to break that same rule, and Jay more than likely could have hung up right now, but to her surprise she heard him sigh. "Why does it matter so much to you?"
He answered her question, but he didn't answer it they way she sort of expected him to, and that was a fault on her. She learned not to have expectations of him because he either completely topped those expectations, or he'd completely dismiss them. "Well, I'm friends with Irene, who's friends with you and Adrian. Adrian and I knew each other a long time ago and I'm just wondering if that's the reason why you seem to just… not like me?"
"It may be." How could someone give a simple answer to a question that begs for explanations? Before she even got a chance to rebuke, however, he continued on. "I kind of don't have a thing for holding grudges- okay, I'm kind of lying -but what you did is not something that can't be forgiven that easily-"
"That was years ago." She could tell Jay was holding his tongue, otherwise he would have sliced her statement for cutting him off. "Why do you still hold on to that? I was a different person back then- you weren't even there, for crying out loud."
"You aren't any different."
Rebecca didn't have an instant rebuttal because he said that with so much weight and authenticity that her gradually rising voice became quiet. "I-I am. I've changed."
"No. You haven't." Does he think he's psychic? "You may have went from the school's unfortunate popular girl, to one of the most intelligent brains in medical science, but you're still the same person."
Now she was actually getting offended, because the old her used to be kind, but beforehand she was extremely manipulative and abrasive. Rebecca purposely would get others' into trouble had they messed with her the wrong way, and she also didn't give a rat's ass about anyone else's feelings; even Adrian, who ended up leaving her because of it, and when that happened she didn't really care either way. He was one of the people, probably THE only person she's ever been intimate with, and when he left her she didn't cry nor did she feel guilty because she was ungrateful and arrogant. How in the hell did that compare to her now? "Since you're psychoanalyzing me, obviously people can change," she jabbed at his integrity with that one which she had to be careful with, she was actually kind of afraid of this conversation ending and Jay's overpowering persona makes her nervous. "What makes you say that I'm the same, hmm? I'd like to hear from you."
"Because you don't know how to handle anything that comes to you."
A pause. She even didn't even hear him drumming on the table anymore. "...What? The hell does that mean?"
"You're still very unconfident, you know that right? You did all that you've done in high school because you thought that nothing would ever come to you if you weren't either pretty or had a nice sounding voice. Now, you cover your inability to feel good enough by doing overly nice things for people, trying too hard to be kind, and then retreating back into a hole when you're tired of it." Jay stood up to put his empty fruit cup in the garbage, and then he leaned against the counter. "And then when you finally get someone who actually gives a damn about you, you use them and then leave them in the dust, and then you wonder why people do not go near you."
She couldn't tell if she should be angry, or shocked. How does someone tell another about themselves as concretely and as confident as he did? It's as if he knew her for years, even though they barely freaking talked. And that was what started to piss her off; the fact that he felt he could just lay down a monologue on her and her personality, even though he never tried to get to know her in the first place. "You don't even talk to me. We don't even communicate: on the phone or directly in front of one another- we never fucking talk. You have no idea who I am, you just don't like me because of a grudge you're still holding over something that you didn't experience!"
The fact that he stayed cool and collected upsets her even more. "I don't have to call you every single day to know that you have a problem with yourself."
Again, he always managed to catch her off guard with how low-key elaborate his words were. He was at God-level when it came to speaking, he knew just what to say and what not to say. "Sure you don't, but can you at least try to get to know me before you judge me, you asswipe?!" Now she was about to start yelling, and more than likely would curse him out if he continued to bring his smart-ass thought process to the conversation.
"You haven't denied what I said yet." She could tell he wasn't smirking, but she refused to recollect the entire conversation just to argue with him.
"Yes I did!"
"You just went on about me not knowing you, and me not trying to get to know you. You shouldn't be this upset about what I said if I was wrong; all you have to do is say 'No, that isn't true' or something along the lines like that. I didn't get a concrete answer from you. Refrain from calling me an asswipe, too."
Her eye twitched. "You're being one right now. Obviously I'm going to get upset because you described me in a horrible fucking way."
"But is it true?" Another pause. "If you're upset at what I'm saying, then it obviously must be true."
"It's… it's not." She said that after like ten seconds of pure silence, during which she wondered how he hadn't hung up on her yet.
"Why are you stuttering?"
