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The next day

"T!" Jay comes running, his steps sending sand everywhere as before he falls to his knees next to T. He was gasping for air as if he'd been running for miles.

T frowns as he looks up from the book he'd been referencing for Gil's question. It was rare for anyone to use that tone on him.

"Fuck man," Jay takes a deep breath before he continues, "you need to go to the hideout right now," He rests his hands on his knees, still struggling with his breathing, "before Mal fucking comes here looking for you." He shakes his head, sending droplets of sweat flying before he takes another deep breath, "I fucking forgot she knows about us practicing swords here. We're lucky she hates sand or she would have already come here looking for you."

All four of them pause what they're doing to stare at Jay in horror.

"Oh fuck." Carlos pales.

"T, you still haven't done that yet?" Hyades hisses.

Gil sighs as he looks at T in disapproval. "Fix it."

"On it." T jumps to his feet. "I'll catch her before she gets here. No big." He throws a hand over his shoulder. "I got it." He adds as he bolts over a fence post.

"Did anyone else feel uncomfortable with the smile on T's face?" Carlos asks with a frown.

"When don't I feel uncomfortable when that kid smiles." Jay huffs in response, still catching his breath from running to the beach forge. He falls to his back, panting up at the sky.

"I'm sure T can handle it." Gil sighs, "He wouldn't let the dragon find out about this." He says with conviction.

"I don't know why he was making such a big deal out of it." Hyades frowns before she goes back to melting the salvaged metal, "Uma was fine with it."

"Mal's not Uma." Carlos frowns, "And what did she not make a big deal out of?"

Jay frowns. Mal did love making mountains out of ant holes, especially where T was concerned. He wasn't sure what about the kid made her so paranoid, or suspicious, or whatever it was. He just knew it was a pain in his ass. Especially when T seemed to get a kick outta getting under the dragons hide. He wanted to throttle him for this latest stunt.

"We found T's supplies in the hideout, just like T put on Uma's ship." Hyades explains with a shrug, "Except, you know, tailored for you guys."

"Ugh." Jay frowns, as he turns away from Hyades. So, that's what this was about? He swallows a groan. What a pain in the ass. Why the fuck would Mal even be pissed about that? Then again, when it came to T, what didn't piss his leader off?

"Why does she always have to be upset over weird things." Carlos whines, hiding his embarrassment in his hands. Uma at least sounded somewhat normal. What the fuck. Before meeting Gil, he'd just assumed all the leaders were as paranoid about T as Mal. But apparently she was just a vicious dog with a bone. Ripping it to shreds. He shudders at the thought of Mal ripping off one of T's limbs. It was stupid to ignore Mal. What the hell had T been thinking?


T can't help his look of amusement as he vaults over the purple-haired leader out for his blood.

He wasn't sure why, but he loved getting under her skin. He honestly didn't care to know. He just knew it brought him joy to do shit like this to her, specifically. He lands on a roof before he quietly doubles back to come up from behind her.

He can't help the devil-may-care grin as he creeps in the shadows, his eyes sparkling with his unfiltered enjoyment as he follows her through an ally.

At one point he notices her shake her head and shoulders. He quickly ducks behind a dumpster, clearing it just before she turns around.

A wicked smirk crooks his lips when he hears her let out an annoyed curse. He waits for a heartbeat. Two. Three. Before he turns and sneaks up behind her, falling into step directly behind her.

"Sup?" He greets, not even trying to hide his shit-eating grin, after silently prowling after her ten steps.

"Mother-" Mal growls as she turns and faces him. She lashes out, punching him in the shoulder with her ringed fist, "Don't fuckin' do that you damn-" She growls again before she takes another deep breath.

"Heard you were looking for me." He responds with a lazy smile. She'd gotten him in the same damn shoulder as Gil and Hyades had. What the fuck was up with everyone hitting the same shoulder? Eh. He rolls the limb in question. It already had ointment on it from his latest bruise from Gil. It's not like he'd felt the punch. Didn't mean it wouldn't suck later though.

"And what, you now decide to fucking show up?" Mal glares as she crosses her arms over her chest, "I've been looking for you for a week!"

"Huh." T blinks. Had it been a week? He doesn't hide his amusement. "It's been a week?"

Mal growls before she reaches out and grabs T by his collar, "You're coming with me tard. You have shit to explain." She snaps as she starts dragging him with her.

"When don't I?" T rolls his eyes, as he leans down to follow behind her, like a dog on a leash.

"If you'd stop sticking your fucking nose in other people's shit you'd have less to fuckin' social over." Mal rolls her eyes.

"What's the fun in that." T quips.

"I am so fucking tired of hearing you just do this shit for fun," Mal grumbles.

"Huh?" T humphs. Is that what had pissed in her coffee? The fact he did it for fun. He can't help his snort, but then he stops at the sudden realization of how sad that actually was. Didn't she ever have fun? The thought bothered him. She enjoyed being a bitch. He knew she did. But that hardly constituted fun.

