Ink Notice

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-Past History-

Agent Octavia… She was an Octoling, but she had defected over to fighting for the Inklings, mainly because I had unknowingly charmed her, with my beguiling looks, to her.

-A few months ago-

"Go! I'll hold them off, Agent 1! Just get Agent 2 back to HQ, and complete the mission!"

I had no choice but to make a last stand. The Octarians were closing in rapidly, their forces becoming too great. I was outnumbered ten to one, with an empty tank on my back. I threw my last Seeker, sending some Octolings back to where they came from. I had to retreat, for they were closing in on my position. I had been cornered soon enough, and they had their guns trained on me, ready to splat me at a moment's notice.

"Hands in the air, Inkling! Don't make a move!"

I had heard a harsh feminine voice bark orders at me, and I put on a sly smile, seeing if I could smile at Death for another day to live. To say that I was surprised when I turned around was an understatement; I was purely baffled at her appearance! Usually, Octolings wear their black uniforms, usually cut for freedom of movement, with goggles to filter the light, as their eyes were quite sensitive. This particular Octoling had no goggles, and therefore I could see her pristine eyes. Her eyes were a light magenta, complimenting her hair color, and she had a look that was one of a new soldier, scared and nervous...yet it was cute.

"What? Afraid to pull the trigger, Octoling? Come on! Pull the trigger. If you've got the guts, that is…" I replied to her.

"Shut up! You don't know what I can do to you, you… Be quiet!"

I had put my arms down, clearly calm about the whole situation. I had walked up to her, my calm face inches away from her. She smelled like some sort of perfume for some reason, unusual for an Octoling to have any at all. I gently put her gun away from my face, and tried to see if I could talk my way out of this.

"You know… you look pretty for an Octoling. Where'd you get the purfume?"

The Octoling shook with fright, not knowing what to do in this situation, as she was fairly new, just fresh out of the boot. She seemed to blush from my comment, not knowing what to do.

"Sh...shut up, idiot! Who the hell you do you think you are?!"

She had thrown a punch, trying to knock me out. I had seen it coming, and dodged gracefully, backstepping away. I looked at her with a smirk, knowing I could easily knock her out. She tried again, and I caught it this time, spinning her around and holding her against a crate, immobile.

"Hm…You're pretty good! But not fast enough, rookie."

She had been pinned now, and she couldn't try anything. I had come up to her ear, and whispered something.

"I'm going to let you go. When we meet again, if we do, try again, rookie. What's your name?"

"...Octavia."

"A pretty name. I'm Agent 3. Stay fresh, Octavia. You're too pretty to be in the Octarian army."

I had said that last part in a breathy whisper, making sure she got the compliment. I let her arm go, before she spun around and planted a kiss on my lips, a quick one, but still a kiss nonetheless. She had taken me by surprise for once, the sly Octoling… she left me momentarily stunned, before she produced a flashbang and then she disappeared, leaving no trace of her existence.

Fast forward a couple of missions later. I was sent to retrieve more info on the Octarians for HQ, also retrieving crucial Baby Zapfishes for the city. I had snuck past Octoling patrols, never making or leaving any sounds of my presence. However, I had slipped up once, and an Octoling had taken notice, shadowing me as I went. I saw my objective behind a crate, and before I went to retrieve the zapfish, I felt a barrel pressed against my neck.

"Hands in the air...Inkling. Don't make a move.

That voice. I had heard it somewhere, but when I turned around, and thought I saw an Octoling that I had previously seen before… but I couldn't be sure.

"Well. Looks like I'm the one cornered this time, isn't it?"

"Don't make any sound, Inkling."

A cold feminine voice this time. It would seem that Octavia had indeed been training herself hard, trying to catch me again. I knew that charms wouldn't work this time, because I saw a different Octoling that day. She wore a form fitting uniform, complete with combat boots and goggles, and she had seemed to rank up, two stripes. I knew that I would see her eyes if I saw her eyes if I just removed the goggles, so I had started to move, but she still trained her sights on me.

"You've changed, rookie…now you've improved your skills then, I presume?"

"Shut up."

Right to the point then. It seemed that she was ruthless, and that she wanted to see any reaction from me. Inside, I was sweating bullets, but I had a calm exterior, almost cold looking. She had walked closer to me, looking around our surroundings. It was a boxed area, and I laughed at my situation. Caught as she was.

"Get to the wall!"

Oh? She intended to get me back the way I had, did she? I did as prompted, before she stopped right in front of my face. She took off her goggles, revealing those eyes I seemed to admire. I was still calm, she still had some nervousness around herself, still shaking. Out of nervousness, or whatever, I didn't know. She had walked closer, still intent on splatting me. She kept walking, until our faces were almost a kiss away, making her blush.

"What's wrong, Octavia? Catfish got your tongue? Haha!"

"Shut up, Inkling!"

I shut my mouth, but my face was still smug. Octavia had started to pat me down, trying to see if I had any hidden weapons on me. She still tried in vain, but as soon she got to my face, she held my cheek, peering into my azure blue eyes. Time…seemed to slow down in that moment. We kept looking into each other's eyes, trying to see what our lives held. She seemed to glint with the past, a past of training and drilling from her army. All she saw in mine were…well, that's another story for another time, I'm afraid. She had her perfume on, a habit I guess. She still kept looking at me, blushing more by the minute, before she put her lips on mine, kissing me fully. My mind went into overdrive just trying to comprehend what was happening, and before I knew it, I started to return the kiss as well, not caring that I was courting an Octoling.