"I wasn't!"
"Then say it again. Say it's not true."
"It's not true." Inadvertently, her voice was weak when she said that. "I'm not like that anymore. I don't take advantage of people."
"You're missing my point; you do the absolute most for others' confirmation. Have you ever taken the time to consider how you felt for a change? I may be rich, but money doesn't hide even the deepest of your insecurities."
He's hinting at the amount of times she would invite everyone to a fancy restaurant, or to any place in general, which would sometimes be more than twice a week. On the days where she isn't working, she's either busy on something else, walking, talking to Irene, or just sleeping. "Oh, so I can't be nice now?"
"You know exactly what I mean." And she did, but she didn't feel like that was the case at all. And even if she did, she would have refused to dwell on it. She wouldn't do that when someone who was not afraid to say what's exactly on his mind is on the phone with you. "You asked a question; there's your answer. Is that all, now?"
Rebecca looked down at the floor. "Well, you ruined my night."
"Obviously." He was still being a dickhead. "It's kind of concerning that nobody told you this, but I guess that's what happens when you smoke-screen everyone with treats and gifts."
There is no way any person alive at this moment could have an argument with Jay and win. It wasn't like he was trying to make her mad, she understood that but by default she was going to get upset. He's far too brash and bold for someone to not get upset when he speaks on something sensitive. It's scary that he even knew that this was the first time anyone has ever laid words on her this hard, but that's how Jay is. Maybe… maybe he doesn't hate her as much as she thought he did.
"I can't help but be generous all the time." Rebecca now supplemented her confidence back, but Jay didn't need to deny her or argue with her just to know if she was genuine or not.
He did this chuckle, which would've sound really sexy had he not just pierced a hole through her in the past ten minutes.
"I'm sure you can't. Goodnight." And then he hung up.
She closed the call, and stared at her TV screen for at least half a minute. He had a thing for hurting her feelings, him and Adrian concurrently; it still didn't make sense as to why the two still didn't like her… shouldn't they move on from that? And why would whatever Jay proclaimed the reason to be end up as a reason for them to ignore her existence? Now she was conflicted, every time she tried to contact these two, she'd always end up in a conflicted state. But since Jay answered, and actually said a lot more than 'I'm fine' or 'Hello' or something, she really questioned just how much Jay had been ignoring her all this time, the exact opposite can be said for her.
Truth be told, she had been very interested in the Asian male, he was always a mysterious person. And everyone who knows him knows that he has a great sense of humor, was also not afraid to get whatever he can earn, and was assertive or aggressive if he wanted to be. He was a nice person under all of that overriding confidence, it's not arrogance at all either, he is really humble but if you aren't someone he can vibe with, he can easily phase you out without any emotional regression. That same trait was what made it super hard, currently, for girls to date him just for his money. He can spot a gold digger from a mile, nobody could come near his inner circle. That was somebody she could have been, and somebody she could have been with, if what happened in high school did not happen and if her past social life did not become the predecessor of her current social life. It kind of sucks that he's so damned smart, he had the entire package times ten.
Rebecca looked at the time, and realized it was 11:54 at night. All of the sudden, she realized how tired she was, and decided to call it a day. She almost completely forgot about Merkel's fat-belly ass earlier because she was so invested in her conversation with Jay. She stood up tiredly and went straight to bed, completely forgetting her bowl of avocado salad on her coffee table, uneaten and untouched.
"You're being really stupid."
"There's no way that I'm not."
"Yes you are! How can you do what you just did if you were thinking?!"
"It's not that bad of a spill, Zamasu. Chill out."
The last thing you want to do to any being whatsoever, is tell them to chill or calm down. The stain on his gi won't go away if he just decided to relax, and that's not what he's gonna do if Irene has to actually touch him with her dirty-mouthed hands. That made perfect sense in his head. "How clumsy could you possibly be?"
So here's what happened; Irene and Zamasu spent the entire day and night- okay not the entire day, but a really long time -arguing over really innocuous stuff. Within the past three minutes, Irene managed to make him nearly bust a blood vessel, raise his voice, and spill tea on the torso of his gi. If this day gets any worse, the whole dining room will be covered in blood and entrails. It's not like she made his tea either, noooo; he made it himself, she took his cup into her hands and managed to move a little too fast, and it ended up on his right breast.
