Chapter 9: Strange

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The sun was shining gently through the shear curtains and I was snuggled in warmth. Groaning I turned my body away from the window trying to get some more sleep, Arya was purring in my head. Arms found their way around my waist and pulled me to someone's chest. Everything was peaceful. But right as I was about to fall asleep again a screeching noise went off.

Arya still purring didn't help the current situation as I shot up in bed. My eyes scrambled around the room helplessly looking for the source. The arms around my waist tightened but paying no mind to them I grumbled "I'm up. Now shut the Fuck off."

Immediately the noise stopped and after a automated voice said "Sedona, Wren, and Icarus you have class in an hour."

After the voice notified me everything was silent again, huffing I tried to get up out of bed so I could go use the bathroom. However the arms held me down grunting I looked at the culprit and saw Icarus holding onto me for dear life. He was sleeping peacefully even after the god awful noise, this detail made me envious. Wren wasn't in the room this fact caused slight pain to burn in my chest.

Rubbing my chest I slowly untangled myself from Icarus's death hold and slugged my way towards the bathroom. Walking into the bathroom I was met with a wonderful oranges and chocolate scent. Running water and steam reminded me that I need to take a shower.

"Morning Wren." I said softly as I undressed and started to walk towards the shower.

In my mind this was completely normal, of course if others were to watch our interactions they'd think it was strange. Before I fully reached the shower Wren replied with a quiet "Hello."

Pulling the curtain back, Wren jumped in surprise slightly before relaxing as I climbed into the shower with her. She moved over to accommodate room for me before going back to washing the shampoo out of her hair. Never lingering my eyes on our nudity I started to wash my body with soap.

A few minutes passed until we hear a loud curse "FUCK!!" followed with a crash to the floor. Giggling to myself I immediately knew that Icarus had fallen out of bed, behind me a soft chuckle was heard. Smiling I turned to Wren, making eye contact we both knew who it was as we burst out laughing.

Grumbling towards the bathroom Icarus brushed his teeth while waiting his turn for the shower. Once we were done I stepped out first grabbing a towel then proceeding to brush my teeth. Wren however grabbed a towel, assuming she'd brushed her teeth before showering, walked back into the room to grab clothes.

Icarus huffed at he undressed and got into the shower. Once I was done with brushing my teeth I went into the bedroom to find Wren dressing into a fully black suit, the suit hid nothing to the imagination as it hugged to every curve. You've got to be kidding me..... That's the school uniform.

Whining I said "Do I have to wear that!?!?!"

Sending me a small smile Wren nodded her head in reply, groaning I picked up the suit like it was a disease. Wren giggled at my nonsense as she put her shoes on. Huffing much like Icarus had done earlier I squeezed into the compact suit. The suit from far away looked to be pitch black, however up close the threads were made up of grays, blues, and blacks. An interesting combination however I absolutely hate tight clothing.

A tingling sensation ran over my body causing me to shiver, it felt as though the suit conformed to my body. What was this thing made out of??

Icarus finally got out of the shower and quickly put on his suit, he stood still for a minute before screeching "WHY IS IT TICKLING ME!!!"

Shaking my head I said "I don't know. But it did the same to me too."

He looked freaked out so I suggested that we go get something to eat before heading off to class. At the mention of food Wren and Icarus both perked up. Following me as I made my way to the kitchen I whipped up some pancakes and bacon.

Once we were finished, we had about 45 minutes to haul ass to training 1 for our first lesson. Welp, here we go.

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