Fairies & Samurais (Hiatus)

Running

Raziella was sipping her hot cup of tea, occupying a spot near the window where her eyes could see yellow cabs on the streets and passerby outside the cafe. The weather pleased her with a view of misty orange sky gleaming at the horizon, giving a dimly sunkiss on her skin.

Her English textbook and a sketch of a male figure laid open in front for her eyes to look at. But she hadn't been in the mood to continue her work. Merely seeing Andrea run across the street before a taxi cab pulled to a stop made her eyes widen and choke on her tea. The mad-like eyes in Andrea when she spotted her in the cafe shop scared poor Raziella as if it's been years she had been searching for her.

"Drea, you almost got yourself–'

"Roxy's been kidnapped," she harshly whispered to her, whipping her head to scan the place if anyone dropped an ear to their conversation.

"What?" She exclaimed, receiving strange glances from the customers nearby. Andrea stuffed her books promptly into her bag and slung over her shoulder before grabbing Raziella's hand, running out of the cafe.

"And why am I involved? And I haven't paid for my tea!" Andrea took out a cash of thirty dollars and cried to the cashier to keep her change.

"It seemed from the moment you got into our little mission in that building, they must have recognized you from the last time." They both stopped at a T-junction, waiting for vehicles exchanged into different streets before the traffic light changed to green.

"It may be a higher possibility for them to find you so Eliana suggested sending you home before dark. It's not safe for you."

'What?'

She pulled her wrist from her grip, staring at her with her forehead crumpled down.

"I don't need protection, I can go home by myself."

"What if someone attacks you while you're alone? They could hurt you. You have no fricking idea who you're dealing with. They are worse and malicious than a bunch of street thugs!" She said to her as her eyes burned through hers. "Unlike armed with sharp blades, they bear power abilities that you don't even stand a chance with."

The blonde girl suppressed her lips. She's not a child anymore yet people treated her like one—a little too rough for the delicate nature of a seventeen year old. Instead, she inhaled a deep breath and exhaled through her mouth.

"Andrea," she spoke as if she's the parent to Andrea, "I'm capable of protecting myself. I don't need someone to guard me like I'm sort of a royal to be…protected."

"These kinds of people, they don't have the word mercy in their dictionary." Andrea begged her to listen but Raziella pushed back her glasses and headed in a different direction.

"Rose, where are you going?"

Her mouth closed shut, unwilling to answer Andrea's question. She was surprised by her sudden developed habit: being unresponsive to anyone's questions. She had no clue on why she did this but she was, shockingly, wounded by her act.

"I'm going home on my own, I don't need your help," she tugged harshly at the straps of her bag.

She realized her home was located in another five blocks and her legs couldn't walk further. Settling her eyes on the subway entrance across the street, she waited for the traffic lights to show a signal of a walking pedestrian. As her feet traveled down the stairs, her nose ignored the foul odor from a trash bin. She was expecting people dotted in the waiting area. Apparently, she was the only one present. The hair on her skin spiked up with the silence loomed over her.

It's too quiet.

Too quiet.

A trash can tumbled down, disgorging rubbish contents. Her hand on her chest calmed down her erratic heart. A familiar sound of the bell dinged the area. The subway train was about to arrive.