"Listen, I didn't mean to actually spill that on you, okay? It will dry off in like less than half a hour, it's not that big." She was dabbing a napkin against his chest, and it was pissing him off greatly that she was this close to him, not to mention she was making physical contact with him, for crying out loud.
"I think a better response for this would be to apologize, you idiot." She didn't even say 'sorry' when it spilled on him.
"Okay, alright; sorry." She stopped patting the stain, and went back into the kitchen. Luckily, she did so, otherwise he would've grabbed her hand, and twist it so far back that her bone pops right the heck out. He wasn't playing any games, so he stood up and went behind her right before she turned around and jumped at how vehement the anger in his eyes were.
"I won't accept that way of apologizing. Correct your tone, woman."
She frowned. "Sorry… what more do you want from me? I already apologized-" she tried to move to the side to escape his death glare, but he put up both his arms against the kitchen counter so she was stuck right below him.
"Apologize. Correctly."
This was the closest she felt to fearful in a long time, because he legit looked like he was going to kill her. But she swallowed it down, and decided to correctly apologize to him. "I'm sorry."
He gave her a long, hateful look, and then he turned around and walked away. She was still frozen in her spot for like two seconds afterwards, but then she exhaled, which can out as a sigh, and went back to the living room, not tempting to make a rebuttal at the Kaioshin who was now in her backyard.
Zamasu really, really did not want to be here especially. He seriously wanted to go somewhere else, to some random place. He decided to fly upwards until he saw a clear landscape of the entire region, including the city on the upper right. With a clear breath, he zoomed forward at tremendous speed, and deciding to hem a little bit of surprise into this damned year-long 'session', he would randomly land whenever he didn't feel like flying anymore. He didn't know how long he was flying, but when he landed it was super late at night. It should be around 1 AM at night, and where he landed wasn't… where he expected to be.
First of all, it was in an amazingly large field, like a meadow, the wind was relatively cool. The grass was around his knee at height, there were some dandelions that would blow their pretty, fluffy feathers into the wind, and there was a lot of fireflies glowing and pulsing at random. It was honestly beautiful.
Zamasu could have flew somewhere else, he could have found another area just to waste time, but he decided to lay down and rest his palms underneath his head. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off, and wake up whenever he would eventually wake up.
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Late in the morning, Irene spent her time finishing up (not really) a piece of artwork that has been sitting in her Creative Vault for two months. She had woke up at around 8 AM, do not ask why because she didn't even know, and decided to spend that time enacting an on-and-off routine of checking her phone, eating a few light snacks, and painting. This project was actually really big; it spanned a good nine feet in length and around five feet in height, composed of a vibrant, positive meadow gleaming happily in the sun. If an observer stood within the landscape painting, the grass would reach their knees, they'd be surrounded by random flowers, ranging from sunflowers to dandelions to camaras. In the far distance, they could see trees and a mountain far ahead, and the sky was a serene calm blue.
Well, at least that's what the observer would see when she was done, because right now that whole entire portion of the painting is just white.
Surprisingly, in all her five hours doing art, her mind had traveled in every possible metaphorical direction you could think of, except of the Kaioshin that was supposed to be in her backyard, or in his room as she sat here. Even though she pissed him off by spilling half a teaspoon of tea on his gi, that can't be something to make him leave the house for more than 12 hours. It's not like she's worrying about his safety either, he's a God in his words, he'll be able to fight if he had to. And now that the notion was brought up, she wondered where exactly he was, hopefully he wasn't hurting another person just because of how bitter he is.
Her phone rang, she had to take her brush away from the canvas even though she kind of jumped from the ringtone, despite it being at a pretty low volume. The caller ID was Rebecca, Irene answered in a heartbeat. "Heyyyyy."
There was a long yawn on the other end, and then a groan. "Good morning, 'Reniee." Rebecca sounded like she was stretching. "How are ya doin'?"
Irene snorted. "Rebecca, it's like 1:30 in the afternoon right now. You left the hospital late yesterday?"
"Umm… kind of…" her voice trailed off, and then she picked it right back up. "I left at around 9:30. Spent eleven hours in there running from room to room and writing down things and staring at vials."
"You've been there since the accident occurred?"
"Well yeah, I saw a snippet of it on the news, and then they called me in real quick. I didn't even have breakfast yet." She chuckled.
