Lucky - Arcane VixOC - 1215 FanFiction

Scene 5

When I first met Vi, it was a short interaction.

Ekko introduced me to her and the others when we bumped into them on the street, but we both had places to be. I remember looking back after her as we parted ways—there was something about her, but I just brushed it off.

We met up every once in a while after that, sometimes Ekko would come and call me out of the house and bring me over to them, like he knew before I did.

Every time I saw her my eyes lingered on her more. When she first came up to talk to me unprompted, something started in me, but she was just asking if I'd seen Claggor, since he liked to wander around Benzo's shop with Ekko.

I remember feeling really upset for some reason, because I thought we'd finally be able to have a conversation and become friends. There was still thick walls between us, because we'd been raised not to trust people. But I wanted to walk through those walls, and get to know them all. I wanted to get to know her more than I'd ever been inclined to know anyone.

Then, weeks after just knowing each others names, we were all crowded on a warm afternoon in some alley, and Vi was showing off what Vander had taught her about boxing. After watching for a little bit, Ekko and Powder trying to impersonate and making the rest of us laugh, I jumped down from the board I was sitting on and announced my father had taught me how to fight as well.

"Probably not as good as Vi." Mylo shrugged, "But go off."

I narrowed my eyes, testing the waters, "How would you know if Vi's better than me when you've never seen me in action?"

His eyes widened slightly, and then Ekko lit up, "Fight! You guys should totally brawl!"

Vi rose a brow, "Seriously?"

"I wanna see you fight too!" Powder grinned, "Get a close up look at you in real action! It'll be awesome! Maybe this time, you'll meet your match, Vi."

The older sister just blinked, and I waited nervously, "You'll still cheer for me, won't you?"

Powder giggled, "Duh."

Vi stepped up in front of me and held up her fists, "Well, you in or not, Lucky?"

I frowned. I was the only one that dumb public fountain didn't spray to shit, and Mylo got the nickname to spread. I'm pretty sure Vi just used it out of spite, though.

She swung first and I ducked. Sending a punch to her diaphragm, she swerved at the last second and took another step back. She rolled her shoulders. Now she knew I could keep up, and was about to get serious.

As the others shouted like lunatics beside us, I kept my arms up and dodged Vi's heavy punches. We had a similar skill set, but she was thicker than I was, and I was far better at strategical weapon use than straight up boxing. I probably didn't practice near as much as she did either.

I was too afraid to land any dirty hits like I would on anyone else, so I avoided her neck and stuck to above the waist hits. Everything that came after is somewhat like a blur in my memory, fists swinging in secured form, heads tight, breath sharp. I had a busted lip and she had a bruised cheek—then again, when didn't she have a bruised cheek?

There came a point during the fight, after what felt like we'd been swinging for ten minutes, which was probably only a minute and a half, I decided to use a disarm skill my father taught me recently when she sent out her next punch. I planted my foot and grabbed her wrist, moving with her momentum to use it against her, I kicked out my leg and smashed my shin into the back of her knees, sending her to the ground.

For a second, no one said anything. I was out of breath and just glad that it worked, but I'd basically stepped on her pride, and I didn't know Vi well enough to know how her competitive temperament was like. I just hoped I didn't make her hate me.