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+ Angel Hunt ~ Streifen +
Future Effects
Thirty five years after the first...
A story collaboration between Angel Hunt and Streifen
Chapter One : Part Five
“Hey, I’m gonna jet and try to catch up with Jacen before the next class starts.” She says as she winds the tie around her neck, “you remember the way?”
“Uh… yeah, I think so.” Sen uses his telekinetics to hold the towel in place as he reaches in to his locker and pulls his own uniform free.
“Cool.” She smiles, straightening and slipping her feet into her loafers while swinging her bag over her shoulder. “I’ll catch up with you in 10 then,” the half breed waves and moves quickly through the entrance, leaving the hybrid to finish dressing alone.
Bounding down the busy hallway as teens scramble to get to their next classes on time, Samara weaves her way through effortlessly towards Genetics, catching the other teen as he stands outside chatting with a few of his fellow students.
“Mara!” He grins when he spots her, turning to wave his friends off before heading to meet her. “You can’t stay away from me can you?”
“Oh cut the shit Jacen,” she frowns, latching onto his arm and pulling him off to the side, away from the crowded hall, “what the hell did you tell the Head about Sen?”
“I didn’t say anything.” He smirks, “I set it all straight. When she called me in for revue I told her the truth that’s all…”
She flashes him a disbelieving look “If you set it straight then how come Sen’s got detention all week?”
“I dunno.” Jacen shrugs, “maybe because he deserves it. He grabbed me by the throat Mara, just after he got done telling me how I should give up on you so he could have a go. The whole class saw it. I know he’s hot and all, but it’s not my fault his signals are kinda fucked.”
“Oh bullshit, he told me what happened and I know you enough to know he’s not lying.” Samara frowns, pointing her finger at the taller boy, “You better get your ass back to the Head and set it all right, I mean it Jacen. It’s only his second week and he so doesn’t need all this crap. Stop acting like a jerk just because he turned you down.”
“You sound jealous Mara.” The older teen smirks, reaching out to grab her finger and pull her close before she has a chance to react, “I told him I’d go exclusive, but you know there’s always room for you.” He leans down, attempting to kiss her and the girl yanks her hand away before shoving him back.
“Ew, get off me!” She says in disgust, “god, I told him you were a good guy you asshole, but you’re just as much of a jerk as the other retards in your class. I swear, you fix it or I’ll come back and kick your sorry little ass.” Samara turns, about to storm away as Jacen is steadying himself, flawed hazel eyes narrowing in anger.
“Just because your dad’s all high up on the council and your mom sniffed around his ass doesn’t make you some high and mighty queen Mara.” He retorts, “and just because you’re acting like your mom and sniffing around the son of the Founder’s feet doesn’t make you any better than the rest of us so why don’t you try coming down off your pedista-”
Before he can finish his words, a small fist contacts hard with his face to send him flying back and right into the wall. The students beyond in the hall explode, gathering quickly around and cheering one or the other on as Samara flies on top of Jacen as he hits the floor, relentlessly pounding the older boy’s face over and over until she’s physically pulled off by the Genetics teacher when he’s pulled out into the hall.
“Samara!” The teacher yells, “Calm down now!” dispersing the crowd as best he can, while Jacen pulls himself up, hand cupped over his bloody nose and bruised face.
“Jacen, report to Nurse immediately” nodding, flawed hazel eyes stare at Samara as if she’s insane before scrambling into the crowd, a few of his friends helping him along the way.
The teacher lets her go just as the Bell goes off, and after a small lecture, he dismisses her before returning to his own class. The anger still coursing hard, Samara storms away from Genetics and down the hall towards the headmaster’s office she was told to report to.
The bell for lunch goes off and Sen rises from his seat, gathering his things. Samara never showed up to class. He hoped she was ok. If that punk did anything to her… the hybrid forces himself to calm down. Getting annoyed was only going to get him more in trouble. If he doesn’t see her outside, then he’ll just go looking. Her scent was unique so he should be able to find her that way.