Irene frowned. "You ain't eat anything and you spent nearly half a day going all over a huge hospital?" Rebecca suppressed a sigh, because her friend was going to start maternally reprimanding her again. "I know you want to help everyone, but please don't starve yourself like that again. I hope you ate something when you got home."
Rebecca started to fidget because Irene's statement mirrored the same exact thing that Jay told her yesterday, except less deep and painful. She also fidgeted because she realized that her avocado salad went completely untouched the entire night, meaning she was still empty-bellied. And once she had realized that, her abdomen decided to curse her out physically by growling really loud; painfully loud. She stifled the groan that threatened to escape her mouth. "Umm… I did eat something."
"Bullshit." Irene shook her head. "Go eat. Go make something and eat now before you pass out on me or something."
Rebecca swung her legs off the bed, and stood up slowly so she wouldn't get dizzy. Sometimes when she didn't eat that much, especially if she's been active the entire time and didn't have enough food to support her energy level, Rebecca would catch vertigo. It isn't that bad of vertigo though, but it would nice to not have that right after you wake up. "Right, I will. I just was tired yesterday."
"Geez, you slept before you got chance to eat?" She must've been really exhausted, there's no way someone could sleep on an empty stomach.
"I didn't sleep well yesterday. I laid in bed, but I was too tired to go back downstairs and eat so I like… laid there until I slept." That was a lie; she didn't sleep because what Jay said, as well as her conflicted emotions, were what kept her up at night. Sometimes brutal honesty is something you yearn for, and once you get it you forget how to function normally for a few hours. "But I'm gonna go get something to eat and stuff- don't worry."
"For sure. By the way, you didn't run into anyone you or we knew in the hospital, did you?"
"Nope, not at all. Luckily, nobody you knew." Rebecca didn't stress the 'you', because she still hasn't told Irene about Merkel, and she refuses to because it's innocuous yet kind of concerning. It makes sense in her head. She didn't push the topic any further, but she asked Irene what she did yesterday. The woman explained the usual, she woke up, she'd work on a piece, and then she'd make food to. When Irene started talking about Zamasu, the red haired woman had another question in mind that was burning to be asked while Irene spoke.
"- and he kinda just left yesterday night. He still didn't return either." Irene now stood up to go and wash her hands in a nearby sink. Her art room had almost everything she needed, including running water which is essential for half of her works. "I have no way to contact him, but I'm sure he'll come back or something."
To anyone else, it might sound like Irene genuinely was concerned over Zamasu's whereabouts, but it's more dismissive than active-worry. Apparently his reaction to her spilling tea on him definitely rubbed her off the wrong way, in fact this whole week she's been rubbed off the wrong way. That was what Rebecca was seeing, and hopefully Irene will remember her own words of being patient, because as gradual as it seems, her patience was slowly starting to run thin. "Wait… he left?"
"Yup, just went into the backyard and then left. I dunno how, but he did."
"Oh geez." This might be something more common of him since Irene hasn't given him boundaries or something, but she can't do that because he's not a child. "I don't think he'll end up here again."
"Hmm?"
She was mumbling, but then caught herself and quickly corrected her statement. "I hope he doesn't end up on someone else's property, ya know?." She stopped to think; why was she so amped to keep her and his encounter a secret? It was weird, she didn't think to do it, it was instinctual. "I'm pretty sure he's fine. He's probably coming back as we speak."
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Why was he surrounded by five human men?
And why were they all looking at him like he killed their uncles? Not like he couldn't do that, but still.
Zamasu had left the meadow not long ago, and he started walking near some woods, apparently catching eye of five buff and aggressive men who were a little too hype to pick a fight with him. Let's back up for a second; Zamasu was walking peacefully when these mean caught sight of him and one of them whistled to catch his attention. Zamasu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and turned to the group.
"Yo! What th'heck y'doin' in my woods?" they were mumbling and snickering to one another, Zamasu just raised a brow.
"You know you ain't supposed to be here."
He watched their attempt to be threatening to a young God like him; Zamasu was pretty sure that he was done with traveling after this. "I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to be here, either."
One of the guys got offended, somehow, by Zamasu's lack of fear and ever-growing annoyance. "Oh, so green boy's got mouth, eh?"
"You don't have th'rights to talk to us like that."
