Animosity

Chapter 1 : They Hadn't Notice

"Is there a reason why you followed me?" a 12 years old dark haired boy walked through the theme park annoyed by the young brunette of the same age who keeps following him.

"Because I'm lost you idiot!" the brunette exclaimed.

"Then find your parents. Don't follow me."

"I didn't come with my parents. I came with Dorota!" like he knew who that was.

"Okay, find Dorota."

"I don't want to be taken away by strangers in this horrid place. Who knows what kind of germs they would put in?" the brunette was a snob, surely.

"Well, haven't you realized that I'm a stranger?" the boy looked back, stopping his pace now.

"I… No…" she wasn't sure what to say. The boy continued his pace and she didn't follow. Thank God.

But the boy was a nice boy. He wasn't a jerk. He felt guilt and sorry right away. He looked back and saw the girl stand still on the same spot. She looked down, trying to freeze any tears from flowing. The boy sighed heavily, and thought, "What if it was Jenny?"He went back.

"Hey," he stood in front of her. She looked up. "Got a name?" She looked at him wearily.

"Blair."

"Dan," he smiled. "Now we're not strangers anymore."

The girl couldn't help but smiled back.

"Now tell me, Blair, why did you follow me?"

"Because," she wasn't sure why, but decided to just speak her thoughts. "You seemed trustworthy."

10 years later

It is Sunday, bright and sunny in the Upper East Side. Grand gestures of parading Gucci and Channel were seen in rays of women of the city. The sun did shamefully compared to their bright smiles, as one by one the women of Upper East Side stroll to the depths of Ralph Lauren and Bvlgari. It is one of the days where summer was coming, and new outfits were to be worn, cheer bright colors to compliment the season.

But one seemed to miss out on these events. In fact, Gossip Girl herself had noted the missing brunette who was the priority of these days. Some say she visited her parents in France, some say she is off to Venice beach, some say she is strolling like a princess in Monaco.

But no. Only her mother figure Dorota knew that she has been locking herself in her penthouse, and only she knows why.

In a room filled with flowery scents, lavender to be exact, blue on the wallpaper, Audrey Hepburn's image nailed to the wall and bed luxurious as a Queen should rest upon, Blair Waldorf was suffocating. Yes. She was panicking all at the same time pulling a straight face.

"Miss Blair," Dorota peeked in. Blair was still in the same position as 2 hours ago, sitting in the middle of her bed, feet tucked in, silk pajama rumpled and ice cream in hand. Laptop in front, Breakfast at Tiffany's were on, she is concentrating, or was concentrating. No she was just looking at the wall, hiding under her lashes.

"Miss Blair."

"Can you buy me pizza?" she suddenly looked up. Dorota was shocked.

"You have never eaten pizza since you were 8," Dorota ran to her 22 years old maiden quickly, holding her hand. "Do not let Chuck Bass make you eat pizza."

"Silly!" she was a bit hurt hearing the name. But she wasn't letting it get her, and Dorota was right, Chuck Bass will not make you eat pizza.

"I need more of these then," Blair pointed to her Haagen Dasz.

"That was your third one," Dorota said worriedly.

"Then let us go to the fourth shall we," Blair gave the perfect fake smile.

Dorota sighed. She went out of Blair's room. When she was about to take another ice cream, she saw the phone on the counter. Immediately, she took it and dialed a number.

"Miss Serena?"

Bored. To. Death.

Three simple figurative words to show how waiting in his cubicle bore him. He had gone through 3 babbling married couple yesterday, so he supposedly needed the break, right. Nope. Dan Humphrey was bored. He couldn't write what he wants, or generally his type of genre. He was stuck in the local newspaper writing about marriage in the Society Page. He was bored. But to understand the real reason, he chose to bore himself in the office on a Sunday, he chose to not write what he wants, he chose to be stuck in the local newspaper, he chose to write about matrimony. So he had none to blame but himself.

He looked up and saw his neighbor, Neil, typing furiously on his laptop. "What the fuck are you doing here on a Sunday?"

"Trying not to mope around my house because Judy is such a bitch," his neighbor answered. Dan looked further onto the laptop. 'I Hate Judy' was typed all over.

"You know, Bill Gates invented copy and paste," he offered and his neighbor stopped typing to look at him. He had annoyed face all over. "What happened with Judy?"

