Trust Me

Chapter One

"Big bro!!!"
Levi remembered Isabel's call like it was only seconds ago. At that time, he had been standing at the door, fixing a button on his vest and adjusting his gear.
He looked up as she scampered over. He tilted his head a bit in a sort of calm confusion. "What do you need?"
"I want to come with you." She declared confidently.
"You haven't gotten fully used to the gear. Maybe next time." He turned back to what he was doing, hearing Farlan emerge from the kitchen to look at the two of them.
"Why don't you take her for a spin, Levi?" He mused with an air of a smile about him. They were always so cheery. Levi rarely knew why. They scavenged for food, lived in relative poverty, and most of the city was out to get them. Upon bringing this up with his friend, Farlan had added that they had each other, and what they did wasn't wrong if they were sticking it to the greedy merchants who deserved it. That had shut him up, but it hadn't stopped him from thinking about it. He just wanted to get out of this place. Whatever it took.
"Fine. Go grab your gear." He murmured. She whooped happily, pulling it from behind the chair where it had been 'conveniently' been placed.
"You really think I would've taken no for an answer?" She smiled happily, moving to the door, locking arms with her big bro. He sighed, shaking his head.
"One can hope." He teased dryly. They both waved to Farlan who was cleaning up, heading out and taking to the city as fast as they could. Isabel loved racing. Levi 'loved' strategy. And Farlan was cautious. Together, they were the perfect team.
"Which merchant are we targeting this time?" Isabel asked as she zoomed beside him.
"Try not to use that word. We aren't killers." He replied, before answering her question. "The one that sets up by Andrena's."
She smiled excitedly, nodding, focusing now on how to maneuver. Being new at this still, she needed to make conscious decisions, while Levi was natural. His gear was just an extension of his own body.

It hadn't taken long to reach the street they were hoping for, nodding to Isabel who gave him a grin, splitting up to get him from both sides. He was hollering like always. Annoying. Diving towards him, he reached the ground, immediately breaking into a run, grabbing what he could before taking off again, much to the cursing and swearing of the man. Isabel did the same from the opposite direction, laughing as they both met up again to head home. Isabel was all grins, Levi stoic as ever as he nodded.
"Alright, good work, let's get home before Farlan worries." He murmured.
They took off again, this time weighed down a little more by the food, but it was a simple adjustment to make. They were almost home, Levi in the lead when he heard a shocked sort of shout from behind him. He turned to see her falling out of the air. He supposed she hadn't made the adjustment and now it was affecting her moves. Pulling back and pushing forward in her direction, he thinned his lips, challenging himself to get to her before she hit the ground. That would not be pleasant. Forgetting the food in his hands, letting it fall, he grabbed her torso, his feet just barely touching the ground as he pulled her close, kicking off again. He looked her over with a quickly flash of concern.
"Are you alright?" He said quickly. She looked up at him, holding her food to her chest as he carried her.
"Yeah.. Sorry, big bro."
"Don't worry about it. Just hold on." He said calmly, looking back out as he felt her arms around his neck. He readjusted his weight and balance, reaching their place not long after. He landed, letting her go and stepping into the house. Isabel moved to the kitchen to set her things down. He could hear their conversation as he pulled off his gear.
"How was it?"
"Alright. I nearly fell though."
"What? What happened?"
"I forgot to adjust my weight after I got the food."
"Isabel! You could have been seriously hurt!"
"I know, but big bro saved me."
He could practically hear her grin.
"I knew I could count on him."
Levi shook his head as if to clear it, not wanting to dwell on thoughts of his friends. He was not one to get emotional. They had trusted him and he had returned that trust. He had trusted them when they were above ground, and lost them when he needed them most. Maybe trust wasn't as glorious as it was put out to be.