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+ Angel Hunt ~ Streifen +
Future Effects
Thirty five years after the first...
A story collaboration between Angel Hunt and Streifen
Chapter Two : Part Four
Crap. He wasn’t going to follow her in there. When you’re both standing there practically naked it’s not the best way to start this. He didn’t want to lose the only friend he actually cared about over something stupid. If she didn’t like him that way and made a mistake, that’s fine. He could live with that. More and more he was starting to realize just how interested in her he actually was, but he would never try and cross the line, the friendship was more important. He didn’t want her to think he was just another guy standing in line for her.
Pulling the clothing that she left yesterday out of his locker, he places it on the bench in front of hers and sits. He was going to talk to her one way or another and find out just what the problem was. It’s not like she could go anywhere without any of her clothing and she’d have to get by him to get it.
All the other kids have showered, dressed and moved on to their next class before Samara finally emerges from the shower. Iridescent eyes rise up and widen in surprise when she sees that Sen is still in the room. Stopping for only a moment a scowl forms on her face and she gathers herself quickly, moving towards her locker and the hybrid waiting for her. Fuck, why couldn’t he just shower and go to the next class already? She got that he doesn’t like her like that already so what does he want to do? Rub it in her face that she stepped over a line? Why does he have to make everything so hard?
Clear crimson travel up as the girl attempts to move around him without a word and he quickly stands, stepping to her front, “Samara…”
“Will you please move so I can get dressed.” She says without looking up.
“No. Not until you talk to me and tell what the hell I did wrong.” Samara stands where she is in silence, not looking up. Sen sighs before continuing. “Look, I don’t know why you rushed out of there yesterday. The only thing I could think of was that you thought you made a mistake and didn’t actually feel that way about me despite what happened.”
Nothing.
The hybrid sits down on the bench in front of her, pulling Samara forward and looking up in an attempt to get her to make eye contact. “I like you… a lot. I was happy you kissed me and I want to be with you, but our friendship is more important and if you don’t feel that way about me back… that’s ok. I can deal and you’ll never hear a word from me again about it. I don’t want to be just another guy in a long list of people who are trying to get with you. Samara please don’t shut me out.”
“God!” The half breed says abruptly, finally meeting Sen’s gaze. Iridescent eyes carry a mix of annoyance and relief as she reaches out and hits the other teenager on the arm hard, “You are so clueless it’s not even funny!” Turning away, Samara’s head drops in the slightest and Sen pulls clawed fingers up to his arm and rubs at the spot she’d struck while staring at the her back for a moment in confusion.
“Samara…” He starts, but before he can say anything else she turns around, sliding slender fingers against his cheeks and grips the sides of his face, leaning down to meet his lips with her own.
Pulling back after a long moment, iridescent eyes rise up to meet stunned crimson, “You’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to kiss you retard.” She says into his mouth, holding his face firmly in place, “If you were just another guy, I wouldn’t have done it...”
Sen stares at her still completely confused. “Then why did you run off like that?” Samara rolls her eyes before closing them and pulling the hybrid back into a full kiss. Sen hesitates for a moment before pressing in and wrapping his arms around her. She smelled so nice… like a girl, duh. It was so different than anything else. The one time he and Jacen kissed it was nothing like this. The half breed was soft and warm and practically melted into his arms. He never wanted this moment to stop.
They stay locked in place for a few minutes until the bell rings and they reluctantly pull apart. “Shit. We’re late and I still have to shower. I was so focused on this stuff with you that I wasn’t even thinking.” He smirks. “I was so worried that I almost got in trouble with Mister Aduel when I disrupted his class to ask Meiru where you were. I kept trying to call and message you but you must have turned your phone off cause nothing would get through.”
“Oh yeah, I must have forgot to turn it on, sorry.” She lies, pulling away and turning towards her clothing as Sen rises and pulls his locker door open. The towel drops to her feet and she leans down and lifts her underwear, slipping long legs into them a moment later. Sen blushes bright red and turns his gaze away, grabbing blindly for the towel inside and turning quickly away to move towards the showers. “Hurry up or we’ll get tagged!” The half breed yells after him as he rounds a corner and sighs, quickly stripping himself of his hakama once he’s out of sight.
