Sup guys, chapter 17.
'This seat taken?' Jaye asked, grinning. The purple cloaked figure flashed him a look of annoyance, and Jaye shrugged, placing the shot down in front of the mysterious figure. He took it quietly, and they toasted, downing the bitter concoctions.
'The White Fang right?' The figure finally spoke, his voice deep and gravely. Jaye nodded, and he shifted, crossing his arms uncaringly.
'Thought they would've hired you, for a job this big.' He commented, and Jaye shrugged again.
'I've been out of contact for a while. What job?' He asked, and the man pulled his hood down.
'Honestly, I don't know.' He said, and Jaye stared at him.
'Indigo, number one, turn that goddamn voice modulator off, it's incredibly annoying.' Jaye narrowed his eyes at the cloaked figure. 'Secondly, take off the hood for god's sake, I find it hard to talk to you when I can't see what I'm talking to.'
The figure studied him for a moment, before the sound of a button being pressed was heard. The figure threw its hood back, revealing long, auburn hair, and a very feminine, and very beautiful face. Her wide, plum-colored eyes glared daggers at Jaye, and he smiled at her.
'See? Much better. You're far easier on the eyes than that damned hood.' He joked, and she kicked him under the table. Jaye's grin disappeared, and he fiddled with his shot glass.
'You've gotta give me something. You're not the best information broker for nothing.' He locked eyes with her, and she stared back at him, unflinching.
'It's not a game you know.' She breathed, and Jaye turned away.
'It never is.' He replied, and Indigo's cheeks reddened.
'So why?' She asked quietly, and Jaye stared at his glass.
'Why what?' He asked, and her eyes flared with anger.
'Why are you getting involved?! You left the Faction less than a year ago! I stuck my neck out for you! I risked everything to vouch for you, to give you an out! Now you're getting mixed up in this again!' She hissed, rising to her feet. Jaye sat quietly, watching her. Yang, noticing the raised voice, approached their table.
'I can't believe you! Ten months, you went dark. You promised me you'd keep in touch even after you left, but for TEN MONTHS you leave me in the dark. Then I finally get a call from you, but NO. It's not to explain where you've been, or even to say hi. It's for information. For goddamn information.' Indigo slammed her hand down on the table. 'Is that all I mean to you?! Is that the extent of your care for me?!'
'Indigo, that's not what happened! Please, calm down and let me explain.' Jaye rose to his feet, and Indigo opened her mouth to retaliate, before noticing the blonde over Jaye's shoulder. Yang paused at the table, glancing back and forth between the two.
'Hey, how's it hanging?' She greeted, awkwardly attempting to get between the two glaring individuals. Indigo ignored her, stepping around the table. She paused next to Jaye.
'All I know is the White Fang got ahold of a train recently, and Torchwick was heavily involved in all of it. It's a transport train, capable of carrying hundreds of soldiers, massive storage areas for vehicles, or weaponized armor.' She said, handing Jaye an envelope. 'Specs and images inside, along with potential cargo. I don't know where they took it, but the subway systems aren't that extensive. I'm sure you can narrow down where they'd go easily enough.'
'Thank you, Indigo.' He breathed, slipping the envelope into his jacket. She nodded slightly, and started forward again. She stepped into the light, and now Yang could see her face clearly. She had beautiful pearly white skin, and her hair was practically glowing in the light. She wore no makeup, but she didn't need to anyway. Her jaw was thin and sharp, emphasizing her large, and entrancing eyes. The rest of her features, like Jaye, identified her as from the eastern kingdom (Asian basically). Her small nose and lips accented the curve of her jaw, and gave her a somewhat regal air about her.
She wore a simple brown leather sleeveless top, and purple bicep-high gloves. She wore a pair of dark purple pants and black knee-high boots. Her cloak and hood were fastened around her neck by a round metal buckle with a purple flower, a violet, emblazoned on it. The symbol was tattooed on her left breast. Fastened to her waist were two swords; a katana and a wakizashi with purple handle wrappings, slipped into mechanized sheaths fastened to her belt. The sheaths had dust crystals in a rotating chamber near the mouths to change out the dust crystal in use whenever needed, and from what could be seen there was a multitude of dust in there, at least one for every element.
