Hello everyone! I'm back with the third chapter!
Many of you wrote to me about your opinion regarding the frequency of updates and I've decided that it's best if I publish twice a week. The updates will take place at Mondays/Tuesdays and Fridays. This week is an exception due to my euphoric state that led me to correct three chapters at once lol
Oh, and I'm currently working on a Hisoka×Reader one-shot, so stay tuned for future info about it!
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—Cherry🍒
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Medea woke up crying.
The warm, salty tears rolled down her temples as her violet eyes were greeted by the wooden ceiling of her hut.
A woman's name fell from her lips.
It was not uncommon for this to happen, in fact, it was more frequent than she'd like, but this time it had been the most vivid memory so far. She hadn't felt so terrified since that fateful night.
She sat up on her mattress, trembling, and hugged her own body trying to calm herself down, nails piercing her arms' tender flesh.
On the wooden bedside-table next to her bed, her phone rang — a noise that sounded too cheerful for someone who had just awakened from a nightmare, and she cussed in her native language, enraged.
She had arrived at the Republic of Lapet two days ago and she had already lost count of how many people had called her to congratulate her on the mission's success. It would be great, if it wasn't for the fact that all she wanted to do was rest (especially after the events at the Emerald Kaniv, three days earlier).
"Can't I have one fucking peaceful night?" She grabbed the electronic tightly, the lipsticks and lipglosses next to it rolling towards the floor with her violent motion. "Who the hell is disturbing me at this hour? It's three in the fucking morning! You'd better have a reason to call me or you'll feel your phone being shoved so far up your ass you'll be coughing ringtones for the next month!" She threatened, pushing her blanket away to get up and walk towards the toilet.
"Is that how you talk to your boss, Lanfort?" Madam Thoshe asked, seemingly unfazed.
"Thoshe I'm not in the mood to chit-chat. Get to the point." She rinsed her face with water, trying to get rid of any traces of tears before walking to the kitchen.
The woman sighed.
"Sometimes I wonder why I still have you in my team, you're a nuisance to work with." She complained frankly, to which Medea shrugged.
"Because I'm the only person who's reckless enough to go on suicidal missions that everyone else is terrified of." Medea replied matter-of-factly while pouring milk into a cup.
"I suppose you're right." She agreed and Medea rolled her eyes before drinking. "I'm just calling to say the mission has been canceled."
Medea choked momentarily, placing the cup on the white marble countertop immediately and coughing repeatedly to clear the airways. On the other side of the line, her superior seemed not to care how shocked the young woman was.
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