13 Destinies | BTS

1. We Almost Get Disintegrated

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"This is officially your final warning, Miss Murray." The shrill voice of a middle-aged woman pierced through like chalk screeching on a blackboard. Her round glasses rested low on her high nose bridge as she narrowed her piggy eyes swirling with pure distaste in them. Her long, skeletal fingers were pointed accusingly.

"I understand, Mrs Choi-"

"This is the twenty fifth time this month one of you roaches have destroyed dorm property." Mrs. Choi's voice reached octaves only audible to bats as she ranted. "Just because you pay for this room, doesn't mean you get to do whatever shenanigans as you please," she added with such venom in her voice that Kaizen physically flinched.

A hushed whisper floated from behind Kaizen, "Goddamn. Someone needs a vacation," Azuha muttered.

Truly, Kaizen too thought the same and eyed the scandalized-looking woman who was purple in the face now and had a single vein pulsing in her forehead.

But Kaizen wasn't going to say that out loud. "Shut up, Azuha. I'm trynna clean up yall's mess," she whisper-snarled back at her green-haired friend while their dean continued blabbering away about how awful they were.

"Now, clean all this mess up. And when I come here again, the dorm must be spotless. Also, I will be very pleased to inform you the compensation you'll have to pay to repair the windows soon. Have I made myself clear?" Mrs. Choi spat aggressively. Kaizen grimaced slightly as drops of spit splattered across her face.

"Aye aye capt-"

"Yes! Yes, Mrs. Choi, we'll definitely clean all this up. You don't have to worry at all. And yes, the money too will be taken care of," Kaizen cut Azuha off with a crooked smile on her face. The ebony-head also made sure to secretly elbow the green-head in the gut, making her groan and squirm away.

Mrs. Choi's horse-like face was set hard, but her eyes had a sly glint in them. "I really did not expect such irresponsibility from the great Mr. Murray's daughter," she sighed wistfully as if her own words made her heart wrench.

Her tone dripped with derision as she sneered, "Guess the glory of the Murray's 'long-lasting legacy' ends with this generation." Mrs. Choi smiled, one that was as chilling as a bucket of ice water poured over your head in winter. She cackled like a witch and brushed past a timid red-haired girl as she walked away.

Normally, Mrs. Choi's departure was like a fresh breath of oxygen for Kaizen. But today, at that moment, her lungs still felt constricted. . . by the old bat's words.

"Jeez, somebody was having a bad day."

"I know right? We just broke the window this time. It's far better than all the other stunts we've pulled. I think she should've been praising us for our improvement," said Natasha coolly, ignoring the fact that they broke twelve windows. She plopped herself on the couch, sprawling on it comfortably.

"Lucky for Reverie, she wasn't here to hear all of that," Inara said with her wonted dreamy tone and tiredly rubbed her big round eyes.  Strands of her messy hair bun sticked up to different directions making her head look like a porcupine. The yellow light of the dorm made her silver hair look fluorescent.