The Fallen | a modern childe x reader

Chapter Seven

The beach near your town wasn't the best. There was trash everywhere, and the sea wasn't the right shade of blue. You dreamed of a beach with a sea so beautiful it takes your breath away. And sand so fine your feet would sink right in.

Ajax chuckled happily and moved forward with such joy that he almost skipped. He turned to you and spread his arms wide open. It was a grey, cloudy day, and the wind whipped your hair.

"Like it? When I found out I was going to Dominic Rose High, I decided to start cleaning at the local beach since I knew I'll be practicing swimming here a lot."

The beach was, well, cleaner than it was last time you set foot in it. Ajax tore off his shirt and his jeans, leaving him in his swimming trunks. He stretched towards the sky and then did some warm-ups.

You settled on a nearby rock and watched him, a small smile forming on your face. His hair floated in the gentle breeze and he took a run into the water. He dived into the shallow end and seemed to almost disappear. You squinted your eyes, but he was nowhere to be seen. You frowned.

"Ajax?"

You took a few steps towards the sea, and then, realising that it'll get your shoes wet, you set them aside along with your socks and winced when the waves hit your bare feet.

"Ajax, this isn't funny!"

You sighed and crossed your arms. Then, in the distance, you caught him jumping out of the water like a dolphin, then diving back in. He was really far out. But for some reason, you weren't worried.

It's Ajax, and he was a superhuman set to destroy the world. You looked on in awe as he seemed to guide the waves with him, completely defying the laws of gravity. And then, suddenly, he drifted towards your lazily, sliding out of the water and onto his feet like magic. Water dripped from the tips of his damp hair and onto his broad shoulders as he came up close to me, and you felt your heartbeat shudder.

"That's not even brushing the tip of the iceberg, girlie..." he boasted through a smirk. You were concentrated on his eyes, as clear as day. You smiled back at him.

"Oh, really? But surely, on the swim team try-outs, you can't use your powers."

"We'll get to that, but..."

He cleared his throat.

"First of all, I'd just like to tell you that our 'powers' as we call them actually have a specific name. It's called a wanting."

"A wanting?"

"Exactly. It's a long and tedious history to do with our ancestors and stuff, you don't gotta worry about it now. As for the try-outs, I'm obviously just going to swim normally, or what would seem like normal. I'll just enchance my skills. I'm going to get in."

Ancestors?

He shrugged.

"I'm here for a completely different reason."

"Which is?"

"I'm here to help you practice your fire wanting!"

You blinked twice, and then shook your head and waved your hands around.

"Oh, no, no, no. I'm okay, really."

He frowned as you smiled politely.

"I'm not really interested in knowing about this pow- about the wanting."

He crossed his arms.

"But, Y/N, it's the only way you could kill me."

"Ah, I'm sure you're not completely immune to a knife. I'll figure it out."