The Whether's not very Mary
-akane-: Ok so I reopened it! Yeah! So I'm not to be held responsible if someone dislikes the killing. As in flaring because it's you dead. Lol. Not my fault someone doesn't like you~ so please enjoy the next chapter!
Mary Whether is a normal teenage girl. She liked cheer leading, cute boys, music, and cake. Her bleach blond hair was always pulled back with a blue ribbon and her lips held and eternal smile.
She was the most popular girl in the whole school, and she was coming to talk to me. I took in a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. I closed my eyes and waited.
"Afternoon, Fray-chan~ would you like to eat lunch with me and some friends?" she asked smiling so bright, it was blinding. Nothing compared to Sempai's high beam pearly whites, but enough to make you look away from her face. I focused my vision on the ground between us.
'I can't believe I have to do this,' I thought to myself. I put on a small fake smile and answered, "I'd be delighted."
She smiled and let out a happy squeal, turning and waving her friends over. The bunch of girls fast walked over and introduced themselves:
"Hi, Fray-chan! My name is Liza," said a short girl with short brown hair.
"G-greetings Fray-chan. I-I'm Terry," shyly said a tall girl with long red hair decorated with a white headband.
"Mandy's the name, don't wear it out~" said a cocky blond with shoulder length hair pointing to herself with her thumb.
I took a step back, feeling a bit claustrophobic. I smiled and gave a soft wave, "H-hello."
The group kidnapped me and took me to the 'Popular' table and they all began to chat and nibble at their salads. I felt completely out of place. I mean, besides being a male at a table full of chattering girls talking about guy's butts. They're all eating salads, and look at me munching down on fries and a cheeseburger and sipping at a soda.
"F-Fray-chan, do you always eat like that?" called in Terry in a soft voice.
I look up from my food and nod. She gasps and begins to tell everyone at the table. 'Great.'
They all look at me, then my food, and back to me. Somehow they find room and all scoot as close to me as possible and lean over the table and get in my face. "How do you keep such a good figure?" one asks.
I look down at my body; I certainly wasn't going to tell them it was all an illusion and that I was a dude. So I quickly thought of an answer. "Um… I don't really know. I guess it all goes to my boobs." If the Boss was going to force me to be a girl in high school, I was at least going to make an attractive illusion. I had long black hair and slightly big green eyes and full lips with a figure that curved in all the right places.
They all looked at me funny, like I had just farted of something. What did they want me to say? I do 50 sit ups and run for an hour a day? Like hell I'd do that! "Really?" Liza questioned.
"Yea~h…" I said slowly.
"Wow! You're amazing Fray-chan!" said Mary Whether.
"Why do you call me Fray-chan anyway?" I asked, "My name is Fraylin."
"I-I-I'm sorry Fraylin! If you don't like the nickname we can call you Fraylin?"
"Please do." I said dipping a fry into the ketchup and eating it.
"Alright, Fraylin it is!" chimed in Mary Whether.
The rest of lunch was spent listening to their conversations and gossip; I would input a little lie about my old school to satisfy them.
The lunch bell rang and everyone filed out of the cafeteria. I stood and threw away my trash and made my way to sixth hour Spanish.
I walked through the door right before the bell rang, and it was just my luck that the teacher had to grab my shoulder and turn me around to face him. I look up and stared him right in the eyes. He looked like the grumpy type, probably would have given me a detention if I hadn't given him a weird vibe. He turned me back around and pat my head like I was some child of his.
Mary Whether stood and said, "Mr.G, that's the new kid from Italy."
He smiled and said, "Well, introduce yourself."
I looked at the large class. It was filled with a ton of boys, only five girls. 'Great.'I cleared my throat, "Hi, my name is Fraylin." I felt no need for anything else and took an open seat it the back. I could feel eyes on me, like I was some new eye candy or something. Well I did look hot, so I could see why they would stare, but really in class? I closed my eyes and rested my chin on my hand. I opened my green eyes and looked out the window. It was fairly cold here at this time. I hate the cold. I looked at the white board and back out the window.
