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It had been a month since Leucite had dismissed Stibnite, and she had yet to get in touch with him. He was concerned, but he was also irate, it had been so long since she’d even touched base with him to let him know she had healed. Picking up the communication crystal that evening, he brought the gem to his lips and spoke.
“Lt. Stibnite,” He growled into the crystal. “Please respond, If you do not respond, I will be arriving at your place of residence at 10 pm tonight…”
He placed the gem next to him on the bed, glowering.
She was in deep s**t.
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A three week get away had been just what Imara needed. Okay, more like two and a half but close enough.
Her travels had taken her to Colorado this time. Up into the mountains where she could get out and stretch her legs. Aside for Sonia, her communication with others had been nonexistent. She even went as far as to not bring anything related to her other side. The entire point of this trip had been to refresh her mind and her body.
Now as she laid on her bed, head phones in her ears, the last thing she was even considering was powering up. Her flight had gotten in only a few hours ago so right now, she wanted to relax. Maybe tomorrow she would stretch her legs again.
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At exactly 10 o’clock on the nose, Leucite stood, steeling himself, he teleported to Imara’s front door. He was pissed. Very, very pissed.
He didn’t care what her excuse was. He was going to find out what the ever loving hell happened to her and then he was going to punish her as was due. She was being insubordinate if she was home.
His fist pounded hard on the door, making it rattle on its hinges.
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Inside the house, everyone jumped. At least everyone on the first floor as the two eldest men in the house looked from the boxing match they were watching towards the door. A quick glance at one another and Taylor sighed. Sometimes being the son sucked.
So up he went towards the door. Opening it, he rolled his eyes before really even looked. “What can I….” And his voice stopped. Gazing the man up and down, Taylor had to stop himself from laughing. “Look, buddy, if your car is broken down, gas station is a few more blocks up the road. Though.” He shook his head. “Unless ya need a tow or somethin.”
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“I’m here for Imara…” Leucite said, his voice stern and very angry. “Tell her, her recruiter is here and he needs to speak with her. She will understand.” His eyes glared death at Taylor, and his stance gave off that cool sense of ******** adjusted his coat with his hands and let out a long sigh. “And be quick about it please I don’t have all night.”
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“Well then, Sir.” Taylor’s own eyes narrowed at this so called threat to his sister. Oh the ties of blood. “I will have to ask you to come back tomorrow when you have more time then. My sister just got back home and frankly, I just don’t like your tone.”
With that, he stepped back. “If you will excuse me. Good night.” The door began to swing shut.
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Faster than should be humanly possible, Lecuite got his foot in the door and forced it the other way. “You will get me Imara now…” he growled, grabbing a hold of Taylor’s shirt and lifting him a few inches off the ground. “Or so help me God I will start breaking bones in your body until you listen…”
Stupid… god… damn… civilians. Did they not get that he was beyond them?
“Now go… I will wait here.”
He let go off Taylor with a small toss toward the inside of the house.
“I’m waiting…”
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Taylor stumbled back. “You son of a b***h. How dare you come here and…”
“Something the matter here?” Their father appeared in the doorway. His amused face was gone and he was looking from his middle son to their so called guest. It would not take a genius to realize he was carrying too.
Gazing at the man in the door, he narrowed his eyes. “Sir, I do not know the nature of your business with Imara but my daughter is upstairs resting. She just got back into town and was rather tired from her layovers. But, if you are refusing to leave until you see her then let’s keep this peaceful.”
His attention turned back to his son. “Go get you sister.” He words were firm. Harsh and a warning not to talk back. Taylor could only shoot a look back at their ‘guest’ before running up stairs.
While gone, their father said nothing but kept watch making sure no lines where crossed. It was only a few moments when two pairs of feet could be heard coming down the stairs. Her eyes looked sleepy as she blinked them several more times. Teal hair a mess, she ran a hand through it as it came into focus who was causing a scene in their house.
“Imara, do you…” Her father started but his daughter nodded her sleepy head. “Yea. I know him. Regretfully. Don’t worry you two. I can handle him…”
And she walked passed her brother and father, motioning for Leucite to go back outside before she could shut the door.
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Leucite was about to take Taylor’s head off when Imara’s father walked in. One look told him all he needed to know, and his posture relaxed, and he leaned back a little on his heels. “Thank you, sir,” he said, politely, if a bit chill.
Finally, someone who saw sense.
Leucite would prefer not to be plugged full of holes though. Bullets still ******** hurt and were just as deadly.
Once Imara appeared, his face grew stern again and as she motioned him to walk outside he did so.
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The door closed behind her with a click and she turned to walk off their porch. She was in jean cut off shorts, a t-shirt that for once fit her and tennis shoes. Very I was asleep and you woke me up. But she did not say anything for a long awhile as she walked towards the edge of the front porch light.
