Academy

Deal?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(4 years later)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Bree and Five are both 19) They've adapted quite well to their new world. They trust one another more, but are both on the edge of there seats when it comes to confessing their love for each other.

For the past years they've slept together to keep warm and not to freeze. They wouldn't say they hated it either.

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"I had to survive off of Ramen for a week before. It was nothing like I've ever tasted before." An unknown voice speaks up. Five stands up in a stance position.
"Who the hell are you?!" Five blurts, rudely.
Five unknowingly placed his arm in front of Bree, 'protecting' her from danger.

(After Explaining)

"We could go home..."
"-If we join you with 5 years of work?"
"Yep. 5 years and then we'll send you on your merry way." The Handler cheerfully replies.
Both Bree and Five look at one another, and nod in agreement.
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THE HANDLER USES THE BRIEFCASE TO TELEPORT THE TWO BACK TO THE COMPANY CENTER
AFTER THE HANDLER EXPLAINS HOW THE COMPANY WORKS, SHE SHOW'S THEM TO THEIR ROOM.

"Here we are." The Handler motions to the room in front of them. "Yeah, uh- Miss?" Bree speaks up.
"Yes, Number 8?" The Handler replies in a chirpy manner.
"Number 8?"Bree questions.
"Well, you are one of the few with an unspeakable ability, aren't you?" The Handler asks, knowing full well of the answer.
"Well, yes-" Bree speaks up, but gets shut down. "Well, then you will be numbered like the rest." The Handler concludes.
"There's only one room." Five flat out states. Bree nods in response. "That's what I was going to point out."
"You two aren't already sleeping together? Oh. My bad." The Handler chuckles, knowing full well of their relationship status.
Five rubs the back of his neck with his hand, avoiding eye contact, and trying his hardest not to blush.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. There's two beds in there." She informs, as she lightly shoves the two in their room.

The Handler smiles and turns to leave.

"Well I'm not letting you in the field until you get some training in. You don't know how to fight, nor protect yourself-" Five starts.
"No. Absolutely not. I am not using my power-"
"You don't have to- We can just start off with some basic training moves. Hand-to-hand combat." Five says, hands in the air as if he was surrendering.
"I-I'll try. But don't expect me to get it right the first time." Bree pouts. Five smirks.

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The two teens moved one of the beds to the side, for some training room.
"Copy my stance." five orders. Bree copies his stance as close as possible. "Like this?"
"Yeah, just..." Five pauses and walks over to her side. He moves one of her arms into position, and lightly grips her waist, guiding it to another angle.
At that moment Five realizes what he's just done. He takes his hands off of her waist, holding them up in a surrendering position. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
Bree smiles, trying to hide her own blush. "No no. You're helping me train." Bree takes his hands, and places them back on her hips.

——
"There." He smiles, standing by my side, appreciating 'his' work. "Thanks." Bree responds.
"Now," Five moves back in front of me. "What stance would you take if I aimed at your stomach?"
"I'd block."
"Show me."
Bree show's the blocking position. "Good, but remember, you don't want to leave your face defenceless."
Bree nods, determined to learn.
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(Later That Night)

Five changes into his PJ's, as Bree does the same, but in the closet. Once Five is done changing, he hears the squeaky hinges on the closet doors.
Bree walks out a little flustered. Bree is wearing a loose, draw-string ,bottoms (pants) that go to her ankles and a spaghetti strapped, loose crop down, that just past her bellybutton.