Roommates
Chapter 10: Edge and Reimi
A/N: This chapter was long overdue…I apologize…This is however the landmark tenth chapter so I want to thank everyone who has read and reviewed this story.
The tension in the room was palpable. Edge was still in a full-body cast after the accident. Their crew now referred to that incident as Hurricane Merlym; a calamity he had unwitting unleashed. As his best friend, Reimi had been saddled with the duty of playing nurse for him, their poor, injured captain. She had tried to protest that as second-in-command she had to lead in his place; however she was quickly and quite effectively silenced by the chainsaw that Bacchus pulled out to replace his arm and the sight of Lymle and Meracle whispering in the back of the room with devilish smiles plastered on their faces.
And so, however begrudgingly, she trooped on up the stairs to deal with her new living arrangements. Though however much she tried in the days to come, she would never quite be able to explain how she ended up pointing a paint gun at him.
Her dear friend and captain however could pinpoint the exact moment that led to this dire encounter. He was incapacitated and that made feelings stir within him, namely boredom and bitterness. Now this deadly combination was obviously not going to bring about a peaceful conclusion to this situation, but really, when had life on that ship ever been peaceful? It just wasn't his year.
He did enjoy himself at first though, with Reimi forced into the role of nursemaid. He discovered that guilt was a very powerful tool indeed. Being a good captain, Edge enquired as to the state of the ship, he did this every time she entered the room thus prompting her to reply: "It's not like you ever did anything but tell us where you want this miserable death trap to go!" Among other things he forced her to lock Meracle and Sarah in a room and bring him pictures of the ensuing chase; convince Myuria that Faize would be the perfect subject for the next product she wanted to test (Myurian brand hair dye; guaranteed to get your hair to just the right shade of purple!) and, worst of all, tell Lymle that Bacchus really wanted to see the tricks she taught Cerberus, especially the one where she has him fetch scrap metal. That, Edge could tell you, was the last straw.
Now Reimi, being a kind and gentle soul (not to mention extremely terrified of the plots for revenge she knew were imminent), was not amused. In fact, she was annoyed. Before she knew what she was doing, she had gone into the Torture Chamber (Lymle's room, where the screams of the abused walls and furniture could be heard from miles away), extracted her newest device, the legendary paintball gun, the origins of which remain a mystery to this day.
She leveled the gun at him with practiced ease, the result of military training, and waited. She was pondering the ethical dilemma of shooting a man in a full-body cast when he spoke. He rose valiantly to his own defense with a weak whisper of: "Come on Reimi, you can't attack an injured man. Remember, make love not war?"
He was hopeful when she seemed to null it over and when the slow smile came across her face he knew he had managed to stave off another bout of humiliation. Then, she leaned in close to him, the space between them diminished so that he could see her more clearly than he ever had before…She really was beautiful…
"No mercy." She said, a grin replacing the seductive smile, the moment officially dead and gone. Edge's eyes widened in horror as her words registered, and she opened fire for sweet revenge and relief at long last.
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