Raine Aksenov
Paris, France: Oeillet de règne Académie Theatre
My head hurts-
"Raine, what happened to you, baby girl?"
"Klavier..."
Not because of what happened last night between me and Saccharide-
"We can't call you last night! We broke your door down- I'm sorry- But...-"
"What?!"
But-
Because of my best friend constantly nagging me about how much of a fragile valuable I am.
We were in the theatre district of the school, arranging the necessities for the international play written by Sir Broshe. I was going to be the main female lead but we have a hard time finding a main male lead because the scenes include many dangerous stunts.
"You broke down my door?!" I was trying to contain myself while arranging my scripts in a folder.
"It's for a good cause, girl! We were so worried last night!"
Klavier was wearing a black shirt with an assistant director written at the back with a bold white font. His bangs that matched Saccharide's hair color were neatly tied in a small ponytail.
"I'm seriously dead thinking about my baby sister last night" he hugged me and rubbed his cheeks on mine while patting my head. "Besides, your door was fixed last night! You didn't even notice a scratch, right?"
"The door was forgivable but what happened in the restroom is not acceptable..." I pouted as I remembered the scene he caused in the bathroom.
"If you didn't struggle that much then my kissable lips would have
been busted plus your Mr. Ketchup bruised my flawless face!" He complained while performing excessive hand gestures.
He said it's a habit he got from visiting the Philippines every Summer...
"Of course I will fight, you were trying to flush the rings and the flowers in the toilet!"
"Your apology is accepted, young man..."
"Really?!" he hugged me again but I wiggled my way out of his touch and shot him a death glare.
"I wasn't talking to you. I was just reading a few lines from my script," I said with sass and waited for his reaction.
I wasn't really angry, but I want to tease him, just a little payback...
His reaction was not what I expected, he took a step closer to me and stared at me like a hawk looking at a mouse. Out of nowhere, he pushed me into seating on one of the swiveling chairs which are used for makeup sessions, before blocking my exit with his broad arms on either side of the arms of the chair.
"I am serious, Raine Aksenov. You are going to tell me where the hell was you last night..." he said sternly.
He can be boyfriend material...
But yeah...
"Because this bitch didn't get enough beauty sleep and it's your fault." he whimpered and bit his lips in a comedic way.
He's gay...
"Next time, I'm going to install cameras to keep an eye on you," he said before putting his backhand against his eyes to pose a dramatic exaggerated position of despair.
The more I stare at him, the more I notice his manly appearance.
With his features, he's very handsome with his light brown complexion. His father was from the Philippines and his mother is from here. They met in one of the islands of the Philippines after all the wooing and marriage, they decided to transfer here to France after Klavier was born. His mother wanted her husband and child to have a taste of Paris and its great culture.
"You don't have to. I'm just with-" I paused and looked in the other direction.
Shouldn't have said that...
Shouldn't have said it, Raine...
You fell into his trap once again...
Now he's surely not going to stop nagging me...
"With whom?" he asked.
"Myself! I was particularly with myself," I exclaimed, but I don't know how much am I going to keep covering up for last night.
This was Klavier Baernaise we are talking about, my overprotective gay best friend who hates my boy- my lover, Saccharide Heinz.
"Oh, my heavens!" He shouted and walked a little away from my chair before turning around.
I took this opportunity to stand up to touch his shoulders and comfort him, "Please Klavier... Stop this already..."
"You were with Mr. Ketchup! I knew my woman instinct was right!" He whimpered with his hands covering his face, therefore, muffling his voice a little bit.
"Nothing happened!" I reassured him.
"Raine. He's a jerk!"
He turned to me with little specks of tears on the corner of his eyes before holding my shoulders and slightly shaking me as he speaks.
"You stay away from him!" He shouted, gathering attention from other students inside the theatre
"I love him..." I whispered and looked down on my shoes.
"Well, babe! He doesn't! Saccharide doesn't love you, Raine."
He loves me...
I know it...
"Who doesn't love who?"
A familiar voice made my ears perk up and my eyes searching for him. When Klavier turned around to see who spoke, I saw him.
There he is...
A handsome man holding a bouquet of carnations, wearing a black coat perfectly matching his perfectly combed hair.
"Hi, Raine..." He smiled.
My love...
"Saccharide..."
xXx
Third Person
Heinz Manor: General's Office
(Before the school started)
He was beyond pissed by what he witnessed last night. Phoenix was excellent enough to install hidden cameras inside his son's condominium. He watched as his son ignored the calls they are giving him just because the girl showed up.
