THUNDERLOVEKAT11 or Leaf is here!
I will gladly present Chapter 2!
P.S-Yellow, you agree with LuvAllPokemon a lot, just saying...
My writing isn't that good compared to Yellow's... I hope this will do.
May's POV
The wind aimlessly drifted into the entrance. I shivered gathering sheets to cover more of my body. I watched quietly at Dawn who was sitting next to the door with dullness in her sapphire eyes. I sighed, our hideout isn't high tech, but it was the best we could ever have. I guess you could call us homeless, parent-less, and money-less.
The only reason we were trained to be spies was for one reason. Our parents. Dawn's parents and my parent's were one of the world's renowned scientists. Maybe that was why Dawn and I learned algebra and advanced chemistry when we were 12. But being a genius isn't what it's all cracked up to be.
Our parents were adult-napped when I turned 13 leaving me alone. Along with my best friend Dawn, we weren't orphans but we were parent-less and money-less. We weren't alone not yet. Brock Takeshi, our tutor. He knew everything about our parents and he was like the brother I never had. Here's a secret I have to tell you. He's a spy sent to protect my parents and Dawn's. Dawn and I never went to school, we were home schooled and after my 13th birthday we were trained to be spies.
Let's put it simple. Spies have been born to retrieve information and put it back together. In my case to find out who kidnapped our parents and get them back. But it's not easy training as a spy. Knowing 14 different languages and using people for information. Also knowing the self defense and gymnastics skills doesn't help either. Dawn and I never knew what one kidnapping could of caused for our lives of being a normal teenager. If we only knew, maybe we could of saved them. Goosebumps appeared on my arm as the thought scarred my mind
"What are we going to do?" Dawn asked quietly near the entrance. Okay our hideout is quite simple. The hideout is located in a rusty old apartment building. I know, I know definitely not spy-like but we spies like to be unknown. It has 3 rooms. The bathroom, well duh. Unless maybe we could find a bush. The bedroom which consisted of my favorite ruby silk pillow and Dawn's emerald, blue oval shaped pillow. I just couldn't part with some of my items after moving out. Brock also took some sheets and blankets for us. Dawn and I each had bunks. Uncomfortable bunks I mean. And for the last room, the kitchen. Brock is an amazing cook as well as a spy. Except for the fact that he failed at protecting our parents.
"Brock will know what to do..." I said quietly. "He always does..." I sighed turning around to face the fact that we lost George Mackerel. The only suspect of many suspects that may of done the crime. Wanted for arson and illegal experiments. And yet we haven't trained enough and let ourselves get away from it. The smell of funnel cake and our lost was on my mind.
"Do you think, I'll ever see him again?" Dawn mumbled looking outside at the freezing wind. I shivered quietly.
"Dawn, be reasonable. If we did you'll never be with him. He could.. could even be a honeypot!" I exclaimed shamefully. "Remember Brock's words.." I hoped my words got into Dawn, but she was still in a trance. Even if Paul was a honeypot, Dawn would still have delusions over him. And I wouldn't want Dawn hurt. She's all I have now. Plus honeypots scare me half to death. Being a spy, this is often used mostly on the opposite sex. It's to make the person fall in love and get information, or more exactly to get someone.
"I know, May! I know..." Dawn retorted. "I just can't help but feel the static." She whimpered and hugged her legs to her chest. Dawn can be so stubborn sometimes.
"Dawn... alright. I'll leave you alone. But warm yourself, okay." I handed her one of my blankets. She looked up sadly and grabbed it tightly. "Be sure to close the door, Dawn. It's too cold. I'm taking a shower." I nodded off. I took deep strides toward the bathroom.
"Thanks, May." Dawn called gratefully. I smiled turning back to glance at Dawn. Her eyes weren't the dull color I've seen last . It was it's usual bright sapphire color I have come to know and always loved about my best friend.
"No problem, Dawn!" I said cheerfully. I turned the handle into the bathroom. The kink was all I needed to know that I was going to take a shower. "Sometimes, I wish I could take a nice warm bath.." I mumbled turning the knob to the shower. Cold water poured through relentlessly. I held my hand to it, the water gradually became warm as I led myself in. After several minutes of washing my hair and sweat for this day, I stepped out. I grabbed my undershirts and added a dark green turtleneck along with some tights. Something tells me that today is going to be a big day.
"MAY! Are you done in there!" Dawn yelled through the bathroom. What the hell! This is what it's like to live with your best friend. Especially with Dawn who's specialty included lot's of teasing and staying up late. She also has some sort of morning ritual that I am purposely dragged into. Well maybe because I join in because she's my best friend. You never leave your best friend behind and if they're embarrassing you. Join them! Hakuna Matata, it means no worries. I just love that motto even if it has no meaning whatsoever to spies. Or assassins as I would like to call it. "May! My hair's a mess!" Dawn called through banging lightly on the door.
"How is your hair a mess? Today you put it up in a ponytail." I rolled my eyes. Even as a spy, Dawn over reacts with petty stuff. I think it's the drama queen in her. But like whatever, Dawn uses her cracking the lock trick. It sucks to have a friend that knows how. "A little privacy, Dawn!" I squealed angrily.