Emerging shortly after, the hybrid looks around to find Samara gone and he moves back to his locker to begin dressing, a little confused as to where she could have gone. Stuffing his uniform back into the locker, he pulls his books free and moves out, startled slightly to find the other teenager standing just outside the door with an impatient look on her face.
Samara reaches out and grabs his hand, pulling him towards the door, “Took you long enough.” She snorts, “come on, I totally found a short cut to the next complex when I was doing office duty this morning. If we’re lucky we’ll get there before the next bell.”
The two teenagers dart down the hall, Sen one step behind Samara as she holds onto his hand tight and leads him in an opposite direction of their next class, towards an unfamiliar part of the school. The halls empty as she turns corner after corner before dragging Sen up a flight of stairs and down a hall he’s never seen before. Samara slows in front of a door at the far end and reaches into her skirt pocket with her free hand to pull a small key free. Confused, Sen simply stares at her while she unlocks the door, flashing a quick glance down the hall before pulling the other teenager inside.
Letting go of his hand, Samara turns around and quickly shuts the door, twisting the lock closed while crimson eyes move over the small darkened staff room.
“Samara what-?” He turns around to say only to have the other teenager step in close and reach up to pull his head down, their mouths meeting soon after.
Second bell sounds in the distance and Sen wraps clawed fingers around the petite girl’s waist to break contact, “Hey, what are you-?”
“What do you think?” Samara smirks, pushing Sen roughly back until he bumps against a small couch behind and falls onto it. Without letting her grip of his face go, the half breed quickly straddles his lap and leans down again, brushing her lips against his while iridescent eyes meet clear red through the darkness, “I’ve wanted to do this forever, it’ll totally be worth a tag…”
“Ok…” Sen chuckles. “But if I get in trouble, you get to explain to Father why.” The teens begin kissing again and the hybrid pulls away again after another minute, looking up into slightly impatient and annoyed iridescent eyes. “So, you know I’ve never really done any of this before, right? So if I screw up, you gotta let me know because I have no clue. The one time with Jacen practically dry humping me doesn’t count and I didn’t even really enjoy it.” Samara answers him by pressing her lips in against his and pushing Sen back against the seat cushions.
Clawed fingers slide up sock covered legs and over the half breed’s skirt to wrap around her waist. Sen was really liking this, they way she tasted, the way she smelled. No wonder Father and Dad enjoy touching so much. He would do this all the time with Samara if he could.
“Yeah, we won’t count anything with Jacen at all,” Samara smirks.
Slender fingers slide away from Sen’s face as they continue to kiss, moving quickly back to wrap around his wrists and pry them free of her waist. Samara breaks away as she slides his hands further down to her thighs, flashing a sly smile while she guides the other teenager’s fingers under her skirt. “And it’s okay, because it’s my first time too.” She whispers, leaning back in to meet his lips briefly before pulling her hands away and flicking her head to toss long streaked bangs from her eyes. Sliding her hands up, the half breed loosens the tie around Sen’s neck, gripping down to pull him in again as she sits up on her knees.
Slipping one hand away while keeping her grip on the tie, her fingers travel down over the contours of the other teenager’s chest, making a slow path to the hem of his shirt while she continues to meet Sen’s lips for short, hard kisses – each one growing more urgent than the last. The hybrid gasps into her mouth, his hands tightening in the slightest around her thighs and nearly jolts as Samara slides her fingers under the edge of his shirt, tracing along his waistline with her nails.
Sen’s fingers slide up around the backs of her thighs, slipping fingertips under her panties and moving up her backside. She was so smooth and soft everywhere, he really wanted to take her clothing off piece by piece and discover if it was really true. Clear crimson eyes cut through the darkness as she pulls away briefly, her own fingertips dipping just below his pants line and grazing the tip of hardened flesh. He barely contains his moan, the hybrid noticing for the first time that his body had actually reacted as such to her. It wasn’t that he had never had an erection before, it was just that there was never a purpose for it. He knew his anatomy, he knew about sex but this was the first time he had ever experienced anything close to it.
