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Future Effects
Thirty five years after the first...
A story collaboration between Angel Hunt and Streifen
Chapter Four : Part Two
Iridescent eyes rise up to meet crimson, the hybrid sitting on the edge of his bed, watching her intently and she snorts “What?”
Sen simply smiles and looks away. “I’ve just never seen you in a formal dress before. You look really pretty.” A slightly embarrassed flush crosses his face. “Well, they’ve never been here and considering how formal people can get around Father, I’m not surprised. Your dad called him ‘Founder’, does everyone do that? I know he’s the founder and all, but I didn’t realize anyone actually called him that.”
The half breed bites at her bottom lip before strolling over towards Sen and stopping just at his front. Reaching out, she taps her finger near his jaw line and traces up along his cheek. “Yeah, I think they are too scared of him to call him by his name…” her fingers trail into milky brown locks and she sweeps them away from his eyes while continuing, “Mom and Dad call him that out of respect though. Dad says he’s not afraid, but he respects him for everything he’s done so he won’t use his name since your Father never gave him permission to do it…”
The hybrid closes his eyes as she brushes by. “That’s funny. I don’t think Father would care what he called him. Most Angels still call him Filth and he doesn’t care. From what my Dad says though, Father thinks your dad is much more tolerable than most of his race, which is actually a big compliment coming from him.” Sen reaches out quickly and pulls Samara off her feet and into his lap. He smiles down as he stares into iridescent eyes before bringing his lips to hers.
Sliding her arms up around the hybrid’s neck, the kiss begins to deepen before she slowly breaks away, speaking directly into Sen’s mouth, “My bonding ceremony is coming up real soon you know…” iridescent eyes rise up to meet clear crimson and she smiles wickedly before pulling her fingers away from his neck to reach down and wrap around the other teenager’s wrists. Tearing them away from her waist, she pushes Sen back, both bodies hitting the bedding soon after. Samara sits up in the slightest while holding the hybrid’s arms at his sides, leaning down to brush full lips against the ones beneath her, “I think we need to celebrate…”
A wicked grin slides across Sen’s lips. “I think we need to as well.” He leans up to meet the half breed’s full lips, lingering for a moment before he frowns slightly and pulls away. “But I promised Dad I’d be good tonight while your parents are here and I keep my promises to him. He knows when I don’t anyway. So the full celebration is probably going to have to wait until tomorrow… sucks.” He smiles at the pout that forms on the other teen’s lips while she still holds him down by his wrists.
“Well…” Samara says as she slides her body down without relinquishing her grip, grinning when the contact pulls a small gasp from the hybrid’s lips. “What if I don’t feel like celebrating tomorrow?” leaning down, she leaves a small trail of kisses along Sen’s neck, causing him to start when small teeth sink into his neck. Laughing as she glances up to meet clear crimson, the half breed’s sly grin widens. “I totally wouldn’t want you to break a promise though...” with that, the teenager slides her tongue out and licks lightly up to Sen’s ear, nipping at the soft flesh a moment later while grinding her hips in. Letting go of his hands as a small moan leaves the other teen’s lips, Samara pushes off and falls to his side, rolling herself up to hop off the bed a moment later.
Walking casually over to the hybrid’s wardrobe, she swings the doors open and begins fingering through his clothing without a backwards glance. “You have anything formal? Cause my Bonding is gonna be so stuffy.”
Sen lays recovering from the half breed’s teasing. “Mean… and if I don’t have anything formal enough, Father will have it made. I have some formal Selestarri stuff Dad brought back for me, that might work. They’re big into their holiday events.” He opens crimson eyes and rolls to the side, facing the wardrobe. “Look on the left side in the very back. See if that will work…”
Smiling with her back still turned towards the one behind her, Samara leans up to slide the clothing aside and reach for the white and grey robe near the back. Pulling it down, she turns and slips up in front of her slim frame and stares down on it. “Mmm… this might do. It’s pretty fancy looking… but” iridescent eyes slide up and she grins over at the clear red before her. Holding it out, she shakes the garment at the hybrid. “I won’t know for sure unless I see it on. So strip.”
