Chapter 159
Another for you and surprises to come.
Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.
Error/Moxxie speaking/speaking/singing
Voices/Text/Flashback/Singing
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"What are you doing?"
Millie, Loona, and Esme both jump as they go around.
Moxxie raised an eyebrow holding the bag with the sandwiches they picked up.
"What took you so long?"
"Long line. A small distraction. Plus, I walked" Sees the three very tense up. "What wrong? Sure, I was gone for a while? Not, the first when it's about getting food."
"Mox, have you checked your phone?"
"No?" Had an alarm set ready to go back? That was it and it was in vibration mode. Then it was time to leave Medea home. Get the food. Now back here. A lot on their mind. Along with extra why everyone being weird. These looks in their eyes. Well, only see two sets of eyes while Esme was covered.
"Okay Moxxie. Let's um go outside a bit." Millie comes over as they place the bag on the table.
"Why?" Look at the meeting door that was closed.
"I'll explain outside. So, how about- "
"Your psycho boyfriend here."
"Really." Millie glared at Loona. She just shrugged as she walked over to the desk to get the food. Esme coming along with a small head shake.
At least she is not alone in how Loona handles that.
Moxxie stands right there. Eyes look at the door. Took a step but then stop. "Who all in there?"
"Blitz. Stolas. Striker."
Stare at the door a little longer. Took a little breath as he turned around to sit down at the couch. Pull out their phone.
That caught all three of the girls' attention.
"Aren't you going to rush inside?"
"I'll wait till the door open."
The three looks at the other. Then back to the door. It really was weird how quiet it was inside. Sure, they heard things shuffled around. Along with voices but not picking up words. Usually not a problem as they can usually hear on the other side.
Either this talk turns really serious or someone is going to die in there.
The door opens up.
"All right I still think your a-Mox? Your back?"
Moxxie says nothing as he looks at Blitz. Next, up staring at Stolas coming out. Then lastly Striker.
The pair stare at each other.
"Got tired of the long hair?"
"I look great but a pain in the ass to take care of Critter."
"Boo Hoo Rattles being beaten by hair."
"Brat."
"Snail."
"Snail? Oh, you little shit!"
"Is this normal for them?" Esme whispered to Loona. The pair just watching them smack talk to the other.
"Yes." Loona whispered back. Just watching the pair interacting.
How?
In a snap like that?
The two just behave like this. Loona watches them. Millie watches them. A small frown as she watches Striker closely. Just ready to take him down. Separate the pair if she must. Ready to kill not fully trusting him.
Glance at Blitz, Stolas. The two closes as they watch as well. It's a bit hard to pick up what they're thinking. Especially Blitz which usually isn't much trouble unless caught off guard.
What kind of talk happens behind that door?
"Is the asshole getting the job?" Loona looked at Blitz.
"Debatable. But don't worry he will get, another, a big fat juicy warning if he tries to toll kill or murder any of us."
"I'm right here." Striker not pleased as they are sitting by Moxxie. The pair not touching the other. Unless you notice their tails were close to each other.
What? The pair like to keep physical affection behind closed doors. Unless Striker tries to be sneaky in the past.
"That's the point genius. Some smartie pants you are."
"Say Blitz how the paper work?"
Blitz flips off the smirking snake.
A lot of unexpected turns have happened today.
Striker eyes stare across at Blitz, Stolas. Besides the threes of them. The rest were either talking or listening to the others. Not focusing on the three at the moment to see the stars. The two staring back at them. Spiral eyes narrowed as they looked at the shorter companion. They clenched to the side but let go as they thought back at the talk.
Well, it was unexpected but can work for their end.
Glance at Moxxie relax against them. Anyone else would just be them sitting normally. He not anyone else picking up the smallest signs. That includes seeing those pupils, needing to ask about those contacts, look at the pair.
A look of unsureness, worry, and the gaze just softened. Then left in a snap. Push away to be swept under.
It made him want to clamp his teeth over the mark he placed. To show them Moxxie was theirs. That part of the talk he not sure he will never accept. For those two to even dare asked him.
Ask HIM if there is a possibility of sharing.
Told them to stop whatever this is by trying to bring Moxxie in it. Their Critter doesn't need to be confused. Doesn't need a false hope only to be discarded if it can't work. Doesn't need to be around all this Royal mess. Won't be a part of it. That for all they know it will be a passing fling. A moment of weakness Moxxie would have succumb to temptation being away from Striker.
Along with made it clear those two should focus their so called 'relationship'. Those two should think about having a longer relationship. One of them is only now starting to go on a real date. It did look like neither of them wanted to mess this up from what it sounds and looked like. Still pathetic just like before even with the book deal and after. Yet, able to use it around. Can't mess this up even if both had this desire to bring Moxxie in. A talk those two need to think really long and hard about it.
Stepping back but will be watching.
After all they are still friends. That something Striker won't be able to break. Even if he wanted to. Yes, he is grateful, to some degree, they were there for Moxxie. Well, still some anger at Stolas for threatening Moxxie. That's it. Until he just now saw those emotions almost similar to what he saw in Moxxie. Unclear. Confusion. A low, low possibility to even think about it. It was something he would need to talk to Critter about.