Sen moves through the students in the hallways, ignoring the ones whispering behind his back as he makes his way out the main entrance of the school. Walking to the parking lot, the driver of the towncar he takes to school quickly gets out of the car and opens the door to the back for Sen. Reaching in, he grabs his lunch from the mini fridge and nods to the driver before taking off to the tree he ate at all last week. If Samara wasn’t there, he’d eat quick then go looking.
Milk white hair, streaked in black, comes into his view and Sen rushes around the cluster of trees to find Samara sitting down, thoroughly pissed off at the world.
“Now you look like the one who’s been kicked… what happened?” He can’t hide the anger in his voice, “he better not have hurt you or I will give him something to cry to the Headmaster about.”
“He didn’t do shit to me because I pounded his sorry ass into the ground,” she snorts as Sen sits down besides her. A long sigh leaves her lips and she slides her head back against the tree, “Dad’s going to freak though, god! Especially when he finds out I got detention for the next week and a half because I couldn’t hold it in when that jerk said what he did.” Samara slides her hands up and runs them into her hair, dropping her down and letting out a small frustrated sound. “he tried to kiss me and then had the nerve to say I was sniffing around your feet or some bull and I’m the one who gets in trouble just because I landed him hard in that smug face of his.” Iridescent eyes shift up to meet clear crimson and she smirks, “I hope I broke it. They won’t think he’s so hot when he looks all deformed with a crooked nose.”
The two break out in laughter that dies a few minutes later. “I hope you did, too. He needs a little bit of that ugly he has in him to show.” Sen shakes his head, “He still tried going after you, after all that? I just don’t get it… But I do understand now what Dad meant about being careful with using my Father’s… tricks. If this is how people react… I don’t want anyone thinking I want to hook up with them unless I tell them I want to hook up with them. And why would that jerk say you were sniffing around my feet or something? If you weren’t worth hanging out with I wouldn’t be here.” He gives her a sympathetic look while opening his lunch containers and offering the half-breed some of the food. “I know what you mean about your father finding out… I practically begged her not to call mine. Father’d never let me leave the house again if this got back to him. Thankfully she’s not going to but if I ever get in trouble again I know she will.”
Samara smiles as she reaches in a pulls a small dumpling free, “ugh, you’re lucky that she isn’t going to tell your dad.” She takes a bite and shakes her head, speaking when she finishes, “I’ve kind of gotten into this sort of thing too many times…” She scowls, popping the remainder into her mouth to finish it off, “The Head won’t let me get away without telling my dad and he’s going to totally ground me for it, I just know it.” She sighs again, “True right? S’not like he didn’t deserve it though. I don’t sniff around anyone and he had the fucking gall to talk shit about my mom too.” She huffs angrily, “just because he’s so watered down he can’t even claim any ties anywhere and I’ve never given him the time of day he takes cheap shots. What a jerk, I can’t believe I ever stuck up for him.”
“Yeah that’s true,” Sen points a claw-tipped finger up, “He doesn’t even have claws he must have so little actual Demon in him. Really, he smells just like a human.” He snorts a little, “Considering this is only the second week I’ve known you and you’ve already gotten into two fights, I’d say you get into this sort of thing a lot. I’m sorry you’re gonna get shit from your dad about it. He should be happy you at least stand up for yourself instead of getting kicked around. I went easy, really easy, on Jacen and at best you slightly disfigured him… but if this how he always is, he’s gonna piss off the wrong person and get himself dead. It’s easier for my Father, he can just kill whoever he doesn’t like and no one can really say or do anything about it. Really, what can they do? He can put barriers around the mansion strong enough to keep gods out. I don’t have that luxury. But he always says to me, ‘you can’t trust anyone, never trust anyone’. He’s been through enough shit, I can see why he says it and I guess it does apply here as well. You can’t trust idiots like Jacen to actually listen and understand what people are saying and not go around behind your back and start stupid rumors.”
“Okay whoa, back it up” Samara stops, “a mansion? You live in a mansion?” Sen nods, and Samara shakes her head, reaching for another dumpling, “if I ever get let out of my house again, I’m coming over, I’ve never seen a real mansion before up close and personal-”
“So this is where you two got off too.” A partially muffled voice directly to their rights pull both teen’s attentions and Samara immediately scowls as Jacen steps close, a sly little smile plastered on his bandaged face. Jumping immediately to her feet, he puts his hands up and backs away with a smile, “Whoa there Mara, wouldn’t want to do anything else to get yourself in trouble so back off.” He smirks, “Although, you are pretty cute when you’re all mad like that.”