I spotted a note written in a small oval of fog on the glass of the window. It read "Meet me on the roof, PTR." 'Why did he come here?' I thought to myself. I watched the note disappear as the warmth from his breath faded. I raised my hand and looked at the teacher.
It took a while for him to notice my hand, but when he did he said, "Pregunta?"
I looked at him funny, I did know Spanish, but I didn't want him to know that otherwise he would expect too much from me. He repeated, "Question," with a smug accent to it.
"Yeah, may I go to the nurse? I'm not feeling so well…" I said changing the illusion to make me look pale.
"I guess… come and get a hall pass," he sighed picking up a small pink notebook.
I watched as he scribbled on the feminine paper then rip the piece out and hand it to me. "Thanks," I mumble as I walk to the door.
I leave the classroom and find my way to the roof. 'I'm freezing in this uniform!' Yes a uniform. And since I was a 'girl' I had to wear a skirt, and I am not liking the draft… the uniforms were plain. Black pleated skirt (pants for guys), white button up under shirt with a red bow (tie for guys), and a black jacket with the school crest on the left; simple really.
He was by the far end of the roof, standing in the light blanket of snow that had fallen that morning, leaning against the fence. His arms were crossed, eyes focused on the door I had just come out. I watched as his lips split into that big grin of his. I'm going to take a shot in the dark here, but I swear he's letting out a chuckle; that creepy one that he does all the time.
His arms dropped to his sides and pushed back on the fence, launching him straight up. He fixed his scarf, and pulled down on the beanie hat that covered his head. The snow crunched and left slight footprints as he slowly approached me. We were face to face now, inches apart.
"What are you doing here Bel-sempai? You're going to blow my cover," I said as his cold hand brushed my cheek and ran itself through my long hair.
"Ushishishi, I've got a disguise. See," he said pointing to his average cloths and hat.
"Yeah, so? I could spot you in a crowd easily. And I bet any guy high in the Mafia could too."
"Ushishi, of course you could spot me out~" his arms wrapped around me in a hug.
I was still. I blinked trying to see the light, but his chest covered my face. I took a deep breath inhaling his sent. I'd missed it, his sent. I let the sweet smell of sugar take me over; I wrapped my arms around him pulling us closer.
"I missed you Froggy…" he said softly into my ear.
"I missed you, too…. Sempai," I said lifting my head to look at his face.
His lips meet mine and I stand in bliss of a moment. But it was interrupted by a very loud announcement sent over the intercom. I waited until it was finished to speak. "Sempai, I think you should go."
"But why? I just got here."
"I can't stay up here forever with you. I have classes and I bet you have missions. Don't worry Sempai; I got this mission in the bag. It won't be long until I return home."
"I want to do something before you go though…" he said. His cold hand traveled under my skirt and under my panties. I gasped and griped his shirt in my fists as he gripped my butt cheeks.
"Sempai~ not here! Your hands are cold, too." I pleaded.
"I know Froggy, I just couldn't help myself~ ushishishi, you look so cute. But I do miss your hair, you look good in green." His fingers ran through my long hair once again.
"Thanks Sempai, but I really have to go," I got on my tiptoes and kissed his lips for a moment and a shiver ran up my spine. I turned and gave a wave before returning to the heated school.
I closed the door and began to walk down the stairs, looking back one last time as I leave the prince. I've got some work on my plate. And I just got out of class, time to get it done.
I had I high ranked mission, of great importance. There was a Mafia family that was planning on attacking the Vongola. So I had an infiltration mission, get into they're boss' life and take it.
It was just my luck that I found his daughter's accounts online one day. Everything I needed and more because he was stupid enough to let his daughter have all these social networking sites. It makes me laugh.
So here I am, working my way into his daughter's life. Working my way into their school, their home; it's just too easy.
I stride down the empty hallway, my hair and skirt swishing back and forth with each step. My heels make an echoing clank that nobody can hear. I cast an illusion to hide myself and spy in on Mary Whether's classes the rest of the day. English, algebra, PE. She's top of her class in them all. The perfect student…
I follow her home; her house is normal looking from here. I watched her disappear inside, into warmth. My day here is done. I turn the corner and undo my illusion and straighten my bow. I walk down the busy street with confidence, style and grace. My lips held a very tiny smile, an ignorant smile.
