The Lion, The Dragon and The Bird

The Dragon

A/N

Dear reader,

This chapter is below the first draft level which means I haven't re-read it yet (I am too sleep-deprived lol), which means the English language will suffer badly. I will be re-reading it soon but I just wanted to warn your poor soul ahead of time.

As always, any help (spelling and grammar particularly) is welcome.

Still, I hope that you enjoy it and as always leave comments (and maybe a vote （ΦωΦ） )

PeachyRabbit <3

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Theo looked at the men training in his backyard and wondered what it would take for him to escape from his bodyguard's watchful gaze.

"Don't even think about it," Natasha warned without looking up. She was reading a fashion magazine that was dwarfed by her thick rugged hands. She squinted her eyes behind her round glasses to decipher the tiny prints.

Natasha was a tough nut to crack. Theo was already missing his lenient bodyguard.

"When is Jon's punishment ending?"

This time the brawny woman spared him a glance and he felt like burying himself in a hole.

"I am not sure you should be asking that when you are the reason he is getting punished."

Theo rolled his eyes.

"Why does he need to get punished because I hanged out with some friends after school. Isn't that the whole purpose of school and youth ?" He reasoned.

"No," she closed her magazine with a snap and stood up, "he is getting punished because we came to pick you up and he didn't know where you were. You were MIA for two whole hours. And if it were entirely up to me, he would have lost more than a finger."

"I was on campus," he quickly adjusted the slight inflection in his voice, raising his voice would do more harm than good,  "I am 16, I think that I am perfectly capable of walking around a heavily guarded campus." He made sure to emphasize the word heavily.

Natasha closed the distance between. Her wrinkled face was now inches away from his. Theo stood his ground.

"Even in a bunker you might not be safe and Soveland Academy is no bunker. If you really think that you are just an average sixteen-year-old," she adjusted her glasses, "then Mr. Ryuzaki, you are dumber than I thought you were."

Theo didn't let himself blink and held her gaze. He chewed on the inside of his right cheek so hard that he tasted blood. It was a trick he used to control his emotions.  Natasha was probably the only person in this ginormous mansion that could call him dumb to his face. Still, he couldn't show her that her opinion mattered. It shouldn't.

It took a few tries but he was able to display an easy-going smile. The old hag was still breathing in his face but he didn't step back.

"I don't think that I am average but you are definitely paranoid." His tone was light, his eyes weren't.

She sighed and stepped back. His smile grew, it was a tiny victory and he would take what he could get. She had backed down first.

"Your father has a lot of enemies." She used that tone that teacher used when they tried to explain something they assumed you should know.

"And they don't know that I exist. I literally met the man three times in my whole life."

And I would love to keep that way, he mentally completed.