“Fuck you jerk!” She seethes as Sen rises quickly to his feet besides her, “I’ll show you cute when my fist rearranges more of your face!” She pulls back, stopped before she can strike by a firm grip on her arm. Angry iridescent shift back to meet calm crimson and she pulls her arm away, turning around and reaching down to lift her bag. Swinging it over her shoulder, she glares at the half breed, Speaking to Sen even as her gaze remains locked on Jacen. “I’ll catch up with you in class. I lost my appetite already.”
Turning, she storms past them both, heading in the direction of homeroom near the building’s entrance. Flawed hazel eyes turn to meet red and he snorts, “She’s got some serious issues, but it’s what I like about her.” He points to his nose, “this is just a love tap, I’m still going to make it through one of these days”
Sen shakes his head and sits back down, scoffing, “You seriously don’t get it, do you? The more you talk the stupider you get, you should just quit while you’re ahead.” The hybrid cracks his knuckles, staring Jacen down without moving from his seat on the grass. “Do you realize how easily I could have hurt you? But I didn’t, despite the fact that I would have really liked to rip your throat out and hand it to you. I admit it probably wasn’t smart of me to use my Father’s tricks on you, but I never lied to you. I never went around to others and told them things that weren’t true just to make myself look good.” He sighs, “You just don’t know when to back off and one of these days it’s going to get you a hell of a lot more than just a broken nose. I don’t understand the need to be ‘hooked up’ with someone. Why do you care? And why go after people who obviously have no interest in you? It just makes you look like a stubborn fool. The more you go after someone the less they are going to like you. You are so transparent I can literally see right through you. Every word you say, every action you make is complete and total insecurity. You reek of it and that is why you will never get either Samara or myself. She and I have no interest in each other.”
Jacen can’t help but scoff, “Okay look, I realize after this morning that maybe I got carried away and all, even if you did come on strong at the club but for someone who’s so observant about everything you sure are clueless aren’t you?” Sen looks up, skeptical confusion written on his features. The half breed squats down, sliding his hands into his hair to push them from his eyes as he continues, “She digs you Sen. How can you not see it? She doesn’t give any boy here the time of day, she even has half the chicks falling all over her, hell I’ve been trying for two years and still nothing but you came in and on day one, got her attention right away. She’s totally digging you…”
Sen sits in slight shock, “…What? No she doesn’t…” The hybrid blows the concept right off. “I just met her, she doesn’t know anything about me, why would she like me like that? She’s probably talking to me because I’m not trying to get with her. When I went over to her place Friday-”
Jacen cuts in, “Whoa, you were at her place? Come on, how oblivious can you be? No guy goes to her place unless it’s in a huge group, never alone.”
“Yes, I was at her place… it was no big deal,” Sen looks at him, annoyed. “Met her parents then we went flying then I came home, that’s it. Nothing happened. She can’t possibly see me as anything more than a friend. What’s with everyone that it’s all about hooking up?”
“You just have no clue… seriously. You have no idea how lucky you are that she even talks to you.” Jacen takes on an arrogant tone. “Hell, if she saw what I saw of you Friday, I don’t know how she couldn’t like you. Like I said, you were pretty damn hot.”
The hybrid blows him off, “Look, I’m sorry about that, I just wanted you to leave Samara alone. She was complaining about it pretty bad and you were being a big jerk throwing yourself around to people like Sam who you obviously have no real interest in. I was trying to give you a taste of your own medicine. It was a bad idea and I didn’t mean for you to take it like you did, but now hopefully you can see what you do and how it’s not fun to be on the receiving end. I’m not interested in anyone, I don’t know anyone enough to be interested…”
“Your loss I guess so whatever,” Jacen stands, “I got the message already, thanks so much for teaching me a lesson though,” he says a little sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he walks away, leaving the hybrid alone.
He shakes his head and goes back to his lunch.
