I've done a bit of editing in CHAPTER 10,
More details to the Rachel and Warner convo.
And in CHAPTER 11 between Julie n Rachel.
Just FYI, if u what to see *-*
Imma keep adding more stuff in diff chaps randomly , I'll inform y'all when I do. DW
Filler chapter, I'm so sorry that I suck at this stuff, My exams are on and I feel like shit for writing a shitty Novel.
Meh, imma try anyway 🤷🏻♀️
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THE VIEW IS FORLORN AS ONE can expect from the top of the Reestablishment building. Sunbeams break through the dusty air, scattering into bright colorful hues. The air smells like parched paper, dry and dusty. Soldiers move around the parameter, many train while firing and shooting dummies for practice. Fading echoes of group-leader shouts reverberate around me. I rub my cheeks to remove any signs of the tears that might've had broken out earlier. My knees feel raw and scratched from sitting on the ground of the roof, the material of my jeans had long since faded from the rough washing in the asylum leaving the skin of my legs partially exposed. A sob-like hiccup escapes my lips.
I press my eyes into my hands, willing myself not to break down in tears again.
"What an asshøle." I mutter to myself. "He has no right to demand anything from us. I hope to God that a miracle happens and he dies as his corpse falls off a cliff causing his every bone in his damn body to-"
"I didn't peg you to be the silent-cursing type." A voice chuckles behind me.
I lift my face to glare at the dark haired soldier, leaning on one of his legs as he openly grins at me. My eyes fall to the name tag on his lapel. Kishimoto. I narrow my eyes at him, I remember kicking his crouch last night but his name escapes my mind. In broad daylight I notice that he actually has a good-looking face, I couldn't notice that in the dimness last night. Strangely his lean and slightly muscular body doesn't agree with his stance. It isn't soldierlike but that of a teenager. Nor did he look cold like the rest of the soldiers of the Reestablishment, but more boyish and .... fun?
"What the hell do you want?" I snap.
"Well if you're specifically asking for a list..." He tilts his head, thinking. "A big mouthwatering hamburger would be a nice start. Not that Rosie's cooking is bad, one can only eat so much of pudding. A Ferrari and a Lamborghini, a huge mansion where I can live by myself, a holiday vacation to-"
"Oh, shut the hell up." I groan. "Spare me the details of the nonexistent extravagant, holiday you plan for yourself while drooling on your pillow."
"Hey." He huffs, sitting crossed legged beside me. "I do not drool."
He didn't deny it, I roll my eyes. "Sure."
We both stare at the sky, silence hanging between us like a cushion. I don't how he got past the guards standing around the stairway constricting anyone but Warner from going up. I thought that the first person that would've come to get me would either have been Adam or Juliette. Or maybe Warner might've come up just to irk me a bit more. But I didn't expect this midnight-haired moron to come up, strutting towards me as if we were old friends rather than strangers or possibly enemies.
"So," he throws a glance at me. "Are you ok?"
"I'm freaking fantastic." I mutter, placing my chin on my knees as I glare at the horizon. My anger dissipates quickly but that doesn't mean I get back to my normal self afterwards. Now that my short-lived victory is over, I do not feel even an ounce bit happy about it. The small satisfaction had turned into a misery pit and wanted me to do nothing more than to be alone and sulk for an hour or two.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks.
I feel taken aback by the softness in his voice, I never in my life expected this from a soldier. And a Reestablishment soldier at that. For a moment I'm so stupefied that I can't even form words as a coherent reply.
"Even if I did, which I don't by the way." I raise my eyes suspiciously. "What makes you think I'm going to talk to you of all people about it."
"Hmm, lemme think." He tilts his head, thinking. "Maybe it has to do with the fact that I'm the most handsome man the human race has ever seen!"
Despite myself, I bite back a smile. "What the hell does my situation have anything to do with your dumb-stricken looking face that reminds me of a frog?"
He looks offended, "Jeez Rachel, you sure do know how to shoot down a guy's ego. I'm not a frog, for fuck's sake. Does a frog have a smoking hot body? I doubt it. It's not my fault that you can't detect a beautiful male species when you spot one."
I almost choke on my own spit. "Beautiful male species?!"
"Yes." He gives me a toothy grin and then glares at me. "Why do you have any doubts?"
"A million, just to name a few."
