Hey Descendants,

Bringing you another chapter. We hope you enjoy.


That following Wednesday...

T huffs in annoyance for the twentieth time since he ditched the beach. Jay was fucking late, again. If it were anyone else, he'd worry something was wrong, but when Jay didn't pop up it could only mean one thing; Mal had orders. He rolls his eyes. What kind of stupid ass shit was that? His face twists in disgust. He couldn't understand the appeal. Was the security really worth the loss of freedom? He certainly didn't think so. And he clearly wasn't alone in his thinking. Hyades.

He smiles at the thought. Hyades didn't like it much either. But then neither did the twins. His eyes narrow at the thought. Ugh. The thought of having anything in common with Junior and Third made his stomach turn.

He drops from the roof, landing like a cat before looking around for a stupid rock. When he finally finds one when he doesn't hesitate to throw it, hurling it in sheer frustration. A smile of satisfaction curls his lips at the sharp tang. He impatiently waits for the stairs to drop before stomping his way up.

T doesn't bother to knock, he just opens the door slowly in slips in. His eyes scanning the familiar hang out for Jay, before he starts walking around lazily.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Mal glares as she walks out of her paint room, "You're not usually here this early."

"Snooping." T shrugs, "Jay forgot about our lesson, I was hoping to meet up with him here."

Mal rolls her eyes, "At least you're fucking honest." She pops her lips before smiling up at T, "But Jay ain't here."

"I see that." T comments dryly as he leans against the wall perfectly content. "Where is he?"

"What do I look like?" Mal snorts, "His keeper?"

"Pretty much." T agrees easily.

Mal sneers as she leans one shoulder against the wall, crossing her arms and swinging one leg over the other, "Alright… Sure. But right now I don't know where he is."

T rolls his eyes, as he pushes off the wall. "Of course you don't."

Mal chuckles.

T pauses and rolls his eyes before turning to look at her with a raised brow.

"Something else I can help you with?"

"Nah, was looking for someone useful."

Mal chuckles again. "Useful huh?" Her eyes darken malevolently, "Why would I want to be useful to you?"

"Exactly." T shrugs, "You wouldn't." T explains monotonously, "So why bother?"

Mal tilts her head as she studies T, "Huh… You really weren't trying to insult me."

T blinks, "That was insulting?"

"It could have been." Mal shrugs, "You just seem to be too stupid to understand."

T's eyes brighten, "Smart enough to understand how to keep you on your toes though."

Mal shakes her head, "If you're so fucking smart, why haven't you figured out people are following you?" She spits back with a glare.

"Not today," T throws out his arms in exasperation. "Not that I'm complaining. Playing this cat and mouse game has been a fun challenge… But just so you know, when I agreed to it I didn't realize you were gonna be callin' in the whole calvary…" He pouts.

"Benefits of being a leader, bitch." Mal smirks, but takes a surprised step back.

T blinks, "Ah… Couldn't track me?" He taunts.

Mal glares, but shrugs again, "Didn't have too."

T coolly looks over her. "Bull shit." He states calmly. "I caught your look of disgust when I was with those urchins."

"Whatever." Mal rolls her eyes and leans her back against the wall, "If you're so good at it then why are you here looking for Jay."

"Because unlike you," T rolls his eyes, "I can only be so many places at once." He pouts. "Perks of being a leader." He shrugs. "You're eyes aren't just yours alone."

"True." Mal chuckles again before she pushes off the wall. "You still have a hellovalotta balls for walking in here like you own the place."

"And?" T shrugs.

"And nothing…" Mal shrugs as she walks closer, "Jay ain't here, and I don't have anyone who can go look for him." A small grin slowly spreads across her face, "But you might want to try the Red Light district."

T's eyes narrow, "Ah." He murmurs. No way Mal would be so calm if she knew about Jay and Harry's meetings. So that must mean they had discerned enough to figure out he was from there. Fuck. He lets out a sigh and shrugs. "Good to know." He turns and starts walking for the door, "And Mal…" he pauses, looking back over his shoulder.

"Yeah?" She demands impatiently after a moment.

"You might want to think of hats when you two are doing your late night rendezvous." He states vaguely. "Pink and purple are pretty easy to pick up in a crowd."

Mal's eyes narrow dangerously, "Why you little fucking shit-"

"Night." T slips back out the door with a smirk as it snaps shut. She thought she was so fucking cute with her stupid games. He rolls his eyes. Whatever.

At least he knew where Jay was now. He frowns as he takes the stairs with a sense of urgency. Maybe he could throw them off by popping out of the brothel? He chews his lip, nervously. His gut twisting into a ball now that he wasn't squaring off with Mal. He sighs, it was worth a shot. He wasn't anywhere near prepared to actually know shit about him. He'd have to keep a better eye on Jay, clearly he'd been underestimating his mentor if the boy was able to figure out where he triple backed too.


Hey Descendants!

One more chapter down, a whole flipping novel to go. For you OG readers being forced to endure this rewrite- Thank you. But just know we will almost always take our reviews under consideration even if we can't immediately respond.

How are you guys enjoying Mal and T's budding relationship? Is it making you lol? Or is it making you wince? Are you enjoying our more realistic versions of these characters? We're super glad to hear that you guys are enjoying our OCs. They do have a lot in common, mostly their radical anarchist tendencies, that we weren't sure came through in the original write through...What do you think Padfoot, or any other OG readers? I feel like at this point you guys know our OG story better than us due to the amount we have rewritten. I'd say the amount we'd written but Dark would literally throttle me… But any ways… Are you guys getting a better picture of T's past? Do you think we're making Mal nasty enough? Please let us know now if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or feedback!

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