Sen sighs as he makes his way down the hall towards Weapons for his first day of Detention. What he hated the most about it was the thought of having to go back to homeroom and get homework from Professor Tight-ass. Samara had taken off for hers before he’d managed to gather all his papers so he didn’t even get a chance to talk to her on the way out. Ah well, the best he can hope for is catching up with her after school before he had to go back home.
Rounding the corner, he steps into the gym only to stop abruptly as he sees Samara sitting on the floor, hair tied up and sleeves rolled up with an array of the practice weapons scattered before her.
“Hey.” she smiles, “guess who got told to clean up this mess with you?”
“Ha, awesome, we get to suffer together. At least I won’t have to deal with Mister Aduel alone after this.” Sen drops his stuff and sits down next to her, taking a rag from a near by pile and beginning to wipe off the day’s grime from a short sword. “After you left at lunch, Jacen and I got talking and he said something that sounded completely crazy. I’m assuming he was just making shit up because he can’t handle rejection but he was saying that because you were talking to me that you were totally ‘digging me’ is what were his exact words. I told him he was nuts, that you were probably more friends with me because I wasn’t going after you like apparently everyone else is. He didn’t get it. I mean, we barely know each other, why is it that all other people seem to think about is who’s hooking up with who? He was all amazed that I went to your place Friday night. I told him nothing happened… I met your parents and we flew, then I went home.” He shrugs. “What’s the big deal?”
“Oh Ha. Ha. Jacen. I should have done more than punched his nose in, seriously.” She frowns, eyes shifting down to her task, “god, I‘m so going to kill that jerk…” Sen looks over at her and she quickly shrugs it off with a smirk, “Yeah it’s no big deal, he’s just upset because I have enough sense not to let him in my house. Anyway, it’s just how it is with kids our age. Everyone wants to get with everyone else and half of them wouldn’t know what to do anyway if they managed it.” Samara rolls her eyes, setting the broad sword in her lap to the side, reaching for a polearm and grabbing a new rag to clean it, iridescent eyes shifting up briefly, hesitating for a moment before speaking again, “what if he was right though?” She scowls quickly when Sen blinks at her question, “not saying he is at all because I’m so not, but like… what would you have done if I was?”
He sits for another moment, unsure of what to say, “I dunno. I mean, we just met last week and the thought never crossed my mind. I don’t get how everyone just falls all over everyone else. I mean, you don’t seem to the type that would just go for anyone or you would be with someone like Jacen. Liking someone else in that way just never... I’ve never had the opportunity, ya know? I’m sure he’s just being a jerk because he can’t get you so he’s just saying shit to make himself look better. He can’t possibly know just by looking at you what you’re feeling… unless of course you’re breaking his nose.” The two laugh. “I told him if he doesn’t watch what he says about other people, he’s gonna eventually piss off the wrong person and get himself in deep shit. I did hold back this morning, it would have been so easy to actually hurt him. I was careful… as much as I really wanted to sink my claws in there…” He sighs, “anyway, it doesn’t matter now. I think he gets the hint to stay away from both of us in that way now so I hope he won’t bother you anymore.”
“Yeah I hope so.” Samara sighs, setting the polearm to her side and standing to stretch before reaching down to lift the cleaned weapons free, “I’m so over him picking up on me. You’ve only had to deal with it for a few days, I’ve been fending him off for two years.” She snorts, moving to the wall with a hand full of weapons to replace them in their spots, “Sorry again to get you mixed up in all that, you can bet Jacen is so not invited to any socials from now on. Because seriously, what a welcome for your first time out huh?” The half-breed shakes her head as she leans up on the tips of her toes in an attempt to reach a higher resting place for a broad sword, “so you really live in a mansion like you said?” She furrows her brows, stretching as far as she can yet still unable to quite reach it, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised since your dad’s like… the head of it all, but god what’s that like? I can’t even imagine.”