The hybrid laughs and pushes himself up from the bed, walking over to the garment held in front of him. He raises an eyebrow at Samara before bringing clawed fingers up to his dress shirt, slowly undoing one button at a time. A smirk crosses his features as he realizes the half breed is glued to his every movement. “Like what you see?” Sen chides her with a phrase she’s used on him many times before. Samara simply rolls her eyes and tosses the clothing at him. He chuckles, catching it and laying the items down on his bed.
Turning his back to her, Sen continues to undress at a normal pace and begins the process of stuffing himself into the formal Selestarri outfit. He couldn’t believe Dad’s people had a different formal outfit for each holiday. It was insane.
Stepping up behind the other teenager as he continues to dress himself, Samara smiles when Sen starts in the slightest as she reaches out and touches perfectly manicured nails to the back of his thighs through layers of silken cloth. Tracing along his legs, the white and black haired teenager slips her hands around to his front, stepping in close to press her body tight against his. Leaning up on her toes, she blows in milky brown locks before speaking quietly against his back while her fingers move over the embroidered fabric at his waist. “I like it…”
The hybrid smiles. “Dad’s is black and white. He picked this one up for me last year and had to basically bargain for it. They only make them for individuals right there and only for Selestarri. Since I’m not allowed on the island, it was apparently quite an ordeal to get it.” Sen turns in her grip reaching down to wrap his arms around her waist as she continues to hold him. “I guess we both have the same problems. My dad’s race doesn’t want to involve me just as much as yours but because of who our fathers are, they reluctantly agree.”
“It’s total bull” Samara says while leaning forward and resting her head against the hybrid’s chest. “I don’t get why they’re so stuck up… I mean I get that it’s supposed to be some exclusive club or something, but we’re half right? So why do they have to be so stupid all the time…?” She narrows her eyes and holds a little tighter around the other teenager, her voice dipping low “It’s not like I’m diseased just cause my mom’s not an Angel. And my mom is more noble than that entire stupid Council put together...”
Sen rests his lips on the top of her head. “Yeah, I know. Father could outdo any of them as well, but it doesn’t matter. While Dad’s still a full Selestarri, he’s a mix of the two factions, so even then a lot of them have issues with it. Their avoidance of anything mixed is somewhat justified though. Anytime a Selestarri managed to breed with a human, the result was… messed up. So they just don’t allow it with anything, even between the Bright and the Dark, even though that’s mostly political.” He shakes his head. “I don’t get why any of them hate the thought of mixing so much. Abilities and magic aside, we’re all the same. Angels and Demons are more similar than they could ever know...”
“The arrangements have been made…”
“Good” Aduel grins inwardly as the other Angel’s words reach him through the receiver of his small cell phone. “When?”
“Tyshia wishes to execute before her bonding ceremony, and the others agree this will be the best time as most of the Council will be tied up with preparations.”
“I see, this is sooner than I anticipated.” The Angel says quietly.
“There are more supporters than you realize, Aduel. Many jumped at the chance to repay Kashen for his indiscretion…”
“Myself included-“
“They do not do this for you.” Ilahn says coldly. “Though should it succeed, they will remember who set it in motion…”
“I should hope so” Aduel smirks in annoyance. “As it was I who gave her to them.”
“They will. And once it is done, the example will be set and we will begin the motions of taking back our race and purging the impurities from within.” Aduel can practically hear the other Angel smile through the receiver as he continues “I will not contact you again until after she is gone as I cannot risk our names being tied further, just be sure that the arrangements are made for her whereabouts when the time comes….”
“I have already taken care of it, she will be where she is needed.” The Angel says coolly, “And so I will speak with you in a week’s time.” Not waiting for an answer, he clicks the small phone off and snaps the lid closed, smiling to himself.
