HEY EVERYONE! ANOTHER UPDATE! AND THIS TIME, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I WAS THINKING OR ON WHILE I WROTE THIS CHAPTER. BUT IT'S TOO LATE, AND I KIND OF LIKE IT AS WEIRD AS THAT SOUNDS. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER!
Chapter 9: I Don't Have a Chapter Title, So here are some Words in Place of It
"I'm surprised that Rico had that kind of side," Éclair spoke, still shocked by how Ricotta was speaking, and where the conversation was about to go.
"Same. I'm just surprised that you didn't turn redder than you did. Any redder, you could have had steam coming from your head," Jaxson pointed out. "You must be a closet pervert."
Jaxson ducked, knowing a punch was coming. And the punch flew over his head, Jaxson smiling. He then stood up, and felt a fist punch the top of his head, making him clutch his head.
"That hurt!" Jaxson shouted.
"You deserved it," Éclair bluntly spoke.
"Because I was right or because you don't want to admit it?" Jaxson asked, Éclair opening her mouth, then closed it, groaning. "Point, Jaxson. Relax. Even though I might not show it, or talk about it openly like a certain brown-haired girl we know, I can be quite naughty."
Jaxson now had a red hand print on his cheek, smiling, regretting nothing. Jaxson then looked at the sky, and then his shadow, confusing Éclair slightly, until she realized what he was doing.
"Determining the time?" Éclair asked.
"Yes. It's approximately two in the afternoon. So, what do you want to do? Surely you must be curious about me, since I've not mentioned much about my past while in your care," Jaxson spoke.
"Not really," Éclair spoke, turning her head, Jaxson smirking.
"Oh? Even though you are avoiding eye contact and trying to hide your face without making it seem like it?" Jaxson pointed out, Éclair glaring at him. "Look me straight in the eyes and say that."
Éclair looked at Jaxson's eyes, and there was a dead silence between the two. Éclair grew red and turned away, Jaxson smiling in victory.
"Be honest with yourself. Less time you have to worry about stress the more time you can do what you want, should it be training, relaxing, or reading a good book," Jaxson commented. "They say actions speak louder than words. Yet somehow the pen is mightier than the sword."
"And what is the point of this?" Éclair asked.
"That you should just fucking say or do what you really want," Jaxson bluntly spoke. "Now, I'm going back to your place to grab everything."
"And what about yourself?" Éclair asked.
"What about myself?" Jaxson countered, knowing what she was referring to. Of course, his plan of action was returning home. He didn't plan on staying, so he tried not to make connections. That had failed.
/+/The Following Morning\-\
Jaxson woke up on the floor this time, and stretched out his body, making sure that he didn't manage to fuck his body up during his sleep. Other than some tired joints, he was fine. He sat up, and looked towards Éclair's bed, seeing her body missing.
'Strange,' Jaxson thought, scanning the room. He then felt something next to him move, and had a pretty good feeling of what was coming next. He dared to look, ad saw Éclair. He instinctively leaned back, and Éclair giggled a bit. 'What the fuck is going on?'
"Morning," Éclair smiled.
"Morning," Jaxson spoke suspiciously. "What's going on? Is this some weird form of payback?"
"That's mean. I try to be kind and you get suspicious," Éclair complained.
"That's because you've been mean or indifferent when talking with, to, or about me. Of course I'm going to be suspicious," Jaxson explained. "Anyways, I'm heading out. Still early enough for a cool morning jog."
Jaxson dug through his bag, taking one of his pistols out of habit, and stuck it in his back pocket. Taking off the tank top, he grabbed the shirt he bought himself, Éclair seeing his back for the first time. A large scar went from his left hip to his right shoulder blade. Éclair wanted to ask about it, but Jaxson had already put on the black sleeveless shirt, and strapped on his boots.
"I'll be back soon," Jaxson spoke, quickly checking his phone battery.
'45 percent. It should last until next week. I'll have to rely on my wrist com after that, which won't be much help once my phone dies, since I've had it use that signal to communicate,' Jaxson thought, starting his jog. He decided to first take a path he knew. He decided to jog to the castle, proceed to jog around it, and back. With his mental course set, he started his real jog.