And then one of them balled up their fists, all angry or something like that. "Do we gotta kick you out? Don't make us kick your little ass, sonny."
He was debating on whether or not to make their deaths slow and painful, or if he should just end them off right on the spot. The beer bellied male pulled out a pistol and aimed for Zamasu's chest. He pulled the trigger, and smiled at the sound it made as the shell left its barrier…
Then his smile, and everyone else's aggressive look, fell apart when Zamasu swiped his hand across his chest, and the bullet did not pierce through him. They all stood there dumbly and Zamasu smirked and raised the hand that was just over his chest, revealing the bullet in between his two fingers. "You really think a gun can be of suitable offense against me?" He tossed the bullet to the side, and took a step forward. All five of the males collectively took a step back. "You all must be out of your minds."
One of the males had a fanny pack on, and he literally blinked at least five times, trying to register what just happened to him. "Uhh Scott, I think I'm a little too high for this right now. Did he just…" he pointed slowly at the approaching Kaioshin. His question was never fully stated because all of his friends took their plunges and ran at Zamasu.
The first male with a beer shot the last three rounds, which did not hit Zamasu at all, and decided to throw the pistol at the Kaioshin while running to punch him in the stomach. Zamasu slapped the gun away, and grabbed the man's fist, raising it up, and giving the man a promising punch to his stomach. The second guy attempted to side-step and hit him from his back, but Zamasu turned in time to kick him square in the jaw, then he kicked him sideways, sending him toppling over one of his friends. The easily offended man was now red in the face, and he went at Zamasu with a series of punches and side jabs, all of which were dodged in ease. Zamasu decided to stop his tirade with a finger raised to a fist that was meant to hit his face. He elbowed his chest, and then sent him flying into a tree. Zamasu scoffed at how easy it was to take them down, he didn't even (and refrained from, for his own sake) have to kill them to stymie them completely. There was only one left, the man with the fanny just stood in his same spot all through the innocuous fight. Zamasu smirked and tilted his head, he decided that he wasn't going to waste time with this man either.
So the Kaioshin took him by the arm with his ki, and launched the man into the air. He went flying off to Zamasu's right, and the grey-eyed male didn't waste time to look at him any further. I'm done for the day.
He landed back at Irene's backyard in a short amount of time, and opened the door which led to the kitchen. Slowly stepping in, he realized that the entire house was quiet, and there was no sign of Irene. The second he closed the door and took a relax sigh, the sound of a ring assaulted his eardrums. He looked to the kitchen counter, there laid the source of the sound; Irene's phone. He didn't know how to turn the damn sound off, so he tried everything he could; he knocked against the back of it (he facepalmed afterwards), he tried pressing buttons on the side of it, and then he slid the green button to the right of the touch screen. He could have been relieved, until he heard another sound, and he placed his ear to actually see if it was coming from the phone.
"Irene? Irene, you gotta see this, my gosh."
He blinked, frowned, and tilted his head. "Umm…" What was he supposed to say? "This is not Irene." Smart move.
"Ohhh, Zamasu." Rebecca was on the other end again, this time she sounded a bit hyper compared to her earlier demeanor. "How are you? Umm, I kinda wanted to tell Irene something, I dunno if you could work a TV. I didn't even know you could answer phones."
She wasn't insulting him, he didn't even know he answered the phone. "This... was kind of a mistake."
"Ohh, well… that makes sense." Rebecca's voice sounded really nice over the phone even as she giggled at Zamasu being clueless with phones.
"What are you doing with my phone, mister?" Irene now had her hands on her hips and she was standing at the front door after having opened it. Zamasu braced himself for the irritation that would soon come.
"Apparently, I answered it, and Rebecca wants to talk to you." Rebecca giggled again, and Zamasu narrowed his eyes. "Stop giggling at me."
"What? It was funny." Rebecca shrugged.
"Just… you," he gestured to Irene. "Take the phone and talk to your friend." Zamasu held out Irene's phone for her to grab and Irene did so with pleasure.
"Becca', what's up?" They had a small conversation, and Zamasu took this time to brew and make tea for himself because why wouldn't he? It was his way of calmness and tranquility.
"Irene, turn on the TV, to the news. Like now." She was being serious too. Irene turned around and sat down on her couch. She pressed a button on the armrest, which connects to the TV, turning it on and changing the channel. The news anchors have transitioned to the reporter when she ended up on the news channel.
