The Lightning To My Icy Storm ( Spark X Blanche)

Vengeance

Knocking on the door of an old friend made me afraid. Feeling the soft wood below my fingertips as I waited to the person to open up, wondering if he will panic when he sees me.

Looking at the person standing infront of me, as he looked at my pale face, confused.

"Blanche? I thought that you-" The man said, being interrupted by my fast expressions.

"I know, I left. But I needed to come back"

He offered me to go in, leaning against the door frame as he pointed me inside.

"Why did you come back?"

"... I need help" I muttered, clenching my fists.

He looked at me, then laughed.

"THE Blanche... THE leader of Team Mystic-"

"The one and only" I sighed.

"I don't mean to brag, but I am flattered that you need my help..." He said, releasing a grin.

"This is serious, please"

"Oh? What's wrong then?-"

She looked at him, taking her coat off.

"Holy Arceus! You- You're-"

"Pregnant. I did notice, do not remind me"

"How even-"

"Now, that is not of your business-"

He sat down, laughing.

"If it's not my business, then why should I protect you?" He said, rolling his eyes.

"Because you owe me, big time" She said, sighing.

The man, with an age around the early twenties, put his hand on his chin, thinking.

"For just a simple favour I asked you-"

"You know it wasn't simple, at all"

"It was, indeed. But you know why I'm going to help you Blanche?"

"Well, I would love to hear that" She said, crossing her arms, looking at the man.

"It's not because I "owe" you a favour or anything. Or just simply because you're a nice person. I'm doing this because I know that if your buttocks gets busted in this situation, heads will roll. And not the ones that deserve to leave" He responded.

"Why are you so worried about them?"

"Because like you, they helped me through everything and anything that I could ask you guys" He finally said, standing up to go to the kitchen.

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Planning up the perfect crime takes many skill. But not all crimes are sensitive ones. Most involve blood, gore, and pure, sweet revenge, in most cases.

Noire's POV:

Leaning on the cold chair, sighing how everyone explained their stupid 'devious' plan. Their plans were idiotic, and most did not meet my standards.