Sen grabs the sword from her and sets it in it’s place above her head, “It’s old and big and dusty. Father has this thing about old stuff. If it was made within the past one hundred years or so, it’s too new and he doesn’t want it. Really, he has no interest in material things, he mainly has the mansion for the others who live there and to keep up appearances. Dad doesn’t care either, as long as he’s with Father it doesn’t matter to him where they are. Their room is huge, but pretty much completely empty. They have a really nice bathtub though, you could go swimming in that thing.” He chuckles, “I used to when I was younger.” The hybrid grabs the other weapons from Samara and puts them away in their spots. “There are a lot of empty rooms. It’s got four floors that I know of and most everyone has access to the first three. Only my fathers, Uncle Fuan and I can go to the fourth floor, it’s warded off. Father’s real good about hiding shit so there could be more stuff there that I don’t even know exists simply because he doesn’t want anyone to know. The people who actually live there are on the first two floors, the third floor is basically guest rooms.”
She walks behind the hybrid as he goes to place the last weapon in its spot, “If your dads don’t care that much, how did he end up with a four floor mansion? I get your Father’s the Founder and stuff, but did he need to have that much space? You guys have that many people living there or what?” She shakes her head, moving past Sen and heading towards the locker room for clean up, speaking as Sen places the last weapon and follows behind. “I guess if you make that kinda cash you can do whatever, but damn – my dad makes a lot, the Council’s got a flow coming in and he and my mom are like, centrals and all so we get paid, but even then it’s not like we have enough for anything close to a mansion or have personal drivers taking us everywhere.”
Samara pulls a rag off a pile near the benches and tosses it at Sen before grabbing her own and starting on the wooden panels of the lockers themselves, “and with all that you never got to be out or have people your age around? God you musta been so bored.”
Sen laughs, “Exactly. I guess I was so bored I started messing around and… I kinda pissed off one to many people. It was fun for a while but then even that wasn’t doing anything. Eventually Dad came and talked to me about it all and he went and talked to Father. Father set it up so I could come here. I was surprised he let me go. He never lets me go anywhere.” The hybrid attempts to mimic his Father’s tone, “Sen, you are unlike any other creature out there, it would be foolish to allow you to leave the safety of the grounds. You can’t trust anyone but your father and I… blah, blah, blah…” He shakes his head, “Yeah, I know there are no other Selestarri-Demon hybrids out there, technically I shouldn’t even exist, but you can’t lock me up forever. I hear them talk all the time about how everything was for them, how they fought so hard to be able to live peacefully now, but peaceful is boring. Every time Dad would talk about how they fought for their lives it always sounded a hell of a lot better than just sitting around and reading all day. I mean, I have this weapon and all these abilities and I’m not even allowed to kill anyone with them. I was created with them all so they have to have some purpose.”
“I don’t know what Father does exactly, I don’t even think my Dad knows, but he’s got a lot of things invested all over the place. He’s got his hand in everything.” The pair finish up the lockers and move their way down the benches towards the showers. “Where Dad came from, their basic job is to watch over the Humans, be their guardians and whatnot… but he’s had his fair share of fighting and killing too. One time the Angels even got a hold of him and that pissed Father off like you wouldn’t believe. Dad actually had to kill his way out of the Central building and then when Father showed up, it was ten times worse. When he gets pissed, whole buildings die. This was back before most of the Main Council got wiped out and the Angels still thought they could hurt him somehow. They don’t like Father because they can’t touch him, he’s older and much more powerful. But in general he doesn’t care enough to go after any of them, only if they go out of their way to mess with his business.” They toss their rags to the side and pick up brushes to start cleaning the showers.
Samara squats down, not even bothering with her skirt as she gets onto all fours and starts on the floor, panties flashing in the process, “Yeah, if there’s one thing my dad always talks about is how everyone knows not to mess in your Father’s stuff. He never tells me why, just that the entire Council stationed everywhere leaves him alone. I always figured it was cause he’s so high up and all since he started it or something,” she smirks as she scours away, body shaking while she makes hard circular paths with her brush, “but if he’s all about killing and stuff, I guess I can see why. My Dad said they had to fight so many wars before in the past or something and my mom’s all about telling me about how our Family line dates back when everyone was still holed up in Heaven and Hell and all that.”