As I passed an ally, I felt watched. I was being followed. My eyes were searching for the cause of my instincts to act up. Nothing. I slowed my pace and pretended to do some window shopping. I could see a boy in a gray uniform out of the corner of my eye over by the light post walking my way.
I walked into my hotel, getting tired of this game. I got in the elevator and waited to get to the third floor, but to my dismay the boy from before was there too. It was just us in the elevator. We kept to ourselves, on opposite sides of the little metal box.
The third floor came and I got off, followed by him. I walked to room 315 at the end of the hallway. I put the key in its hole and turned it, unlocking the door. He was doing the same, to room 313. The room directly across the hall. "Good night," he said before shutting the door. Strange...
I shut the door and changed my clothes, and was myself once again. The monotone, emotionless illusionist of the Varia.
Each passing day was the same. School, spying, getting closer to Mary Whether, being followed, and each night would end with a 'Good night' from the boy across the hall.
It's been a whole week, and it's Friday. Today I was given an invitation to a party, at Mary Whether's house. Perfect. I went home early that day, no spying. This was my opportunity to get the boss.
I looked in the mirror. I took out a ribbon and tied my long hair back into a pony, then tore it out. I may be an illusionist, a master of disguise, but I wanted to be myself more than anything. I'm not a beautiful high school girl. I'm an orphan illusionist in the Mafia. I looked at the stranger in the mirror and slammed my fist on the counter. I picked up the flower vase and chucked it across the room. It smashed to pieces on the wall and fell to little pieces on the floor.
Come on Fran, this isn't the time to be having a melt down. I fixed my hair and walked to the closet and pulled out some green skinny jeans and a black top with a black and white striped jacket. I was a little tight, but good enough. I calm myself and walk out of the room. That boy was just coming home. He looked at me and smiled sweetly. I blushed a bit, and found a sudden interest in the floor.
"Going out today?" he asked opening his door.
"Y-yeah…I got invited to a party."
"Oh, a party you say? Might I be able to attend?" he asked, inviting me in. I slowly followed him into his suite. It was much fancier than the one I had. I sat on the couch, and he brought out a tray of tea. He poured a cup and asked, "Sugar?"
"Two cubes, please."
I watched as he dropped two cubes of sugar into my cup and stirred it. "Here." He handed me the cup.
"Th-thanks…" I take a sip of the hot tea. He sat down next to me and siped his black tea. There was an awkward silence for a moment, but then he cleared his throat and asked, "So where is this party?"
"At a friend's house. I was just going there actually."
"I see. So that uniform you normally wear, are you going to the high school a few blocks away?" he takes another sip and leans back relaxing.
"Yes, I actually just moved here." I said, making small talk.
"Hmhm," he chuckled, "I noticed. Nobody has been in that room of yours in the three years I've lived here."
"Do you live by yourself?"
He looks into his half empty cup and noded, "My parents divorced, and I didn't want to be mixed up in the madness. So I left home and took care of myself."
"That's rough. But at least you knew your parents. I'm an orphan."
"That must suck eggs," he said.
I chuckled a bit at his words and set down my empty cup on the try. "Well, I really must be going. I guess you could come if you want…"
"Sounds fun. I think I will, I just need to change. I'll be back in a moment."
I sat on the couch and waited. But why was I waiting? Bel… Bel is my lover. But what's this I feel inside? It's like the tea I just had. I was normal, but one sip of this guy's personality warmed each part of me as it slipped into my body. He was very kind without his hands all over me, or getting sex out of it.
