Arc : One (1.17)
I did promise to serve the country, but I vowed to love you.
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The fight ended up as normally as it was, though some changes have appeared. In the past, people would usually scorn and say back stabbing words towards Xeal but it was wiped clean with no dust left to pick up.
Amazement, admiration and disturbing feelings started to lurk in the minds of the people, unfortunately, few of them were in the foul mood after the unexpected occurrence.
Xael was getting ticked by the love struck and blind admiration the people continued to send on her ways. If she stared on the left, the people would either looked on where she's looking or looked at the right side of her face.
Some were even gutsy to actually stopped her tracks or get on the way of her view just to confess. Of course, Xael just coldly looked at them, say 'thank you' and walked away. Her piece of wall was as mighty as ever.
That move however not only did not discourage those hot blooded men but actually triggered their passion to pursue her more.
It was annoying to the point that she's planning on plastering a masked on her face, exactly like what Marshell does.
Other than that, Xael was also getting vex due to a certain someone that has been keeping an eye on her from the distance. He might be able to mask his presence but Xael would not be fooled by that level of tricks.
From the trees up to the crowd, from the tents to even a waist height grass would do him good for a cover. What is wrong with that man? He's not even coming near me?! How could I do that to him if he's not even on an arm's reach?!
Speaking of Marshell, this one is also not spared. He was not a least bit annoyed than Xael, for the past five days that he's been 'innocently looking out' for her, he has been so proud of his self control that was getting stronger than ever.
He was able to commit murder countless of times in his mind. Sulking on why many flies and mosquitoes kept on bugging his woman but he was not able to swat those away thinking that it might make a wrong impression in front of Xael.
Charles, nothing much, he was just on his way on being crazy. His heart has been making so much noise and he didn't know what's going on. He even crossed the idea of digging his heart out and asking it on what is its problem.
On the field, Yvonne has been training nonstop. Polishing her skills and driving her improvement to go sky rocket. She has been depressed due to what happened.
She hasn't even seen a glance on where Marshell was since the day of the spar. This didn't settle the grudge and bitterness of her heart.
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On the night of the same day, Marshell has finally found his reason to talk to Xael directly. On the fields, he was standing stiff, not knowing if Xael would even show up after he left a meet up note.
Judging by her actions this past few days, she was rejecting people left and right without batting an eye.
He has written that what he'll say was something important and he'll wait at the fields by the time of six in the afternoon. He didn't know if he's stood up because he's been waiting for almost four hours.
In those past minutes, he has been making excuses on why Xael has been late, calming his self and convincing that there's still a chance as long as he didn't left his place.
Thankfully, his efforts weren't drowned in vain. A soothing fragrance immediately reached his sense as a voice as lovely as flower said his name.
"Lieutenant General Rosenberg, I didn't think that you possessed such patience, waiting until this late." Xael looked at Marshell like she's watching her prey.
Marshell's heart was now hammering like a broken clock. He was very conscious of that gaze, as if it was looking straight to his soul. Yet it looks like not only was his heart was not at ease, even his hidden weapon couldn't help but react.
His eyes were now narrowed as his breath shortened, haziness and blush were surging his face. As if seeing her up close would end his thirst, it brought him to his wildest fantasies.
Fuck! Not now! Not now! She'll brand me as a pervert if you didn't stand down. Fuck! Scolding himself, he started to recite the steps on making a flower crown to take away some energy from his lower half.
In his head was now a mix of end of the world and indescribable excitement, thankfully, his faced was covered with a black leather mask because if it's not, then he'll be a pervert as he is.
Xael was now on the verge of kicking Marshell in his ass. Who was she? She has lived thousands of lifetimes and that look is certainly one of the things she hated the most. If I may repeat, she hates perverts the most.
Poor Marshell, even after praying so hard, in the end he was still branded as a pervert by Xael.
"Looks like you have no business with me. I was even curious of whether you've eaten or not but it's clear to me that you're still energetic, especially down there." Xael turned around; she's not staying any longer as long as 'that' was also standing in front of her.
Marshell who was forcefully pulled out from his censored dream could only run around her and stopped her with his build.
"Wait! I still haven't say what I wanted to say," Marshell said, he was so nervous that his body was able to... calm down?
"Spit it. I still have things to do." Xael's eyes narrowed as her gaze were fixated on the upper dantian of Marshell.
"I just wanted to say thank you for saving the kids from the orphanage. I wasn't there when the bandits attacked, fortunately you saved them. They were like my brothers and sisters, I don't know what I would do if ever something bad has happened to them. Thank you, Xael." Marshell stated; his lips were arced in a smile.
Hearing his side, Xael was surprised. Is he planning on telling me his identity now?
Not only Xael, even Charles and Yvonne who was only passing by and ended up peeking was shook by the sudden news. What does this mean?
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" Mini Theater "
Marshell : *hiding in the grass.* "Did she like the flower?"
Xael : "Who?"
Marshell : "My woman." *realizes* *turns around* "Why? How?... What are you wearing?!"
Xael : "Huh? But I'm not wearing anything. Duh!" *blinking her eyes*
Marshell : *looks away* "Fuck! Then why are you naked! Shit! God, why are you challenging me like this?!" *fighting hard not to peek*
Xael : *blink* "Are you stupid? Since when did grass ever wear clothes? *rolls her eyes*
Marshell : "But you're not a grass?! Grass don't have boo... they don't have those! They are thin and flat and... fuck! Why am I even saying this?!" *face palm*
Xael : "But I am thin and flat." *blink*
Marshell : "You don't! Okay?" *starting to get frustrated.*
Xael : *angry* "I am! When I say I do! Then I do! If you don't believe me, see it yourself! I'll prove you wrong!"
Marshell : *stiffen* "What?" *gulp* "W-w-well... i-it's not like it was me who thought of this. You made me do it." *fake cough* "A-am I allowed to touch?"
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Marshell : *soft giggles* "hehehehehe~~... hehehe... soft... hehe..."
Xael : *looking at Marshell who fell asleep on the fields* "This pervert!" *punched Marshell's stomach* *walk out*
Marshell : "...."
Author : "hehehe..." *thumbs up*
" End of Mini Theater "