Reaching forward, Lyrian wraps her arms around the Eclipsed once again. “Thank you again Aki for your hospitality. It was such a pleasure and we must do this again some time soon.” Stepping back, she bows politely at the white haired Demon who nods in return as she moves to her husband’s side.
“We shall be in contact again before the Bonding.” White eyes shift to his daughter before moving back to meet cerulean blue. “And again we thank you for attending…”
“Of course, we are happy to attend and look forward to it.” Aki bows politely to the Angel and his wife. “I am sure there will be many more nights like tonight. It was wonderful to finally meet you both. Have a safe trip home.” The Eclipsed smiles as the three exit through the heavy main doors as they are held open for them, retuning to Jenova’s side once they have entered the town car waiting for them. Cerulean eyes shift to clear crimson as Sen huffs behind them.
“I’m proud of you, Sen…”
“For what?”
“You actually managed to not mess around with Samara like I asked while they were here.” The Eclipsed smirks.
“You have no faith in me, Dad… So what were they saying about the Ceremony, you guys are going to be there too?” Sen takes off his blazer and ties it around his waist as they begin walking back towards the stairs.
“Yes. They invited us to attend and we accepted. It will be quite a groundbreaking event for Angelic society.” Aki begins to untie the thin leather strap holding his hair back. “It will be nice to see some proof that they are capable of growth beyond the few individuals like Kashen, there.”
“Do not let your guard down…” Jenova interrupts as they continue to climb the winding stairwell. “While this event will mark yet another milestone for their society… there are many who are… ill disposed towards it.” Glancing back to both Aki and his son, the Demon smirks. “I do not put it past any to choose this time to become a… disruption.”
“It’s no problem, really. Like I said, I’d rather to this than spend any more time with Professor Tightass than I have to.” The hybrid walks to Samara’s side as they travel down the hallway passing between groups of students.
“Well, Anyway, I still totally appreciate it, you have no idea. I don’t know why I’m the one getting picked on for it all this time around, but it’s completely annoying.” The white and black haired teen smiles as she stops with Sen in front of the main school offices in the middle section.
“I’ll meet up with you by the tree after Final bell, we can go to my place and make up for not being able to… celebrate last night.” The hybrid chuckles as he leans in to kiss full lips, lingering for a moment before pulling back.
Smiling up into clear crimson, Samara nods. “Hm-mm, you better believe we will.” Nipping at the other teenager’s nose, the white and black haired teenager turns on her toes and heads down the hall towards Section C.
Smiling, Sen shakes his head as he watches his girlfriend disappear around a corner before sighing and turning back to the office, stepping inside a moment later.
Iridescent eyes skim to the lines of her paperwork, sighing quietly to herself as she works on the complex equations Aduel had assigned them. It was better than office duty, but god, almost as dull. Did their teacher think they were stupid or what? This shit is so child’s play. But at least there’s only about twenty minutes left until school was out and then her and Sen can go relax. She’s gonna really reward him really good for taking her office term-
“Samara” The Professor’s voice interrupts her thoughts. “To my desk.”
Setting her pen down, the half breed rises and moves up to the Angel’s front. Reaching down without looking up from his papers, Aduel slides a small stack of papers up and holds them out. “Take this to the Headmaster.” He says simply. “Do not waste time as I expect the work to be done before final bell and will deduct points for incomplete assignments…”
“Oookay” the teenager says, more than a little annoyed that he’s having her take something out and still planning to mark her off for it. Turning quickly, she paces towards the door and moves out into the hall, closing it behind her before breaking out in a run towards the office.
Within a minute she makes her goal, nearly bursting into the office just beyond. “Sen!” she says, waving the papers at the teen from across the long carved wooden counter top while working to catch her breath. “Here, give this to the Head… I gotta get back or he’ll take points…”
“Ok.” He rushes around and grabs them from her, reaching out just as she turns away and pulls Samara back by her blazer collar. Sen catches the half breed as she falls back, smiling and meeting her lips with his own before pushing her back up. “Better get back.” He chuckles.