"She's the most stuck up brat I have ever met. I mean I bought her a 2000 dollar ring, which is not at all cheap. But when I get on my one poor fractured…."

"It was never fractured," Dan interrupted but the guy ignored.

"Bruised knee and held the ring to her, she got upset it's not Harry Winston. For fuck sake, I wanted to marry her!"

"So she said no," Dan swirled around in his chair.

"No."

"She said yes?" he stopped his chair.

"No," Neil said, before he realized the mock in Dan's face. "You dumbass!"

"Then get her the Harry Winston ring," he offered.

"Oh yeah. I'm not Mr. Hotshot Writer like you, if you could see. I don't make money like you. People give you jobs. I had to find one!" Neil started typing again. He stopped and looked at Dan. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Who, me? I'm… working," Dan gave a weak answer.

"Yeah. Working. I see that you sitting around doing nothing, really nice work," Neil looked at him. "What's up?"

"Nothing," it was an honest answer. Sad too. He literally had nothing but his job. He went to the office because his loft was reeking the same oddness like it does 10 years ago, Veselka was closed for renovations and there was no dinner he had to go with his estranged dad. Or should he say he is the estranged son.

Dan left the office after Neil pushed him to the exit, saying something on the lines of "You're 23, be 23". Neil was almost 30, had marriage in planning and even if he called Judy a bitch a couple more than he should, he was really in a stable relationship, and a really big tight family. Dan had one night stands, a few failed relationships and an unfinished resolution with his dad. But at this time, he didn't feel to fix anything, as he hadn't thought that his life was miserable. He had a steady job, pays good cash and often takes the pride in being good with his job. So he wasn't changing anything.

He looked at the skyscrapers of New York. "Fuck it."

A bright blonde entered Blair's penthouse, memorized every inch of the house like it was her own. It used to be, but not until she moved in with her golden boyfriend. She saw the nervous Dorota peeking into Blair's room. She went to her, giving her a small pat on the shoulder.

"Miss Serena!" Dorota was glad. She was very glad. "Thank goodness you are here! I have been worried sick of Miss Blair. She keeps eating and moped around her bed, watching Audrey again and again and never ever she had that monotone face with me. Ever!"

Serena looked in. Blair did have a monotone expression, which she usually does when she's sad. Blair Waldorf does not cry in front of people, that she knows of her best friend. But to not cry in front of Dorota, this is the case that even Blair was in denial.

"Blair?" Serena popped in her head. The brunette looked up to her best friend, her sister. "Hey."

"Hey."

It wasn't a cheerful greeting, but Serena could slowly see that Blair is breaking. They bonded as sisters since they were born, and only Serena Van der Woodsen could crack Blair off her façade.

"What did Chuck do this time?"

Blair was quiet. She looked at her spoon, managing her own reflection. Serena sat on the edge of the bed. She saw that the movie on her laptop was rolling its credits.

"Did he cheat or…"

"No he didn't cheat. Chuck would never do that," Blair said defending the guy that hurt her.

"Then…"

"It's not Chuck. It's me. I'll get over it and we'll be fine," Blair smiled, a genuine one, almost anyway. Serena didn't believe her one bit, but realized that Blair won't talk until she decides to, and she will give Blair that space.

"Okay then," Serena said rubbing her best friend's elbow. "But if you need anyone to talk to, I'll be right here." She heard a cough from the door. "And Dorota too."

Blair smiled and nodded. She was still suffocating though.

"I on the other hand, have some pretty good news!" Serena beamed. If she couldn't ask Blair what was wrong, she ought to cheer her best friend. Blair actually perked up because it was hard not to when Serena was so bright.

"My mom's gonna get married!"

Blair's perk was shot down into a frown. And slowly, she turned back into her old self.

"I don't think you realize this S, but your mom kinda suck in marriages," Blair said, her old traits were back. Blunt honesty. Serena was about to protest but Blair stopped her. "What is this, the 6th marriage?"

"Fifth. And don't judge her like that. She deserves to make mistakes," Serena said.

"Those 4 divorces means she makes a lot of mistakes by marrying them," Blair said, stretching her arms and ready to go off her bed.

"No. No, this is different!" Serena was glad Blair was off from her bed. And her snappy sharp self was also back.

"How different exactly?" Blair had gone through her wardrobe, finding something to wear.

"He's from Brooklyn, and he was a rockstar!" Serena beamed when Blair scrunched her nose, tossing a few garments on her bed.

