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only Tani belongs to me
She waited for her father to return from his mission. The teen had to admit that she didn't fully understand what it was her father did on those missions. The dark-haired girl felt rather stupid for not knowing when her best friends, Malik and Kadar, had been out in the same field of work. Even her master, Faheem Al-sayf knew, but said nothing to his pupil. She was taught to fight, but never told why; taught to kill and was never given a reason. The teen wanted answers and knew she would recieve none.
"Tani!" shouted Kadar as he dropped in from the cut-out in the ceiling, "The things we saw were amazing! If only you could have gone!" She truely wished she could. Though, through all of her efforts, she was confined to the Jerusalem Street Bureau. Malik walked in just in time to pull Kadar off of the exhausted girl. "Have you been kept busy?" he asked cautiously, yet with a smile shimmering in his eyes. She gave him a nod, trying not to fall for the Al-sayf's charms. "Yes, for your information, I have. Your father has been keeping me at work for days." Kadar tugged playfully at Tani's arm, "Come with us this time! We have to go out again! We'll take you too!" She couldn't help but smile at this. He was a sweet kid, but if he was so soft-hearted, why was he able to go out of the bureau and she was trapped in. Whatever was out there, she wanted to fight it with them. Tani wanted to fight side-by-side with Malik and Kadar, who were like brothers to her.
She looked to Faheem as he walked into the room, obviously hearing Kadars burst of delight. "She won't be leaving." Kadar's bright expression dimmed. "But... but why?" he sounded as if he were a dog that had just been struck, thought Malik, wishing his younger brother would just get a backbone. "She could get hurt. Do you want her to go like your mother did?" he almost shouted to his two sons, but instantly calmes and straightened up. After apologizing for his outburst, he left the room without another word. Another hit and run argument. If she wanted to leave, she would have to take it up with her father if he did return. So for Kadar's sake, she waited... and waited... and waited....
She woke up the next morning to Malik 's arm's over her torso. He had fallen asleep leaning over her. She was tempted to move him, but something seemed wrong. He was exhausted while sleeping. His cheeks were red, his lids were heavy and dark, as well as red from what looked like a good cry. She left him be. Yes, it was a strange position, but going for long periods of time without sleeping is not the best idea either. She turned her head to look out the bright window that washed her with cold light and instead of seeing sun, she saw the sun trying to beat through the blackening rain clouds. It was a bad sign. She became frightened. Malik knew something she needed to know.
"Malik~" she cooed softly into his exposed ear. He shifted but did not open his eyes. "Malik..." she sat up and he just rolled off of the bed, hit the floor and hit his head on the leg of the bed. "Well, I suppose you're awake now?" He sat up, a frown plastered on his face, "WHAT IN THE HELL DID YOU TO TO ME!?" she felt the laugh butt into the conversation and bit back her insults. She intended to get down to the real reason she woke him up. "Malik, what is going on?"
He froze. He didn't know what to say to her. He couldnt say easily without hurting her. "It's nothing." Her smile. Her smile bit into his heart hard. "Ok, Where is father then?" He once again froze. He had nothing to say to her. "Malik...?" Her smile was starting to fade as she began to understand what his hesitance was for. "No..." Malik looked the girl in the eyes and whispered, "Your father was lost to us in our previous mission." Her expression had gone blank as Malik's heart hammered. "I don't believe you..."
"I am sorry."