The hybrid focuses on Samara’s face, she was flushed and looked different than any other time he had seen her, probably because he was finally allowing himself to look at her with real interest instead of just his friend. He‘d blocked the thoughts out for so long that he never realized just how much he actually liked her. He liked how she never backed down and wasn’t scared of him because of who his father is or turned away all giggly. He liked how she took control despite how small and cute she appeared.
“Sen.” The half breed’s words interrupt his thoughts and she smiles, slowly slipping the neck tie fully free and letting it fall to their sides. Sliding her hands back, she pulls her own tie free and tosses it next to the other. “Undo my shirt.” She demands as her own fingers slip back to his pants, moving to the belt wrapped around his slender waist.
His face instantly flusters. Sen wasn’t quite sure what he thought of that. He spent so long trying not to look at her chest. Nodding dumbly, his hands slide away from her thighs and shakily extend to her blouse. Starting at the top button, small glass like claws fumble with the fabric before finally getting it through the hole and starting on the next one down. After about the third button he starts to wonder why their shirts have so damn many of them. Eventually he gets to the last one, parting her shirt slightly to reveal her bra.
Samara was… well endowed.
He didn’t even know what he was supposed to do beyond stare. The half breed smirks at his apparent confusion and grabs onto clawed hands, shoving them up to cup her breasts. If Sen’s face could have gotten any redder, it did at that point. “It’s ok, you can touch them…” Samara reassures him before going back to her task of undoing his pants.
Slipping the buckle free, the white and black haired teenager tugs the leather belt free of Sen’s uniform pants while he continues to stare ahead in near awe at Samara’s chest. Biting her lower lip, she smiles. God, he was like so cute and so hot all at once. He really didn’t know what he was doing and she was finding that to be an amazing turn on. She’s never done this before either, but she was around enough kids at school that did to know what should be happening. Tossing the belt behind her, she shakes her head in the slightest before pulling her fingers in between her breasts and unhooking the small front clasp keeping the bra in place. Gold tainted red eyes widen as more of her cleavage is revealed before him and she leans in to kiss him again while her hands travel back down to his pants and pry the top metal button free, slipping the zipper slowly down over the straining flesh contained within.
Sen arches up and moans when small fingers reach into his pants and grab onto his erection. He had no idea someone else just touching him could feel so good. Not just someone else, but Samara, he wouldn’t want just anyone touching him. When Jacen tried, he felt nothing but mild amusement at his efforts. Yeah, he no longer blames his fathers for doing it all the time.
The hybrid’s magic starts to build as her fingers move over him and Sen mildly freaks. He had no clue what the hell was going on. Was that supposed to happen? He didn’t want to set something off he didn’t know about and potentially get in trouble for using magic, or worse, accidentally hurt Samara.
“S-Samara… wait.” The half breed tries to ignore his request and resumes kissing him. Sen grabs a hold of her arms and pushes her away slightly. “No, I’m serious… we can’t do this here. Something’s up with my magic and I don’t want to set it off. That and I really don’t want our first time doing stuff like this to be in a dirty, old school room.”
Iridescent eyes stare at the hybrid for a few moments in near disbelief. “Sen… you have got to be kidding me…” Her gaze travels down to exposed flesh before her before moving back up, “Okay so I know this might not be the best place and all, but you can’t honestly tell me you want to stop…” The petite girl rocks her hips forward as much as she can manage in Sen’s grip, ripping a loud gasp from them both as she contacts. Flashing a sly smile to the other teenager a moment later, the half breed attempts to lean forward for another kiss, meeting Sen’s lips briefly before he pulls her back again.
“Samara, I mean it…” He says firmly, causing her to frown.
She spends a few moments just staring at him before her frown turns into a slight scowl. “Okay fine. Let go so I can close my bra…” A smirk forms on her lips, “unless you want me to go back out into the school with my boobs hanging out…?”
Sen Smiles. “Only if that means I can parade you in front of Jacen to show him that now he’ll really never land you.” The two laugh and the hybrid lets go of Samara’s arms. “No, I don’t want to stop but something funky was going on with my magic and if it gets set off I don’t know what will happen. I know how much destruction Father is capable of with his and if I even have a quarter of that it won’t be good.” He watches for a moment entranced as Samara does up her shirt, blushing and averting his gaze when she catches him. “I’ll figure out someplace to go later after school and we can be alone.” He does up his pants, moving and picking up Samara to gently set her back down while he hunts for his belt and tie.
