Hidden Meanings

Meeting Attia [AoS]

Very tenative, since I migh change this character a bit and her first appearance when Zyicho meets her. It came off kinda good in the beginning, then got really crappy. Whoops. .-.

I was never one to stay silent when a something metal hits me squarely in the back of my head.

"The hell?" I demanded, one hand flying to my head while the other grasped the grip of a knife. Zygrado nearly dropped his drink, startled at my sudden outburst as he snuck a glance back at our house where we could see the back of my mother's head.

"Oi! Can you gimme my damn wrench back?"

I raised an eyebrow at the voice- which was, undoubtedly, female- despite the pounding headache beginning to sound in my skull. My brother exchanged glances with me, his mouth open in an O.

Our argument was interrupted, and by someone throwing a metal working tool at me.

"Hey, you two dumbasses! I know you heard me, dammit! Get your ass over here with my wrench!"

With a string of curses spewing from the girl's mouth, I slowly slipped my knife into my belt and stalked over to where the wrench lay in the flattened grass.

"I expect an apology for this irritating headache I'm nursing," I retorted as she stormed over. She looked around my age, with beaten-up goggles covering her eyes and her hair in a messy ponytail.

"I could honestly couldn't care less about your damn headache! You guys were causing one hell of a ruckus, and it annoyed the shit of me!" she declared, snatching the wretch from my open hand. Damn. Should've closed it.

"Zygrado-kun~! Zyicho-kun~!"

I sighed and dragged my hand down my face, which only increased the amount of pain.

The girl snicked, pushing a few stray strands of frizzy auburn hair out of the way. "Zygrado-kun? Zyicho-kun?" she mocked, and I scowled at her. "Which one are you?"

"That none of your business, dammit!"

I could tell she was taking great amusement in my irritation. She snorted once more, heaving the wrench and waving in front of my face. "Might wanna keep that temper down if you want another goddamned headache."

I swiped at empty air, my fingers trying to grapple at the cold metal. "What the hell do you wa–"

"Zyicho-kun!" Ashita shouted, and despite the wall and distance between us, I could still hear it.

The mechanic (at least, I guessed she was one) shifted her weight to one foot, smirking. "Zyicho, eh? Must be the damn Rixen I've been hearing about," she eyed me up and down, then scoffed. "You don't seem like much, more like one hell of a runt."

"And what, you aren't?" I challenged.

Her expression turned guarded as she took a step forward, and I could easily see beady eyes through those googles, her fist reaching out and seizing a handful of my shirt.

"Pathetic," she sneered, then stepped back, letting go in process. "Tell ya what, shrimp, I know you've been needing repairs for some ship of yours. Like, for your captain or some shit like that."

I cocked an eyebrow, gesturing for her to go on.

"In return, I sail your ship."

A silence carried on between us, and I turned to go as Ashita called my name again. "No, that's ridiculous. Making you, out of all people, a foul-mouthed, wrench-throwing, and a short patience- doing that will probably make us end because of you."

Her mouth twisted in a scowl as I started to leave.

"Bastard!"

"If you really feel the need to go that much, go talk to Wistern or something.

OoO

"Hey, dumbass."

I flicked my wrist again, sending a knife flying into a tree. "What?"

"I guess the only damn downside to sailing is having you as a crewmember..."

It took a few seconds for it to sink in. I spun around, glowering in the girl's direction. "The hell? Why would Wistern accept-" I spluttered.

She growled. "Oi, runt, I'm not exactly useless, unlike you- you can only juggle some knives or something like that."

"Guys, guys," Wistern sighed, striding in behind her. "No proper introductions?"

She pushed her googles up to her head, revealing narrowed brown eyes. "Attia. I know his name already."

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here, dammit!"