Samara sits back and wipes at the her forehead with the back of her hand, iridescent eyes meeting clear red, “my Dad says we used to travel to his first home a lot when I was little, but I don’t remember it. Now it’s like everything is politics and half the Council really hates that I even got born so they don’t open up passes all that much anymore. Dad still goes, sometimes mom does too, but they haven’t taken me since I was a baby.” She sighs, “your Father musta had a home there right? If he’s really ancient and stuff, you ever get to see it? Cause the way mom talks about it is like… ” She stops and thinks for a moment before continuing, “different than here only the same. And that really doesn’t make a lot of sense to me at all. What about your dad? Where does a Selestarri live? Cause before I met you, I’d never even heard of one so I can’t imagine where’d they camp out.”
Sen cracks a smile. “Yeah, Father won’t hesitate to kill anyone who get’s up in his shit over nothing. He’s kinda made it very clear to them over the years that they either leave him alone or they die. Really, they’ve never left him alone. I don’t get why it’s so hard for them, the stupid council exists because of him, everything that’s keeping their race alive exists because of him.” He shrugs, “I guess they can’t handle ‘filth’ being better than them…” The hybrid begins to scrub the floors starting at the opposite end of the room. “Yeah, he’s from Hell. There’s a lot of shit surrounding where he came from and I can’t really talk about it because it’s not exactly how everyone else was created. I was created similar to him… sorta. By the same people… if you can call them that. But it’s too long and complicated a story to go into, and Father would fucking kill me anyway. He was there before the Angels were created. He is a First and he is the only one left.”
“Dad’s race lives both on Earth and above it. There are two different kinds of Selestarri…” He pauses, “Well, three if you count my Dad, and they live on separate islands. The location of them is hidden by a hell of a lot of combined magic. I’ve been to Father’s old home, many times. I can actually travel there myself if I wanted to. The way I go is different than the pathways everyone else does. But I have no reason to go, there is literally nothing there. His old home is at the Borders of Heaven and Hell. I’m not really allowed to go to my Dad’s old home. Hybrids and half-breeds are kind of taboo with his people. If I have been there, it was only for a very short period of time and I don’t really remember it.” He laughs, “No matter where I go someone probably wants to kill me just for what I am. Hell, I wasn’t even supposed to survive the first night I was created, but Dad is the only one who could have kept Father from killing me.”
Samara stops scrubbing and looks at him like he’s crazy, “Wait… your father actually tried to kill you?”
Sen nods like it’s no big deal, “Yeah… they didn’t ask for me to be created, it was done without their knowledge or consent. I was a game and the game was, ‘how long would it take him to kill me’. Dad literally got in the way of his sword and convinced him not to. It took a long time, probably years before he accepted me enough to trust me, but now that he has, killing me is obviously not an issue anymore.”
“Crazy stuff” Samara shakes her head, leaning over and going back to her task, “Who the hell would be stupid enough to fuse someone just to see it get killed? I don’t get it… I dunno, probably because my Dad and my Mom wanted me so bad that I can’t imagine what it would be like to have someone make you just for some retarded game. They tried for years and years before I was born and there was all this complicated stuff going on because my Dad’s whole race is like… all these guys and up until me, they couldn’t make any babies happen at all. I’m the only girl,” she smiles a little proudly while shuffling along on all fours to another spot. Samara stops and arches under, black streaked white hair spilling behind her head as iridescent eyes meet clear crimson from in-between her arms and legs.
“So wait, you can travel to both Heaven and Hell? Can you take someone with you? Cause if my Dad would let me go, I’d so love to see what it’s like, mom always makes it sound wicked cool.”
Sen’s gaze travels briefly to her underwear and back down to the line of her cleavage as her head peaks out beneath it, eyes quickly turning away and slight flush washing over his cheeks. “I-I don’t know. They way I go takes me right to Father’s old home and that place is kind of a secret. I could get in big trouble because he’d know if I went or not and if I took someone.”
“Sucks…” She mumbles, straightening to continue scrubbing her section of the floor.
The hybrid scrubs around to Samara’s side so he doesn’t have to look up her skirt anymore. “Honestly, if you are the only girl to be born, I’m surprised they let you out and didn’t just take you as some big genetic experiment. I know they’ve been doing that genetic stuff for decades in order to save the Angelic race and considering there were no girls… that’s kinda the key, isn’t it?” He scoffs, “You could save them and they still apparently hate you because you aren’t ‘pure’, what the hell do they want? You can’t save a race of only boys without making a girl.”