Reaching down to smooth her skirt, the half breed takes her own tie as Sen extends his hand backwards and offers it to her. “Yeah well, I guess it’s not like we won’t ever do it so I can wait a while longer…” Flipping her collar up, she slips the tie around her neck while the hybrid is threading his belt back into the loops on his pants and begins twisting it into a knot as she watches him through the darkness. He was so cute it wasn’t even funny, even after doing all that he still had a hard time looking at her boobs without blushing. It’s so endearing that it makes her want to squeeze him to death. “Hey… so what did you mean about your magic?” She asks as she finishes the tie, flipping the collar back down and moving to pull his free of his hands. Leaning up on her toes, she wraps the tie around his neck and begins knotting it as well. “Like, what did you mean it felt funky?”
“I dunno, it was weird.” Sen lifts his head so she can see better. “Like I was building up to do some sort of major spell, but I wasn’t. Unless I was and I just didn’t know, but normally doing any sort of magic requires a conscious effort in some way. I also couldn’t tell which magic it was, Selestarri or Demonic, because they normally feel separate but it was almost like they were combining and I don’t know if that means something dangerous was going to happen.” He places his hands around her as she finishes with his tie. “I don’t know what I’d do if I accidentally hurt you so I just don’t want to risk it. I’ll ask Dad if he knows what it was when I get home.”
The hybrid looks down at his watch. “We have fifteen minutes before lunch, we should probably just hang out here until the bell rings so we don’t get caught.”
“Sounds good to me.” The half breed trails her fingers down along Sen’s front before slipping them around his waist. “So first of all, that’s so sweet I could die” Samara grins, leaning up to touch her lips beneath the hybrid’s jaw and speaking directly into his skin, “and second yeah, you need to find out about that magic cause personally I don’t want you to hurt me either. You know… unless it’s like this” she nips playfully at Sen’s jaw before a sudden frown forms on her lips. “Oh crap…” She says directly into the other teenager’s skin, pulling back a moment later. “We totally need to come up with an excuse for missing the last class or we’ll so get busted.”
Sen thinks on for a moment. “You wouldn’t get in trouble if you were helping me because I got hurt.” Samara looks up at him in confusion as the hybrid steps away from her. “So you know those wooden lockers in Weapons right?” She nods warily and he continues. “They always have these pieces of them that are coming apart because they are so old. I blame that on Father because he likes shit all old and falling apart.” He laughs. “So let’s just say I got caught on one of them and got hurt and you were helping me because I was too stubborn to get help.”
“Yeah, but wouldn’t actually have to get hurt in order for that to work?” Samara looks at him like he apparently hadn’t thought this through enough.
“Exactly, watch.” Sen brings his forefinger and middle finger claws together and places them on the opposite upper arm. A grimace forms on his face as he sinks the tips in. It’ll hurt but the pain will go away once he heals it. Samara watches him like he’s crazy as the hybrid rips his claws down, cutting his shirt and giving himself a nasty gash on the outside of his arm.
“SEN! What are you doing?!” Samara freaks, grabbing onto his arm and panicking as the blood begins to flow out of his wound.
The hybrid just laughs. “Relax, I can heal, remember? But no one else knows that. I’ll just heal it once I actually get bandaged up so no one can see.”
Iridescent eyes shoot up and she pulls away, just enough to smack him near the wound. “Don’t scare me like that dammit!” Shaking her head as the hybrid makes a small pained sound, she reaches up and pulls the neck tie she’d just fastened minutes before free of her neck. Pointing to the padded couch behind them, she speaks sternly “Sit”
Sen smiles and moves back to the couch, seating himself as she steps in close and flops herself down besides him. Reaching up with her free hand, she tucks long layered hair behind her ear while using the tie to clean the fresh wound. “You know, you’re real lucky that I’m not like most of the girls in this school” she snorts, “You do something like that and they’d probably faint.”
