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Xuin The Killer: I'm not planning on jumping straight ahead into them smutty parts. More later on into the story I probably might, depending if i'm brave enough. But otherwise, thank you!
It was nice getting to know her a bit more. It was weird at first since teammate aren't really suppose to give out personal information to each other. All the guys sorta kept their lives hidden away from each other. Hell, I barely remember their actual names.
"So B- I mean, uh... Damaris... Where ya from?" She looked up from the can of BONK! she was holding.
"Um... Well. Italy. My dad was from Venice, my mom was from Sicily. I moved to here when I was 4." I gave her a quick nod before turning away from her and looking out at the scenery. We both were sitting on top of the roof, watching the clouds and birds. It was ceasefire and there wasn't anything to do really.
Usually Demo and Solly were playing poker with whatever sucker they could pull in, Snipes was hiding in his van, and the rest were just getting ready for war. While, I, on the other hand.. Just usually roamed around, or play some ball near the fence that separates us from the outer world.
"What about you? Where are you from?" She quietly asked. I turn to look to stare at a pair of ember eyes. I've been used to seeing cold blue eyes around here, but her eyes seemed warm.
"Boston, Massachusetts! Home of tha' Boston Red Socks!"
"You're a baseball fan, huh?" I jumped at my feet, holding my bat and swinging.
"Hell yeah! It ain't obvious to ya?" She snickered a bit, taking a sip of the BONK.
"Well, my dad is a Yankees fan." I shot her a glare.
"Hmph, yer dad has bad taste in teams. Don't tell me ya from New York..." She nodded her head, smiling. I waved my hands in the air.
"Man I din't know. Well, eitha way, yer dad has crappy taste in teams." We both had a good laugh before coming to an awkward silence.
"You know this drink taste weird." She made a scowling face after taking sip. "I don't get how can you stand this stuff?" I shrugged.
"Ya got ova' tha' taste an' just drink it. It helps me out, and tastes pretty okay-ish ta me." She sniffed the can, and scowled again, handing me the drink. I gulped it down in one shot. Made me wonder about how would the others react to drinking this stuff. I remember Heavy sniffing the can when I first got it. He scrunched his face at the sour smell.
"So... You got any family in Boston?" I nearly spat out my drink at the sudden question. It wasn't THAT personal... Just a bit surprising.
Rubbing the back of my neck I wiped the rest of my drink from my mouth. "Uh... Well... I got my ma, and 9 older brotha's. That's 'bout it really."
"What about your dad?" I stopped. It was weird hearing that word.
"Uhh well..." B looked at me and then lowered her head. "I'm sorry. Forget I asked."
"It's alright... Uh... People tend ta ask my ma 'bout her husband. By tha' way, he left when I was 3." The look on her face dropped, and I sorta felt bad for answering that question. And then here we were again to the awkward silence. I fiddled with the tab of the can, hearing the 'clink' of it hitting the top of the can.
"So anyw-"
"My dad was killed." The can I had slipped through my fingers and fell down to the ground, hitting it with an empty clank.
"W-whoa... WHAT." This was a whole level of awkward. It was one thing knowing that someone's parents were divorced. It's another to know that one of their parents were KILLED. I stared at her as she took a sip of another can of BONK which was lying around.
"Um... Look B, i'm real sorry for what happened. But uh... Damn way ta go on ahead an' land that sorta bomb on someone."
"Well I felt bad for you telling me about your dad. So I told you mine." It was still weird... Not to be rude or anything. I felt sorry for her.
"If you don't mind me asking, what's your reason for joining Teufort?" She asked. I sat beside her, tired of standing.
"Well... Okay, my pa bailed out on us, an' me, my ma, an' 9 bros had a hard time comin' up wit money. My bros and ma had work, but it barely paid ta have food on tha' table. I couldn't find a job 'cos, hell... No one accepted me 'cos I was a little snot nosed brat. So... One day afta' playing a game of baseball with some of the fella down the street, some guy ina black suit came up ta me an' said he hada contract for a guy like me who ran hella fast. They said I would get paid, an' I signed as fast as I could. My ma wasn't that happy since one 'a my bros signed a contract once an' had ta go ta war. Guy barely made it alive. But, well, at least i'm helping. So here I am. I send some money ta my family every week. Or wheneva' I get paid."
B removed her hat and ran a hand through her really short and messy hair. It stick out in funny angles and reminded me when I tried to cut my hair on my own when I was 6. My ma had a panic attack and nearly killed me.
"Oh, well i'm sorry for what you guys had to go through. I'm sure your mom is grateful for what you're doing." I sorta shrugged. I knew deep down my ma was still a bit upset for signing without her consent.
"Yea... But whateva. I call her every two weeks ta see how everything is goin' back home. I'ma uncle to another little rascal." I let out a chuckle at it. I couldn't wait to get home and see everyone again. "What 'bout ya B? What's yer story?"
She fidgeted wit her hat before putting it back on, seeming a bit nervous.