Sen chuckles to himself, “You know, if we ended up together that would piss them off to no end, ha! They can’t have it both ways.” He stops, “I-I didn’t mean that, you know…” he blushes again, resuming his scrubbing, “Nevermind.”
Samara stops and blinks as Sen hastily retracts his words, face turning red and head down as he returns to his task. A large smile cracks over her lips. “God, Sen why are you so cute? I just want to squeeze you when you look like that.” Sen’s face turns redder and she can’t help the laugh that leaves her as she goes back to her own task, iridescent eyes shifting to the side, “It’s not really a bad idea though. My mom and dad like you already and they don’t like any of the boys in school so that’s one front down right?” She teases, laughing again as the hybrid’s head dips lowers and he scrubs a little faster. “Really though, I don’t get why my dad’s race is so up about being pure.” Another scowl moves over her features and she stops, sitting back on her knees, “If my dad wasn’t so high up on Central, they probably would have done something bad to me when I was born because they’re all so tight ass like Mister Aduel… and as much as I love my dad and as much as I’m really proud about my roots and all, I can’t see myself ever hooking up with one of them. There’s some cool ones out there but most of the ones I’ve had to deal with are elitist pricks and I hate that shit like you wouldn’t believe.”
Sen continues to plant his eyes to the floor as the red begins to drain form his face, “Yeah, I can’t see you with a tight-assed, elitist prick anyway. You have too much… personality and independent thought. Angels hate that shit. But they know they need Demons in order to save their race. Demons can breed, Angels can’t. They need to just get over themselves.” He looks up, “You’re like, this groundbreaking success, and I can’t believe your parents get shit for it. That’s so not right. I’ve only met a couple Angels that have been really cool, and that’s because they don’t think like the rest do. They’ve been through the bad side of their race and fought their way out. Their people would hunt them down and kill them if they ever found out they were alive though. Angels are worse than my Father when it comes to killing things they don’t like or that simply bother them. As much as they call us ‘filth’ they seem to be the dirty ones.”
The hybrid stands up and goes for a mop to rinse down the soapy floors, helping Samara up along the way. The two stand looking at each other for a moment before they both turn away blushing. “So, uh, we’re just about done. I guess we have to go see Professor Tight-ass so we can get our assignments. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to see us.”
Samara sighs, reaching down to pull their brushes free as Sen starts the mopping, stepping out of the room, “yeah. I’m so looking forward to that,” she says sarcastically as she gathers their cleaning supplies and puts them away while he finishes in the shower room. “About as much as I’m looking forward to getting a lobotomy,” she rolls her eyes while Sen chuckles, stashing the mop away before following her out as she’s reaching up to untie her hair and pull her sleeves down. Iridescent eyes meet his and she smirks, “You ready?”
Sen deposits his school things on the floor and flops back onto his bed. The day had been… interesting. Because of the extra cleanup he had gotten home later than he did the week before so he knew his Dad would want to know if everything was ok. The hybrid was reluctant to tell him that he had to stay late because he wrapped his hand around someone’s throat and shoved them off their desk. He knew he would get a lecture about his strength and how he needs to be careful. It’s not like Sen didn’t know it already, he was careful, that’s why Jacen still had a neck.
He smirks, Samara did more damage to that idiot than he did. The punk deserved it too. The hybrid was sure he was probably more than a little humiliated from getting his ass kicked by a girl half his size. And what Jacen said… There was no way Samara liked him like that. She certainly doesn’t act like it and just because they’re friends doesn’t mean anything. She’s friends with a lot of people, she decently popular as he learned over the past week or so.
Fuck, the apology letter.
How the hell is he supposed to write that? He already talked to Jacen, that should be enough. What is he supposed to say?
Dear Jacen,
I’m sorry you’re a dumb-ass.
-Sen
He doesn’t have time for this, Mister Aduel gave him a shit-ton of work to do. The bastard seemed particularly happy to give him and Samara extra assignments. Sighing, Sen rises from his bed and grabs his books, taking them over to his desk and sitting down.