He laughs. “Then I know what to do if I ever want a girl to go away. For being born and raised by creatures that were technically only created to fight and kill each other, that’s really lame. One of my earliest memories is of Father letting me gash his hand open with my claws in order to show me how to heal.” He thinks. “I’m pretty sure that was right after one of my grandfathers tried to drop me off the roof and kill me so he could win his game… anyway. I really sucked at it back then, it took forever and I couldn’t fully do it, but now I can heal up pretty well. Father doesn’t even have to think about it, it just automatically happens. I have to actually concentrate.” The bell rings and the two teenagers look up. “We should probably get going. You think Mister Aduel would freak if I bled all my Filth blood all over him?” The hybrid muses.
The half breed laughs out loud as she wraps the tie around the other teenager’s wound, pulling herself to her feet a moment later, followed soon after by Sen. “You totally should do it.” she grins, moving through the room towards the door. Reaching down to twist the key she’d left in the lock over, light spills in from the brightly lit hall while she continues, “He might even have an aneurism because of it and it’d so make my day…” Laughing, Sen follows Samara out, both teenagers moving down the empty hallway towards the bustling school beyond.
Sen sighs as he reaches his room, tossing his bag down by his dresser and kicking his shoes off. Taking off his coat, the hybrid looks down and smiles at his bandaged arm. The trick worked like a charm. He had healed it shortly after the bandage was placed and neither of them had gotten in trouble for missing class. Too bad he can’t use that more often, they’d probably start to suspect something if he kept hurting himself and then came in healed the next day all the time.
He rips the bandage off and tosses his bloody shirt in the trash. Picking up a towel, he’s about to head into the shower to get the rest of the blood off himself when he hears a soft knocking at his door.
“Sen… how was your day?” Aki stands in the doorway looking a little concerned.
“Great, actually. I was just going to shower.”
“Why did the school call then to tell me you had gotten in an accident? They wanted to speak with Jenova but I headed off the conversation. I know you can heal, what happened?”
“Oh… that. Umm… it’s a long story, Dad, but I’m fine. See?” Sen turns to show the Eclipsed his arm, still bloody from where a cut had been but no marks otherwise.
“Sen, you’re practically transparent. What the hell happened? You can tell me or I can grab your father and he can rip it out of you.” Aki crosses his arms as he leans against the frame.
The hybrids eyes widen. “No, don’t grab Father. I’ll tell you…” Sen looks at the floor, defeated. “So yesterday when Samara was over and we were up here, she kinda… kissed me. But then she went running out before I could say anything and I thought she was all mad at me. I tried calling her and stuff but nothing would go through. She wasn’t in first period today so I tried to talk to her at Weapons and she just ignored me so I caught her as she was coming out of the shower and made her talk to me. I told her that if she didn’t really like me like that it was ok because I liked her too but our friendship was more important and I didn’t want to be just another guy going after her.” He smiles. “She told me I was a clueless idiot and kissed me again. Then the bell rang and we were gonna be late. She said she had a shortcut and dragged me all over the school and took me into a backroom instead and pushed me down on the couch.”
Aki rolls his eyes. “Sen, you are a clueless idiot and that’s not what school is for. Please don’t start skipping class to go fool around with your girlfriend.” He shakes his head. “Where did this accident come in?”
A large grin forms on the hybrid’s face. He guesses Samara is his girlfriend now. He has a girlfriend. That was so cool. Aki shifts, bringing Sen’s attention back to the conversation. “Yeah, so we were going to get in trouble if we didn’t have a valid excuse for not being in class… so I kind of made one and blamed it on the lockers at Weapons.”
“Sen…” The Eclipsed shakes his head in annoyance. “Please don’t do that again. They don’t know you can heal and I’m sure that worried them. They were concerned enough to call for Jenova which meant they were pretty damn concerned. Considering they’ve been entrusted with keeping you safe, I’m sure the last thing they wanted to do was tell your father that you got hurt in his own school.”
