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04 – You're Fake

By Euphrosyne


He hid behind the dark corners, waiting for the guards' next phrase. These men had lured him here, the Hiwatari name escaping their lips through their conversation. Their yenta rarely ever interested the redhead, but this time, more than one topic gripped his attention; Rye's flaming new reputation and Voltaire's grandchild.

A sudden rip of his shirt alerted the guards, rendering them towards his direction.

Tala slipped into the darkness.

He had followed the guards to the west end of the abbey, a location for the lower leveled bladers. There was no place for him to hide. Taking a familiar turn, a door caught his eye. Tala had no other choice if he wanted to remain concealed. He slipped into Rye's room, surprisingly unlocked.

If he had learned anything at Biovolt, he knew the place provided only the bare necessities. The dorm held a small bed, wooden stool, and metal cabinet; the only hope for the boy's safety now was the thick mist spewing from underneath the bathroom door.

No other alternative. Tala began picking the lock.

Shutting the door, steam shrouded his vision but past the loud running water, Tala could hear the guards enter the dorm on the other side. The shower tap stopped, water flowed down the drain; the curtain began drawing open.

Canine instincts flushed through his mind as he rammed the body against the tiled walls. Tala's once terror ridden face was overplayed by a new emotion as he registered the awfully womanly curves underneath his own weight.

Vibrant turquoise eyes locked with mahogany ones as Tala removed his hand from the girl's mouth, turning his head with embarrassment.

Rye grabbed a towel off the rack and stepped passed the boy out of the tub. Pounding at the door reunited their gazes. Tala's pleading eyes begged for help, anxiety claiming his features.

"Mr. Rye Lee, there has been an intruder discovered on these premises, would you please-"

The girl spun her hair into a knot, sticking a plastic mechanism against the back of her neck. She coughed to clear her throat, emphasizing her address. "Peace and quiet, is that too much to ask after a long day of savage training? Does my skill not grant me respect? Do I need to demonstrate my wrath by inflicting pain towards!"

"Sorry sir, we were just doing our job." Footsteps sounded in the distance as the door finally closed. Tala leaned against the tub with his face in his hands. Rye finally opened the bathroom door, the room's heat escaping with her.

Retrieving some rigid article of clothing from behind the bed's headboard, Rye dryly requested the boy to advert his eyes. Grabbing the bedpost, the girl clenched her teeth as she slid her thumb across the microscanner. She tightened her grip around the bed knob as her chest began contracting. A deep exhale signaled the end and Rye strolled past the boy to pick up her turtleneck.

Tala's eyes followed her as she slipped back into the bathroom, inserting grey colored contacts in front of the mirror, then slowly the wig, makeup and the rest of her attire. The boy shook his head with annoyance. "That's it? No explanation?"

"I demanded none for your intrusion."

"I am the captain of the Demolition Boys!"

"And with great responsibility comes great expectations. I'm sure we'll figure out a compromise." She walked up to the muscular teen, glaring ever so balefully.

Tala's eyes flared with irritation.

"A change in variation, one of sudden or unexpected shifts often encountered in one's life, activities, or surroundings. In this particular case, I am these vicissitudes." She dangerously threatened the captain. "Have we reached an agreement?"

Tala reluctantly shook her hand. Turning to leave, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. "As a fellow trainee, for a woman to-"

"You and I can both lose our lives with the same ease here. I need no lecture from you." She widened her gaze toward the door.

The boy left with a mad storm.

Locking the door, Rye leaned against the frame and slid towards the floor. She tucked her knees against her body as her eyes closed with upsetting relief.

Fate had played a move on her. Though she may had came across harsh, Rye was not so much angry at the captain as she was disappointed in herself.


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