From Order into chaos (Male reader x Akali)

Chapter 9

(When chapter 8 is a little bit too short and you curse the author for daring to release something under 1000 words.  Here is a longer chapter to make up for the last one's length. Enjoy :) do any of you cry when you write stuff? Just me? Or are you weird?)

"You ready?" D asks as he looks at all the packed boxes spread out in front of us.

"As ready as I want to be," I admit, "There are other movers here that took all the big and non-fragile stuff. Looks like we will be dealing with smaller and fragile belongings."

He chuckles, "Lucky us. You have the address?"

I nod, "I do. So down to who's shit we are taking first..."

We then get interrupted by a woman with ashen hair and golden yellow eyes, "The movers have already taken everything from this apartment and are busy unloading it at the mansion. Everything here is your priority."

I nod, "Got it."

She then stops before she leaves the door, "You don't need to worry about the rooms. Everything that still needs to be moved is in this room."

D breathes a sigh of relief, "Thank god," he then gestures with his head, "Let's get going. You know where I parked my pickup."

I nod and start gathering everything. The painful part about this wasn't the fact that it needed to be moved... but the fact that everything was on the top floor. Meaning we are taking at least ten minutes to get everything from the top floor to the parking floor.

We don't have enough people to fill it up with one trip so we end up putting a bit more in the elevator and hope that someone doesn't plan on using it for today.

But from my expectations alone this is going to take at least ten trips. Sucking up all of our complaints we get to work - fully expecting to be busy most of today. Not just with moving but because we will end up having to carry everything inside as well.

To save time we should just set everything down at the entrance and deal with it one step at a time.

"I am going to be honest," D smiles at me, "DIdn't expect you to be here. Not with your past."

I nod, "Trust me, I am just as surprised to know that the two of us haven't murdered each other yet."

He smirks at me, "She is something though ain't she."

I arch my brow, as I get into my seat, "Are you implying that I like her? Or that you like her?"

"Nah not me. Not saying I didn't shoot my shot already but it is hard with someone of her type."

"Meaning?" 

"Hmmm, I think it is just she prefers to have friends more than being in a relationship. I understand that though - some people are better off as friends."

"And the rest you ignore."

"Right," he chuckles, "Are you saying that you are not interested in her at all?"

"No. I can't see it at all."

"Really? Have you ever thought about it?"

"Don't have to," I state rather easily, "Apart from physical attraction, I don't imagine there being anything else."

"Ahh, makes sense," he then adds, "I guess you wouldn't really know if you two would be emotionally compatible. Up until recently, you have been enemies. It must be like learning a completely new person."

"Yeah, that sounds accurate enough."

He nudges me with his elbow, "So halfway there right?"

"I feel like you don't understand that I don't want to date her at all."