"Wow. That is different," Blair said, matching some colors on her outfit. "I'll give him 3 months."

"Blair…"

"Fine, four. Tops!" Blair found her outfit for the day.

"Blair…" Serena tried to hide her giggles. "No, this guy, Rufus, is different. He's a long lost love. You see, they actually had a relationship before, when he was a rocker and my mom was a groupie."

"Your mom was a groupie? Should have seen that one," Blair said, mocking a surprise. Serena gave a look. "Fine, I'll be quiet now."

"But it didn't last and they separated, but 25 years later, they meet again in his gallery on an opening, and everything restarts," Serena finished. She was very giddy about it that Blair changed her mind on saying 'What kind of name is Rufus?'

"Well, that is good for her then," Blair said sincerely. Everyone deserved to be loved. Everyone but her. She felt sick and twisted about herself. She felt that the only person she belongs to was the guy that would ultimately break her heart, over and over again. But what makes her sick was her running back to him, as always.

"We're having dinner tonight too together as a family," Serena said before she realized that something was off about Blair again. "You should come." She said without thinking.

"What?" Blair blinked. Serena thought again, it wasn't a bad idea. "Serena, it's your family's dinner, I'm not…"

"You are my sister Blair, and I'm sure my mom would love to have you," Serena offered a small smile. Blair accepts, both smile and invitation.

"Alright what the hell," Blair said, and Serena threw her hands around Blair. "Only if I get to mock Brooklyn Hubby's wardrobe after the dinner!"

"Blair!" Serena smiled.

Blair was happy with Serena. She was always comforted when Serena was around. Serena held her up and likewise. They are sisters, and they won't separate. But a thought lingers for the time they will have to part as likely women always do. Serena is in love, and she could be married any time. And Blair would be left all alone with Chuck. She loved him, too much perhaps. She lets it be. Because no one would want a soulless and depraved Blair Waldorf. She should stick to her own kind.

Dan looked at his phone and saw 'Dad' on his ID. "Yeah?"

"Hey son," as always, things got awkward. "Um, are you free tonight?"

"I… uh… I guess I am. Dinner?" Dan appreciated his father's gesture to reconnect with his son. His dad wasn't the problem though, he is, and he doesn't show any effort in returning the gesture.

"Yeah. Only we're having dinner at a… a friend's house," his dad said. This was new to Dan. Usually they order some Chinese take outs, eat at his dad's home, watching a game, drink some beer and left.

"Oh, where is it?"

"I'll text you the address. And uh… dress up a little."

"Okay," he heard silence, and when he was about to hang up, his father said the most awkward sentence in the Humphrey's life.

"I love you son."

Dan was surprised that his father even said that, all he could answer was, "Yeah." And he hung up, a second too quickly. He realized that he should claimed himself as a jerk because there was his father trying everything he could to have his son back, and he backed out of his father's life. He didn't know what made him further from his dad. They used to be close, but what happened? His parents got a divorce, but he wasn't exactly defending his mother's infidelity. So what happened? He really didn't want to think on why, when he exactly knew what had happened.

The text from his dad came in and he read the address. "Upper East Side huh?" He actually hated the area. He went to St. Jude School for Boys, being an outcast for 4 consecutive years. It didn't matter that he goes unnoticeable because the name of that school had merited him into Dartmouth. What he hated was how superficial everyone was over there and how it made him so judgmental. Mostly he thought it was just him but the fact that he was okay in any area other than the Upper East Side shows that the area was to blame as well.

Dan made his way back to the office after he had lunch and 3 coffees with a box of cigarette finished. He moped around for a bit but it wasn't really satisfying to have strangers looking like he's on crack. Maybe because he hasn't trimmed his hair for so long its shagginess was bothering people. He went into his office's building and scanned for Neil. Seemed like he was gone. He sat in his cubicle, tracing a few circles on the table and caught a pencil and a paper. Like the writer he is, he drafted down some ideas. Some were preposterous and some were actually quite clever. But here was the thing, these ideas never turned into anything than just an idea. He had stopped mussing the ideas after awhile because it wasn't as epitomized in his head when he continued.

He hadn't heard his boss, Peter Dawn stoop up to his cubicle. "Daniel, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, hey Pete," he looked up and hide his stash of ideas. "Nothing, I was just taking some stuff I had forgotten."