"Yes, just earlier today, we've caught a rather mysterious and confusing scene right before the skies of West City near the parks- a man was flying over a hundred feet above the ground, before landing into the lake within the park that I'm standing in. Witnesses saw and took pictures and videos of this, and it has been circulating all over the Web in the past hour. Here's the footage caught on camera."
"What the fuck?" Irene frowned. Zamasu was now curiously standing behind the couch, and his attention was on the flat screen TV in front of him. They now transitioned into the actual video of the man so-called flying, and surprisingly to Irene, they weren't even exaggerating. There it showed a male flying through the sky, and people within the park had their eyes glued, recording the incident and pointing at the man as he flew. Zamasu frowned; he didn't think that humans had the ability to fly.
"Is this for real?!" Irene was now laughing. "How the hell did he get there?" Zamasu could hear Rebecca laughing along with her and sharing just about as much confusion as she did right now.
The screen now showed two split screens of both the reporter and the news anchor, who was now speaking in amusement. "I actually thought that this man had a glider or something to fly, but this guy was flying through the sky."
The reporter laughed. "It almost looked like he was thrown, because if you take a closer look, the man was rotating as he flew. We'll go ahead and zoom in on here." The screen then went to a paused portion of the footage, which was in high resolution, and zoomed in on the male's body. The guy had his mouth opened, as though he were screaming, and he was also wearing a fanny pack.
...Wait, no… Zamasu's eyes widened and he sipped his tea super quietly.
"What makes this even more ironic is that the said man who was flying was none other than George Samos, the same man who was suspected of killing two little girls about two months ago. Police have been trying to find this man for weeks, and he was caught in plain sight. Before he was taken in by police officers, we decided to ask how he even ended up in such a predicament."
Oh no, Zamasu slowly backpedaled into the kitchen just to put his cup down against the counter. He was still able to view the TV, because a part of him wanted to see what George had to say. The TV cuts to a damp looking George who had a traumatized expression on his face, along with incredulity.
"I-I-I didn't even know but like… there-there was- I was in the woods," he kept gesturing as he spoke; he's literally telling on himself. That's how shook he was, "and just… this green person comes in and-and I tried to fight him, but then he beaten the absolute shit out of the guys he was with, and then he-he just took my hand and threw me into the air. I don't even- I don't even know anymore."
"Green dude? Who did h-" Irene paused, and slowly turned around to look at the Kaioshin who was now standing behind her kitchen counter with an innocent look on his face. He looked at Irene and his eyes went back to the TV while sipping his tea. Irene put her phone on speaker and Rebecca accusative voice was heard.
"Zamasuuuuuu."
He blinked twice. "What?"
Irene's eyes were slits. "You deadass threw a guy across an entire park and into a lake?"
"No…" Yes.
George was still talking, they didn't ask for a description of the perpetrator aka Zamasu either, he just continued on. "He had like, like white hair and grey eyes and he was just all smug and-and… he looked like a green fucking Power Ranger or some shit, this guy, this person was fucking strong as hell."
"WHO ELSE COULD THAT POSSIBLY BE?" Rebecca exclaimed, and Irene gave Zamasu a look.
"He and his friends thought they could fight me." He answered calmly.
"So you had to launch him into the sky?" Irene stood up and leaned forward. "Welp, now people will recognize you as the green dude who threw a man into a lake."
"Well, on the plus side, you did catch a criminal in the funniest way possible so… Justice is served!" Rebecca laughed.
"Oh, that is true, oh my god." Irene cracked up, and Zamasu just stood there, smiling, because after he learned that George was a murderer, he didn't feel the need to ensconce the fact that he casually threw him. Justice was served, indeed.
"Bravo, bravo, Zamasu. I'm proud o'ya." Irene slow clapped.
"You guys do realize that West City is about six miles away from your house, right?" Rebecca took a bite of her salad; she made another one even though the salad from yesterday was still sitting on her coffee table, because she was a genius. "Zamasu, where were you when you threw him?"
"I was in some… woods." Zamasu looked down at his cup.
"There are no kind of woods near West City! The nearest one is like two miles ahead of the city!"
Irene's eyes widened. "That's how far you threw him?!"