When they get to the hideout Mal shoves T forward, "You open it." She snaps.

T grins, "Heard." He takes off, jumping off the building, before pulling himself on the steel beam with the sign, before slamming his fist against it and dropping down.

Mal glares, "Fuckin' show off." she growls before she starts up the stairs.

T snickers. "Don't be mad at me shorty." He follows up behind her languidly.

Mal holds her hand up, flipping him off over her shoulder.

"Aww." T teases. "Was that shot too low?" He can't stop himself.

"What the fuck is your damn problem?" Mal slams the door open so hard it bounces off the wall behind it, "Are you seriously that stupid?"

"Depends on the day." T shrugs, "And same."

"Are you just cocky? Is that why you're acting so-" Mal turns her glare on him, holding her hands up as if she were torn between the urge to strangle and desire to slap him.

"Smug? I mean… A little." A lazy grin crosses his lips, as he leans against the wall. "

Mal growls in frustration before she turns around and marches into the hideout. "Explain." She demands as she points to all the open drawers and cabinets.

T slinks into the hideout behind her. "What?" He shrugs, "I don't know what there could possibly be to explain Mal." He shakes his head as he walks over and leans against the door frame.

"Why did you put all this extra… Extra shit, here." Mal glares, "Like actual useful shit. Why?"

"Because." T shrugs, "Why not? It's not like you were using the space." He adds, with little remorse.

Mal folds her arms again as she slowly looks T up and down, "But why?" She asks again, her voice tinged with a quiet rage.

T studies her for a moment, noting the way she seemed to shake with a look of concern. Was she that pissed? Or was she seriously still afraid that he was working against her? Huh. "Because-"

Mal growls as she steps forward, shoving an elbow just below his chin. "I swear to fucking my mother T, if you say because as an answer one more time, I will hurt you." Her eyes narrow as T's back hits the wall next to the door.

T tries to hide his amusement this time. He'd love to say something witty-but with how she was shaking it seemed cruel. "I mean, you let me chill here." He shrugs. "Least I can do is make sure I keep ya'll stocked with supplies." He responds evenly.

"Fuck you. No one does something like that for no goddamn reason."

"I just told you my reason-"

"That's not a real fucking reason!" Mal shouts in his face.

T blinks in response. "Kay… Want to uh… give me some examples of real reasons?"

"Because you're working for Atilla, or my mother, and you're trying to gain our trust so you can fuckin' stab us in the back and prove I'm weak to the rest of the isle-"

"Jesus-fucking-christ Mal, fuck, you really don't-Huh-And I thought I didn't-Just huh… That's some next-level paranoid shit, girl." He shakes his head. "I love it." He grins at her. "Not true. But love how you got there. That takes some serious fucking leaps. I like it."

Mal blinks at T before she growls and removes her elbow from his throat. She growls in continued frustration as she walks away, her hands to her head as the noise continues.

"I don't know what to tell you Mal-" T shrugs, "I enjoy being around you- I know that's shocking- But clearly I'm a masochist."

"You and fuckin' everyone else." Mal rolls her eyes, "That's fucking dragon shit, complete fucking dragon shit T. I have nothing fucking on you! So what the fuck do you want?" She demands as she stomps up to him, shoving him against the wall so hard his head cracks against it twice.

T grimaces as he rubs his head. He looks down at her, his earlier amusement dissipating when he sees how much this was eating at her. He takes a deep breath as he looks away. "I uh… I kinda... Just didn't want to be alone anymore." He admits softly, as he runs a hand through his ratty mane.

Mal drops her hands away from T as if he'd burned her. Her face brow furrows as she stares at him. He didn't want to be alone anymore? So what, he was trying to buy them with supplies? But Deez said he'd done the same thing to Uma's ship. Could it be that simple? Could it really be that T, like Deez explained, was just happy to help out? He wanted to help out because he didn't want to be alone? And what the hell was she supposed to say to that shit anyway?

T's face heats up as Mal continued to stare at him, as he awkwardly shifts.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?"

"Nothing?" T blinks. "But you wanted why, and that's as honest as I can be…" He shrugs, dropping his eyes to his feet. "I think it's fun. And I do like making sure everyone is prepared for the worst. It's not like any of your parents are stable. What if something happens to C with his mom? You guys barely had any medical supplies here. I mean I get keeping it at home- But I have nothing but time and you don't- Why not pull some weight?"

Fucking Deez. Sometimes the girl was downright fucking creepy. "You really have no agenda? No personal stake in this gang shit? Or owe anything to the O.V.s?"

"I mean, no. Not really. And I do get some pleasure out of pissing you off-"

Mal glares, "Glad I could be so fucking entertaining." She hisses through her teeth.

"I appreciate it." T nods with another lazy grin. "It's fun- Bantering with you. I always thought it would be… It just took me a while to pick up what you were laying down."

