Mystic Resonance

How to Make Your Enemies Hate Each Other

Here we are. Tied up and locked up in a metal box. This was both my fantasy dream and fetish nightmare rolled into one. Getting stuck with a hottie and trapped inside an enclosed space. I would be hyperventilating by now if I was still afraid of the dark. I wanted to experience this when I got into college; play Seven Minutes in Heaven with either Sorority girls or Campus jocks or both! Maybe a jock that's not going to crush me in the closet. Don't mind the crushing if it involves them crushing me with his thighs.

Sorry. I got ahead of myself. I was lost in thighs.

Where was I? Oh, right. Lee and I were tied up chest–to–plastron in a tight-ass box. Our opponents are MC Hammer and Porkbelly Jones also known as Hypnopotamus and Meat Sweats. Boy. Did I piss off Lady Fortune to get myself in this predicament?

I pissed off A LOT of people. I feel like I'm getting someone's karma times TEN! Wait... I'm exaggerating. We're locked in a metal box and with mystic powers. We'll be out of here in a minute. Maybe much less than that.

There's one little issue.

"You want... to break up?" I asked my might ex-boyfriend. "Seriously? Because two douchebags we know decided to raid the same place where we have our first date. That's stupid. We faced tougher opponents like them. Let's not forget we have the powers to kick their asses. This is our normal weekend."

"Can we not discuss this in a closet?" Leo shifted uncomfortably. I switched my lenses to night vision. I saw how he tried not to look at me. I'm getting annoyed at our racetrack route always in a constant circle. "Oh, so I'm annoying now. I wondered why you wanted to date me in the first place."

"First of all, I never said you were annoying; I said our constant circle was getting annoying. You keep avoiding the fact that we shouldn't be dating. We're far off from the friendship we often share. Secondly, did you ever consider I want us to be more than friends? I DO like you. I see you as more than a friend. You're special to me, Leonardo. How many times do I have to remind you? Last, we're in a metal box which I'm certain has no magical properties to negate our abilities. So stupid for the two dipshits in crime." I studied the turtle closely. He looked like he was buying his tongue. "Just... tell me what's bothering you. I don't talk about my feelings, but I care about you. You meant so much to me."

Leo took several breaths. I just wish he would tell me – "You want to know why I want us to say friends." I was stumped by his sudden outburst. No. It wasn't anger. It was something else... fear? "I'm scared! Are you happy?! I'm fucking scared of going any further than outside the Friend Zone!" I blinked. I... don't understand... "What? Don't understand what I'm saying! What other way is there to explain? I'm scared of getting dumped; scared of being humiliated; scared of being alone; scared of being... replaced..."

The slider sniffed before continuing. "Seeing you reconnect with your ex, it proved how you should date... humans... just look at me... I'm a mutant turtle with mystical powers. I'm a walking freak of nature. The only ones who would want to swipe left would be scientists who would rather dissect me than have dinner. Maybe if I'm lucky I could find a nice yokai or a sane mutant. You know, ones where they don't want to force me to marry them against my will. I have nothing to offer other than having a pretty face."

Leo gave a hollow chuckle. "Oh! And how can I forget you're disappearing off the face of the planet? Before you say you're working on it, I'm just saying what if... you weren't able... to handle it. One day you're here the next... poof. Every bit of you – gone... It hurts thinking about it... what if my memories of you vanished? How long will I remember after you're gone? We're supposed to be soulmates, right? I questioned it sometimes. Are we soulmates because it's what our descendants were? Do we truly care for each other? Two months is a short time."