The hybrid looks down. He didn’t think of it like that. The thought that they would actually try and call Father never crossed his mind. “I-I’m sorry… I didn’t realize that would happen. It didn’t seem like a big deal to me…”
“Next time, think. You have a brain, use it once and while. Because of who you are, they will probably take extra precautions. Don’t give your father a reason to take you out of school. He doesn’t care for your social attachments, only your safety.”
Sen just stares at the floor, now he pissed off Dad and Dad never gets pissed at him. This has been one hell of a day. The sound of the Eclipse’s feet walking away from his door grabs his attention and he calls out. “Hey Dad… there was something I wanted to ask you about… something that happened.”
Aki sighs as he turns around, making his way back to his son’s door and waiting for him to get on with it.
“Well… when Samara and I were… um… well my magic got all weird, like it was going to go off and I wasn’t even doing anything. It was really freaky. Do you have any idea what it was?” Sen keeps his gaze locked with his own feet, a little embarrassed that he was even asking.
Aki stares at him confused for a moment before it finally clicks and he blushes slightly. “Oh… oh… that. That’s… well, normal… but it normally takes a few years in the Selestarri and only happens to Dark, or apparently Eclipsed as I’ve found out.” The Eclipsed really didn’t want to be having this conversation with his own son. This isn’t something he though he’d have to deal with so soon. Considering how early on Selestarri youth start experimenting with each other, it’s not surprising, but still…
“So what happens? I’m not gonna end up hurting Samara am I? Why is it building like that?”
Yup. Really didn’t want to be having this conversation with his son. “In Selestarri, our magic reacts differently to different emotions. This just happens to be an emotion you haven’t had to deal with yet. I suppose this means you never… experimented before.” He quickly changes focus. “No, you shouldn’t hurt her. Your magic is combined with Jenova’s so I’m not one hundred percent, but it doesn’t in Selestarri. It will build up and then it will release… as you do… Sen-” He’s about to say the hybrid was a little young to be doing this but he quickly realizes he’s not. It was around Sen’s age developmentally that he himself started noticing others in a different light so he can’t really say anything. Neither himself or Jenova can reproduce through sex so that really isn’t a concern and Selestarri are naturally disease resistant so unless Samara plans on injecting some of Io’s blood into him, he didn’t think Sen could get a disease either.
Aki shakes his head. “This is a difficult conversation to have. I know what it’s like to be young so I know you’re going to do what you want in that regard and I know how your Father used to be so it’s not like I can make you be any different. Just… be cautious, make sure you really want to do this with her before you go and do it. It’s easy to get caught in the moment and regret things later on and it’s easy to confuse love and sex. Make sure you two are on the same page with that and never just assume or you are going to really hurt someone. I’m not going to enable you but I’m not going to stand in your way either.” The Eclipsed turns to walk away. “Just don’t do it during school, please. And Sen, make sure her father isn’t going to have an issue with someone dating his daughter.” “How do I do that?”
“I don’t know, just ask him if it’s ok.” The Eclipsed shrugs before walking away.
Sen breathes a sigh of relief before walking over and falling on his bed. At least he wasn’t going to hurt her, that was his main concern. What the hell did Dad mean by ‘experiment’? Reaching for his bag, the hybrid grabs his cell phone and presses autodial. He smiles as the phone picks up on the first ring.
“Hey… so apparently school called here about my little ‘accident’ and I almost got in trouble because I had to explain why it happened when Dad knows I can heal. They even tried to talk to Father.”
“Ew, that really sucks. I didn’t think of that at all. The school never calls home for minor shit like th-” Samara says before a sudden loud noise bursts out through the receiver as the rest of Sen’s words dawn on her. “Oh my god, did you tell your Dad what we…?”
“I didn’t have a choice! Dad threatened to go get Father and have him rip it out of my head, and he would have, too. It’s ok though, because I found out what that whole weird magic thing was. I guess it’s normal for his race and it won’t hurt you. Dad tried to lecture me about doing stuff, but he knows how the Selestarri are so he can’t really say anything.” Sen laughs. “So he just told me not to go and injure myself anymore on purpose and freak out the school and to just be cautious with what I do with other people. Make sure that they want the same thing and aren’t confusing sex for love or whatever…”
“Wow… your dad took it really well…” she says, hesitating a moment longer before continuing. “You aren’t… are you? Confusing them I mean…” a momentary flash of un-surety passes through her tone before it goes hard. “Cause you know, I’ve never just messed around with anyone. I wouldn’t even kiss Jacen no matter how hard he tried and Toma from Room B, she was all over me when she transferred and that’s not even counting those retards from Section R who started that stupid fanclub for my legs or the others who keep confessing… but no one ever did it for me until I met you… you came in and were different and so… you know…” Her voice gets a little quieter as she continues, “I’m not confusing them… is all I’m trying to say… I guess.”
