Forged - [Donald Na x female oc]

Chapter 1

[!!! TRIGGER WARNING: slight mention of s*xual harassment]

The crying and pleading boy in front of her suddenly froze in fear. Someone cleared their throat behind her, and the room fell eerily silent.
Ray turned around, only to be met with the most cunning eyes she'd ever seen. the atmosphere became unbearable, but her still unresolved rage kept her steady, not flinching a muscle.

"...yes?" she said, seemingly as uninterested as ever.

"May i ask... what you're doing?" the monotone tone of the question made everyone's hair stand up and the room seemed to have gotten colder.

"Hm?" Ray took a glance at the beat up boy beside her feet and the other two, whom she'd placed on their knees. She then looked back at him.

"Are you here to join them?"

A collective gasp of horror was heard, followed by an individual, weak voice: "dude, do you not know who he is?"

"I have no idea whatsoever who he is and quite frankly, i couldn't care for shit"

Eyes widened around the room, mouths sat agape.

"He's Donald Na", someone whispered to her, but it was loud enough for the whole, silent yet again, room to hear.

"Well, Donald Na" Ray said as she stretched her arms with her fingers crossed, placing them in Donald's line of vision. She was clearly disrespecting him at this point, and while he could tell she did it deliberately, he didn't act just yet.
"Do you condone s*xual harassment?" she asked in a somewhat playful tone, obviously taunting him.

Donald glanced around the room: three boys, set out for a good beating, two hugging girls, one looked angry, the other one had teary eyes. It was obvious what had happened.

"No, not at all"

Ray freed Donald's vision towards her, placing her hands behind her neck and looking as relaxed as ever, she continued:

"Then i suppose you don't mind me teaching your little friends some manners".

"Not at all" Donald repeated his answer. "Though i see you're not quite done yet", motioning to the still intact faces of the boys on their knees.
"I shall offer you a hand, as a request for forgiveness".

Now, along with her classmates, Ray was also in shock. Wasn't he there to hold her accountable for beating up his crew? What was this dumb courtesy?

"Suit yourself" was all she managed to say, still keeping her cool facade, then turned around to leave.

"Oh, I don't think you understand. I'll put on a little show, you must come watch".

That was a threat. A declaration of power. And it wasn't optional either, Ray knew as much.

"Are five minutes enough?" she tried to discredit him again.

"Oh, you really must have not heard about me."
She had. "That is plenty".

~~~

The sight in the other room was beyond what Ray could have imagined. It was clearly not like the movies, at least in the movies the brutality is toned down a bit. She knew he was second to none at fighting, but his aura, the energy around him... she felt like she needed air.
Sitting on an empty desk, Ray's feet stopped dangling. This demonstration of brawn was more than enough to show her he shouldn't be taken lightly.

Not even three minutes had passed, yet the three boys Ray wanted to straighten up were partially unconscious, sitting in their own blood and tears.

"Well, if we're done here, i have other business to attend" said she ever so nonchalantly, while jumping off the desk.

She didn't seem too disturbed by what happened, which lit up curiosity in Donald. Everyone tried to contain themselves around him, he knew that, but she was doing one hell of a good job if she truly wasn't scared.

"Haven't I been nice to you, Ray?"

She glanced at him quickly, eyes wide with worry, then just as quickly contained any other emotions of surprise that might show up on her face. Did he set her up?

"What about it?"

"Nothing. Just keep that in mind.", a sly grin formed on his face.

She looked at him, neutral. Then she gave the other boy still standing in the room a look. A sharp one, one of understandment of his role: an analyst, a profiler.  Then with utter indifference, she shrugged: "Sure. See ya".

After closing the door behind her, Ray was met with the cruel reality that everyone who interacts with Donald faces. He's a total monster! Ray thought to herself, as she took in one deep breath. While she didn't physically shiver, her legs felt weirdly weak while she was walking away. She had been warned about his outstanding skills, but she wasn't expecting such power. And not just power... everything about him was a superlative.

~~~

"Why did you let her leave?"

"Hm?" Donald looked at his companion as if his question didn't make any sense.

"... unscathed", was added after a brief moment.

"Oh well, she was an entertaining individual."

Kingsley didn t reply, just wondered silently what this could mean to Donald. He doesn't favour anyone, let alone people who cross or disrespect him.

"Is she of any use to you?" Kingsley couldn't resist. He needed to know the reason of this anomaly.

"She's part of Miss Rika's association. It should be hard for her not to tell her tutor about the s*xual harassment issue, and as a consequence, about my intervention to help her"

"So it was a set up. she seemed to have taken notice, too."

"Yeah, I think she did, but that doesn't change anything. She'll play her role regardless"

Kingsley didn't ask anything else, and Donald didn't elaborate. All they had to do is wait, and they had other pressing issues to tend to in the meantime.
But unlike what Donald thought to be generally true about everyone who interacted with him, Ray didn't talk.

[Author's note: the posting progress of this story will be rather irregular, as i keep going back and forth with the chapters. There will not be a schedule or anything, I'll just post when the next chapter is ready. Stay tuned !! ]