Bad Girl X Reader (NMH)

Part 5

Silence. Your small group seemingly had no reaction to the weapon, at least not one that was decidedly appropriate. You, especially, didn't know how to feel. "My computer..." you muttered as you watched the beam protruding from the hilt threaten to continue sliding through your desk like a knife through butter. Charlotte, seemingly realizing the same thing and in her infinite kindness did not want to stab someone on the floor below should the blade not stop at the desk. She took careful hold of the hilt, and with quick glances to make sure everyone was far enough back gave it a few swings. Her face slowly lit up as she made noises to mock a battle and sped up her movements. "Kssshhhhhhh, vwoom, vroom, kshhhh." Suddenly the blade retracted and Charlotte's fun was interrupted.

Looking in the box, Ethan saw a note taped to the bottom and read aloud:
"The battery is a bit finicky, just give it a good shake every now and then." Charlotte complied, and the blade shone back to life.
"My turn, please please please please!" Carson begged, and Charlotte nearly handed the weapon to him before looking at your destroyed desktop. "I think (Y/N) should go next," she said, following her eyes. Carson remembered the destruction of your precious anime browser and resigned. Taking the hilt into your hand, you gripped it tightly and shook, just to make sure it didn't die on you too soon. Swinging it around, you noticed how light it felt. You don't know what you were expecting, but still, it would take a bit to get used to for practical use, assuming there ever was a time. "Awesome," was all you could mutter before looking at Carson and Ethan's puppy dog eyes. You hit the red switch and tossed it their direction, they'd figure it out.

A short walk to the grocery store later, and a not-so-short wait for the sun to go down, the four of you were nearly jumping out of your skin in excitement. Sure, you saw how destructive it could be with the computer, but that was an accident. Actually, purposefully swinging the blade had a whole different allure. Charlotte followed through on her promise and bought watermelons, four of them to be exact. The plan was to hit it as it came at you, almost like baseball. Wonder who came up with that idea. Either way, the fruits were big enough that it was hard to miss. Walking down to the courtyard the four of you argued who would go first, again, until you brought up the fact that YOU paid for it and also YOU had your computer destroyed. Reluctantly your group agreed. Taking hold of the handle and pressing the switch as you gave it a good shake you took the form of a batter. "At the plate we have (Y/N) this season's newcomer, hopefully his debut is a grand slam of success! The crowd is just electric!" Charlotte exclaimed, either to hype you up or entertain herself. Looking at the three, which does include your pitcher Carson, indeed their smiles were electric. Carson pulled the melon back and with a decent amount of strength shot put it your way. With a 'vwoom' you swung the katana, and felt the blade slow once it made contact. Still, nearly effortlessly you cleared the melon, and watched it fall apart cleanly; a smooth slice down the middle. "And the crowd goes wild! A home run!" You finish Charlotte's little roleplay as your friends breathily mock cheers.

Charlotte was last to step up to the metaphorical plate, seemingly letting the boys have their fun. Once in position she took stance and while you wouldn't say you had horrible form, something about hers was different. She seemed to fit it better somehow. "(Y/N), dude, you're staring." Carson whispered into your ear as Ethan pulled his arm back. You looked at him thankful that he wiped whatever stupid look you must've had on your face as he smirked. Another quick 'vwoom' and the fourth melon was destroyed.
"And no surprise, fan favorite Charlotte Birkin absolutely nails the ball out of the stadium!" She shouts as you three boys cheer. "Quite humble Miss Birkin." You tease as she turns off the blade. You gather the remaining watermelon halves and store them in a plastic bag. Rinse off the grass and there's no need to waste them. Even if they were a bit toasted.

The rest of the outing in the courtyard, lucky no one saw and reported you by the way, was spent taking turns just swinging the object about. Meaningless chatter between decimating invisible enemies. Carson yawned, followed by Ethan, Charlotte, and lastly you. "I've got an exam tomorrow, guys. I better get going," Ethan said, hopping off the bench. "Thanks for buying this thing (Y/N), and Charlotte for the melons." He grabbed a bag and walked off with a goodbye. Soon enough, Carson followed, leaving you and Charlotte. "Want me to walk you back?" you offered, surprising yourself with how comfortable you've seemingly become since that night at the bar. "Mmm. No, I'm okay. I've got some quick errands to run, things to buy at the convenience store, you know."
"Want me to come with?"
"No, it's okay, really. You've got classes early tomorrow, don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess. I'll see you later then, be safe."
"You too," she said, leaving the hilt with you. You watched her walk off, thinking of how far you've come in terms of your relationship with her. Nowhere near where you want to be, but not so bad as you were. And with that, you were content.

Sorry I've been a bit busy, would love to get back into this stuff. Hope to see ya'll again soon