“I want to be with you because I like you, I think you’re great and have more personality than everyone in the school combined. You’re friends with me because of me, not because of my Father and you can look at me without giggling like a freak or running in the other direction. The physical stuff never even entered my mind until you took me into that room today… Wait? There’s a fanclub for your legs?” He shakes his head. “Never mind, I don’t think I want to know… How about you just come over here and we can talk in person. I’ll send my driver and he can pick you up.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Before he can say anything further, Samara clicks off the other end. Sen shakes his head and puts the phone down, pushing himself off the bed to head into the shower.
Pulling up outside the downtown high rise, the driver exists and walks to the rear passenger side of the vehicle, opening the door when Samara exits her building. The teenager climbs in the back with a polite smile and settles herself in as the driver returns to the front.
Several minutes go by and Samara begins to wonder why they aren’t moving. She leans forward to talk to the driver. “Excuse me, why aren’t we going anywhere?”
The man simply continues to face forward. “We are waiting for the other passenger, Miss.”
Sen stops to catch his breath as he finally hits the top stairwell landing. Why did she have to live so high up? That was too many floors to climb all at once. He should have taken the elevator like an intelligent person, but he didn’t want to risk Samara seeing him when he went inside. As it was, he was relying on the hope that she wouldn’t go back inside. He instructed the driver to keep her there if possible and call him if she didn’t stay.
The hybrid finally calms himself enough to pull out the cardkey Samara had gotten him to use for the back entrance. Swiping it through the slot, the red light flashes green and he opens the door to the top floor. He wanted to do this right and make sure they weren’t going to have any problems. While her parents may not have had a problem with him being her friend, he didn’t know if they would like him being her boyfriend.
Making his way down the brightly lit hall, Sen stops in front of the double doors that mark the entrance to Samara’s loft. He stands there for a moment, realizing he’s actually a little nervous. What if they did have a problem with it, what if he wasn’t good enough or something? It wasn’t as if they had a problem with Father, he’s their boss, technically. But what if that was a problem and they didn’t want to deal with that because of work? The hybrid resigns himself to just doing it, it would probably be worse if he just didn’t ask at all, at least this way it’s out in the open. Sen knocks softly on the door, putting his hands in his pockets soon after and waiting anxiously.
Soon soft footsteps sound, the door opens and the hybrid is met with a confused pair of white eyes. “Sen? Samara just left to meet with you, is there something wrong?”
“No, no, she’s fine… umm… can I come in? I wanted to ask you, the both of you something…”
The Higher nods cautiously and opens the door further for Sen to enter.
Following the Angel into the main room, Sen stops midway while Samara’s father calls out for his wife in Angelic. A few moments go by before Lyrian emerges from the hallway, moving to her husband’s side with a look of question painted on pretty features. After a quiet brief exchange she nods and turns towards the teenager shifting a little nervously behind them. Moving closer, she’s followed by the Angel soon after.
“My husband tells me you have something to ask us, Sen?”
“Yeah…” Now with all the attention pointed to him, this was hard. He would feel really stupid if they said no at this point. The hybrid takes in a deep breath. “I just wanted to make sure… and ask your permission… is it ok if Samara and I start dating? We really like each other and I just wanted to make sure you were ok with it. She doesn’t know I’m asking you but I wanted to do everything right. I’ve never actually had a girlfriend before.” Sen drops his gaze, a little too embarrassed at putting himself out like this to want to see their expressions. He wasn’t sure he could handle it if they started to look at him in a different light.