"Umm…" he didn't think that he threw him that far. He definitely didn't think the man would land in a lake alive, either. "Apparently."
Irene snorted. "Thank you for showing me this, Rebecca. Now I have another name to call him whenever he gets pissy with me."
And here we go again. "Excuse you?"
"I can call you trebuchet now, or Green Rocket."
What is wrong with this woman? Why is it her unsolicited job to irritate him? "The heck is that supposed to mean?"
"You don't know what a trebuchet is?"
"I know what a trebuchet is."
"Then there we go."
"I'm not a trebuchet nor am I a Green Rocket, you wench. I am Zamasu."
"Okay, okay…" she nodded. "Zamasu the Trebuchet."
"Alright, I'm done with you. That's enough." He approached her with the intent of hitting her, until Rebecca's voice interrupted his actions.
"So, this is what you were talking about Irene? If I gotta list you two down for domestic abuse then I will." She giggled. "Please don't hurt her, Zamasu. She's my best friend."
Zamasu looked at the phone. "If you cared about your best friend, you would tell her to keep her mouth shut."
"But that's not fun." Irene still had her arms raised with a smile on her face.
"Was I talking to you?"
"Not really." How disrespectful, he was reminded of the lack of diplomacy that this woman had despite him spending more hours outside of her house than in.
"'Ey listen, I gotta go, Irene. Zamasu, by the way," she purposely made this known to her best friend. "Ollie misses you. He's been picking at his green bedding whenever he wakes up." Irene looked at the Kaioshin.
"You met Ollie already? You've been in Rebecca's house before?"
Zamasu scowled, and grabbed the phone from Irene's hand. "Didn't I tell you to not tell her about that!"
"I didn't tell her about the you rolling on the floor with him, so it's okay if she knows you've been to my place." Unfortunately, Rebecca did not know that Irene's phone was on speaker, so she heard all of that and was now laughing her ass off.
"HE WAS ROLLING ON THE FLOOR?" Irene clutched her stomach. "When was this!?"
"Like, two days ago."
"STOP TALKING!" Zamasu actually yelled into the phone, which made Rebecca and Irene quiet down because he had never raised his voice that high before.
"Okay, okay, okay, I'll stop." A giggle. "I'll see you two later. Bye Irene, bye Zamasu." She still even as she hung up. Zamasu placed the phone on the coffee table, and Irene crossed her arms.
"So you have a soft side for dogs, now?"
He whipped his head at her. "Shut up!" And then turned around, storming off towards and up the stairs and into his room. Irene didn't even call him back, she just sat there and continued laughing at her newfound discovery. Zamasu was the last person, she'd expect to be that comfy around anything on Earth. He was definitely the last person she'd expect to be at someone else's house being that comfortable with another human being near him.
Well, you learn something new everyday. Next time Rebecca was coming over, she'll remind her to bring both of her dogs just to see the silly side of the Kaioshin.
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"These are by far the best memes I've seen all week." James and Jay were both sitting in a large motel, laughing their butts off at the jokes the Web would make pertaining to George Samos' arrest story.
"Yo, what does it say, what does it say?" Adrian ran out from the kitchen with a glass bottle of juice in hand.
"'When you think that you'll get away with crime but life keeps throwing you off." They both snorted, and Adrian kissed his own teeth.
"That is the absolute worst way to get exposed." Adrian took a sip out his bottle. "Like, you get suspected and looked after for murdering someone, and then you're finally found just flying across the sky where everyone else could see you, and then you come out of a lake and get automatically arrested."
"It was two people, two little girls. But still, he came out looking super traumatized, like- look at this one!" The meme Jay was looking at showed George's traumatized face, and the caption said 'When you get caught red handed and try to make up an excuse knowing you're still fucked'.
"Did you guys even peep the news?" James was looking at his phone. "Apparently, the guy was thrown by some green dude, that was in his own words. Look, look." James showed Adrian George's exact response, word-for-word, and Adrian nearly spat out his drink.
"Wait, hold up… green dude?" Jay turned around. "What did he look like?"
"He deadass said 'white hair, grey eyes, tall and… looked like a Power Ranger- wait. Waiiiiiit." James paused.
Adrian busted out laughing. "HOLD ON, HOLLLD ON! SO YOU'RE TRYING TO TELL ME, THAT THIS GREEN GUY IS ZAMASU?! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT HE THREW A CRIMINAL ACROSS WEST CITY?"