"Hey now." He breathes through his nose, as if calming his anger. "Don't bring my face into this messed up situation."
"I didn't actually." I wrinkle my nose. "You did."
"Doesn't matter if I did. You don't get to bring my face into this."
"That doesn't even make any sense." I argue.
"Yes, it does. It makes perfect sense." He touches his chest with his hand. "Kenji can bring his face into the conversation but..." he opens his arms wide. "The rest of the world can't."
"Kenji is a vain, self-loving lunatic." I mutter.
"Did Kenji say anything different?" He plays. "Did Kenji ever deny that-"
"You're even a bigger drama queen than I am." I cock my eyebrow at him.
"I'm a drama king." He sniffs. "Not queen."
"Whatever the hell your majesty wants."
I give him a watery smile before looking ahead again. This time the silence isn't awkward, it's like an embrace. Though I might never admit it to Kenji who is a Reestablishment soldier, but he did uplift my brooding mood. I feel a lot better. Normal almost.
"You know," He says after a comfortable silence of four minutes. "For a girl with a nice strong boot, you sure are a crybaby."
My lips pucker into a smirk. "You of all people would know how strong my kick is."
He clenches his jaw, almost painfully before looking ahead. "Shut up."
I bite my lip from laughing out loud. I feel giddy and happy. He smiles too after a while of glaring at the sky.
"That was totally uncalled for, by the way." Kenji grumbles.
"It so wasn't." I counter. "You were being a dick."
"I was not."
"You asked me if I was an alien with superpowers." I say, flatly.
"You have to admit," says Kenji. "Not everyone of us can actually turn to stone, fry another person with our touch. It's not common, mind you."
"Common is overrated."
"True." He grins. "But still I wish I had some weird freaky powers like that. It's really cool. Like The Power Rangers. Or The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles." He let's out a low whistle. "Now that would be epic."
Why was he talking about twenty first century shows? Please do not tell me with both held a common ground for liking the same era.
"Powers?" I monotone. "Do you hear yourself right now? Me and my sister aren't some stupid turtles with superpowers."
"They don't have superpowers, dumbo. They're ninjas." He scolds. "It's plain science. And now that I think of it, I do like hearing myself talk," He taps his chin with his finger. "I mean have you heard my sexy macho voice? It's like the best sound on the planet."
"Macho my ass." I snort. "You sound like a chicken."
He looks offended, "Tell me you're saying that as a sarcastic remark and not as a possible fact."
"Have you met me?" I say. "Sarcasm is my middle name."
"I would know," he laughs. "Remind me how we met again."
"With a swift kick to your crouch." I grin.
He winces. "Do not bring that up again."
"Ha!" I say. "You wish."
"It wounds my ego."
"You're ego needs wounding."
"You can be such a bitch, sometimes."
"You're such an asshole, all the damn time."
"I don't like you."
"Right back atcha." I wink.
"I'm being nice because you were being off and moody." He grumbles. "I didn't even use my wit and charm to flirt so I wouldn't offend you."
"You couldn't flirt with me if your life depended on it."
"You're worse than I am, to be honest."
"I take that as a compliment."
"Whatever, Alien."
"What did you call me?" I glare at him.
"Oh you mean Alien?" He grins. "Nice nickname, huh?"
"Go fudge a cupcake."
"Now that's just gross."
"You're really charming." I smile bitterly. "Brings out the best of me."
"It's no problem at all." He smiles back.
"Have you met anyone other than yourself that would actually have the audacity to start the conversation with the words 'Hey, is it true that you and your sister-'."
"No."
"Exactly."
"What can I say, though." He shrugs. "I am a rare species."
"Can you not be vain for one second?"
"What's the fun in that?"
I press my lips shut and glare at the sky, cursing at Kenji in my heart. I already was annoyed beyond belief at him.
"Ok, ok, you've made your point." He rolls his eyes.
"I know I have." I wack my hand on his head. "You my friend are an idiot."
His eyes widen. "Friend?"
My mouth dries. "I mean ... I didn't mean..."
He has the nerve to smirk. "You didn't mean what?'
I clench my teeth as I stand up, giving his head another whack.
"Asshole." I mutter turning to leave.
He lets out a howling laugh as I march down the stairs, fuming.
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This is shit, ikkkk. I'm really sorry. I'll keep editing and making it better.
Promise.
Love,
H. R. S