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That night, I had a dream. A dream that had finally put my heart to rest.
She apologized. Not begging, not trying to weasel her way out of it. She apologized, calmly and collected, keeping a sad smile on her face. It was the most genuine apology I've ever heard, and I could feel she regretted doing the things she did to me.
A dream that finally ended the whirlpool of pain I had been overshadowed by for a very, very long time. I finally found it in my heart to let it go.
I woke up with dark bags under my eyes, tired as hell, but with the calmest feeling I think I have ever had. I had finally ended the problem within myself, lifting a weight off my shoulders.
I yawned, rolling over only to fall off the bed. I mumbled incoherently for a few seconds until I finally dispelled my laziness and pushed myself up, stretching.
I rubbed my eyes and walked over to my suitcase, grabbing out some clothes. I automatically started to change, slipping into some thicker black cargo pants and a black tank top. I tugged on my knife boots, too.
Going into my weapon's pocket in my suitcase (the main reason my suitcase was over-stuffed), I took out ten throwing knives (sheathed), twelve kuni, my katana (sheathed), and two guns in their holsters. I was probably being sought out by the military, so weapons were a necessity.
I stuffed my guns in my back pockets. I combed through my hair as I took the rest of the weapons and set them on the dresser. I stared at myself in the mirror before walking back to my suitcase and snatching my makeup.
Once I got back to the mirror, I carefully applied the makeup to my scar, blending it in with the rest of my face until I decided it looked perfect. The only problem was that, originally, my hair had a slight wave to it, so my short hair was all fluffed-up and wavy. And trust me, that'd look weird normally, without the fact my hair was ice blue.
Aw geez, I thought, wincing. I guess my straightening wore off. My hair was too short to tie up, so that left me with a problem.
So, being the lazy girl I was, I just shrugged it off and pulled on a baggy black button-up hoodie type of thing, pulling the hood over my head. Using that jacket, I hid my katana in an inside pocket, and I lined the inside hidden pockets with my kuni. Last but not least, I tied a leather belt around my stomach, attaching my knives to it. Once I was done, I buttoned up the jacket and grinned at myself in the mirror. No one would suspect a girl with a cute face like mine to have so many weapons…. OH! I snatched my state alchemist watch and stuffed it in my front pocket, chaining it to my pants and making sure it was well-hidden.
And so, my preparing was done. I put the rest of my stuff away and snuck quietly out of the room, tiptoeing downstairs.
"Good morning darling!" I heard Delia call, and I spotted her behind the display case, manning the bakery, which was bustling with a good number of early-morning customers.
"Morning!" I said, walking up to her. She looked me up and down before rolling her eyes.
"Dear, do you have anything less… Morbid to wear?" She asked, and I laughed.
"Is there a problem with what I'm wearing right now?" I pouted, and Delia sighed, nudging me in the ribs as she carried a tray of croissants to the check-out counter.
"You're too cute to scold~" She chirped, smiling at me after she wrapped the order up for one of the customers. I grinned as she walked back over to get two trays of mouth-watering Danishes.
"Here, let me help." I said, taking both trays and easily walking over to the counter.
To sum it up, I helped Delia serve customers for a few hours until it finally reached closing time, which was apparently noon.
I turned the sign that hung in the front of the shop to read "closed" and turned around to the vacant bakery, with the exception of Delia and I. She was wiping off the counters when I strode over to her cheerfully.
"Delia~" I called, and she looked up at me.
"You seem… Different than yesterday. Happier, maybe." I smiled at her comment.
"Yes… A weight has just been lifted off my shoulders… I've been feeling better than I have in a long time." I heard a chuckle come from the stairs, and turned to see Enrique.
"Maybe it's because you're staying with us," He winked, and I bit my lip on a sigh. That's right; I was staying with innocent people. A girl, who has to cover herself with weapons, is being with these kind people. Who knows what kind of trouble they'll get in…
"Shut up, En!" His mother chided, "You just made her frown…. Even if its cute, her smile is better." Delia wrapped an arm around my shoulders, glancing at me. I sighed and smiled. "I still owe you some ice cream." Delia's words made me feel a bit better as she dragged me away from the confused Enrique.
We enjoyed a whole day of browsing through shops, and I even got some chocolate ice cream. Delia had instantly become my best friend, and I steadily got more comfortable with her. The whole day had made me feel much better, but I knew I was just pushing off the thought of regret, because one thing lingered in my mind the whole time.
I would have to go soon. No avoiding it.
I realized all this as I sat casually on a bench near a small park-like area. It wasn't flourishing, obviously, but it was still filled with bare trees.
I was waiting for Delia, who went to get dinner at a nearby diner. I sat on the cold wooden bench, gritting my teeth.
"Geez." I threw my head back, sighing. I'll have to leave… I will never be able to see them again… That's sad. I cringed at the idea of leaving them, but that's when something caught my eye.
There was something posted on a tree right next to me. Curious, my brow knitted as I stood up and walked over to read the paper. My eyes widened in shock as I instantly saw the picture that covered it.
My picture.
My old picture, when I still had longer brown hair and hadn't gotten struck partly blind. Above it, the big caption read "WANTED". In shock, I tore it off the tree, sitting back on the bench and reading it closer. This is what it read, beneath the caption and the expertly drawn picture of me:
LYNETTE LA'VA
WANTED: Faking her identity to high-ranking military officers, and other crimes.
DESCRIPTION: Short ice blue hair and a curved scar on her left eye. Deeper, womanly voice, commonly in the possession of weapons. About 5'5, underweight.
Wanted for interrogation. If confronted with her, escape and alert nearby troops immediately. Do not engage in any kind of fight in attempt to capture her. She's too dangerous and must be dealt with armed soldiers.
And at the very bottom, read a mind-boggling reward. But I was too in shock to actually take everything in.
How did they find out my hair was blue?! That's when I remembered I had left the bucket of dye in the bathroom. I mentally facepalmed. Shit.
But this was extremely bad. News had already spread this far… It was too much. I couldn't stay here… I needed to leave. To escape. Right now, My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. I snapped out of my daze and glanced up to see Delia approaching. I hurriedly crumpled up the notice in my hands and stuffed it in my jacket pockets.
"Are you ok?" She asked, seeing my pale face. I looked up at her and nodded.
"Yeah, just a bit cold." I stood up, forcing a smile as I carried some of the dinner Delia held. She thanked me as we walked back, the wanted poster of me tucked away in my pocket.
Hi guys! I've fulfilled my promise to update~
But yeah, I'm kinda in a bad mood. First, one of my best friends ditched out on me for a movie with another friend, and, to top it all off, my other best friend ditched me also. I'm pissed at them because ITS JUST SO DAMN IRRITATING!
Okay, my little whiney rant is done. How do you like the chapter?
Oh, I finally figured out how to do the line breaky thingy..
I'll try to update again today, okay? I still need to keep my promise to one of my readers, and I promised a double update to make up for all my procrastinating and laziness. Okay? Okay.
Oh, I finally figured out how to do the line breaky thingy..
Please look forward to it!
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