53) Deal with the Devil
Lucien hadn't slept a wink since Mira's arrival. Ever since she sat him down on that desk, he hasn't stopped working, not even to eat or go to the bathroom. And now, he needed to go really bad. No! he thought, remembering the poor soul who'd gotten his head literally smashed into a pulp. Just a little bit longer. Oh God, please don't make me piss all over myself. Please, please, please...
Suddenly, his phone vibrated, scaring him so bad that whatever he'd been holding in for the past hour just gushed down his pants. Ah, fuck it. Holding the phone to his ear, he said, "Hello?"
"Nice job putting your number on the fridge", said the voice on the other line, making his blood run cold in his veins. "What, were you expecting one of the cute maids to call you?"
"M-Mira".
"Yes, dear?" she replied cheerfully. "Can you come to the kitchen? I want to talk to you".
"Al-alright".
Just as he was about to hang up, she said, "Don't make me wait. I want you here in 5 minutes".
Quickly, he threw the phone onto his desk as if it were a hot coal and ran for all he was worth. That damn bitch.
He approached the kitchen's double doors with great precaution, wondering if they were booby-trapped. Nah, she won't bother, he thought, putting a hand against the door. Why would she when she can kill me with her eyes closed?
As soon as he pushed it open, the smell of bacon quickly invaded his senses. Seeing the source brought a smile to his face; at the stove, a brunette was making scrambled eggs for breakfast. Looking around, he saw no sign of the silver-haired assassin so he decided to creep up behind the brunette. Before he could even put his arms around her waist, she turned around, grinning a familiarly creepy grin.
Ho-holy shit.."Mi-Mira!" he yelped, wheeling backwards till he flipped over the table behind him. She was still there, grinning maliciously down at him as he pulled himself up onto a seat. "Uh...um..."he swallowed hard, tugging at his collar nervously. "Y-you look different".
She laughed, setting down breakfast in front of him. "Way to state the obvious. So, you hungry?"
Lucien stared at the scrambled eggs in front of him, and his stomach started rumbling. He looked up at Mira, who was still smiling down at him. "I'll take that as a yes", she said, setting the table for two.
Mira helped herself to breakfast, and ate steadily while he just stared at the food, wondering if it had been poisoned. It can't be though...it looks too damn good.
He felt a pair of eyes on him, and he looked up to find that Mira had stopped eating to stare at him. He stared back for all he was worth, and after a while, he found that he wasn't all that intimidated by her anymore. With the silver hair hidden under dye and those creepy blue eyes covered with contacts, she looked just like a normal person.
"Well what are you waiting for? An invitation?"she said, pushing the skillet towards him. "Eat up, or I will".
Immediately, Lucien scooped up a heap onto his plate and shoved a little too much into his mouth, almost choking himself to death. Shit, I'm dying! I'm--
From behind him, a hard blow crashed onto his back, making him spew out everything all over the table.
"Okay, now that's just disgusting", said Mira, hitting him upside the head. "Didn't your Mom ever teach you to chew? Damn".
As Lucien gulped down his water, Mira had already made her way back to her seat. "I used to cook for the whole squad, you know", she said, randomly flicking off bits of egg off the table. "And none, and I mean absolutely none of them complained about my cooking. Not even Xanxus. So what the hell makes you so fucking special that you're just gonna puke it all out?"
"I'm sorry!" he blurted, his glass shaking in his hands. "I swear, I didn't mean to! It was--it was good, really it was! And you didn't poi--" Oops, he thought, immediately clapping a hand to his mouth. Better shut up before--
"Of course I didn't poison it, you dumbass", she said, rolling her eyes at him. "You know, you're pretty damn stupid for a computer genius".
He was about to speak, when she leaned over the table, smiling like the Cheshire cat. "I've heard about you. Lucien Dominador, son of Concezio Domidanor and well...you never really knew Mommy, did you?"
He was speechless. She knows...
"Ah, that's right", she continued. "Mommy got around, didn't she? So after she gave birth to you, she left you on Daddy's doorstep and disappeared forever. Well, she didn't really disappear, no...she just shacked up with a lowlife drug lord in Sicily. Is that right?"
"That was a long time ago", he replied, putting as much conviction in his voice as he could. "I've forgotten about it".
"Oh, is that right?" Her voice dripped with condescension. He hated the way she smiled when she knew she was right--scratch that, he hated the way she smiled, period. "So tell me: Why did you join Varia?"
Lucien remembered his father's corpse, rotting in the basement of his workshop. He was nothing more but a humble woodworker, and he was killed by that waste of space, that man his mother decided to call her husband.
He wanted her to pay, her and her lousy husband. He wanted them to pay in blood.
He looked up at Mira's face, and the smile was gone, replaced by an impenetrable poker face. "I can finish those maggots off for you. It'll be easy, just like turning off a light". Her hand traced the rim of his glass, freezing and crackling instantly against her touch. "I can make their deaths as painless as possible. I can make them hurt if you want them to".
"W-why would you want to do that?"
Mira chuckled lightly, a sound that came bubbling up from her throat. "Because I can. Because they deserve it. And because they made you suffer". She smiled as she saw his wide eyes. "That's more than enough of a reason, don't you think?"
For the first time since he'd met her, he didn't stutter when he asked, "What the catch?"
"Think of my...extermination services as an early paycheck. That and your life", she replied. "That's more than what I usually offer to people. So what do you say?" she extended a hand out to him. "Can I trust you?"
Looking down at it, her hand was as smooth and as unassuming as any woman's, but knowing what power lay behind him scared the hell out of him. There's no turning back, he thought, taking her hand in a firm grip. "So what do you want me to do now?"
Mira grinned, surprising him by how it wasn't at all like the maniacal grin she'd given him when they first met. "You're eager. I like that. But no....now, I'd like you to take a shower".
Lucien was only too eager to get out of her sight. Take a shower, got it. Before his body completely left the door, Mira called after him, saying, "And change those damn pants, would you?!"
Begrudgingly, he nodded. Whatever you say, Boss.
I make her seem like such a bully...T_T
ahhh, I may have corrupted a perfectly good character....
