Chapter Five
Scrappy Blue Vulture [Part 1]
A.N: i would like to thank Nitro The kid88 for the characters of Pavel Ruxembur and Org generals Irawulf and Luxwulf who will be both seen and hinted at in the next chapter
Pavel takes a minute to wake up completely, rubbing at his tired eyes with his arm.
Unfortunately, it had to be his left arm, the one that was burned from his hand to the bottom of his forearm.
That wasn't really how he wanted to start the day, looking at the ugly thing.
He's snapped out of his musings by the sudden ringing of his phone. He recognizes the specific tune, the foreboding orchestral song of doom he set for his ex.
Yet another way he didn't want to start the day. It's been two years, didn't she get the memo? A lot of his "hints" didn't go through her skull right...
He pulls himself out of bed with a yawn, ignoring the phone completely and heading to the bathroom for a shower.
Pavel's just about done getting dressed before he hears his little sister in the kitchen. He grabs the gloves atop his dresser, and makes his way for breakfast.
He smiles softly to himself as he spots his sister sitting at the island. "Morning, sis." He beams, reaching into the cupboards for a bowl.
Lily's only response is a light sigh.
"Not talking to me again, eh?" Pavel mutters, reaching into the fridge for the carton of milk. "Any reason in particular this time?"
His question lingers in stale air. His sister continues to chew cereal and not even make eye contact with him.
He slides into a seat with his own bowl of cereal, gazing over his sister. She wasn't hurt or anything, least, not physically.
"How's school? Is anyone messing with you?"
Pavel waits for an answer as Lily finishes the remnants of her breakfast. But, he gets a response as she finishes.
"Everything's fine..." She mutters, leaving the island and placing her dishes on the sink, heading back into her room. The door slams shut shortly after.
Pavel's head tilts curiously, as he finishes his own breakfast. Their uncle had the night shift, maybe he should do the dishes while he's here... He stifles a yawn, pulling off his gloves and turning on the fossit.
"I was gonna do mine, you know." Lily speaks from the other side of her door.
"It's fine, I got it." Pavel hums. But his heart leaps at the interaction. "Hey, you're still using those uniforms, right? Do you need another?"
He hears Lily mumble something under her breath, before she opens the door. Her face is stuck in a deep frown as she pulls down on her blouse.
"They don't even let you wear pants?" Pavel frowns, again trying to earn a response. He pulls his gloves back on to put the dishes on the drying rack, and swipes his keys from the dresser. "That's absurd, it's a public school."
Lily gives a moderate hum, pushing open the door and walking to Pavel's clunker of a truck. He unlocks the door, and she pulls herself into the passenger seat.
By the time Pavel enters the driver's seat, she's already on her phone, scrolling through Facebook and not even looking at him.
It was gonna be another one of those days, huh?
"Hey, sis…" Pavel begins, staring at the red light instead of looking his sister in the eye. "Is there any reason in particular why you don't want to talk to me?
Lily spares him a glance, and sighs. "I don't have anything to say to you."
Pavel hums, grip tightening on the wheel.
The rest of the ride is dead silent.
"Drop me off here." Lily's the one to speak up first, as Pavel pulls up to the district middle school she attended.
"Yeah, I know…" He mutters, his truck culling to a stop on the curb. "I'll be picking you up after school today, alright?"
Lily rolls her eyes, but nods. "Alright. See you then ." She mutters, opening the passenger door and stepping onto the walkway.
"Have a good-" The door slams shut in his face. "... Day."
Pavel shakes his head and sighs, making a u-turn to head to the main highway.
At least he only has one class today. He'd probably stop for a coffee before, he still had time to kill.
He starts to turn onto the main highway, before noticing something coming down the hill, right onto the main road. His eyes widen, and he slams his foot onto the breaks, his car coming to a screeching halt.
