No need for Chaos
The teal-haired woman paced fiddling with her fingers mulling over the events that took place in the last couple of hours or days. Her fingers traveled to the end of her ponytail twirling the soft hair, what will come of this—life imprisonment for assisting a space pirate, life without parole? Kiyone felt her throat tightened. There was no way she can regain her reputation after this. She winced as the whining blond began yanking at her arm.
"Kiyone, that does not sound good. What could it be? What is happening, Kiyone? I am scared!" Mihoshi cried.
Pulling her arm away and messaging her sore arm. "Obviously airhead, something has happened Mihoshi!" Kiyone peers up and down the empty corridor. "Whatever it maybe we are safer in here."
A hooded figure bowed behind a wall in another sector regarding a miniature device on their wrist. Stalking the two red triangular shapes representing the guards moving to the opposite sides of the screen. Hearing the footfalls of one approaching the corner, they leaned forward readied. The booted foot within a meter of their own was sufficient distance to drape a strong arm around the unsuspecting guard's neck. The guard beat the wall with one arm while the other struggled to reach the garb that covers their attacker's face. The muffles quieted as he went limp. Squinting their eyes shut and dropping the armed man with a thud, the cowled figure let out an annoyed groan. Removing the blaster from his hip their gloved hands hurriedly palmed the chest pockets finding the activation key.
Sprinting through the entryway and cutting the corner to the cells, they swiftly set the activation key face down. Crossing the threshold to the hall that was already filled with bickering and wailing, the location was correct.
"Now this is a rare sight." The woman grinned at the two bewildered officers.
He held her hand in his, mind vacant merely yearning and anxiousness for her to open those champagne brown eyes. He was beginning to realize more and more that there was a stark difference between what was a house and home. A house was simply an escape from his fake façade of being a cold manner individual and home is where he can be vulnerable, where he can heal; and to share it with a lover is the greatest fairy tale ending. This woman was his weakness, and he could not help it. A knock on the door jolted him out of his musing, and like a habit, he places her hand beneath the comforter.
"Good Morning." Hüma greeted him attempting to cover her bitterness knowing he was engaging in his one-sided conversations with the unresponsive woman.
"Morning." He inspected a paper on his desk evading her watchful eyes. He could not cover his bitterness, for late in the night, Akio made sure to raise hell for hours outside the bedroom door. He let out a sigh and began drumming his fingers on the keypad as if he forgot something. Hüma immediately took notice of the changes in the room, the makeshift office stood across the king-sized bed to keep vigilant of his love and possibly who tends to her. Moving to the other side, she shifted her gaze at him once more, she knew he was frustrated by his frequent deep breathes; he eventually flung his spectacles to the side scratching his neatly groomed beard, irritatingly.
"Your mother was uncontrollable last night. If only, you did not ignore her; all of us would not have had to endure her constant screaming and ducking as she thrashes things around." Hüma rubbed her temples reminiscing.
"May I remind you that you are on duty." His brows furrowed replacing his glasses.
"Pardon me, your highness." She toyed hearing him sigh heavily once more.
Ryoko had no concept of time, when that golden medallion rose in the sky, she trekked through the forest with her four-legged companion. She painstakingly decided this was life after death, and this place was sacred; a frisson of joy. Her pallid hand reached for the crown of 'Ghost' she felt rueful that she hiked through the congregation of woods and untrained foliage for an extended length of time without offering the canine any food, water or rest—but it is the afterlife, right?
"We are almost there, bud." The muddy leaves smeared her feet and painted her tattered dress. A sweet breeze swathed her, and she exhaled in gratitude. Flickering her eyes shut she moved her arms away from her body in a plane-like shift, the dewy air caressed her skin with each stride she made; her mind was becoming clear and resolute.
This was her destiny, she now had command of her mind, body, and soul.