Skull wasn't stupid, she knew the Storm had something up his sleeve. The man was too much like Hibari in the way he didn't like to lose. Or maybe Hibari was too much like him considering the fact they were so much older than the baby Cloud, ether way she needed to be prepared to take him down a peg. Point in fact she needed to take all of them down a peg. She had always been good at that. When Granger's head had become too big it had been her who had painstakingly taken the effort to knock her ego down to size.
She looked around her room, a slow smirk curling her lips as she meandered over to the closet and rooted around until she came up with her own bag of tricks. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as she remembered the duo who had given them to her. The closest thing she had ever had to siblings. They had stood beside her even over their blooded family.
Playing tricks on the Storm would be a wonderful way to remember them. She thought to herself as she pulled vial after vial out. None of them would cause serious harm, but they would humiliate the man. She knew most people would bend over backwards for the calm Storm.
Most people were stupid. Fon wasn't nearly as gentle as people presumed. They often 'forgot' his fearsome reputation as the Triad enforcer. They 'forgot' just what it meant that he could climb the ranks so easily. She, however, wasn't them. She knew just what he was, and she knew just how to get under his skin, and she had every intention of doing just that.
If Fon thought, she was naive enough to actually believe his apology well that just went to show how little the man actually knew of her. Her fingers curled around her Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, her Skiving Snackbox, and her portable swamp. Setting each one on her bed before delving in for her dung bombs, and ah, their it was the very thing she was looking for. A cackle threatened to escape as she looked at the vial of swirling silver and green.
It was small, sitting innocently in the palm of her hand. It would be perfect. Poor Reborn only thought he was the king of Pranks. It was time to show them just why one did not piss off the last scone of the house of Potter and Black. Even great Aunt Walburga had learned not to get on her bad side, and one should make no mistake thinking of manipulating her like a puppet on a string had pissed her off to no end.
They would learn the error of their ways. It was simply a matter of time. She could take their distaste, their cruelness. Their hateful words, the bullying and animosity. She could take the apathy, such as was the case of Fon and Verde, and the disapproval. She could take all of that and more and had for forty years.
What she refused to take was them trying to manipulate her. She refused to take them making her decisions for her, for her own good like so many others had. She refused to let them think they had the upper hand and if it took showing them the true strength of a Lioness to make them see that she would not allow it, then so be it.
Skull had served his purpose. Skull had gotten her away from those who wanted to imprison her, taught her the pleasure of freedom. Allowed her to be weak when she had been forced all of her life to be strong. Skull had gotten her through the curse. Had allowed her a way of finding out just what the others were made of. Skull had been her net, her safety. The only thing was, she had always thrived in danger, and she would thrive. Nobody would ever be allowed to make her decisions for her. They would face her as she was, and she would prevail.
She would show the others why making unconstrained assumptions about others never worked well. If they wanted her as their Sky, and she acknowledged that they did, then they would have to accept her as she is, not as what they presumed. She might have Sky flames, but she was also a Cloud, the world's strongest Cloud. She would not allow them to marry her off like a weak pretty flower that might wilt at the first sign of danger.
If, and only if, they could acknowledge her strength and see her for herself would she even contemplate allowing them to bond to her Sky, and as for marriage, she had sworn to two miscreants many years ago that she would only marry for the deepest of love. She would not settle for anything else. If Fon wanted her, he had best be prepared to see her as his equal. Sexual attraction would get the man nowhere. If he wanted her, he had best be prepared to love her, and convince her to love him.