Wild Boys 1.0

Two - Wild Ares

Iris was slowly feeling the impulse to rub her temple at what was currently happening in front of her. Ares, the rude guy, was still not done berating her and the amused blonde guy in front of her.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, Ares. Your time was up the moment you lost to the Fox," Pierre was casually sipping another cup of tea.

"I wear boxers, you damn blondie," Ares snapped, looking serious.

Pierre shook his head, "And you're still as dull as ever."

"What's that supposed to mean? Wait, don't go changing the subject!" For the nth time, Ares jabbed his finger in Iris' direction. "What the hell are you thinking? Why this thing?"

Before Iris could say something, Pierre beat her to it. "Her name's Iris. Isn't this cool? Your name sounds almost alike."

"I don't care! Why did you pick it?"

"Don't you think it's bound for someone new to take the spotlight?"

"Are you kidding me? Can it even lift a finger against someone?"

Iris, composed as she may be, was also human. And right now, Ares was trying her patience. He was even more annoying than Pierre's talkativeness. "Try me."

His green eyes widened and his jaw went slack. She stared back, unwavering. Finally, Ares' face transformed into anger. He waved his hands at her, daring her to come. "I'll wipe that annoying look off of your face, bitch."

Iris was about to stand up and go to him when Pierre thrust his hands out to her, stopping her. "No, I can't allow that. Not in my place."

"The bitch wants to fight! Better to be done with sooner so you'll see what a mistake you're getting yourself into," Ares said, clicking his tongue impatiently.

"Excuse me, but I've done an extensive research before reaching out to her."

"Not expensive enough!"

"Extensive, Ares. God, there are free dictionary apps on smartphones! Use that, will you?"

"You're changing the subject again!"

Pierre sighed, "Could you please shut your trap for a moment and listen to me?"

"No, I gotta make you see reason, you stupid blondie--" His words were cut off when Pierre moved to take the small bell from the coffee table and gently rang it. Iris thought it was just a decoration.

Seconds later, the door opened once again. A man with a slicked back black hair stood next to Pierre, wearing a black formal suit. A single lock of unruly hair rested on his forehead. There was no expression on his face that could betray what the man was thinking or feeling.

"Yes, young master?" His voice was deep. As Iris watched the exchange with interest, unbeknownst to her, Ares had gone quiet and was starting to sweat.

Pierre expected this. He said, "Axel, I was simply thinking if you still practice the art of skinning someone alive."

"Of course, young master. I can make it so he stays conscious and alive for the whole duration of it. He'll feel each second of his skin peeling from his flesh."

Iris would have thought they were talking about the weather. The fact that the butler said it all with a pleasant face was quite a sight.

"N-N-Now, let's not be h-hasty. We're friends, right?" Ares said the words quickly, his face pale. He finally sat on the opposite end of the couch that Iris was sitting at and clamped a hand over his mouth.