love and war: a fireafy fanfic

chapter fifteen: leafy

I look at Lemon, he's smoking. Of course he is, he's a damn addict. Doesn't he know that cigarettes can harm yourself. But what can I do. People smoke, they don't quit. They end up having lung cancer and then they die young or they go to a mental hospital. I walk up to him. He looks different. 

His hair is more blond, he seems taller and muscular. He wears a sharp white suit. "Hey Leafy." He says, looking at me up and down. "Nice dress, hugs your curves in all the right places." I smile awkwardly and nod. "Yeah, hey Lemon. Nice to see you..." I reply. He looks at the building. It's hella tall. It also looks so luxurious. "You do know why we're here, right Leafy?" He asks. I nod. "Of course I know."

...

I start punching the punching bag in front of me. I need to become stronger, better, and tougher... But I know that's not the main reason I'm in the gym. I'm here cause I'm trying to distract my mind from Firey. Why'd I have to be so stupid. Of course you couldn't hang out. I had a dumb plan, and thanks to Lemon sending me that text, I would have forgotten. 

I hear the door open. I stop punching the punching bag and glance at who entered the room. "Huh." I squint my eyes and see Four in front of me. "Hey Four." I say. Four glances at me, his expression dead-panned. "We have another task for you. A mission." They say. I raise an eyebrow very interested in what he has to say. "What's that?" 

"There's an party going on, the mayor will be there. Your job is to make sure that nothing bad happens." Four says, his expression never changing. I shrug and nod. "Yeah I've got it." I reply.

Four then raises his hand. "One more thing, Lemon is coming with you." I raise an eyebrow. "Lemon? That blond guy?" I ask, curiously. Four nods.

"Alright.." I groan. I don't really like Lemon. We used to be friends in middle school. Used to. The reason why we stopped being friends was cause he had a major crush on me and confessed to me. I rejected him, but I wasn't mean or anything. He was being a baby and stopped talking to me. Now we're awkward as hell.

...

"Let's go in then." Lemon says leading the way like he's in charge here. I sigh and follow him. We show the security guards our invitations and we head inside the room. 

Soft golden lights glowed from ornate lanterns hung from wrought iron hooks lining the courtyard of the mayor's grand mansion. Couples and small groups of guests lingered in the elegant atmosphere, sipping drinks and laughing amidst the gentle music streaming from the open ballroom windows.

We made our way through the crowd, nodding and smiling politely to people we passed. We had to be high alert, our eyes scanning the area for anything out of the ordinary. I lean against the wall while Lemon stands near the mayor. I scan the area for something odd. Nothing. Of course. I mean, who would want to bomb the mayor. He's pretty nice, not gonna lie and who reads what happens on news nowadays. Maybe old people. 

I sigh. This is boring as hell. I rather be hanging out with Firey, but I have to remember this stupid mission. These stupid tasks. What..? Wait. What am I thinking. I thought these missions meant the world to you? Why are you thinking so much about Firey now? He's just a distraction. Nothing else. Just a distraction.

I glance at the couples. Do they all love each other? Are they fakes? Are they in love? Do they want to start a family? Do they want to be parents? I'm not gonna lie. I want to meet my parents. But I have no idea who they are. Or if they're alive or not. 

Why is life so miserable. 


Suddenly, something caught my eye - a figure shrouded in shadows, hastily moving through the fringes of the party. He had his back turned and appeared to be in a hurry. I stare at him closely. He seems to be holding something important. Weapons? Bomb? I bring up my hand to my earrings. "Hey Lemon." I whisper. "There's this guy who looks odd. I'm going to follow him."

"Alright." He answers back. Without another word I follow the possible threat. I keep a safe distance and try not to gain lots of attention. I can hear the background of everyone laughing and having fun, but not me of course. I have to chase down this weird ass guy.

The shadow ducked into a corner of the courtyard, out of sight from the main festivities. I raise an eyebrow and continue to follow him. Odd. 

I reach a corner and watch the guy fidget with something in their coat. The sounds of metal clanking against metal and hushed muttering reached my ear. The guy is planting something. He's planning something and it isn't something worth celebrating. 

I grab out my silver shadow dagger. I run behind the guy and place the dagger to his neck. "What are you doing." I say in a cold tone. I inched closer, I could now see the glint of a small, metallic object in the stranger's hand. Realization hit me simultaneously - this was a bomb, and it was planted in my path. I groan and stare at the man. I take his hood off his face and frown. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I hissed.

The stranger tensed, his eyes widening in surprise as I placed my dagger against his neck. He held his hands up in surrender, the bomb in his grasp clearly visible to you now.