"Oh. But it's good that you're here. I have a new piece ahead for you for the Society Page. The Lady offered lots of cash for one whole page. It's her 5th marriage in two months and you will record her days to the altar," Peter got excited and didn't realize Dan's frown on the words 5th marriage. "And she insisted it to be your writing. Such a hotshot writer eh!" Peter patted his shoulder. Suddenly Dan felt bad about Neil. It was true, jobs were given to him.

"Okay then, I'll start tomorrow by tending some meetings with the couple. Leave their contact with me," Dan said pushing his chair from his table. This is his life. Writing on other's happiness. He was good in nurturing beautiful words.

"I have it right here actually. Hold still," as he flipped his blackberry on.

"Who's the lucky couple?"

"I forgot the guy's name but the lady is Lily Van der Woodsen," Peter said as he went through some names on the screen. "Ah ha. Got a pen?" Dan handed him his sticky note and a pen. He wrote accordingly and gave it back to Dan. "I'm telling you Dan, this will be huge, Lily Van der Woodsen is not some lady, she is THE lady. Flowing cash, not a bad looker too, and runs half of Bass Inc. which was by the way her ex's company. The guy who is marrying her, very lucky bastard, if you know what I mean." Peter winked but Dan wasn't sure he was getting the clue.

"You do this job good, I'm giving you your own matrimony column!" Peter said and Dan smirked.

"You said that before the Wilson's wedding which was last year, and I'm still stuck in this cubicle," Dan pushed his chair towards his table.

"This time I will fulfill it, I promise!"

"Just give me a fucking bonus and we'll call it a day alright," Dan took his pencil and a paper.

"I'm on it right now!" and then Peter left him alone in the office. He liked the office, it was quiet but still you could hear the rumblings of New York from it. It was the same in the loft but he wasn't as fascinated with it as he had before.

Bored again.

He looked at his sticky note, Lily Van der Woodsen's number were on it. Curiosity was on him because of the 5th marriage thing. Why would she parade a fifth marriage after failing the other four? One whole page? He opened his laptop and keyed in her name. At the very least he could make an estimation on who the lady was.

A blonde, hair in a bun, dress from silk, an integrated smile, heels to punctuate her posture. A classy lady. Dan could read everything she wanted for the article already. Class. He scrolled again and saw that she is an Upper East Side queen. "What is it with my life and the Upper East Side so suddenly?" He scrolled down again and found a recent picture of the lady and her children. The daughter looks of his age and the son was younger. It took awhile for Dan to realize that the man behind them was none other than Rufus Humphrey, his father, clean off his scruff, in a suit and hair all gelled.

Confusion struck him.

"Does this one makes me look like I gained weight?" Blair asked, watching herself on the mirror, swirling her dress around. Dorota was about to answer, but Blair cut her. "It's not summer yet so flowy dress was not really proper." Blair went back to the closet.

Dorota was still worried. Blair came back to her senses to fast, as if she was only mimicking she was okay, but she was not. Serena may have assured her that Blair would be fine, but this was different, something was not right. Blair was different.

"I think this is the outfit," Blair went out with a beige blouse and a black laced skirt. She looked at the mirror, satisfied finally. "It will do." That line scared Dorota because Blair never settled onto an outfit, it is either perfection or disastrous.

"Miss Blair…"

"Chop chop Dorota. I have to go. I'll be back before you know it," Blair took her purse and went out of her room with Dorota tailing her. Blair took her coat before pressing down the elevator.

"Miss Blair, are you sure you are okay?" Dorota was very worried. Blair looked at her, or rather pretend to look at her when she focused her mind on the wall behind. Still, she couldn't lie to her mother figure.

"I'll be fine. I always do," Blair assured her. With that, Blair was off to the Van der Woodsen's penthouse.

First, she was greeted by Eric, Serena's brother who seemed to be wearing plaid. She always loved Eric, like a brother she never had, so she saved her insults. Maybe Brooklyn Hubby had influenced him. She looked around and there was Lily talking to Serena, and they were setting the table in the dining room. Or he influenced them.

"Blair! I'm so glad you're here!" Serena said, putting down some mashed potato.

"Yeah, where's the cater waiter?" Blair asked as she greeted her best friend and Lily.

"Oh, we are doing some home cooked meal today," Lily said. She looked different to Blair. She looked genuinely happy.