Small clawed fingers slide up to the Demon’s mouth, unable to contain the smile that spreads across her lips. Red eyes shift up to her side to meet white. “Dear…”
The Higher’s gaze remains on his wife for a few moments before he turns his attention to the hybrid, his tone even as he speaks. “I both appreciate and respect that you have come to us about this, Sen… though if you wish to do this correctly, do not keep your gaze locked on the floor.” He says in Angelic.
Sen nods quickly, clear crimson eyes slowly rising to meet the tainted red and pure white before him while the Angel continues. “I continue to hold out hope that your good manners will eventually influence our-” Lyrian clears her throat softly and the Higher flashes her a brief glance before his tone takes on a slight hardness to it, “Do not hurt my daughter, Sen.”
The Demon smiles to the hybrid before them, “What my husband means is, you have our permission.”
A huge grin spreads across Sen’s face and bows politely in respect while speaking in Angelic. “Thank you, so much… I promise to be good to Samara. I would never hurt her.” The hybrid straightens, his mind going a million miles a minute. He was so happy they approved. His expression immediately drops when he remembers that Samara is waiting out in the car for him. “Oops, I forgot she was down there. She has no idea I came out and is probably wondering why she hasn’t gone anywhere yet. I have to go.” His smile returns as he faces them once more. “Thank you, again.” Sen turns around and rushes out the door.
The Higher Angel stares at the front door as it closes behind the teenager before shifting his gaze down to his wife’s. “Admirable.” He says, pulling a smile to Lyrian’s face.
“Fate perhaps?”
He turns to face her, sliding long arms around her small frame and pulling her closer, “I would not call it this, though I do find it… strangely fitting that the son of the one who helped us all those years ago, be the one our daughter fancies now…”
The Demon laughs softly, sliding her own arms around her husband’s waist to return the embrace, “I feel they will be good for each other…” She smiles, leaning up as the Higher leans down to kiss her, “Though I am not sure poor Sen is truly prepared for the fire that our daughter is, or what he has gotten himself into by this...” A small amused chuckle leaves both the Demon and the Angel’s lips before their mouths meet a moment later.
Samara sighs loudly, her arms crossed over her chest and feet tapping impatiently while she continues to wait for some unknown passenger the driver had said was coming. Iridescent eyes stare out of her window at the busy street beyond, watching people move back and forth along the strip in front of her high rise. Okay what the hell? Sen didn’t say anything about some one else coming and waiting around was getting real old. How much longer was she going to have to sit here? She probably could have walked to the mansion already…
Sen bursts out the front of the building and reaches the car just as the driver exits to open the door. Sliding in, he practically topples over Samara in her surprise. “Hey, sorry I kept you waiting, I just had to take care of something first.” He nods to the driver and the car starts up.
“Okay what the hell were you doing in my building?” she says, working to gather herself while the town car pulls out into busy traffic, “I thought you were back at the-hey” she shifts abruptly, confused iridescent eyes meeting pleased crimson. “What do you mean take care of something? Take care of what?”
“After talking with Dad, I wanted to do the right thing and ask their permission to officially make you my girlfriend, so I went up and asked.” He purposefully leaves the rest out and grins as Samara grows more impatient with each passing second.
Iridescent eyes widen in surprise. “Oh my god Sen! Are you trying to kill me with suspense or what?!” the white and black haired teenager reaches forward and slaps the hybrid on the arm, “I so can’t believe you did that. What did they say?”
Sen just grins wider, pulling a small frustrated cry from the half breed’s lips. Reaching over, quickly climbs onto the other teenager’s lap and beats on his chest, “What did they say?!”
The hybrid leans in close, brushing his lips against Samara’s and looking at her through half lidded eyes as he speaks into her mouth, “They said I have their permission…” Sen meets the half breed’s lips with his own for their first official kiss as boyfriend and girlfriend.
Sliding slender fingers up to grasp at the sides of Sen’s face as the kiss deepens, Samara reluctantly pulls away a few long moments later just enough to speak. “I can’t believe you went behind my back and did that….” An equally wide grin spreads across full lips and she leans in again, meeting the hybrid’s mouth for a short hard kiss before pulling away once more, never easing her grip around his face, “and I’m so happy about it I could die.”