And that was something I liked. Something I secretly yearned for, but never had. I had been used for pleasure all my life, even at the boy's home I stayed at. The first time… the first time I was raped happened when I was ten, by a boy that was five years older than me. If my memory serves me right, his name was Yamato. I was young; I was stupid and didn't know what to do. He called it 'Our Little Game' and he always wanted to play at night, in the tree house in the woods. Far enough in the trees that nobody would hear my muffled screams. Still, I never told anybody; because after each time he would say the four words I desperately wanted to hear. "I love you, Fran." And each time he would spend the next day with me, giving me piggy back rides everywhere so nobody would suspect anything when I couldn't walk and stumbled around. He would flatter me with comments and treated me with such kindness, brushing my hair and feeding me his sweets at dinner. The horrid nights were worth the price of the next day.
I snap out of my thoughts when the door to the bedroom opens and he walks out in blue jeans and a green, black and white plaid button up with a black tie. His wheat blond hair was pulled back in a pony with his bangs sloppily hanging around his face. He was also wearing a pair of glasses now, rectangular shaped.
"I just need to get my shoes," he said softly. He sat down next to me and put on his shoes. This guy had great fashion sense.
"Ready?" I ask as he tied his shoe laces.
"Yep, I'm really glad you invited me. It's been a while since I went to a good party."
I nodded and we left the hotel. There was the awkward silence, as we walked down the sidewalk. I remained silent secretly glancing at him while we walked. 'You know, I don't even know his name…'
"Umm… what's your name?"
"Oh, how rude of me. My name is Yamato," he said looking at me and smiling sweetly. Under my illusion my face was obstructed. My eyes were filled with fear, the thoughts of Yamato were bubbling back up. 'Get a hold of yourself Fran, it's just a coincident he has the same name as him. It's nothing.'
I hadn't even noticed but I had stopped walking. "Hey, ummm… person. Are you alright?" Yamato asked waving a hand in front of my face.
I looked up at the taller male and faked a smile. "My name is Fraylin."
"That's a pretty name."
"Thanks," I say beginning to walking again. It was silent the rest of the way, but only for like five minutes. We reached Mary Whether's door and I knocked. There was a faint sound of music, and people could be seen dancing through the windows.
The door opened quickly and there stood Mandy. She smiled at me and winked. We walked in and she pulled me close in a hug and whispered, "Dude, you totally scored with that guy. He's hot!" I just hugged back and smiled at her.
I looked back at him. He was looking around the room, his hands shoved deep into his pant's pockets. His face was expressionless. I poked his arm to get his attention, and he looks at me with a small grin.
"I'm getting a drink," I mouth, the music drowning out my voice. He noded and fallowed me to the drink table. I never liked going to big parties like this, but something about this house gave me the creeps. Mary Whether hopped over to me from across the room. She grabbed my hand pulling me into the next room with a smile.
After she shut the door her smile faded. She stared daggers at me while I stood there dumbstruck. "Um… Mary Whe-"
"Save it Fraylin. I know who you really are Fran."
The jig was up.
The cat was out of the bag.
She knew who I was, but for how long? "So the infamous Varia really came~ I can hardly believe it. And I bet you've come to kill our boss?" she said hand on hip.
"So you figured it out. Take me to your boss and I promise not to hurt you," I say trying to make a deal.
She giggled, holding a hand over her mouth. "You think you're so smart, don't you? What if I told you I was the boss, and I killed my father for the spot; would you believe it?"
I narrowed my eyes and gave her a good look over. Was she lying? Hmmm, well if she isn't I could end this now. I created an illusion and tangled her in vines. She, not seeing it coming, began to squirm. "If you're lying, you better speak up because you're about to die." Out of nowhere an explosion was set off at the other end of the room. A group of men ran in with guns pointed at me. So, she was the boss…
In one move I tightened the vines. They sliced threw her flesh and bones and she was diced into pieces. Her blood shot out, creating a good cover for me as I ran out the door, only to hit Yamato. I rubbed my blood covered head and grabbed his hand running out of the house.
I cast another illusion over the two of us as we ran down the street. "Why did we leave? Where are we going? What's going on? Fraylin?" he asked one after another, but I didn't listen. I just ran like hell.
We ran for thirty minutes it seemed; Just endless running, one foot after another over and over. Finally I slowed and he stopped to rest, hand on his knees. I just stand scanning our surroundings.
"Fraylin? What's going on?" he asked again, looking up at me.
