The White Wolf

Chapter 24 - Captain Discussion

Zenon had been dismissed back to base, you watched him leave with Nacht, so you could only assume that he went to the Black Bulls base in order to be surrounded by his friends, so he could calm down and relax. It was an emotional day for everyone; yet you came across as unfazed. You couldn't afford to let your emotions take control for even a moment. You had to do your job; your captain wasn't exactly going to do it. You sat in the same seat as usual, beside Yami, waiting for Julius to arrive. It was a silence that wasn't comfortable nor uncomfortable. The sorrow in the air was felt by everyone. Half of the Captain's stuff had red or puffy eyes from earlier, and you were all still wearing the attire you wore to her memorial.

You found your mind wandering back to the day you met Captain Anderson; "I thought I'd find you here." You knew that voice; you'd spoken to her earlier. Ofelia. You raised your head out from your folded arms. The rain made your hair stick to your face, giving your emotionless expression an extra visual addition. What was she doing out in the rain with no umbrella or magic to keep herself dry. "What are you doing here?" You interrogated; you were pissed. Who did she think she was to come here? Your eyes had narrowed to a glare that directed up at the woman. Was she following you? She was unfazed by your clear aggression, "I think the better question is, what are you doing out here?" She had a soft smile on her face that wouldn't budge. "It's raining, you know. You'll catch a cold." She was just like him- it was almost frightening. You gritted out, suppressing your emotions, "it's none of your damn business. Now leave."

The woman squatted down in front of you, "(Y/N) Faust, right? Your Morgen's little brother." Your eyes widened; how did she know Morgen? "You probably don't remember me, but I was best buddies with your brother! I used to play with you when Morgen brought you to our base." You didn't remember her. Your gloved hand gripped at the headstone tightly- defensively. "I don't care who you are, or if you knew brother, but you need to leave." She knew you were getting defensive; from what she'd heard you had changed a lot since she last saw you. You had become cold, emotionless, unforgiving, and aggressive. She could see straight through it though. It was a defense. One you put up to stop pain from coming near you again. Rather than leave you alone, she sat down on the wet ground in front of you. Your eyes questioned her actions; was she insane? The rain had well and truly soaked her clothes and hair. "I'm not just going to leave you all alone. I'm not that kind of person. So, I'll stay by you side as long as I have to, until you realise, you're not alone." She simply continued to smile. Just who the Hell was she?

"How are feeling, (Y/N)? You left in quite the hurry" William inquired. "I'm fine." Your eyes fell on him for a split second before moving away just as quickly. "You sure you're alright, kid?" Your eyes narrowed, looking up at Yami aggressively, "I'm fine. Do not ask again." That look in your eyes hadn't changed in years. No one could truly figure out what it was. Was it anger? Sadness? Greif? Pain? Aggression? Danger? No one could figure it out. No one aside from Captain Anderson; who read you like a book from day one. Yami recognised that looking your eyes form after Morgen died, he was one of the first to see the change after all. There weren't many people who could recall what you were like before Morgen passed, but those who could, were constantly upset by the change whenever they were reminded of it. It wasn't you. The real you.

"Thank you all for waiting" Julius entered through the large double doors, every looking at him. Julius held up a few sheets of paper, "I just had to get the paperwork I needed from Damnatio. He had to clear it beforehand." "You? And Paperwork? I never thought I'd see that!" Yami laughed. This was his way of coping, humour, dark or light, just humour to cover the pain. "Yeah, I imagine it must be a surprise. However, there is much to discuss, so let's get down to business." Julius took his seat at the head of the table, placing three separate stacks of paper in front of him. Three separate sheets, not just copies of one.