But not today.
Already got what they need. Along with many surprised from the, other, talk and proposition with Stolas. A guard hidden to make sure no one else will touch a feather from the Princess head. Until she reaches eighteen. Eyes and ears to hear of another assassin that will come after Stolas. Or even kidnapped his daughter if Stella goes that far. Elimination and answers. Kind of mess of up in a way. Too hire the one who was close to murdering you.
Eh. Not his problem.
Got their own things to work with on the side. A whole other game field. Yet, a possibility since they will have to check back on certain connections. Get some details that benefit them all. He just now a 'newbie' assassin that is going to 'take' Outlaw own connection.
A repeat.
Only this time the Blue Blood very, very lucky they won't come after his feather head.
Unless they cross the line.
Rewind backwards but not all the way back. At our Wrath Ring.
Moxxie takes a step outside.
Stood right there on the spot for a bit. Then a few extra steps to lean against the railing.
15 minutes in there. Yet it felt like they were talking for hours.
Medea.
Butcher.
Satan.
They knew but never said anything. Ready to snap thinking another betrayed their trust. Until giving the full run down. It was a bit unexpected. Another that knows but learns at the same time. Just updated. Ready to do a CHECK but held back from doing it.
Hears the door open behind them. A few steps as they felt their arm get touched.
"Moxxie."
"What will happen?"
"Nothing if that what your worried about." Medea looks up at the orange-red sky of Wrath. "You have nothing to worry about."
"Do I?"
"If they wanted to. Would have said anything but we all talk it over. Practically when I left your home that day. We talk. Talk. Talk. At the end it your choice." Glance down to stare at the young imp. "It was best only I knew and watch. Just do what I did normally. You wanted to have your life. You already knew what you wanted to do. Didn't want to bring trouble to the Ring. Go on with your new life. So, why should we get in the way?"
"Destruction?"
"Yes, can see what you mean. Destruction and Wrath. A glorious combo." Play with parts of their beard as he hums. "Yet, at the end have your own life."
Stare down at the ground for a bit. "They wanted to meet me?"
"Very much but you didn't need that attention. If you notice the pair like to stay isolated unless it is work related or well duties. All three of us are living with our life. At least in that way. Of course, looking back now. You would have probably been treating them the way like you were inside" A grin spread while they watch them roll their eyeball.
Silence for a few seconds.
"Does it ever feel weird? Like do you three really follow those titles?"
Tap their fuzzy chin. "Mind. Body. Soul. It just clicks in our minds so to speak. Sometimes it does feel like we all have a little piece of each. All important in our own ways. It could be very philosophical if we were to talk about that route. Then we would be here for years. Many would find that 'unwrathian' like. But what do they know."
Stare at them but nod. A understanding of where they come from. "Does Striker know?"
"He just knows I threw in a favor since I work for 'Wrath' in the past. There was an ongoing investigation into what happened a few years back. A small possibility he knew some details that we been looking into. It did help us find some hidden sites later on. Then I asked Butcher to well like he told you 'Babysitting' service. Did wonders as Butcher approved of him but to keep a close eye. After that well depends on what his own theories could be. Probably thinks I made some deal to have my eyes like these. But a simple answer is no. It out secret." Glance at them.
"Were you ever worried I would find out."
"Occasionally like if you did a CHECK on me. Some time it crossed but just held on until we were sure if we should confront you or not."
Made sense. A lot of things made sense in a way. "I won't tell Madre. That's your three things."
"Well of course. It would be a lot to take in. Then again, you're secret a tiny bit higher than ours."
"You seriously making this a competition right now?"
"Maybe." Grin at them at their flat expression.
"On that note I should go and get those bloody sandwiches."
"Right, you're on the clock. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk Moxxie. Make sure to make an appointment when you stay down."
"You wish. You make them without my consent."
"Yet, you still come along."
"Just for the candy." Go down the two steps.
"Moxxie."
The imp stops when they reach the ground floor. Turn to look at them.
Medea looked at them. Their smiles look less funny. It was still real, yet another emotion with it. Eyes reopen to see those orange orbs but the tints of red, yellow and white. All mix in together.
"You're part of Wrath no matter what."
It felt odd to them. Sure, with everything they do see them as citizens that were born in Wrath. Accept a lot of Wrathian ways along with their own twist. Still, it felt like acceptance. An acceptance they had shown him. Even with the first meet in that Doctor office.
"Talk to you later troll."
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Done!
Got a lot twists and many unanswered questions. Stuff that is hidden. Stuff kept away. Fun!
Let's be clear while Stolas, Blitz may want Moxxie. They do need to work on their own as well. Like seriously. Both have their issues that need to be overcome if they can keep their own relationship to work. It's a talk they had before. Striker just pointed it out in a snap after not being around them for months. Yet, he still remembers what they were like before. Using it to his advantage.
He is possessive. Sue him
Moxxie just to learn an interesting details about Medea himself along with the other pair. The three of them. Possibility to see that that while again in the future but probably have clear view what it about. If not. Well ill just comment on it.
Any questions?
Until next time.
Bye, bye!