I found no point in hiding it now, I released my illusion. My chest fell flat, and hair shortened and turned green; my face becoming the empty void, showing no hint of emotion.
He stared at me curiously. "Fr-"
"I'm not Fraylin. I'm an assassin, in the Mafia."
He was still staring at me, and it was getting slightly creepy. "Fran…?" He spoke my name. I was a bit surprised, but I didn't let it show. So he was my childhood friend.
"Fran, is that you?" he asked again, walking closer to get a better look.
"Yamato…" I said looking down.
"So it is you! It's been a long time, too long if you ask me," he said with a smile.
"So was that story, about you parents-"
"No, my foster parents split."
"Oh, well, sorry." I said finally looking up at him. I hadn't noticed it, but he was standing rather close. His brown eyes were looking right into mine. I remember those warm chocolate eyes, even it there were glasses now.
"So how have you been?" he asked like we had just met at a high school reunion. It's weird, knowing somebody for almost all your child hood, and then they're gone. And when you meet them on coincidence, you don't know what to say. You knew them as a child, but they're favorite book isn't going to One fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish. They're favorite food isn't still going to be mac n' cheese, and eat it at every meal.
"It's going. After you left, I stayed at the boy's home until I was 18. Then I went to school for a little bit."
"What's your job?" he asked. It was like we were playing 20 questions, I hate that game.
"Well I wanted to be a librarian, but I'm an assassin. But I guess its alright; the library at HQ is pretty big." I said shifting my feet from side to side.
"So you're what 21?" he asked pushing his glasses up in the nose.
"Yeah…"
"Well you've grown up, but you still look a lot like a girl," he said laughing.
"What about you, Yamato, what do you do?"
"I work at the internet café down the street, but I have to fix computers one the side."
There was another awkward silence. "A gay baby was just born," he said.
"What?"
"Never mind."
"FROG!" All the sudden the blonde prince came out of nowhere. He was standing between me and Yamato, "So did you finish?"
"Yes Bel-sempai."
"Sweet, now you can come home," He said grinning evilly.
"Who's this," Yamato mouthed pointing to the prince.
"Sempai, this is Yamato. He and I were… closeback at the boy's home; Yamato, this in my Sempai." I said introducing them.
Yamato stuck out his hand for a handshake and smiled. Bel looked at the protruding hand and said, "The Prince does not converse with commoners."
He took his hand back and shoved it in his pocket and gave a light laugh. "Frog, lets go." He grabbed my hand and started pulling my down the street.
"Yamato, you better lay low for a while. They might come after you," I said looking back.
"Who's ganna come for me?"
"Mafia people!" I yelled from across the street. He said something back, but I didn't hear it.
"Peasant, why were you talking to him?" asked the prince.
"He was nice to me when I was younger."
"Well the Prince doesn't like it."
'Too bad'
-akane-: So I'm real sorry bout the long wait. I was thinking of a plot and started to type but then was shipped off to Grandma's with only like 30 min to the computer 2 times in the 2 weeks I was there. Then I totally had writers block. Sorry for any grammar mistakes! And I think it's just me, but this chapter totally sucked! Not really a good fight scene, and there was simply no point. But that's just me. Tell me what you think in a review~
A shout to skullkitty27! Thanks to the review, but I didn't get your email. It doesn't show up on the site when you try to send it. But my email is on my profile so you can contact me from there~
Koori Hime-sama: Yes, this is Akane's younger friend who is significantly better at spelling than her. *Gets hit with a fan by Akane* You may have noticed (but probably didn't) that 'follow' was spelled correctly in this context. That was all me! :) The other 'fallow' refers to un-tilled ground. She didn't know that there were 2 kinds of 'follow'… Anyways, I just wanted to let you know that I edited this story… but there was so much that I skipped some paragraphs. :D
-akane-: yeah, as you may have noticed from my other fics, I sux eggs at spelling. Lol she's trying to eat my hands! She's got the rumblies that only hands can satisfy~! Lol Carl.
Koori Hime-sama (from the next room): "I SUX EGGS" DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE!
-akane-: that's the whole point~ :D