"By home cooked meal, she meant ordering some from Rachael Ray and setting it up here," Serena laughed.

"Wow, looks like this guy is different," Blair offered, looking at various food that was so not Lily's style. "What was his name again? Roufer?"

"Rufus… Humphrey," Serena poured wine into two glasses. "And he is very good looking too." Serena looked back to see Lily was out of view. "Rufus is a hipster but mom actually convinced him to shave, cut his hair and wore suits!"

"Well, thank God. I couldn't stand a hipster's clothing. But to tell you the truth, they are brilliant in their thoughts of life," Blair said, trying to compliment, but she wasn't sure. "Sometimes." Serena smiled. "Where's the guy though?"

"Oh, he's fetching his kids. He has a son who is our age and a daughter who is Eric's age," Serena said when Lily came back with a bowl of salad. Blair would be only eating that for sure.

"Hopefully, Rufus will succeed in bringing his son," Lily sighed while looking at the set up on the table.

"Why do you say that?" Blair asked.

"Well, his son is kinda… distant," Serena answered. "We had lunch and dinners before with Rufus and his daughter, but never seen his son."

"Even you Lily?" Blair looked at the older blonde.

"Even me."

"What is that guy having the predictable grunge on daddy's new wife?" Blair retorted.

"No. Rufus actually didn't tell him about this. He um, he wasn't sure how to reconnect with his son about, well, anything. But hopefully tonight and after, I could fix this," Lily said, smoothing her skirt. Serena caught a tone from her mother.

"Mom, what did you do?"

"Nothing that could bring any harm," Lily smiled. Serena knew that smile. Lily did something.

Dan looked up to the penthouse. Lily Van der Woodsen sure knows luxury. He was laughing to the fact that his father that had hated the Upper East Side more than he does would actually marry one. He didn't notice that his dad was already waiting in the lobby.

"Dan!" the older Humphrey called, and Dan agreed that he never looked better. Rufus hugged him and Dan tried to control his stiffness, none of the less, Rufus felt his struggle. "I'm glad you came." Rufus looked at him with soft eyes, and something triggered Dan to put up a wall like he always do.

"To meet the new family?"

Rufus was confused. "What?"

"You're getting married, in 2 months time," Dan retorted. "And I will be getting the surprise tonight." He didn't really know exactly why he was blaming his dad for all he knew he was the one wanting out.

"I… I didn't know how to tell you, son, you were…" Rufus couldn't find the words, and Dan realized he had done it again. He tried to frame his dad for nothing. He left guilt in his dad's burdening shoulders, he was being an ass for no reason at all.

"Sorry," Dan looked down. "I'm just, you know." In fact his dad understands very well. He patted his son on the shoulder, and there Dan was again, stiff.

"How did you know?"

"Well," Dan thought about for awhile. "Your, um, wife to be, Lily, hired me to write an article about your marriage in the Society Page."

"Oh, she did?" of course she would. Rufus should have known Lily would put her hands in on his problems. He saw a confused son in front of him. "Listen, if you don't wanna do it, I'll understand why you wanted out."

"No, I'll do it," Dan said. For a glimpse, Rufus had thought maybe his son was ready to come back, but Dan was being an ass again for no particular reason. "I'm good in writing happy stuffs for strangers, don't worry."

"Oh," with that, they had the longest silent ride on an elevator, with Dan deep down cursing himself over and over again.

"Hello!" they heard a voice and came in a blonde girl into the Van der Woodsen living room having a cheerful smile. For a Brooklyn Hubby's daughter, she sure dressed well in Blair's opinion.

"Jenny!" Serena stood up to greet and gave the girl a hug. Lily also approached and gave her a hug. Serena then pulled Jenny out of the living room towards Blair, who had this nervous face when she saw Blair. "Jenny, this is my best friend Blair. And Blair, this is Jenny Humphrey, my step sister to be."

"Hi!" the blonde held her hand and Blair took it, flashing a concreted smile. The girl was too giddy. "I can't believe I am here shaking Blair Waldorf's hand."

"Um, what?" that was a first. Usually everyone was pulled by Serena, and only Serena. Why would this girl become amazed meeting her.

"Oh no, you see um I went to Constance," Jenny explained. But Blair didn't recall the girl. "And I'm not really known or anything there. But I always see you guys on the MET's steps. I always wanted to be your friend!"

Interesting. "Why didn't you?"

