7
Ajina nodded to music blaring in her ears, her eyes closed behind her small oval glasses. It was an awesome thing the Al Bhed made. It was a portable music player, playing small chips holding large amounts of music. She smiled, opening her lavender eyes to look at the ceiling. She had to thank the Al Bhed for all the great technology they had made for Spira. To think that a few years ago the Al Bhed were seen practically as outlaws.
The girl was 17 even though she looked to be thirteen or fourteen. She certainly didn't act her age though; she acted far more mature then any 20 year old, even one at the age of twenty-five. Ajina had very short, slightly spiked, bright blue hair with long bangs that fell into her eyes. Her ears were almost covered with silver, having silver rings run all the way up both ears. Her lip was also pierced. She dressed in either black or bright, almost neon colors.
Ajina stood, running her hands over her spiked hair. She stretched for a moment, having been sitting down for sometime working on some illegal thing or another. You see, people hired her for her quick mind and even faster mouth. She was creative at that, thinking of great ways to accomplish her employer's goal. She had one rule though: she would never kill. Ajina would set up the place to kill, but never, herself, kill. Other then that, she made a lot of useful items like fake ids.
"Damn, am I in need of a job," Ajina whispered, running a hand with black painted nails over her hair, "Badly…"
She sighed, biting at her short nails. Her funds were growing uncomfortably small and since the pretend peace between factions, she had little work. No one needed her aid anymore. Ajina tongued at her lip ring absentmindedly, looking around the small room she called home- her apartment.
It was two rooms. One room contained the kitchen, bedroom, dining area, and study all at once. Piles of books, papers, pens laid about the cluttered room. A small bed was laid out in the center of the room and a short table was leaning against the wall. Ajina took that down when she was eating. A slightly slanted desk was in front of the wall of a window, being that was what made up her back wall. Large, black curtains were drawn across the window at almost all times, only to be pulled back when she wasn't working. They still let some light in, being that they were slightly see-through from the inside. Off to the side of her room there was a small bathroom. It had a toilet and stand-up shower in it. A small pedestal sink had managed to squish itself into the small bathroom. There was a small step that led down to her front door and a little flat area to place her shoes. She was raised to take her shoes off before entering a home, but she rarely did.
Ajina fell back onto her bed that lay directly on the floor. She took off her glasses, rubbing her eyes. She had worked hard that day and it was time for her to rest. She hadn't eaten, but she was rarely hungry. She looked over at the clock. 7:30… Though it wasn't all that late, she had worked since she woke up. She doubled as an artist, and was doing rather well. It didn't rack in the money like the other, not so legal, money did; it wasn't as though she could fall back on that.
"I shouldn't be worrying about that at my age," Ajina said with a sigh.
She rolled over onto her stomach, gathering her pillows up into her arms so she would be given more of a cushion. She placed her glasses to the side, closing her eyes. The girl was asleep in moments.
Ring… ring… ring… ring… ring…
Ajina's eyes slowly opened and it took her to realize what the stupid noise was. She sat up quickly, becoming slightly dizzy as she did. She grabbed her near by glasses, trying to look for the fucking cell phone. She found it, eventually, and picked it up. She flipping it open, she placed it to her ear.
"Hello?" She asked, her voice was rather hoarse, she cleared her throat, asking again.
"Ajina?" Baralai's voice asked from the other side of the line. He seemed anxious and he voice was rushed and quiet.
"Fuck, Baralai," Ajina said, her heart skipping a beat once she heard the man's voice, "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"2:39… why?" He replied.
"Don't you think it's kind of late," She paused, "…Or early? Whatever the fuck right way it is to say it."
She heard Baralai chuckle, "Not really," He said, "I can't let Paine hear me…"
"Paine?" Ajina asked, her voice dark, "Are you serious? You're living with her," She smiled evilly, "Don't you ever question her sexuality?"
"No," Baralai replied, his voice firm, but equally as dark, "I don't for a second," He sighed irritably, "She isn't the point of this phone call though."
"Okay, then," The girl said, her voice's tone back to normal, "What is?"
"I need you to step me up a party," Baralai said, no joking tone in his voice.
Ajina's eyebrows furrowed as her mouth opened in disgust. She shook her head and then shook it again. She didn't do that shit. She didn't enjoy it, and really didn't know how. Was he smoking something? He knew her much better then he was acting. She shook her head again, chuckling with disbelief.
"Fuck no," Ajina said firmly, "I don't do that, and you KNOW that, Baralai. I'm not some fucking happy-go-lucky party fucking organizer. What the fuck are you smoking?"
"Nothing," Baralai replied, "And I'd like it if you'd cut back on the language a little bit."
"Then what the fu-" She caught herself, "Then what do you want, because I'm defiantly not organizing some friggin' party of you."
"I know," He said in return, "I'm hiring other people, professionals, to do that."
"Then what the fuck do you want me-" Ajina started.
"Get people to know about it," Baralai said, "Don't worry, this isn't just some stupid party; I have my reasons for doing it. It's not going to be a birthday bash."
Ajina paused for a moment, thinking over what the hell he wanted this party for. She chewed on the side of her thumb for a moment before starting to talk.
"When, where, time, and any special things?" She asked.
Baralai grinned, "Three months from this exact day, I don't know yet, 8 pm to whenever, and it's going to be…" He drifted off in thought, "…a costume party."
Ajina nodded, "That all?"
"Yes, I owe you Ajina," Baralai said, his voice obviously happier, "I really do."
"Yes, I know," She replied and started to hang up the phone, "Oh, Baralai!"
"Hm?" He mumbled into the phone, placing it back to his ear.
"When are you going to ask me out?" Ajina asked, her voice having no joking tone to it what so ever.
"When you grow up a little," Baralai replied, "It wouldn't be legal."
Ajina frowned, "Fine." She said, her voice having a slight pouting tone, "You'll have your party, do not worry. I'll start on the invitations and reservations. Send me your guest list later."
"Than-" Was all she heard before she slapped the phone shut.
((Authors note: Wow… short chapter… Sorry.))