Yang was totally stunned at the sight of her. Looking at Indigo, she suddenly felt a whole lot more self-conscious, and shrunk in a little on herself. Indigo seemed more mature, and Yang got the feeling that she was older than Jaye, at least by a little. She had an almost perfect body, one that screamed of strength and power, yet retained all its appeal and beauty effortlessly, and Yang was instantly envious of the woman. If she had to compare her to an animal, Indigo struck Yang as a Tigress, and curiously enough she'd always felt Jaye was a Tiger, especially when he fought. Yang prided herself on her fiery nature, and had always done her best to create an image of powerful beauty that she believed she had. But this was a woman who was so like her, yet seemed to outclass her in every way. Indigo carried on, unflinching, towards the door, her steps laden with suppressed anger and indignation.
'Indigo.' Jaye called, turning to face her, and she paused mid-stride, not turning around.
'I went dark because they sent people after me. You knew the Faction wouldn't just let me leave. They placed a bounty on my head; if they managed to kill me, and prove they were better, they could have my spot. My rank, my prestige. You know as well as I do how big of a deal that is.' He said in a low voice. Indigo didn't move, she stood there quietly, listening to him speak.
'I couldn't get you caught in the middle of that. Any communications I sent out could have been picked up and traced. Calling you would've been like sending a gift to those assassins. They would've used you against me, and I couldn't let that happen.' Indigo turned to face him, and Jaye saw tears well up in her eyes. She brushed them away angrily, striding up to him.
'I finally got the Faction off my back by fighting an arranged match with their top assassin. They were pleased with how he fought and swore a blood oath to leave me be. That was only a few weeks ago, and I had to make sure they'd hold up their end of the bargain!' He blurted as she closed on him, raising his arms in a gesture of surrender. 'That's the only reason I waited so long to call you, and I just happened to need the information too. It wasn't that I didn't WANT to call you I swea–'
Indigo cut him off, pressing her lips to his, gripping him by the lapels of his jacket. Jaye's eyes widened in surprise, and he froze, arms still raised in surrender. She pulled away quietly, releasing his jacket, placing her hands on his chest. Jaye let his arms fall to his side.
'Tell me that sooner, idiot.' She breathed, kissing him again. Yang stared at them, stunned beyond words. Across them, at the bar, Junior and Neptune's jaws hit the floor. Jaye stood still, not quite responding to her, and Indigo broke it off abruptly. She turned on her heel, slipping quickly out the doors, her cloak trailing behind her.
Jaye watched her disappear between the doors, a somewhat wistful and conflicted look on his face. He became aware of Yang looking at him, dumbfounded, noting her slightly hurt expression, and he looked away, scratching the back of his head.
'I'll be outside. Meet me at the bikes when you want to leave.' He said, slipping out the doors. He tightened his jaw as he stepped out of the club, the heavy metal doors practically bearing down on him as he left. Yang watched him leave quietly, before making her way back to the bar. She sat down heavily on the stool, and Junior placed a glass down in front of her. She flashed him a small smile, recognizing it as a Strawberry Sunrise, no ice, with one of those little umbrellas sitting in it.
'Why the change of heart?' She asked tilting the glass towards him, and Junior regarded her quietly.
'For the broken heart.' He replied, smiling back at her. 'You look like you could use a drink.'
Jaye approached his bike, leaning against the seat. He ran a hand through his hair, before noticing a knife lying on the fuel tank, and he picked it up.
The knife was a simple, triangular, kunai-like throwing knife. A small symbol was emblazoned on the handle; a purple flower, a violet. He clenched the knife in his fist, and raised his arm to throw it away. He froze, unable to throw it, dropping his fist onto his head and groaning in frustration. He slipped the knife into his belt, magnetizing it to the back of his sword sheath. He looked up as Yang and Neptune approached him.
'Ready to go?' He asked, and Yang stared at him.
'Who was she?' She demanded, and Jaye stared at her for a moment. He sighed, scratching his head. Yang crossed her arms angrily.
'Well?' She asked, and Jaye stared at the wall.
'She was…someone from a long time ago. She was my partner, like the other half of me that I never knew I needed.' Jaye paused, glancing at the blonde. 'Are you sure you want to hear the story?'
Yang walked up to him, staring him down.
'You're damn right I am.'
Dun dun dun, dramaaaaaaa. You thought this was gonna be a straight and simple romance? Well you thought WRONG. Things are more interesting this way anyways.