𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚜 | 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚊

2

"What's your name?" a sly sickening voice asked, making Ace shiver in annoyance. She gazed upon the man in front of her. Her gaze was obviously judging him, but he refused to see it. She sighed.

"It's not important." She replied. She hated talking to strangers, especially the ones who tried to pick her up. The stranger moved closed. Ace felt her temple pulsate.

"What is such a beautiful girl doing at a boring baseball game?" he questioned shoving his face closer her hers. His breath smelled of beer and salami.

"Boring?" Ace raised her eyebrow. "Aren't you watching the same boring baseball game right now?" she questioned back. "If you think it's not interesting, why don't you leave?"

The man narrowed his eyebrows and smiled nervously. "Why don't me and you...?" he started but Ace raised her hand to stop him.

"First of all, it's you and I, second – not interested."

The man made a noise of annoyance and turned his gaze back to the game. Ace eyed him from the corner of her eyes feeling relieved. It wasn't the first time someone tried to pick her up at a baseball game. She looked back at the pitch quickly scanning the players, searching for a particular blonde head. Lycaons were at the furthest corner of the pitch; Ace eyed each played with a raised eyebrow. She was never interested in baseball, but she could tell those guys were almost pitiful. Ace lit a cigarette and sucked in the bitter smoke staring at the team thoughtfully. It was a terrible habit she acquired from Toua. Every time she promised herself that she would quit next time, but next time never came. They were not bad players; that was not the case; their biggest problem was that they only thought about winning and didn't pay attention to little details, such as – reactions and change in emotions of their opponent. They could not read other players.

Ace chuckled. She sounded like Toua. A quiet snicker escaped her lips followed by a blow of smoke from her lips.

"Excuse me," someone's annoying voice interrupted her thoughts. Ace turned her gaze to the person and raised her eyebrow. "Smoking is prohibited in this area." A woman about twenty five years of age said bitterly. Ace glared lightly at her and stood up. She sucked in as much smoke as she could, releasing it into the woman's face.

"My bad." she threw the cigarette on her seat and started walking away.

"Bitch." The woman hissed quietly.

"I heard that."

***

Toua looked at the audience carefully, trying to find her. His eyes hit a familiar figure walking in the direction of the exit. Toua's eyes widened lightly and he sat up watching her intently.

*Ace.* his mind called. The figure stopped. Ace's head slowly turned around; their eyes met. The girl stuck the tip of her tongue out and quickly disappeared in the crowd. Toua closed his eyes and leaned back, resting his head against the wall.

"What's wrong?" Kojima sat beside the pitcher and looked at the audience.

"Nothing." Toua's devilish voice replied, he did not bother elaborating on the topic, but Kojima was bothered.

"You are acting differently today." Kojima continued. "What happened?"

Toua opened one eye and looked at the tall man. "You are very observant today." He stated in a matter of fact way. Kojima smiled closing his eyes.

"I am always watching you." Kojima stated. Toua chuckled.

"You sound like a stalker."

Kojima's eyes widened in realisation of what his statement sounded like.