There she stopped, turned and looked at him. “Well?”
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“...” Well? Well?!
Leucite’s eye twitched dangerous for a moment, but he managed to keep himself from shouting. “You were supposed to contact me as soon as you were better…” He said quietly. “You are being quite the insubordinate little shithead right now. I have half a mind to kick the ever living s**t out of you…”
He sighed then. “But obviously that doesn’t work.”
His body relaxed then and he sighed, loudly. “What happened Imara… Why were you gone for a month…” Probably to the shock of anyone who knew him. He sounded.
Concerned.
“Are you okay? What happened?”
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There was no change of expression as he nearly threw a vein out of the side of his head. In a way, she was amused but it would not show. Even having been refreshed, she had not been ready to face him yet. Frankly, Imara had been hoping to put that off for a few more days….or weeks.
But it appeared he had other plans. So she could only crossed her arms under her chest and glared back at him. “First off, Sir, I just got home. I did not think me having jet lag would mean top shape and I did not want to be falling asleep anywhere around you.” She growled. “Second, since when do you care if I am okay?”
Imara’s hand quickly went up the top of her t-shirt and pulled the neck over exposing the almost healed marks. “Last time I saw you, okay seemed to be the last thing you cared about. But yea. I’m fine. Thanks for asking. That all now, Captain?”
She started to walk back towards the house, having to pass him. “I’m alive. I can fight again. And I will never call you by the wrong title again. Is there something else you want?”
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“... I’m sorry,” Leucite said. “I…” He huffed a long sigh. “I was too rough on you and I apologize. I let my aggression get to my head, that shouldn’t have happened. I damaged you and that shouldn’t have happened…” He actually sounded.
Ashamed.
“... Take the rest of the week off... “ He said quietly, turning and looking up the road away from her house. “Apologize for me to your a*****e… brother I guess? Your father as well…” He shook his head.
“But… I am glad you hate me… Maybe you’ll be the one that stops me when I finally snap.” He let her walk by unhindered. “Yes, I was right to push you away.”
He grinned then, gently, and turned and started to walk up the road.
“Good night, Imara…”
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Imara stood there, frozen to the spot as she listened. Her arms fell to her sides and she turned back to look at him. “What the hell?” Imara spat out, eyes narrowing as her mouth partly opened. “What the hell is your problem?”
Her eyes were striking at that moment. “You beat the s**t out of me, something I would have expected from the other side, not mine might I add, then, show up at my home in the middle of the night threaten my brother,” Who most likely had it coming but she was not going to mention that. “And drag me out of bed all to say you are sorry? Who the hell do you think you are?”
Slowly that teal hair shook with her head. “Yea. I think you have already snapped you jackass.”
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“Yeah… maybe I already have…” he laughed a little. “I… LIKE you, Imara…” He said with a wave of his hand. “Don’t get confused or… antsy. Not in any romantic sense… Though I’d sleep with you in a heartbeat I’m not going to lie.” His ability, or rather lack there of, to filter his words as in full force.
“You were the perfect recruit, and I wanted to shape that potential into something that would surpass me when I finally lost it and had to be put down…” He smirked. “Because I’m dangerous Imara… I hurt people, I kill people and it is only getting easier the more I do it… It’s so easy to justify anymore… One rosary is a soul…” He laughed.
“I can’t even remember how many times I’ve done it…” He realized he was rambling but he didn’t care.
“Who do i think I am? Captain Leucite, your direct supervisor and the one who recruited you into the Negaverse. We are your life now haven’t you figured that out?” He smirked. “But I digress…” he sighed.
“Get some rest, and either request a new captain in the morning or meet me in a week… same place as usual…”
Then he started to walk again.
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Her eyes flashed fire as he spoke. He was mocking her. She knew he had to be. Why else would he even consider say s**t like this.
Leaning over, Imara grabbed a large stone and hurled it at the back of his head. “Hey a*****e.”
She called out waiting for him to stop. She wanted to scream at him how much she hated him. How much he had ******** with her head and that yea, she would happy slice his throat and serve his head on a silver platter.
But none of that came out of her mouth.
“9pm your place tomorrow. You owe me pleasure after that.”
So she was a tad horny after her vacation….
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“... I’ll be there,” He said quietly, turning a bit on his heel. “And I promise I will rock your ******** world…” He laughed a bit at that, and rolling his shoulders he said quietly.
“Anything else?”
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“Yea. Whiskey.”
And with that she turned to head back to her home without another word to him. She would sleep well tonight dreaming of how to make him suffer.
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“DONE!” He called after her, and then teleported back home, powered down and collapsed into bed.
He needed to go on booze run tomorrow…
Torvil