He thought she was bantering? Was this dick actually messed up in the head? "Wait? Hold up! You actually enjoy it when I yell at you?"

T shrugs, "Kinda. It's fun going back and forth."

Mal tilts her head to the side. "You really are a fucking tard aren't you?"

"Eh. Sometimes for sure." T agrees easily.

"So the supplies are mine?" Mal shakes her thumb at the drawers and cabinets behind her, "You're not just using us as free storage?"

"Like I don't have my own storage." T scoffs, though admittedly they were pretty depleted at the moment. "Why'd I bring them here if they weren't?"

"I don't try to understand idiot-"

"I actually think you do. And that's what pisses you off. Cause you hate that you don't get me...Which is fine- I don't get me either. But that's the thing Mal- I don't get me either, so how the fuck are you supposed too?"

Mal purses her lips as she levels a glare at him. Deez would surely have some kind of weird wisdom or insight into that, but she had nothing. How could T not get himself? Like sure, she didn't get parts of herself. Like why seeing Evie with Hyades the other day hurt her on a strange level, or why she both loved and hated that Carlos was terrified of her. Her brow furrows… Maybe she didn't get herself as well as she thought she did. It was so much easier to come up with things she didn't understand about herself than it was to think of the shit she did. She wanted to be rotten to the core. But did she? She scowls. Fuck T for making her think like this.

"I just kinda do what I feel like and say fuck the consequences you know?" T continues, "If I get caught I get caught. If I don't, well then I don't."

Mal rolls her eyes, "That attitude is going to get you killed one day."

"You have no idea." T scoffs, "I don't even know how I'm still alive. But that's half the point."

"You don't want to be alone anymore, how about you fucking remember that there are people in my gang that, for some fucked up reason care about you. You die, I have to deal with that shit, and I don't want to." Finally, something she could understand. When you were part of a group, you had to deal with the consequences of your actions.

"Well, it won't be my problem if I'm dead, now would it?"

"It's your problem right fuckin' now."

T shrugs, "Sounds like it's your problem."

"I'm a leader, I fuckin' delegate. You want to pull your weight around here, it's your fucking problem now."

T tilts his side to the side. "I'm not sure that's how that works…"

Mal glares as she presses her fingers to her temples, "How are you so fuckin' dense. I'm telling you to fucking work on your damn attitude. It's not a fucking commendation to say you don't know how you're fucking alive. You stepped out of your damn shadow and joined us, an official member of my damn gang or not. It's time to reap what you fucking sew."

T's eye twitches at the biblical reference. "Do you know where that comes from?"

Mal rolls her eyes, "No, it's just something Lady Tremain says a lot."

T sighs, "Oh." He shakes his head. "I'm not a member of your-"

"I fucking dare you to finish that sentence-I fucking dare you! You can't have it both ways you goddamn cunt!"

"Ladies shouldn't say that word." T can't help himself.

"Fuck. Off. Cunt." Mal punctuates each word with a finger stab to his chest.

"Heard." T pushes off the wall. "Glad we had this conversation. Can't wait for the next one." He begins to inch away.

"Don't be such a damn pussy next time I'm looking for you."

"Oh, it had nothing to do with a pussy. Told you I enjoy this bantering."

Mal glares, following T's movements with her eyes only as she folds her arms, "If you waste my time like this again I will fucking end you."

T snorts, "Doesn't that contradict what you said earlier?"

"No, you god damn tard, step up and carry your damn weight and don't do it again." Mal lashes out, landing a punch on T's other shoulder, "It's not fucking hard to understand you idiotic piece of shit."

"Noted, you could have just said that to begin with." T can't help his smirk. "No need to waste my time Mal."

Mal growls and launches herself at T, who laughs as he ducks out the door.

"That's right you fuckin' run." Mal kicks the door. She turns around with a huff and leans against it. Why was she always so tired after dealing with T? Tired. And left with a headache.

"What a pain in the ass." She huffs, what the fuck did everyone see in that kid. Hyades she could at least understand. On an isle full of pricks and cunts she stood out. T however. T belonged here with the rest of them. The fucking shit head. She had a feeling he'd been avoiding her on purpose. She just had no idea if it had been over something as innocent as pissing her off.

Mal growls, not that pissing her off was innocent. Oooh. What a fucking douche bag. Seriously, what the fuck did the others see in him? And why the fuck did it piss her off so damn much?


So huh, huh?

What did you guys think? Was this chapter a waste of time? Or did you enjoy the interaction between T and Mal?

Any of you understand what's pissing Mal off about T? And why T seems to get under her skin like no one else seems to be able to do?

Are we doing a good job at the leaders? Do you like the differences between them?

What about T pissing Mal off on purpose? Any guesses as to why he'd do that if he had more personal awareness?

I know we head jumped a lot in this one, but we hope it was easy to follow. It seemed like the type of chapter that needed a little bit of introspection from everyone. Feel free to disagree in the comments below!

Much love and appreciation,

Twisted.