"Hmph!"
I slowly retracted the short tooth from his space, Smoke's cold metal never wavered as my cold metal was skimming along his deep dimple.
Leaning back with his hands clasped on his chest before, "Now. What could ever be the problem, Ms. Anmanari?"
Asha doesn't typically express any sort of emotion that could influence his
energy, but when he does, it shows whenever he use my government tag.
He's a bit irritated.
After sheathing the short tooth, I crossed my arms over my chest and tapped my sandals on the floor. When the thick headed boy didn't speak up, I leaned on the arms of the desk chair and closed in on his atmosphere. He continued to look me in the eyes while our breathing collided, our lips close enough to touch as mine began to move first.
"What. The FUCK! Do you think you are doing?" I repeated, not as emotional but just as stern.
At first, Smoke said nothing while staring at and into me, the chrome chroma moving up, down and diagonally.
It felt like he was fondling my expression, smiling a crude yet sly grin watching my lips move.
I stomped my heel hard on the porcelain tile, cracking it under my foot to let the cheeky thirteen year old know how serious I am.
"I'm not fucking playing, Smoke. This isn't the type of shit you should be using at such a you-"
When I began to admonish Asha regarding his unhealthy choice, the Sierra Leone Mexican felt it necessary to lick the tip of my nose as if to completely disregard my expressed authority.
A part of me wanted to headbutt the cheeky junior on his mouth, but I know I'll be the only one out of the two of to actually feel bad.
Fucking pretty boy....with his cute fucking face.
I stood erect in front of him with my hands on my hips, increasingly frustrated that he wasn't taking this seriously.
He wasn't taking me seriously.
Then, as if to add insult to injury, Asha proceeded to turn his lip out while speaking in a baby voice when he said, "I Sowwy."
He must have read my face, immediately retracting the condescending expression when he didn't get the reaction expected.
"Well, you're extremely lively this morning." The Sierra Leone Mexican sarcastically stated, leaning back in his desk chair and clasping his hands together over his chest.
All I could do was shake my head for a moment, because I know he could understand if he just tried to listen.
Many-a-nights, I've called him my diary that allows me to empty my thoughts and free my mind.
Even at his age.
But that's the issue right there.
"Asha…." I shut my eyes for a moment before saying something emotional or erratic as not only my GIMP God has disciplined me for but Smoke himself would tell me the same when being said diary. "Please. Listen to what I have to say." I requested with one hand still on my hip, while the other was gripping the handle of my baby flyssa. "What I'm saying, I am wholeheartedly saying for you. With NO sort of fucking pride or prejudice. But you are thirteen years old, and even as mature as you may be, you've got to consider that you have to keep your body healthy as well. I mean, just imagine how much that shit could be stunting your growth at this ever-evolving age, Smoke. The vitality of your upbringing is fucking crucial right now, especially if you're going to be a GIMP God like me.
"I never said I was going to be a GIMP God. K.O." The Sierra Leone Mexican swung his metallic gaze as if he was trying to scalp me, his tone as straight as his expression.
Although I knew there wasn't any conscious intention for the burning of pride, but I can almost taste the energy used to express those words.
Deep breath, Oh-Kai'e.
Before I could exhale the frustration from my chest, Asha's phone began to blare some anime theme. For a few moments, the biracial pretty boy just let that obnoxious fucking ringtone scream in our ears as he continued to stare me in the eyes. It was apparent he didn't want to be rude by stalling the conversation, but whoever was calling must have been determined to speak with him.
"Are you going to answer it?!" I asked with a bit of nerve in tone, visually ready to lose my shit.
I kept the eye contact mutual to never concern myself or my subconsciousness with his private dealings. By doing so, however, I'm sure he could read my declining mood as an implication to my displeasure.
It felt like he waited until the very last loop before finally answering, never breaking away that silver plated stare.
"Asha speaking." The biracial pretty boy greeted the caller with a bit of indignation towards their current existence…. Until whomever was on the other line introduced themselves. "Yes…. Yes, ma'am. I have academic lessons with Our Grand Authority Jonah from nine to noon, and following such, I planned to fulfill three hours of the required one hundred toward the P.D.C. Afterwards, my moth…. Well, thirty-three, ma'am…"
P.D.C.? Did Smoke mean Physical Dedication Courses?
If I was judging by pattern of intent, then whatever the follow-up question that cut him off was must have pertained to the remaining amount required Asha has left to complete.
Was it thirty-three he said in response?!
And three hours straight?!
Is it impossible to do? By no means.
However, the determination it would take at HIS age to complete sixty-seven hours of the most critical, unforgiving, and mentally characterizing set of courses needed for any sort of advances or promotion within our family. There isn't any one of Our Grand Authority that haven't completed the P.D.C.'s, Asha's bio-bred mother, Our Grandmother Aaja, included among the Sics Six Six that were determined enough to do so.
And then there was the range of fulfillment.
The typical age in which even devoted kin would complete the full required one hundred were between twenty and thirty, most of which spending a majority of their time establishing other perks or outside connections. Given the time consumption of any other of the simplest required tasks, such as data filing, blanketed on top of the aforementioned extracurriculars, it naturally became commonplace to finish between that range.
I, myself, still had fifty-five hours to fulfill. Being fifteen at the time, it could be called good pacing at the rate I was going at twenty hours a year for five years.
Finish by eighteen.
Also, unless a kin attends and complete Omni-Directional Disciplinary Camp, which you could only begin at ten years old, then there wasn't even a possibility of participating in any P.D.C. activities until the age of thirteen. I know first hand that Asha did in fact finish O.D.D. Camp, within a year's time no less, since it was how were able to meet in the same graduation class.
But… Surely, he hasn't been attending P.D.C.s since then?
Our Beloved Mother Aaja has never been known for leisure by any of her peers, making it easy to suppose that there was no lack of expectation towards her own bio-bred descendant. There isn't any formal or Family meetings that is attended by the Grand Authority without her Fray Proxy, including those that even I haven't been present for. Our Beloved Mother always seemed to want her bio-bred participating in anything involving Family matters.
With his father working special operations for The Down Under, Smoke is also moving back and forth between San Franscisco and Dallas as well as his home here in Chicago. Both California and Texas have some of the most grueling regimens of the P.D.C.s, which says that the Congolese-Mexican teen was also participating in those courses. From what he did tell me about the trips with his father, Asha is the youngest all time in the history of the Ragnarok Law Mafia to accomplish a ten circuit collection of debts, or Route Running, owed to The Family.
He was only twelve at the time…
He was twelve!
At that age, all I could think about was whether I was worthy to receive my Flyssas from the GIMP God I would be assigned to, or even if I'd be able to kill…
I hadn't even collected a body yet…
And I can only imagine what went through his head when he had to…