"Oh... Well... I almost had the same problems as you. Though my parents are immigrants and worked in factories. We live in a tiny run down house. My dad worked in a factory working on A/C units and fans. My mom helped make dresses and clothes. Well there was an accident which involved my dad and well... He didn't make it out alive. He was a major source of income and without him, we sorta started struggling. If we didn't pay off these bills, we would have to go back home to Italy. My mom had to sell her wedding dishes and almost sold my grandmothers wedding band. I took it upset at her wanting to sell it. Last resort was that my mom wants me to get married to some wealthy man or something. I ran off and worked at a bar for a bit. It was always busy and lots of rough guys came and got drunk. Some guy came and offered me a contract saying that I looked like a great back up, and said i'd be getting paid way more than that bar. So, I took it. And here I am."
"So.. What's wit ya dressed like a dude?"
"When I came here the Admin said that there were 9 men who worked at Teufort and the possibility of there being a women might cause some... Issues. Like you guys would kill me or something. The way she put it was frightening so I didn't take any chances."
I patted her shoulder, trying to reassure her that we've all been there before feeling awkward about the whole situation. I mean, it's one thing for her being a lady. But otherwise, we've been there where we had to come here, and made contracts with whoever the hell owns Teufort, pretty much selling our souls, and risking each and everyday coming here to fight for what? A suit case that had a bunch of papers inside it.
"Tha' guys should be okay wit ya being a chick. Hell, mosta tha guys here are married." B rose an eyebrow in surprise. Like she expected all these men in here to not have lives outside of the battlefield.
"Wait, really? Oh man I never knew. I thought they were like... Killers or something?"
"Pfft, nah. Trust me, like you an' me got families, so do these dudes." She stared at me, like she wanted me to continue or something. "Ohh noo.. Ya better get ta know the fella's 'round here betta. I ain't tellin' you all a' their stories!" She gave me one of those 'what the fuck' looks.
"But won't they kill me if they find out i'm a woman or something!? I wanna live till i'm old enough to recklessly run people over! Or what if they don't believe me?" I snorted at her comment.
"Nahh, trust me, just get to know em a bit better."
"HA! Back Up lettle girl? Heavy does not think so. Girls stay home, cooking and cleaning. Not on field fighting like us men." B gave me a quick glance, pretty much telling me 'I told you so'.
"Nahhh, it's true big guy. Why ya think B ain't never showered wit' us?" Heavy gave a quick glance to Demoman who was next to him.
"Ehh... Tha' lad sorta makes sense." He slurred. Spy scoffed.
"Is zhat jour explanation for his poor skills?" I glared at the spook, slouched against the wall.
"Oi mate, no need ta be pickin' on that new guy." Great, now everyone will be thinking that i'm harassing B.
"No no n.. I uh... C'mon B help me outta here." She just shrugged her shoulder, sheepishly smiling. Great. Now it was me against 8 fellas.
"Hey Doc, don'tcha see B when she's.. Yanno.. Naked?" Medic
"Vell... Ja..."
"Well then! Ain't there somethin' real girly about her body?" Medic shifted his glasses up his nose, a bit flustered.
"Herr Scout, that iz personal information." Now everyone turned to Medic, eyeing him suspiciously.
"So ye ain't gonna tell us if ye let laddie in here?"
"Oi Doc have ya been holdin' back on us?"
"Doktor, is lettle man really lettle girl?" I grinned at my successful attempt of turning everyone away from me and onto Medic. I saw him glare at me, which made me laugh under my breath. Seeing him surrounded by everyone calling for him was nothing new.
"Well then gentlemen. I see you brought the battle back to the barracks." The sound of sharp heels clicking against the tiled floor made everyone halt, and sharpen up.
"So then, what's the commotion." There she stood, tall and proud, blowing smoke out in our faces. I turned to see B hiding next to Heavy, scared of what might happen now that everyone has an idea that there is a woman on the battlefield.
"Is it true? There's a woman here on our team?" Engie pipped up, a bit scared of the Admin's reaction. Her eyebrows furrowed down, making her scowl a bit. Ms. Pauling pulled out her clipboard and began scanned through the papers in her hands.
"All teammates personal information is to not be-" Admin held out her hand, cutting Ms. Pauling off. She smirked a bit.
"No need Pauling. These men have the right to now. So let them find out for their own. Back Up, may I have a word for you, back at my office." I snapped a glance at B, who walked away from Heavy's shadow. God I was terrified. This was my fault. I should've just left it a secret.
Before I was able to speak up, they were gone. And here I was left with guilt. Goddammit.
Today we were switched to Sawmill, due to something that happening back at 2Fort. We were getting supplies ready for today's battle.
I hated Sawmill, it was always so rainy and crap. I always end up slipping on some puddle, or falling into that tiny pond. But whatever, gotta just grab the Intel and go.
The doors slid open, and there stood B, walking to her locker. There was a bruise on her cheek, which came to show that something bad went down between her and the Admin.
"Yo, wassup B?" She turned to look at me, a small smile on her face. "Hi."
