Here's chapter 3 :D I think this chapter's crude and I couldn't do much during the editing, I don't know why, but I hope you'll still enjoy it!
"I don't understand," Raven said as she sat on the side of the bed. She finally talked after numerous attempts that he'd pulled to engage her in a conversation. That titan was difficult—but she perhaps had started learning that she had no one but him in this world they were stranded in.
They were in a big bedroom for two—it was where the servant had escorted them to. He asked them to prepare themselves for dinner—formal clothes were in the closets.
"I don't either," Red-X said, making sure the door was locked.
"So what are we going to do now?"
Red-X didn't answer. He went to the window and yanked the curtains open. It was already twilight. The sun had set and the sky was almost dark. He opened the window and checked what floor they were on. Obviously they were in some kind of a tower—and on the highest floor of the tower. Below them, there was the sea, the waves splashed the coral. It was a vast sea that everywhere he looked, there was only water. So he assumed it was an ocean, not some lake they could pass by swimming across it.
"We're trapped," he said. "Unless you can fly far and bring me along with you—like some sweet escape of a princess and the guy she saves from a castle."
She ignored his fantasy. When he turned around, she was already behind him, checking what was outside the window as well. "I don't think we can go anywhere, even by flying. We know nothing of this place and we have nowhere else to go," she said. "We might be in another city, another time, or another dimension. We don't know what kind of magic that has brought us here."
"The crown," he finally admitted. "I saw it gleaming before we fell into the hole. Guess it was its magic."
She was about to scold him, but sighed instead. Perhaps she thought that spitting him wouldn't bring them out of that place. "I'm regretting why I didn't take position in the front or back door."
"If you did, Sunshine, you wouldn't get the chance to meet me," he teased, closing the window.
"Stop calling me that," she growled.
"That's a beautiful name I don't call every girl with," he shrugged. He dragged the dresser open and found a dozen or more tuxedo sets hanging there. They were expensive ones—he could tell because he'd had many.
"Guess you're a creative guy who names every girl you meet with different names," she said. "And the girls, I bet are many."
"You're implying that I'm a player," he chuckled, pulling out a tuxedo he liked. He spared her a glance before opening the other dresser. She was sitting on the bed again, deadpanning. "That's pretty accurate. I'm impressed."
"That's an easy thing to read. What are you doing?"
"Picking out a good dress for you to wear tonight." His eyes scanned the dresses hung in the dresser—there were various types and colors. He imagined her wearing something other than her leopard and cloak. He bet she'd look very pretty.
"I do not wear any dress," she groaned.
"I believe if we leave good impression on the master and he turns out to like us, he'll show a way out," he said. He took a simple burgundy dress out and threw it on the bed beside Raven. "Wear that. It suits your hair."
He closed the dresser and got to the bathroom with tuxedo set in hand.
"Who are you to think you know what suits me?" she rolled her eyes.
"I've dated too many girls to know that," he said, grinning. He closed the door behind him and locked it.
The bathroom was a luxurious one, in the same golden fixtures that adorned the bedroom. It was even larger than his own bathroom, with bathtub big enough to afford space for five people.
Red-X sighed. It had gone out of the plan, and even when he didn't show it to Raven, he felt really lost. His skepticism had never got him into trouble before, but this time it really got him.
He put the tuxedo set on the counter and he peeled his gloves off, tossing it next to the formal suit. He threw a look on the door first, as if to make sure that Raven wouldn't break in and see him unmasking himself. Stupid thought, he knew—they were in truce anyway. It was just absurd insecurity that he quickly ignored. He pulled the mask off and sent it to land on top of his piled gloves.
He washed his face and dried it with the plush towel hanging on the brass holder nearby the basin. The mirror reflected his features, now without the mask, exposing the face of Matthew Voltair, a completely normal guy who had career in modeling. If the titans knew who he really was, they could either be surprised or laugh their asses off, as they'd find out the man behind the notorious thief's mask was nothing more but an uneducated man with physical attractiveness. But he bet they'd at least be surprised by how a guy who didn't even graduate high school could pull so many heists—successfully, even.
He inherited his father's dark brown hair, which framed his pale face—but he was nothing as pale as Raven. He just hated tanning; that was all. His eyes were blue like his mother's, framed with thick eyelashes, and above them rested the finely arched eyebrows. His cheekbones and jaw lines were prominent, and as if those weren't enough, he also got fine-boned nose and thin lips girls would regard as sexy. But no matter how blessed he should feel for having that face, he sometimes hated how it always reminded him of his deceased parents.
He ruffled up his hair that had been plastered flat to his head after hours of wearing mask. He then stripped off his suit and put them on the counter along with his mask and gloves before getting to the bathtub.
He took quick shower and slipped back into his suit. The only things he didn't wear were his cape and his gloves because it would look bad with the tuxedo. He put on the white shirt, black trouser, and the tuxedo over his suit. He left his cape but pocketed his gloves in case he needed them to fight. He knew he looked weird by having his mask on, but he didn't care—there was no way he'd expose his identity to her.
When he walked out, Raven was already in the dress he chose for her. The dress was so simple, with long sleeves. The hem was just above her knees, making her look elegant. Laces in the same color decorated the satin and that was the only thing that adorned the dress.
Red-X blinked. "You look beautiful, Sunshine," he complimented her, and he meant it. She was beautiful despite her inhumane gray skin—she was beautiful in an entirely different way than the girls he'd ever dated. "I might actually date you if you weren't a titan."
"I know you are skillful at handling girls, but I'm not flattered," she indifferently replied. "Anyway, thank you."
She continued reading a book that she'd found somewhere in the room. Red-X raised his eyebrows. He couldn't help wondering if she could resist him if he didn't have his mask on. Normally, he'd never failed in flattering any kind of girl. They'd blush and tell him how perfect he was. He believed that even when Raven couldn't see his face, she could've complimented him if she wanted to—he looked so good in that formal suit. As what Roland, his servant, had ever told him—he got broad shoulders that made every clothes look good on him.
But heck, she was Raven after all. He didn't know what he was thinking, hoping her to compliment him.
"You're welcome," he casually answered, going to the dressers he hadn't checked to find a pair of shoes for her. He did that for himself—seeing the titan in a dress was a once in a lifetime chance, he couldn't miss it.
One dresser had women's shoes on the racks. He asked her the size of her shoes, and was tempted to pick a pair of black shoes with killer heels, but he thought better. Raven would surely kill him if he tried to make her wear those, and they didn't go well with her dress. Besides, they might need to flee or fight—he'd never know. So instead, he picked a pair of black flat shoes with red ribbons on them.
Raven succumbed to his choice as she didn't seem to have the will to choose for herself, so she slipped her feet into the shoes. Red-X was satisfied by his choice—all those money and time he'd spent on the girls had paid off. Raven looked incredibly gorgeous even when she had that pouting face on. She looked slightly like a child in that dress and shoes, especially because she was vertically challenged, but overall, she got the looks. If he knew she had the hidden talent to be so pretty, he wouldn't bother flirting with the alien. Pretty mysterious girls were always more intriguing—too bad she'd always covered her face with the stupid hood.
He didn't compliment her again, feeling that the word beautiful had been an understatement of the year.
Raven was about to climb up to bed to pick up her book and he was fixing a burgundy tie to match her dress when the door was knocked. Feeling sure it was the servant calling them for dinner, they both immediately finished their businesses and raced toward the door.
Chapter 4 will be up soon! It'll be a short one as it should be a part of chapter 3, but I don't want to make this chapter too long. Tell me what you think through reviews ;)