Flames left behind

{Exclusive chapter}

  ***Behind the scene chapter, conversation between Ronin and Ambrosia. This was a not included scene in chapters 7-8 , and this would have been the alternative scene if i had to replace it. Have fun and read well*** A/N

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"So," Ronin said, tapping his foot on the ground and crossing his arms.

  "So," I mimicked, copying his body language. He squinted his eyes, and I narrowed mine.

"Well then."

"Welp."

"Are you just going to repeat everything I say?" Darn, he caught on. 

   "No, half the words that come out of your mouth would make me sound like an idiot."

"So you're calling me an idiot now?"

    "Well, you caught me at a bad time."

"By the looks of it, every time is a bad time."

  "Usually I'm remarkably good natured. Try me on a day that doesn't end in y."

"Liar."

"I prefer to think that I'm a liar in a way that's uniquely my own."

"Yeah right."

   "Thank you, I am right."

"No a compliment, deary."

   "I still took it as one."

"Are you always this stubborn?"

   "Try me on a Friday. Those are usually my off days."

"Off days for what?"

    "Being a bitch."

"This is why you don't have many friends."

    "Friends are overrated anyways."

"No."

     "Yes. What would you know? I don't see yours anywhere," I smirked, unfolding my arms and letting my posture slope. 

   He ignored my question, and my smirk turned into an all-out grin as he radiated defeat. My natural talent is my will to be stubborn. It comes in handy at times. 

    He cleared his throat.

"So, did you want to dance or not?"

     "No."

"Why?"

   "I have two left feet."

"And I have two right ones. We'd even each other out."

   I rolled my eyes.

"You know, if anyone heard us right now, they'd probably put us in a mental hospital."

     "I do quite agree with that."

There was a thick silence, and we just stared at the ground, our shoes, anything but each other. Dreadfully boring. 

   "Well, I started, breaking the ice, "You want to know a real skill?"

"Sure," he sighed.

   "Alright. It takes real skill to choke on the air, fall up the stairs and then back down, and trip over absolutely nothing. I recently acquired that skill. By the way, those stupid stairs might look polished, but I think one step gave me a little splinter in my toe."

   He didn't say anything, but his mouth was slightly dropped open, and the look on his face was one of horror, amusement, and awe. 

  "You sure have a weird way to start conversations."

"I know. It's another skill."

     "Those skills will never help you in the real life."

"They already have."

     There was a pause, and I knew he was waiting for me to elaborate, but I just stared down at the ground again. My toe still hurts. 

  More silence. 

    "I also think I'm part ninja."

"No, no you are not."

    I looked up at him and he stared back.

"Did you see that?"

    "No."

"Exactly. Ninja."

   He laughed a little at that, and I smiled, paying more attention to the floor. 

"Oh, hello Teresa, pleasant evening."