Wish Of A Shooting Star

21

" Don't mess with me. "

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In the middle of training, Wing was generous enough to give the quartet a break. They all decided that they should explore the arena. While in one of the 200th-floor hallways, the teens had a run-in with Gido, Sadaso, and Riehlvelt. These men were persistent in trying to get a match with them and they showed no sign of giving up. One person in particular caught (Y/n)'s eye. This person wasn't at all strange or threatening, but rather annoying.

It was Sadaso, the one-armed man. The male called her by her last name, Minimeta, and later spoke about wanting to fight her. He had expectations for her, which ticked her off. Sadaso expected that (Y/n) would be just as advanced as her father.

Well, unfortunately for him, there was no way she was going to satisfy his curiosity and expectations. She was her own person. She shouldn't be compared to her missing father.

The group exchanged deadlines before they left the area. (Y/n) seemed the most bitter when leaving that area. Her feelings would pursue her later in the day. (Y/n) wanted to get over the event but her mind wouldn't let her. It came to a point where she couldn't even focus on her meditation. The changes in her aura made it obvious that something is troubling her. She was forced to take breaks because of the increasing intensity of her nen.

The walk back home wasn't pleasant, but everyone tried to cheer up (Y/n). It helped the girl a little, but she still felt anger in her system. As soon as (Y/n) reached her room, she tossed her backpack on the floor and dropped to her bed, face first. A groan leaves her throat as she thought about the event earlier. Expectations...she's been expected to be like her father. Guess the coverage on her fights got to her. Anger and disgust fueled the desire to fighting Sadaso instead of avoiding him. She was pissed off, but she knew that impulsively applying for a match now wouldn't have a good outcome. Especially since she knew Wing wouldn't approve it.

The girl turned over so that she could see the ceiling lights. Her hand grabbed one of the pillows surrounding her bed, hugging it tightly. She should probably think of something else. A sigh leaves her as she laid in silence. Soon, a craving came up in her mind, prompting her to stand up and leave the room. She wanted something to eat..and she knew that the tower's cafeteria had a few stuff in there. It was an international buffet...it had almost everything in there for its fighters.

(Y/n) walked around and eventually ended up at the elevator. Before she could press a button, she felt a familiar feeling of dread. Her immediate reaction was to raise her defense. She wrapped her nen around her before she looked around. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a familiar black poncho. She knew that outfit anywhere. The girl wanted to be careful now. Even if she left the room hungry, she disregarded that feeling to prioritize her safety.

"I know you're out there," (Y/n) called out in the empty hallway, "You don't have to hide, Seraphina."

A familiar woman walked out of the hallway, her smile gentle. A white eye stares down at the girl who stood beside the elevator. The appearance of the woman wasn't different overall, but the hair color changed. Before it had been blue, but then it turned to white, and now it was red. The hue complimented the woman's pale complexion. Seraphina approached slowly as to not provoke the girl to flee. The last thing the older woman wanted was to see her disappear to the elevator.

"You're getting better at noticing me. I'm impressed," Seraphina giggled, "I'm sure you're curious about my reasons for being here."

"I am and I wanna know why you're following me again."

The girl was so assertive. The change of attitude was different than what the red-haired woman witnessed in the hunter exam. Maybe through their short period of time spent apart from each other changed (Y/n) for the better. She was no longer...scared of her. She had toughened up her act. Ah...the progress...she was so proud of her.