"You…what are you doing, Octavia? I'm the enemy, damn it!"

While I was an Inkling, that still wasn't reason to start kissing an Octoling. It felt…wrong. But Octavia still didn't think so, as she really started to kiss me harder. It took me having to push her away from me, to try and get away from her. My new objective was to get away from this Octoling, as far as I could, then retrieve the zapfish. I tried to find a way out, but Octavia had caught me, hugging my back.

"What?! Get…off me!"

"NEVER! YOU'RE THE ENEMY! I MUST HOLD YOU CAPTIVE MYSELF!"

She was persistant. I sighed in defeat, turning around to see a blushing, yet somewhat angry Octoling clinging to me. I chuckled, not sure of what to do. She let me go, but not before saying something which would probably still surprise me to this day.

"I want to defect to your country."

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"You heard me. I want to fight for you."

"Just like that? You simply abandon your side, your allies, people and possibly friends you've fought with as comrades in arms?"

She hesitated, not sure about her answer. She tossed any trace of doubt in both of us by kissing me once more.

"Hm. I guess you do mean it. Alright, tell me where the baby zapfish is hidden then."

She nodded, pointing to the highest point of the area. Of course. It always has to be the highest point, displayed openly. That's Octarians for you. Always flashing their arrogance, thinking they could win. Oh they won't. We both sped towards the baby zapfish, side by side. It was weird that Octarian and Inklings were working together, a concept that would seem like an idea only. But it was happening right here. We reached the summit, but Octavia had taken me by surprise by tackling me and deeply kissing me, taking me by surprise once more. She didn't stop for a full minute, making out with me like I was her significant other. She still was deeply infatuated with me.

"Octavia...you know this is forbidden pretty much right?"

"So? Then this is our forbidden love then~" She said with want.

"Well, save it for later then. We have to complete the mission. Help me out here, and maybe...maybe I'll trust you."

She smashed the glass dome with her gun, all the while looking at me. It only took a second before the alarm started to blare, signalling all Octotroopers and Octolings alike to our position. I readied our escape, while Octavia took the zapfish, bringing it back to us.

"Alright. Here we go!"

I activated our escape, bringing Octavia's hips close to mine, before I smirked at the looks of bewilderment on the Octarians, thinking that one of their soldiers had defected.

"Stay Fresh!"

All was gone in a flash, and we were gone. Long gone.

-Present-

I opened the door with light care, trying to sneak away from everyone. It was fun, but I needed a break. It was getting dark now, and only my lamp shone what light was able to be seen, and I sat down on my bed, tired from the fun I had. I took off my shirt, tossing it in my basket, my necklace hanging still, but for a moment. I looked at my self at my mirror. Not too badly shaped, if I must say so myself; I was toned from training to fight, and my complexion was, aptly put by Marie, able to swoon any girl. It seemed true, when I got an Octoling to fight for us. I was tired for the night, so I laid on my bed. Octavia busted through my door, walking irregularly. She smelled of algae soda, which for some unfathomable reason, made her act as if she was drunk. However, it was just a sugar rush, but she acted so much like a drunk person, that we just assumed she WAS drunk. She stumbled on my bed, trying to grab at me.

"There you are...I wuuz wondering where you-*hic* went. Don't you want to have funn~"

She really was getting to me at this point, as she was now coming on to me. She straddled me, thinking that I was a seahorse, and I guess she could have mistaken me, as I was trying to buck her off of me. We both fell off, but she was laughing about the whole thing, thinking it was funny.

"Alright. Come on, you've had one too many, Octavia. Sleep it off. You'll be fine tomorrow morning."

She kept clinging to me, trying to get me to stay with her.

"Nnnnoooo...please, stay here with me. Don't leave me..."

I sighed in defeat, mainly due to the fact that I just wanted to sleep, but she wouldn't stop trying to persuade me. In all honesty, I just wanted to sleep, and fatigue took hold as I laid down beside her. I bid her good night, but she was still delirious, trying to smooch me. I pushed her face away, and she seemed to pout, not happy that I wasn't cuddling with her. To be sure that she wasn't trying to do anything, I decided to enter into a fake sleep, and she pressed my cheek, trying to get me awake. I didn't do anything, trying to convince her that I was asleep. I could tell she squealed, because she made a high pitched noise, almost inaudible. I heard sheets rustling, before I felt her cuddle up right next to me, holding me close. She kissed my cheek, and snickered at my clueless attitude. Only if she knew I wasn't asleep. To make her satisfied and to make her happy, I grabbed her, making sure that we both were embraced in sleep.

"Thank you..."

I snored, trying to really sell it to her, but she still wasn't done.

"I love you..."

I smiled, returning a kiss to her forehead. Together, we slept, embraced in each other's arms, not knowing that she really meant it.

Oh man! Another story fresh outta the press! Thanks for following this story, and for giving me ideas from your reviews, everyone. I won't leave a post afternote of the story, like I did in Co-Existence, but I will thank you all for taking the time to wait and read my stories. *bows*