Jenny was silent for a second too long. "We-well, I wasn't even on the list to be in your circle, and you kinda make a rule that the people who aren't listed should be 10 feet away." Blair's opinion of this girl, she was daring. Scared but daring. Suits the Van der Woodsen perfectly. She passed the step sister test.

"I did, didn't I?" Blair smiled. Excluding Serena, the girls around her were rather her minions and she was sure if Jenny had approached her during Constance years, she would be a minion rather than her friend.

Serena felt that an awkward situation had come up. "Um, Jen, where is Rufus?"

"Oh, he um, he's waiting for Dan downstairs," Jenny explained. Blair scrunched her nose on hearing that someone lives in a loft. "Dan's kinda, hard at times. But trust me, he's a good brother. Always has been."

"So he's coming?" Serena asked. Jenny smiled and nodded. "Finally, the mysterious Dan Humphrey. What does he look like?"

"He took a lot from dad, actually."

"You mean he's a hipster?" Blair snorted. Serena smacked her arm.

"No, Dan dressed pretty much normal," Jenny laughed. "I guess now he dressed like a writer."

"Ooh, he's a writer?" Serena implied which proves that the dinner and lunch before, they have never conversed about the mysterious Dan Humphrey.

"Yeah, he actually wrote in the New York Post, for the Society Page, usually he writes on the matrimony section" these words from Jenny had perked Blair up. She loved that section. They wrote such a beautiful scenario on every marriage that was explored. It was as if nothing would break that marriage, such a beautiful lie that exited any reality. Doesn't make it less beautiful though.

"Well, he has proven that he can take care of himself then," Blair smiled at Jenny, which had made the young blonde satisfied in a way. People had judged her brother too many times. She welcomed Blair's compliment and felt a big gratitude towards it.

The three heard the elevator opened, and Lily who was waiting in the living room rushed to the elevator. From the dining room they couldn't see the guests that have just arrived, but the sound of a grown man proved that Rufus has arrived.

"Maybe Dan's here!" Jenny exclaimed and both her and Serena jogged towards the source of the voice while Blair lazily trailed them.

Slowly, there they were, the family that was about to be united. Blair spotted Rufus first, and he was okay for someone from Brooklyn. In a sharp suit (no ties she noted) and carefully coifed hair, Rufus Humphrey was good enough. Then, the man introduced the guy who had been hidden by the shadows behind. A guy who seems… bored, if not tired and awkward. He had short dark curly hair, a very symmetrical facial and seemed very, closed. "That must be Dan Humphrey."

Dan greeted Lily, Serena and Eric. When he was about to greet Jenny, his younger sister threw her hands around him, missing him quite dearly. He smiled beneath her hair, he had missed her too. The family seemed nice, and he was quite surprised he recognized the daughter now. Who wouldn't recognize their 10th grade crush. Ironically, she'll be his step sister now.

"Well, I guess everyone is here, let's eat dinner. I'm famished!" Lily smiled. Rufus took her hand when they were heading to the dining room. Serena and Jenny pulled their brothers respectively.

"How have you been?" Jenny asked as she squeezed Dan's arm.

"Good enough," Dan answered simply. Then he saw his father being introduced to a brunette and captured the words, 'Serena's best friend'. She was a petite and very proper wearing girl. But he can read people, that girl was putting a wall around her. But he could care less now, she was a stranger. Jenny stopped him to introduce him to the brunette.

"Dan, this is Blair Waldorf. Blair, this is the mysterious Dan Humphrey," Jenny giggled.

"Hey," Dan said simply.

"Hey," Blair answered, simply.

Because of the pain and confusion, of the burden and the walls built for distance, of the contrived life that succumbed them both, Dan and Blair hadn't noticed that they have met 10 years ago.

To Be Continued

Hey guys, I just wanted to create an AU world for Dan and Blair because well, I LOVE DAIR. No, don't worry, I'm not creating an out of character for Dan and Blair, this is just a start of how everything is a mess between each individual and how this second meeting will help them go through their own life. And banters will be in the second chapter as I wouldn't miss writing that for the world!

Oh and the title Animosity was because these two are very hostile towards their own life. They don't have an intrigued feeling to fix anything at first, but changes may occur soon when they start to know each other. This fic will be up until 5 to 7 chapters and I'm not a constant writer so update might be slow.

Read and Review! (If you review and review I might speed up my writing)