Trying to keep low before anyone hears or even notices she was back. "So wha' happen between ya an' tha' old hag? She beat ya? Ohhh man wait till I finish here an' i'll give her a beatin' of a lifetime." To my surprise, B let out a tiny laugh.
"No no no! I mean, yeah, she slapped me for slipping up about my disguise. But, she said whatever happens now happens. Whether for the best or worse." She shrugged and cocked her shotgun. I sighed, relieved that nothing worse happened. Hell, i've had my bad runs with the lady, but she was always too busy with her nose in the piles of paper work on her desk.
"Well then, lets go shall we?" Before I knew it, the countdown began and everyone was in position. I saw some eyes straying at B, which made me feel.. A bit uneasy.
5... 4... 3... 2... 1
We all ran out of the cramped room, into the damp hot environment. For it being rainy, it was humid as hell which made things so uncomfortable.
"You go on ahead, i'll catch up to you." Gunfire nearby made me aware that she caught onto a BLU. I nodded and sprinted away, trying to grab the intel before the BLU Engie sets up anything. Just as I got near the intel room, waddling through the water, something metal smacked me upside the back of my head.
"Well if it ain't a RED." I looked up to see a BLU Scout glaring down at me. He wasn't much different from me, other than having lighter, short hair, a chipped tooth (from our last encounter) and well, wearing a blue shirt. Quickly pulling out my wooden bat, I smacked him just before he pulled out his Scattergun.
Grabbing the Intel, I made my way out before any other BLU's caught up to me.
"Over here!" I turned to see B, with a black eye forming. Some bullets barely grazed me. "Come back here ya as swipe! Fight like a real man!" B looked over to me.
"I'll take care of him, go on ahead and bring the Intel to the base." Our Pyro came by to assist, giving us a thumbs up. I didn't bother looking back, it's one thing you learn here in Teufort.
To never look back.
"Go on and capture that Intel!" Soldier shouted as he ran past me. I rolled my eyes, passing by Demo, Heavy, and Medic we were running the opposite way from me.
I ran down the stair to our Intel room, and was surprised that Engie didn't set up his sentry down here. There was something weird, usually someone would be here. Whether it be Engie, Pyro, hell... Even Snipes.
There was someone saying something in my head set. "Watch... There's... He's..." I banged my headset a couple of times, before I was punched in the face, making me fall into the water. "What the-" A sharp knife was held right against my neck. Now it made sense.
"Bonjour Scout..." I glared at him, barely able to see anything from the crappy lighting in the room.
"What tha' fuck ya want." He chuckled.
"Zhere has been word zhat on jour team.. Is a woman. Iz it true? Seems unfair zhat jou would hide zhis away from us." I felt a drop in my stomach. Ah shit even BLU heard.
"Don't worry.. I had a word with jour back up. She seems like such a lovely lady. Such a shame." Before I was able to say anything snarky to him, I felt a sharp pain across my neck. My headset buzzed with someone screaming in it. "YOU HAVE DROPPED THe INTELLIGENCE!"
I woke in my room, jolting up in a panic. It was dark, and pretty chilly.
God, my head hurt like a bitch. How long have I been out? Looking over at my clock, it showed 5:01.
Huh, just in time for dinner.
Dragging myself down to the kitchen, I hear a loud commotion and a bunch of laughter.
"Oi laddie! Ya'll neva believe tha' first day we all got here!" I heard Demoman slur while laughing. I tried to tip toe in, smelling some of Engie's great cooking.
"Scout! There you are!" I heard Heavy shout. I winced at my name being shouted like that. So far for being all sneaky and shit.
"Oi lad, ye been holdin' back on us! Back Up here ain't so bad!" Demoman patted B on her back roughly while holding his bottle in the air laughing. B, calm as alway, just laughed along with him.
"She ain't such a bad lady." Sniper muttered drinking his coffee.
"So... I guess ya'll been getting ta know B?" Her eyes lit up, smiling at me. I took it as a yes.
Sitting around, watching everyone drink and eat was a pretty nice way to end the day.
Around 10 ish, a booming voice came over the loudspeakers. "LIGHTS OUT."
Me and B talked a bit, heading to our rooms. "So what happened? Yanno, after I blacked out?"
"You didn't black out. BLU Spy sliced open your throat. You died, but thank God Re-spawn worked just in time. Though you were unconscious, so Medic had to keep you in his office under his Medi-Gun until we got a pulse from you."
Ah, so we lost today. Guess it was my fault.
"What happened though? You were so close and then all of a sudden died?"
"Uh... Tha' old Spook caught up onto me." She stood in front of my door, worried. She let out a sigh, not wanting to get into it anymore, to my relief.
"Well, you're okay now. And i'm glad." She placed her hands on my face and kissed me. I was a bit taken back, not sure what to do.
"Goodnight." She whispered and then walked off. I was stuck in place.
Holy crap she kissed me.
[A/N] Alrighty well I sorta dragged his chapter out a bit. Things get better later on, I swear. Reviews and critiques are welcomed.