"Holy shit…" Jay turned to his co-producer. "RIGHT? Because I'm looking at this and as I'm reading this I'm just like… Wait, no." He cackled. "There's no way."
"But, didn't Irene say that he hated people? So I mean… technically it was reasonable, but how the fuck did he end up near West City? And why was he there in the first place?" James took Adrian's bottle and took an air sip, much to Adrian's chagrin.
"Exactly! Oh geez, I hope Irene sees this. Yooo…" Jay propped his forehead against his fingers, scrolling and reading through the memes and gifs of Samos flying.
"My guy turned into Hercules." Adrian and James collectively laughing. "You see how he was wailing through the air? It reminds me of that one tournament that we watched."
"The one where Hercules got kicked and was just flying off the platform?"
"YES!" All three of the men laughed loudly, so loud that a particular person who happened to be upstairs was stomping down to where they were. She had a pillow in her hand, and she threw it at her boyfriend's head.
"Adrian, please keep it down! I was taking a nap!" The brown haired woman approached the trio.
Adrian cocked his neck back. "Why are you yelling at me only?"
"She's your girlfriend. You're responsible for all that noise." Jay smirked, and dodge a playful punch from Adrian.
"Matter of fact, all three of you should keep it down. What's so funny, anyways?"
"Ashley, you have to hear this." James approached Adrian's girlfriend and gave her a brief summation of what happened to a criminal.
Her eyes went wide. "What?! Lemme see, is there a video of it?"
"Here, look." Adrian showed his girlfriend the video, which she was stifling her laughter.
"Oh my god, that's not funny. He could have gotten hurt really bad."
Jay turned to her. "That's George Samos, Ashley. He's that criminal guy the police were searching for; he didn't die, he just landed into a damn lake."
"Oh, it was that sack of shit? Okay, never mind, this is gold."
The Asian male stood up. "I'm so done, that just brightened my day."
James looked at him. "Why? Were you angry earlier?"
"No, today was great, that just made it ten times better."
Adrian kissed Ashley on the forehead. "We gotta go see those two after this gig, just to rub this in their faces."
Jay and James agreed, the basketball player looked at Jay. "Bro, how come your girlfriend isn't here with you?"
"She's busy. She can't join in the fun because she's gots lots of work to do." Jay took a sip out of Adrian's bottle, and Adrian glared at him.
"Are you guys gonna stop drinking my juice?"
"I'm not." Jay pretentiously smiled at him, and Adrian grabbed a pillow to throw at him.
"I actually asked her if she was free, like three days later, which I'm pretty sure is when your gig ends, and she said she would be free the day after we get home." Ashley said.
"Hey, at least she would be. I have never even seen Jay with her." James sat back into the couch.
Adrian didn't even whisper. "You guys, between me and you, Jay is the biggest softy around his g-"
"I'm right the fuck here, Adrian. Shut your mouth." Jay yelled from the kitchen.
"What? I can't tell them how much of a sweetypie you are with Lexi?"
This is the part where Jay starts chasing after Adrian in attempts to make him shut up, because 'sweetypie' was the name that Lexi often calls him whenever they were together. The only reason why Jay was now running across the motel just to get Adrian's ass was because it sounded so cringey when his best friend said it, and also because no one else knows that Jay wasn't always that badass, tough guy that everyone knew. He wanted to keep it that way; the only people that knew his soft side was Adrian and Irene, somewhat.
"You know what, we'll just leave it with these two chasing each other. This is what they do on a regular basis." James held out his hands like he was presenting something beautiful to behold.
Ashley laughed. "Yep.. we'll definitely leave at that."
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I honestly enjoy writing Jay's dialogue, it is probably one of the most entertaining things to construe besides this entire plot. He over here just gently snatching edges and not apologizing for it XD. The story is expanding a bit more, there are gonna be more people you'll be hearing about, some of which are definitely gonna be prevalent throughout the story; like Rebecca's potential stalker. The plot will continue to get more and more normal, I promise...
I'm lying, nothing is going to be normal from here on.
I'd like to hear what you guys have to say, because I DO read all the reviews, trust. Some of y'all come up with pretty good additional ideas for the story, and some of your comments make me chuckle. Feel free to leave a review… or two… or three… Or ten. X3