Samara brings her fingers up to her lips and makes a small kissing motion, then winks. “See you in twenty” she grins, darting out the door a moment later.
The white and black haired teenager bounds down the hall and is about to turn the corner that leads to the steps up for Section C when she nearly collides with another student as he’s turning the corner himself.
“Watch it!”
Iridescent eyes meet annoyed silver and she immediately scowls, recognizing the student she’d fought with back when Sen had first arrived. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to keep her cool since she needs to get back soon or she’ll lose points “Sorry...” She says half heartedly, attempting to move around the boy, only to have him step right into her path.
“It really doesn’t sound like you’re very sorry.” He smirks. “Why don’t you try apologizing properly…”
“Fuck off” Samara snorts. “Get the hell out of my way or I’ll move you out of it.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, the boy frowns. “Try it.”
Balling her fists, the black and white haired teenager grits her teeth. “I’m only going to give you one more warning, move out of my way.”
Tilting his head in the slightest, the teenager smirks again but steps to the side in order to allow the girl to pass. Samara begins walking by and makes it only a few steps before the Angel’s condescending words reach her ears. “Half breed bitch.”
Turning abruptly, Samara pulls back to strike the boy, the path of her hand immediately stopped when a couple of his friends fly at her from behind. Angelic streams from the first teenager’s mouth and she suddenly finds herself unable to call out. She struggles in the two boy’s grip, kicking out and thrashing with everything she has and managing to hit the one on her right. As he doubles back, she slips free of her blazer and makes a break for the stairs only to have her ankle caught by the second. He pulls pack and sends her spilling onto the steps, pain immediately exploding through her small frame as she hits them hard.
Kicking back despite the pain, she pegs one in the face and manages to slip her foot free. Scrambling up and making it only another step before long black streaked white hair is caught, her body yanked away once again. A silent cry leaves full lips as she spills onto the polished wood floor and before she can gather herself, the three boys are on her, joined soon after by a few more. The two who had restrained her earlier, pin the girl’s arms to her sides while the two she doesn’t recognize pin her legs. The first teenager straddles the petite girl’s body and Samara continues to thrash wildly, unable to fight so them off despite her best efforts.
“It doesn’t matter how hard you try, they gave me one that would make sure to shut that loud mouth of yours.” The boy smirks, sliding his fingers near her cheeks and towards her lips. Laughter spills from the other teenager’s lips when she turns to bite at his hand and he pulls back and slaps her hard across the face in response. Venomous iridescent eyes meet smug silver a moment later and he simply moves his fingers to her collar and wraps his hand around a fistful of fabric, catching the platinum pendant in the process of yanking her head up while he leans down to face her. “Too bad you’re so tainted; you’d be kinda cute if it wasn’t for the crap moving through your blood.” He grins wickedly as the other teenagers laugh, his words only causing her to renew her struggles to get away. “Don’t worry though; I’ll give your regards to that filth you’ve been fucking because I’m pretty sure he’ll be the only one who’ll miss you…”
Samara bucks her body hard, successfully managing to throw the Angel off. His hand flies back as he works to catch himself, tearing the small necklace free of her neck when his fingers hit the ground. The other boys manage to restrain her again and the first teenager’s head whips up, pulling himself from the floor just as they are dragging her up as well. Throwing the necklace off to the side, he pays it no more attention as it skids into the corner behind them. Stepping in close and pulling back, he punches Samara hard in her stomach. Tears rise up in her eyes as she doubles over, silently coughing violently as his blow wracks her petite frame. The Angel wraps his fingers around a chunk of her hair and yanks her head up once again, smiling as silver eyes meet her watery gaze.
“Goodbye”
A stream of Angelic she doesn’t recognize slips from his lips, and within seconds, the blackness takes her, forcing her from consciousness. She collapses in their grip and the teenager bends in, lifting her up and swinging her over his shoulder. Reaching out to take Samara’s discarded blazer from one of his friends, he turns towards the nearest exit, speaking as he goes.
“I’ll take her out; get back to class quick before final bell.”