Chapter 2
Interrogation
"X-Xatia Tamerlane" I stuttered
"Who are you working for?" his tone harshened.
"Well, uh, nobody..." I felt like I was a hit man being interrogated by an enemy mafia group after being captured.
I guess he didn't see us as much of a threat because he started sounding more pleasant. "Then what are you doing here?"
"My guess is as good as yours" I said failing to hold back nervous laughter.
He looked at me with a puzzled expression and walked away. Marco finally stopped crying in fear and stood up.
"Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" he yelled.
"Chill out, dawg." a dirty-blond boy with glasses and a bomber jacket patted him roughly on the back. "We're just having a meeting. And, is that other guy okay?"
"He's fine. He's just a bit of a pussy." Marco looked down at his unconscious brother with a condescending glare.
"Oh, cool. I guess..."
"Eh.."
I glanced around and immediately noticed that a man with long light blond hair was eying me strangely. It felt as though he was trying to see my soul naked, let alone me. I wanted so bad to punch him in the head because I knew exactly why he was looking at me. I was wearing a white t-shirt which was riddled with holes, some large some small. I looked down and saw that the biggest one had grown and now revealed a bit over half of my left breast which was covered by a teal bra with dark blue paisley print along with some very short shorts.
I rolled my eyes and pulled out my handy-dandy Marlboro box. I don't smoke but it was a convenient carrying case for random junk. It had everything from band-aids to small sticky notes. I dug around in it until I found exactly what I was looking for. I pulled out a small safety pin and clamped the hole shut as best I could.
Looking up, my eyes locked on a young boy with a polar bear in his lap. He looked strangely like the guy who was currently bombarding Marco with random questions about superheros or some shit only MUCH more adorable. I walked up to him and smiled.
"How do you put up with these people?"
"Oh, well it's actually pretty easy seeing as how they don't even bother to notice me. So I just sit here." he said, smiling a little
"Who are you?" the cute little bear said. Wait! It can talk? This is just too weird...
"I'm Canadia.." he whispered back. "Your master."
I could only stare in disbelief that a polar bear just spoke. A POLAR BEAR! Come on! Really? Ah, anyways, I was pulled out of my attempts to explain it when he stood up and held out his hand.
"Anyways, I'm Matthew. And you are?" he smiled warmly and I shook his hand.
"I'm Xatia. Did your bear just uh.."
"Talk? Yeah, that's Kumajiki. Kumajirou?" his voice softened and he began to go through names that start with Kuma. "Oh sorry, I can never remember his name for whatever reason."
We started talking and after a minute or two I think we became good friends. Out of nowhere this German dude starts yelling at everyone to shut up and sit back down so they can get back to the meeting.