It was all part of the plan to make the girl appear outside his condominium and see if Saccharide will choose to meet his father or prioritize the girl. Badly enough, his son chose the latter which made him go mad.
His legacy will not be stopped by a girl...
History will not repeat itself again...
The door opened and there stood a boy with blonde hair, his clothes were still wet by the previous event but the War King has no intentions of asking what happened. By just looking at the lifeless eyes of the boy, he could tell that his warning was futile.
"He chose the girl..." Phoenix stated before closing the door.
The General smiled and played the video footage of the two kissing from last night before turning his head to the boy, "Then I choose Plan B."
"I already found someone, Sir," stated Phoenix before bowing his head slightly.
When he opened his eyes again, he was welcomed by a few shards of glasses slicing his face. The blood dribbled down his face but he didn't mind, he just stared as the mad man continuously punched the device like it's as soft as a punching bag.
The General smashed the television with his bare hands; his pupils were dilated with his grin extended from ear to ear. He laughed and pushed the device out of his table.
"That was fast! But—" he paused and stretched his knuckles, before shaking the blood off his wound. The blood flew in any direction of the room, painting Phoenix's face with more droplets of blood.
"Are you sure this person will make the girl fuck off?" the General smiled sweetly and put his hands on his waist as nothing happened.
"Yes, sir... They're pretty close..." Phoenix said.
The General's rage came back when the television turned on and continued the video of his son and the girl dancing.
"I don't care what their relationship with the girl is! They can be a drug addict, a rapist, or some fucking guy! I only want the girl gone from my son's life!" He yelled while kicking the poor scrap of metal and bolts, the screen became completely black after that.
"Why don't we just kill her, then?" spoke a voice behind Phoenix.
The person entered and bowed to the presence of the General before gaining posture to smirk at Phoenix. The boy just stared at the person and looked at the General, who was obviously stunned by the appearance of the figure.
"Is this the one you're talking about?" he reluctantly asked.
Phoenix just nodded and turned to the person beside him before muttering, "You're early"
"Well, we have practice later. I had to..." The figure stroke a smile at both of them before it held a hand at the General to shake.
"Nice to meet you, General" the figure smiled sweetly.
He did not shake the hand that was held out for him but the person did not pull away from their hand, demanding an actual handshake from him.
Phoenix waited for the next move of the General, it's not like every day, someone will just ask him for a demand handshake. In this mansion, breathing the same air he breathes needs permission.
The General stared at their eyes for a moment before finally shaking the figure's hand, it was like he was pulled by some force emitted by the person.
"You look familiar..." said the old man before squinting his eyes suspiciously at the figure.
"I bet I am. Your son and I have some complications..." the figure answered then looked at the big portrait hanging on the wall behind the old man.
It was the Heinz Family photo. They looked happy in the picture, considering the devious tradition in the family.
Immense anger was felt inside the room, the moment the person looked at the lower part of the portrait, where the young Saccharide was placed.
Eventually, the person smiled sweetly again and said, "So—"
"Kill her?"
The General let go of the handshake and looked the person dead serious in the eyes before staring at the image of his family portrait.
"I know my Son... If the girl died, he'll kill himself too. I've seen the way he looks at her and I've seen how she can fix him." he explained, "Years of training him to be a corrupted war machine will not be destroyed by a girl..."
The memory of his son being diagnosed with PTSD was the best memory he had with him. That never made him so proud to be a father before.
"Good. I don't want to kill the girl, anyway, "the person explained while eyeing their newly painted nails. "She's been a good friend to me. It's just really annoying how weak she was. It's like she's purposely doing it to attract people."
"A Heinz was born to control, not to be controlled," he muttered, his memories were completely filled with memories of his father saying that to him countless times.
"I just want her far away from here," he said again, then proceeded to sit on his desk chair.
"What do you want me to do then?" the figure asked.
"Make her life a living hell that she'll want to leave him," the general briefly answered.
"That would be hard, considering he already tested the girl, and as you know, she did not leave him..." Phoenix joined in.
"Destroy both of their lives then. That way she'll think that he's suffering because of her" the old man smirked and swiveled his chair to turn his back to the other two people inside the room.
"Or make him think that he's ruining her life..." the figure suggested with a smirk on its face.
"Yeah, that too..." The general agreed, not bothering to face the person again.
"An exquisite idea from a warrior king, as always..." complimented the person before slightly bowing. "Your wish is my command..."