OC WARNING!
Chapter 2
She sat alone on the unoccupied bench. Her crimson eyes sparkled like twin rubies as they darted about the sea of people, in hopes of spotting "it" - or was it "him"? She wasn't sure - in the thick of the crowd.
She was a small, slender girl and looked maybe twelve years old. Under the bright light, her pale skin seemed albinistic and her long, blond hair shone with the glow of a golden halo. Unknown to herself, her own presence had caught the attention of many passers-by, and most of whom were males. To be fair, she was rather attractive for a girl of her age.
After many minutes of fruitless searching, she closed her eyes and rested both of her hands on her laps. "This is stupid," she sighed, out of sheer weariness and her own imbecility.
It was then something struck her mind, something implacable and powerful - instinct, perhaps? She stood up and smoothed her sleek white dress over her flat stomach. Her vivid red eyes emitted with renewed radiance.
"He" is here.
K' and Maxima slowly swam their way through the crowd. The countless hours of traveling and the masses of people all around filled the younger man's features with frigid and irritation.
"Why are there so frigging many people here?" K' grumbled, his voice betrayed no annoyance.
Maxima, who had long grew tired of the lad's constant and often worthless complaints, decided to completely ignore him. And K', who wasn't one to be bothered by the lack of response, mutely strode on with the cyborg.
After taking a few more steps forward, K' felt a slim hand on his shoulder. He turned around and was met with a young woman who looked about the same age as him but was half a head shorter, as he had to glance down a few inches to look her in the eyes.
"Long time no see, brother," Whip spoke with that ever soft, yet slightly high-pitched voice of hers before turning her attention to the bigger man, "and Max."
K', ever laconic, remained quiet and motionless. Maxima nodded to the young woman in greetings as he eyed her intently.
"You know, not that I'm complaining," a dry smile flashed briefly on the cyborg's impassive face. "But I did expect them to send more assistance. Afterall, I doubt that you, K' and myself are going to make a hugh difference, if at all. "
"But they did," Whip's smile brightened. "Well, I did."
As if that was a summoning, another girl, who was noticeably younger than Whip, emerged. Her brunette hair - untied and fell to the small of her back - swung slightly in the gentle wind as her brilliant, violet eyes surveyed the two former N.E.S.T.S agents.
Amused, Maxima spoke the new comer's name, "Kula."
"What is she doing here?" at last, K' broke his long silence. His gaze shifted between his sister and the younger girl.
"Oh, c'mon, bro, we could use all the help we can get, and Kula was the first person I could think of," Whip gave a small laugh. "Besides, let me refresh your memory, the first time you guys fought she almost kicked your ass."
K' grunted disapprovingly, but didn't say anything otherwise. He shot a inimical glare at the Anti-K', who returned it with a timid smile.
"Anyway, I'm sure you guys're pretty worn out right now. Let's grab your luggages and - " she paused and noticed the empty hands of K' and Maxima, then mentally slapped herself for not realizing that, for these ever vagabonds, things like luggages were probably more of a burden than necessity.
Next moment, a sudden uneasiness crawled up K''s spine. He looked about alarmedly, but there was nothing other than the waves of people walking in and out of the parked trains. In their midst of the crowd, however, he caught a glimpse of a girl with blood-red eyes that seemed to glow under the sunlight.
"Is something wrong?" Kula stared up at him and asked worriedly.
"No... it's nothing."
To be Continued...
Lousy update, I know, Writer's Block's been pwning me...