'What's with Éclair? Either she took advice from me, which would be a miracle, or she is planning some kind of elaborate payback,' Jaxson thought to himself. 'Of course, if it is the former, she might be trying to treat me kindly as a way of apologizing. Or something else.'
Jaxson shook his head, clearing his mind. 'Focus now. You're going home. They should be here within a few days I hope. Once that happens, I'll return to,' Jaxson paused in his thought, even stopping his jog.
"Killing," Jaxson breathed. For the first time in Flognarde, he was second guessing his decision of returning. Jaxson shook his head again, and started jogging again.
'Just because I don't want to, doesn't mean I won't have to. I need to just stop. A few weeks and already I am wondering what the hell I've done with myself. What if I don't belong on Earth? I'll start looking at things at a different angle. Maybe I should be glad I'm here. Better that heading back,' Jaxson thought to himself, finishing up his jog, arriving back at the house. He noticed that Éclair wasn't to be seen, but he stayed alert anyways. He didn't want to be on the receiving end of Éclair's strange personality.
"Anyways, I guess I should try to be productive. Let's see," Jaxson thought, looking around the kitchen, since he hadn't eaten yet.
/+/1 Hour Later, Firianno Castle\-\
"That was great!" Ricotta thanked, Jaxson smiling.
"It was good. Experiment?" Éclair asked.
"Nope. At least not anymore. Took a few years to get that recipe I used," Jaxson answered.
"Oh, How come you never show your teeth when you smile?" Éclair asked, Jaxson instantly freezing up.
"I'd rather not talk about it," Jaxson spoke quietly, looking at the ground uncomfortably. "Can we find something else to talk about?"
"Alright. I can tell it's a touchy subject," Éclair spoke, Ricotta looking at Éclair and then Jaxson.
'Oh? Is something going on between them?' Ricotta thought, getting a rather devious idea.
"Just how touchy do you get with Jaxson?" Ricotta asked with a devilish grin on her face.
'Little girl thinks she's clever eh? Well, I'll counter. Sorry in advance Éclair,' Jaxson thought.
"Touchy enough to know what I like," Jaxson smiled. "Her back is incredibly soft as well."
"What?" both Ricotta and Éclair exclaimed, for two very different reasons. Éclair since she now thinks Jaxson violated her in her sleep, and Ricotta for dirt. And Ricotta had a sparkle in her eye that only spelt trouble.
"How good is he? What kind of things does he do to you?" Ricotta asked Éclair, who glared at Jaxson, deciding to get payback on multiple levels. This was going to be the start.
"More like what kind of things do I do to him," Éclair smirked, Jaxson now glaring at Éclair. Of course, his was a more informative glare. Ricotta looked puzzled at first, but then smirked.
"You naughty boy. Tell me the details Éclair!" Rciotta demanded a terrifying glint in her eyes.
"That would violate the confidentiality of the bedroom. I might show her something else tonight as well," Jaxson added.
"And what would that be dear?" Éclair practically growled, venom coming from her voice.
"How good I am with my arms," Jaxson smiled, knowing the two would take it the wrong way. Ricotta's eyes grew wide, and Jaxson decided to end the charade. "Want to know something else Ricotta?"
"Yes!" Ricotta practically teleported to Jaxson upon hearing his offer.
"Nothing has happened between us. I decided to do this as a way of you deciding to go pervert mode. And Sorry Éclair. I had fun messing with Ricotta. Oh, and the thing with my arms, I can still do that If you want. Nothing sexual, I promise," Jaxson explained.
"You can guarantee that you'll find a new meaning of pain later," Éclair growled.
SOOO... SORRY IF THIS COMPLETELY RUINED A CHARACTER FOR YOU. I DON'T KNOW WHY, BUT RICOTTA PEGGED ME AS THE ONE WHEN THEY GOT OLDER, WOULD BE A PERVERTED ONE. WELL, I'LL GET READY FOR A HATE WAVE THAT WILL BE INCOMING ONCE THIS GOES UP. CONTINUE FOLLOWING THE STORY IF YOU WANT. IT'S THAT BUTTON. NO, THE OTHER ONE. CLOSER, BUT NOT QUITE THERE. THERE WE GO. CLICK IT PLEASE! I'VE GOT ALL DAY. I CAN WAIT. OKAY, THANKS!