Her One Weakness...

The Fault is Mine Alone, the Responsibility Mine Alone to Fix

Roman's P.O.V

Meetings are sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo boring!  I feel like with every monotonous word falling from Cinder's mouth is killing 500 of my brain cells at a time!

Stiffling a yawn I thought back to my conversation with Neo, however not to all that was wonderful of my dear Neo... Nearly molested by some drunk bastard... to what extent? What happened to her? Where is that scum anyway?! Why if I find the low life that tried anything on her why I!... My fist clenches with a force to snap any pathetic neck unfortunate to meet my grasp.

More Cinder word dronage assults my ears as I try to regain control of my rage. But in the end, no matter how filthy and dispicable this asshole is, the fault is mine. I shouldn't have gone after those brats, Neo wouldn't have to endure such an ordeal.

My iodicy could have hurt her- shit it already has oh Neo I'm sor-

"Roman!" I curse under my breath as Cinder's voice sears through the worry tangle of thoughts. Back to business.

I straighten, "yes my darling Cinde-"

"Spare me your foolish babble!" Her eyes burst to life with fury of a kerosene fueled fire, her mouth twisted to that of a aggravated viper. Wow Cinder calm down. That time of the month? "Were you even paying attention? First your arrival was tardy and now you're daydreaming in a business meeting?! Your testing my patience Roman."

"Oh calm down!" I shoot back. I don't have the patience for her. "You are only doing a recap on the plan to blow up this dump of a train rail to let our little Grimm friends into this same train rail- did i forget to mention it is a dump?- only to crash in a blaze of glory and let the grimm eat a couple of helpless and defenseless citizens." I kick my feet up, satisfied that I had just scored a point here; Cinder: 1, Roman:1. I think I'm on a comback! I smirk but deep down I just want to go back to Neo than stay here, "That about sum it up Cinderella?"

Her eyes narrow  with contempt, but then the mask drops accompanied with an evil smirk of her own. Oh no! I'm in trouble. "You are absolutely right Roman. This meeting is rather pointless for someone as knowledgable as you." She rises to stroll purposefully over, like a pantha stalking her prey. Even her two goons stay silent for Cinder is clearly in a mood, to put it lightly. "In fact why don't you go back to ignoring me and nap, you are so deserving of it," She pats my hand her eyes gleaming with evil intent. A sinister sizzle fills the silence before I jerk my hand from the sudden onslaught of blistering burns. I grit my teeth in inmeasurable pain but I take it. I deserve this, maybe not for the reason Cinder believes so, but it is only a fraction of what I should be suffering for the Neo's missadventures last night. I bring  my gaze back to Cinder's patronizing gaze.

"We were only going to move on onto even more worthless small talk about the next phase of our plan, the end game for the third chapter of our plight, the one YOU don't yet possess knowledge of. But nothing you need to listen to, you just go on sleeping." She turns away slyly back to her seat and sits down, fixing me a gaze of the victorious. I groan dramatically, but my interest is perked by what she said. Unfortunately, I have to admit, Cinder has had the last word and another score on the board.

"Alright Cinder I think I can spare a few moments and hear you out. We are in a business meeting after all aren't we? I'll catch up on my Z's later." Rolling her eyes in exasperation she continued on with the meeting.

Finally some information.

Neo's P.O.V.

'Naomi... my darling... its time to wake up cupcake..Naomi? WAKE THE FUCK UP MUTE!' A hard slap broke the still morning silence but the pain never came. It never did anymore, he had slapped me for 4 years now. The effect was non-existant , the novelty lost long ago. But some things just didn't fade to numbness, his eyes scathing with a cold calculated fire never failed to reduce me to a quaking teary mess. I stand quickly bracing myself against the wall. What mood will Chase be in today? I couldn't tell, his steel blue eyes giving nothing away. He smiles but I don't my guard down. That's how he manipulates you, he keeps you guessing and falling into a false sense of hope.

" Goodmorning my beautiful dear, I've laid out your clothes for the day. You have 10 minutes to get presentable before you need to cook me breakfast." His eyes darken and steel over, filling my veins with ice. "I mean it Naomi, no more than 10. I don't want to have to batter that pretty little face of yours sweetie," words so menacing yet his eyes become merry and he smiles. I bite my lip in fustration. How did I miss his bipolar monster? He strokes my face and it takes all of my self control not to flinch. He grabs my chin and smirks darkly, "god forbid, cause that's your only redeeming feature my pathetic pup." With that he turned and left her to dress. I regarded the frilly yellow house dress with a black and white pokka dot apron and matching ballet flats with disgust. How demeaning it is, to live the life of compliant house wife after years of training and success as a huntress? To think it was not the thousands of grimm she encountered or the crooks she chased after, that had reduced the great structure of her life to a crumbling mass of disintergrated rubble. No, it was a lousy common day car accident. T-boned by an exhausted driver returning to his humble home. The blood, the sparks, the fuzzed out vision, and the glass... so much glass everywhere, covering me, slashing at me, encasing me in a deadly twinkling meteorshower of spectrum. But the worst was the glass I had inhailed, the glass the cut off my cries, suffocated me, shredding my throat with every ragged breath.

I shuddered and scrunched my eyes to stop the tears. That fateful day I lost every thing; my voice, my fight and my career; for who can work efficiently with a mute?! When I turned to Chase for support,  expecting nothing but his love to help me get through the ordeal, he revealed his true nature. A cold calculated monster who gets a kick out of exercising his power over the weak. He took advantage of my newly enforced weakness and expoited it. My hands ball, my nails draw blood out of my hands. I will find myself, or whoever I can become after this, and I will be free...I have too, or die trying...

Gasping I woke up in sweats, head whirling around to orientate myself. Calming down I sigh. Just a dream Neo, just dream. Oh why is she haunting me now, with those pathetic colourless eyes always swirling with fear.

I scrunch my eyes as Naomi had down, but I wasn't crying. I was angry. Why was Naomi's memories haunting me now? My days as Naomi Trinity are long gone. She was my past, a past I guess hadn't been entirely erased. But no matter. I am Neopolitan and always will be.

Eyes flashing with burning pink determination, I raise from my bed and grab Frozen Delight. I DO NOT TOLERATE WEAKNESS!!!

********************************************Author's Note*******************************************

Hey Guys!

Sorry there was such a big gap between the publishing and the editing! I was reading this chapter in order to familiarize myself to begin writing the next chapter and could help but cringe at some of the mistakes XD! Who is Neopolitan really o.0 and when will you find out more??? Stay tuned dear readers! Yang out!

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