The requested Stalker!Kyntak fiction. For Cassey11.
He got boxes of sweets, Turkish delight and chocolate. They just came in the mail one day.
It was wrapped in pink paper and there was a huge red bow on top. The card just read an ambiguous "For You" in ChaoCursive script.
Six had tried to reason with the delivery man that it was the wrong address. But the man showed him the paperwork and there was no mistake.
Six didn't like sweets and left it, after a thorough search for bugs, at the Heart's break room, a place he didn't know existed until King pointed it out.
The car pulled out of nowhere effectively cutting off all exits. He was on his own.
He fought them off as best he could. There were ten of them. Three in the car. Seven on the street. It was the last time he followed shady people to shady alleys on shady missions. He should have known that it was bigger that arresting a small drug ring.
I've finally run out of luck.
A flash of blue caught his eye. A man in a ski mask and blue hoodie was disarming an adversary. The clean, quick movements caught his eye. It wasn't an everyman sort of skill. He's army. Six realized with a chill. If he escaped the crew of ragtag muscle he would have to deal with a trained mercenary, probably ChaoSonic if the sweater logo was anything to go by. He dodged a foot aimed at his torso.
Six sent another man flying. There were two left. The hooded man dispatched one and Six took down the other with a jab. He turned just in time.
Fluffy pink darts flew past him. He counted four. One shattered glass. The crack started as a splinter. Then it spread with hairline fractures that appeared with the speed of waves and the jagged edges of corals. They sent the glass in every direction, showering in a rain of pieces. The next three took out people behind it. Each one struggled to pull out the dart as the poison worked into their system. The hooded man held up a tranquilizer gun ready to strike again. It was unnecessary. Six turned back to face the man. The fellow lowered the gun and his eyes crinkled at the edges.
And he ran. Six watched the hooded man give him a parting glance before taking off. He swore the eyes were familiar.
The Deck chose then to show up. A Joker had called in saying that the information was bait and the gang numbered more than ten. They disarmed the remaining sellers in the ware house. King was glad at the revenue the equipment would bring in. All thoughts of the man left Six's mind.
The next day, he was assaulted by flowers. Grysat forced them upon him as he entered the Deck.
"Your secret admirer," he said barely hiding a chuckle. Six frowned and inquired as to whether or not this was a huge joke. It was not.
Six flashed his ID from around the vase and took the flowers with him. Two was just returning from a muffin run and jumped in the elevator with him.
"Whoa…" He stared at Six's vase of roses. "Who are those for?" Six felt like vanishing then and there.
"Me." Two's eyes grew into huge emeralds.
"Someone sent you…" The elevator door opened on the Heart's floor
"Yes." Six let his monosyllabic answers drive the man away. Two stood his ground and continued the conversation doggedly following along.
"Are you seeing someone?" Six wondered what he did to bring that on. Surely he never dropped hints of being in a relationship or even being sociable.
"No."
"Then who…" Two pointed to the flowers. Six tried not to punch him.
"I have no idea." Two stared at the bouquet and pointed out the lack of a card.
"Secret admirer." It was exactly what the general assumption would be. Six nodded leaving to get water for the blooms. Two trailed after him with a gleeful expression.
Queen was in the break room when Six set the flowers on a table.
"Are those for me?" she teased just leaving with a cup of tea. Six barely glanced at her.
"Nope," Two grinned. "They're from Six's secret admirer." Queen turned back, interest painting her features. Six's hands itched.
"Secret admirer?" She sat in one of the chairs. She looked like a child with a new toy. Two joined her abandoning his muffins.
Six nodded, pointedly not looking at them. He took water from the sink and started pouring some into the vase. Queen studied the roses for a minute. Six could see her thoughts going one way and another. It was disconcerting.
"Did you know flowers have meanings?" Two shook his head. "They were used to convey messages in pre-takeover times. Each flower had a meaning and the position had an impact of the overall message."
She smiled wistfully. "My grandfather wooed my grandmother that way. He gave her china roses surrounded by ferns."
"What did it mean?" Two poked one of the red roses curiously. Six wondered if he expected a note from forty years ago to fall out from between the petals. He wouldn't put it past him.
She smiled in a warm way. "China roses were a symbol of fresh beauty. Ferns mean attention. She was a youthful beauty surrounded by his attentions. She was flattered. That did the trick."
"What trick?" King appeared in the doorway surprised to see flowers, Six, Two, and Queen, things that usually avoided each other, in the same room.
"The meaning of flowers. Queen was telling us about her grandparents." Two informed him. Six felt like sinking into the floor.
"Oh? I haven't heard that one." He took a seat next to Six, who had just taken a seat after realizing they wouldn't let him escape.
"And you won't," she replied with a wry grin. "Let's dissect this one." Two found a napkin and King provided a pen. Six watched wondering how he never learned this form of code. She pulled out the roses one by one.
"Note that the whole bouquet is surrounded by white rose sprays. They mean secrecy. There is a moss rosebud which is a confession. See how it takes front and center. Then we have an outer ring of Carolina reds. Six of them may be a reference to your name but they also convey 'a desire to be yours'. Carolinas mean danger. A daily means 'I wish your smiles were for me'." She took a good look at Six.
"Strange as you always scowl." Which prompted him to scowl at her. She continued undeterred, "But I guess some like that." She removed the last rose and held it reverently.
"This is lovely." She smiled in new warmth. It was a little bitter but just as kind.
Six looked at the thorny flower in her hand. While all the others were thorn less this one had many. Other than that, it was blue. It had a bigger draw than the others, mostly because it was out of place in the red and white colors.
"A blue rose is artificially made." Six sat up straight. The Lab. They could be behind the bouquet. If they were, then how was he still free? They knew where he worked and where he lived. His mind generated every possible tangent. Someone didn't want him to know who they were.
"Before the takeover, they just managed to grow true breeding blue roses. Grandmother said it was a sensation in GM plants. But it has a different meaning." She passed it to Six. "It means 'mystery'."
Six fingered the sharp thorns. "Those show a difficult love. And it was hidden. What do you think it means?"
She looked at him in earnest. Six stared at the bouquet and the faces. He hadn't said a word the whole time. Time to prove he paid attention.
"I guess this is supposed to be a mystery. I like to think the roses do represent me. So the sender is making a love confession to me but can't tell anyone. It is dangerous. And the rest are just little things like how he wants me to smile and that love like this will hurt." Yes. Hurt and danger. For more than one.
She turned to Two. "How many roses are there?"
He glanced around. "Twleve."
She shook her head. "Add the blue."
"Thirteen." She nodded. "That means something we already know. Secret admirer."
I don't know why. Wall is up.
I've got a flower obsession.
AND if you're reading this, don't get yellow roses. They traditionally mean jealousy.