"May, I know you too well! You're done changing except for the fact you just like sniffing yourself." Dawn smiled teasingly. "Plus, Brock is here." I puffed my cheeks. I walked out of the bathroom door in search of Brock. First off to tell you. Brock probably would be horrible at honey-potting. He would creep all the girls out with his Romeo and Juliet theory about falling in love at first sight. But... you have to admit it's pretty funny.
When Dawn and I were very young we used to set traps for our tutor Brock to fall in. Usually some girls that actually buy his act as a joke. Dawn and I would do something to embarrass him in front of the girl. The good ole days where I could live my life free.
"Ahh, May." Tan Asian skin, dark spiky gelled hair, and masculine body. I guess that's how you would describe Brock Takeshi. His male complexion was made just for him as a male tutor. He was hot to any other woman, who took him seriously. But now that I think about it, it's all an act. Now that I know he's a spy. But to me Brock will always be the brother and tutor I knew. "Dawn told me... everything." Brock said calmly. He always had a habit of pausing in the middle of his sentences. And somehow he was just as harsh.
"So you understood?" I answered calmly. It was not a question, yet it was put into one. I was known for blending in and a master at disguises. The best way to blend is to seem the part. When you're afraid, show bravery. If your depressed, show love. And in my case, don't show what you're really capable of. "What are we going to do?"
"I understood, all of Dawn really... Ms. Jasmine. But I would like Ms. Berlitz out here... immediately!" Brock tapped his chin. Brock uses our last names when there is something very important. Such as like a test but somehow I know as a spy, it's not that.
"But..." I started to say. Brock gave me a stern look.
"No buts, Ms. Jasmine." I nodded looking back toward the bathroom. Thank god, for Dawn's quick remedies. And thanks to my ears for perfect hearing. I faintly heard the phat phat of Dawn's swift feet.
"What's going on?" Dawn whispered walking in calmly. Her face had a grim expression and a thoughtful appearance to it. Dawn has a pretty face but if you don't watch out she can kill you without weapons. Pressure joints sure are a scary thing, especially when your best friend might kill you when you go to sleep. Plus her Idian rug-burns hurts!
"Sit, Ms. Berlitz." Brock stated sitting down in his lounge chair. I squirmed a bit in my seat as Dawn took the one next to me. "I feel like I'm not training you guys right." He smiled faintly. Oh no! That's not good.
"Brock! How could you say that!" I exclaimed shocked. Never has Brock started a conversation with us this way! He couldn't be disappointed in us for losing sight of George!
"May..." Brock gave me a harsh look and I shrunk back a little. Dawn wasn't so easy. But Brock gave her the look too. "As I was saying! You kids will be going to school." School! School?
"SCHOOL?" Dawn laughed in disbelief. "This better not be a joke, Mr. Takeshi!"
"Not that kind of school, Dawn." Brock chuckled, "H.A.L.L. Academy for Exceptional Young Woman."
"It just sounds like a school for prissy rich girls!" I snorted. But I knew, I would expect more because for the fact that Dawn and I were rich girls.
"It's more than that. It's a school for spies. And other young ladies your age will be there." Brock stated, "I have a friend there. And I feel the training there would be best for you...To interact with other spies and forming alliances. It will be just like school." Great, a school for spies.
"But what about you, Brock?" Dawn inquired shaking her head. "You're not leaving?"
"Ahhh, Dawn. I will be leaving but I will be gone for a while.." Brock smiled faintly, "To search for your parents." As Master Brock taught us. We don't whine, we don't complain, we watch and learn. Sometimes it sucks to be a spy.
"Okay, Brock." I sighed shivering, "But be careful." My nose was running a little. I felt so hopeless like a string on water. My emotions are sinking into a bottomless ocean of tears. Spies don't cry, they cry secretly in their mind.
"Come here, girls!" Brock attempted to cheer us up, "Come give Old Brockie a hug!" Dawn and I ran to him hugging him to death. If I lose Brock... I can't think about it.
"Brock, what are we going to do without you?" I asked emotionally.
"Learn, improve, and be safe." He replied flashing us his toothy grin.
"But promise me one thing." Brock whispered sharply. Dawn and I looked at him briefly. "Don't chase after me, I will come for you." Dawn and I both nodded to each other. But somehow, for some reason I have this thought in my mind that we couldn't keep this promise. Because if Brock was in trouble we would rush to his side immediately.
"Take these envelopes. Solidad would drop by to pick you up. Introduce yourself to Headmistress Cynthia. Trust her, and remember the promise." Brock looked at us. We nodded getting ready for the scene we always saw happen. Brock let go of us, putting on his black cape and swiftly ran through the door. Running through the wind on another whirlwind mission. But this might be the last time.
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It probably won't be as good as Yellow's but I can try. But I'm getting better! I'm really annoyed right now because Yellow put of a really long profile on our profile! I can't even read all of it!
I hope this answers some questions... it's sort of cliche but it goes with the plot.
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I hoped you enjoyed!