When Broken Souls Collide

Crossovers

With a great force, I harshly manage to brush the comb through my damp tangled hair. My morning started at the crack of dawn, well it wasn't really that hard to wake up early because Chris' unusual snores caused me to have, yet again, another restless night. The past few days have been quite long and stressful due to the sudden change of plans. Christopher usually stays up late trying to find new ways on how we should approach the situation; the original plan  was to maintain an low profile for around four to six months and attend Ca' Foscari University of Venice - that way Bruce would believe that we are following through the plan. Also, with Chris' new information about the University we have learned that learning self defence isn't actually available to learn there. Instead there is an private self defence class that takes place every Friday night, in an small campsite, at ten -thirty and finishes at one o'clock the Saturday morning. The person that runs this secret organisation also happens to be Blake Hendrix.

" Chiquita, hai quasi finito li dentro? Anch'io ho bisogno di ammirare me stesso." A gentle knock draws my attention back to my hair.

"Chris, you know I don't speak Italian right?" I shout to him whilst trying to force the brush through my hair which is now around seventy percent dry.

" Can I come in? I only have to brush my hair and fix my shirt," Chris' thick accent comes from the other side of the door. I withdraw my eyes from the tangled mop on my head and approach the door and twist the lock. The door opens with an dreadful squeak before revealing the Italian behind it. He is currently wearing a pair of tight fitting obsidian trousers with a matching button down.

" Goodness, seems like you're having a bad morning." Chris lets out a chuckle before side stepping pass me to enter the bathroom. His recently polished leather shoes click against the marble flooring as he reaches the mirror. "Since you decided to take your gracious time, I just asked the receptionist if I could have access to another room."

" The guy just let you use another room? Even after damaging the property?" My eyebrows raise in confusion.

" Yeah another one of the rooms became available so I decided to book it out too. That way we don't have to take in turns with who sleeps on the couch and I don't have to deal with your snoring." Chris states as he starts to unbutton the top two buttons of his button down.

" Hold on a second," I approach him and reach for the hairbrush in front of him. " You have another room but still come to use this  mirror?" I question him. Chris looks up into the fogged  mirror and makes eye contact with me.

" The one in my room is completely shattered, trust me I am just as devastated as you are. I couldn't even admire my amazing complexion," He looks down at his arms before rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, not stopping until they sit just below his forearms. With a soft smile I push back his sarcastic remark and proceed to finish detangling my freshly washed hair. The outfit I was wearing was simple but also elegant; it was an beautiful floral knot dress which had miniature blue flowers on top of a nice pearl white fabric.

" I can braid your hair if you would like," Chris breaks the silence from beside me and sends me a small smile. Rather shocked by his offer, I still do not hesitate to quickly pass him the brush along with the bobble. He chuckles before gently ushering for me to turn around and face the off-white door. Not even an moment later his hands carefully find their way through my dark brown hair, he whispers for me to slightly tip my head back so he can gather all the strands that have fallen to the front of my face. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could never get two strands of hair to stay in place  ; which then resulted to him cursing in Italian under his breath.

" Those pieces of hair are called 'Curtain Bangs' Chris, they don't usually stay up unless I pin them back," I inform him of this knowledge before asking " How do you know how to braid hair?"