Great, simple formulaic magic equations… times one thousand. How boring. Figures he would give him something so easy it was insulting, but then give it in such a quantity that it would drive him insane. He already knew this shit before he started going to school, Ikkairius had taught it to him years ago. And this all had to be done before tomorrow’s homeroom? Mister Aduel was nuts… or just cruel, possibly both.
Sen begins working on the first equation when his cell phone begins to ring. Diving from his desk, he flies to his bed, welcoming the distraction even before he’d started. He already knows who’s calling, only two people have his number and it would be pointless for Dad to call him when he was just down the hall.
“Hey, Samara. Professor Tight-ass hates us, doesn’t he? I just sat down to start the work he gave.”
“God – tell me about it.” She smirks over the phone, “how the hell are we supposed to get this all done by homeroom? The jerk’s like this sadist or something I swear.” Sen snorts as she continues, “My Dad’s majorly pissed at me though for getting into another fight and I thought he was going to ground me from life, but Mom totally talked him down after I told her what happened. Dad wasn’t going to listen to me, as if I was lying. Me lying! Can you believe that? Why the hell would I lie about that?”
The Hybrid attempts to say something but she just sighs loudly and continues, “Anyway, cool thing is though she got me out of being grounded. So as long as I don’t piss my dad off again anytime soon and do all my chores and stuff, I’m all free. I was trying to tackle this mountain of crap Professor tight-ass gave me but it’s so boring. This is like, grade school stuff, what does he think we’re stupid or something?”
Sen laughs, “I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks this is easy shit. I’m not so much worried about either of mine being angry, it’s just that they’d be disappointed and I can’t handle that. Father has this thing about his efforts not being wasted and whatnot and since he put effort into getting me into a school, he’d be more upset that I went and basically nullified what he did more than what I actually did to deserve getting in trouble. He doesn’t just do shit for people, he takes care of those he cares about and he expects you to realize that and not undermine it. He’s hard to read most of the time. Dad’s real easy though, he’ll basically tell you everything. He can actually have conversations with Father… full ones… I don’t know how he does it, he must be the only one who can. Dad’s the one who would be more disappointed in what I actually did rather than the consequences. Either way, it wouldn’t be good for either of them to know but I have a feeling I’m going to be telling them on my own anyway.”
“Why? If you can get away with it? Why tell them?”
“That’s the thing, I can’t. They know when something is up. Father can smell subtle changes and Dad just knows. He’s got ‘Sen fucking up radar’ or something. It’s creepy.”
“That is creepy, I mean I know it’s mandatory that parents can read your mind and stuff even if they don’t have telepathy so they know everything you do without ever looking at you, but still – that’s excessive.” She sighs, “Well you can tell them it’s my fault, cause I totally goaded you on follow Jacen after you two started talking in the first place. Maybe that’ll get your dads to lay off a bit and as long as your Father doesn’t like, come down on my dad for it, I’m cool with taking the blame… MAN!” She interjects, causing Sen to jump in the slightest at the abruptly loud outburst, “I’m soooooo bored.”
“Heh, no, my fathers’ are big into personal responsibility. Even if it wasn’t my fault, which it totally was, it’d still be my fault. I already told Dad about what happened that night and he gave a big lecture on using Father’s tricks on others and how it was really not a good idea because people won’t leave you alone and it can get dangerous. He was right, he’s always right. At least Jacen is just some punk kid like me, I can’t imagine what would have happened had it been someone actually important.” Sen looks at the time on his clock, “Shit, if I’m gonna get this assignment done by morning, I have to actually get on it. Sorry, I think I gotta go.”
“Oh fine,” Samara snorts, “I guess I should get on mine too. Goodbye sleep. Anyway, good luck with that and I’ll see to you tomorrow.” Before Sen can fully say goodbye, the half breed hangs up.
He smiles and shakes his head, clicking the off button and tossing the phone back onto the bed. Claw tipped fingers slide up into milk brown hair, crimson eyes shifting to the mound of homework on his desk and he sighs, spending a few moments staring at it with the faint hope that the longer he looks, the more there’ll be a chance the equations will do themselves.
After a few minutes of nothing, he pulls himself from his bed and returns to his desk, leaning onto his elbow as he begins shuffling through the papers with the tips of his claws.