Fate's Game [GL]

"You had one job" Sera said chilly, shoving one of her fingers in Emil's face. "And you mess even that up! For what are you even good for?"

She moved away from the door she peeked through. Where through the crack you could see a rolled up figure snuggling cozily in the bed covers.

It was nine in the morning and Emilié still slept like a stone.

"How many l.a.p.s did she run before you let her laze?" Sera asked sharply with an authorial air, making it impossible for him not to answer.

Emil swallowed slowly backing away.

Oh man, how could his soft heart take over and show Emilié leniency. The only thing he brought them was the ire of this cold witch.

"F-Fiv-" he said with a light shake in his voice, but stopped in the middle. Sera's gaze drilled like a glacier, saying 'are you d*mn serious'.

But really now, the girl begged till hair cutting point and now she is sleeping like a sand bag.

"Get out of my sight" the disgust in her voice was not to miss.

How could she have once fancied this wimp? She must had some screws loose.

Sera didn't have to repeat herself twice. Once the two magical words 'get out' appeared, Emil fled the scene without further adieu.

He clapped his hands twice and prayed for Emilié to survive this maddend blizzard.

But.. haha, how delightful, getting rid of work by being nice to someone for once in a while.

"Tsk" watching him scurry away like a rat, Sera couldn't hold it in anymore.

The sympathy and self loathing she felt from yesterday night was long blown away.

This phony brat! Beginning to laze around in the first half an hour.

Did Sera mistake the resolve and thirst for revenge she saw in Emilié with something else.

Doesn't matter!

Whatever it was, no exit tickets are given once you are onboard.

"Seems we're gonna play good cop, bad cop" she sneered.

So in the end, Emilié was standing in the backyard in a horse stance, staring blankly in a frosty face.

How the heck did she end up with this strict person?!

She was brutally kicked out of bett, violently changed out from comfy pj's to some boys clothes, which popped out from who knows where and dragged down without food into the yard.

Her integrity please~

She can change clothes herself, no need to shred her little dignity to nothing. ToT

Doesn't matter if they're both woman, it's already enough that Claudia and her ex-mom saw her in birthday suit and many other circ.u.mstance wise embarrassing poses and situations.

The sun stood high and sweat trickled down her forehead. Her mouth was dry, her legs were numb, the heat was boiling her blood and it was just ten minutes in the stance.

Even the weather played pranks!

Just yesterday it was freezing cold and now it is hot to baking point. It's as if they were in another continent.

Emilié really has the resolve to push through the rough training but... can she first eat, drink AND get some sunscreen please.

She feels like meat out to dry. If this continues she will become jerky, if not a sunburned tomato.

"I'm.. hungry" although she ate this morning, she burnt all nutritions down with those five l.a.p.s.

She wants to eat!

"No" Sera denied, keeping on the ice wall act.

"Watt-"

"No"

"Sunscre-"

"No"

".." Emilié slumped down her head.

Sera was being bitchy, denying her every essential necessities. It's not like she tries to run away from training, she just wants to replenish energy to go on.

D*mn, how she missed Claudia so bad, she would never bully her.

Her mind began to wander to Claudia again, losing concentration and a sadness washed over her.

Right now she felt painfully how spoiled and good her life was thanks to her, apart from how she was treated by her family members.

"Don't slack!"

Seeing Emilié's back bent, Sera slapped her behind lightly with a bamboo cane and straightened her back to an upright posture.

In actuell, Sera had not meant to come of so spiteful, however she herself knew very well, what disastrous consequences would follow, if she'd be too easy on her.

After Grace and she escaped the laboratory, Grace had taught her everything she needed to survive, from finding water sources to scavenging food in wilderness and how to protect herself.

There was no food served on plates, or water coming from the faucet and let's not talk about sunscreen.

What is sunsceeen? How ludicrous.

If she wanted to make Emilié her successor, at least she should be on the level to endure this much without whining.

Yes! Successor. After contemplating on every path to choose about, Sera choose to make Emilié take the life goal she is striving for.

And with Emil teaching Emilié too, she can pick up their two specialities and combine them to her own unique art.

Emilié puffed her cheeks out of disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. The slap did not hurt, however no one would like to be forcefully shift around with an object.

"Hahaha" a loud laughter came from her right and she turned around.

There was a boy with fluffy, dark chocolate hair, leaning on the windowsill, giggling, with one clear dimple showing on his cheek.

He watched Emilié in the safety of the shadow, cool and pleasant, with a bowl of chilled strawberries at his side.

He picked a big strawberry with a deep red and juicy look and took a big bite of it.

His eyes twinkling with lights, showing to Emilié how much he enjoyed this sweet delicacy. His grin becoming larger, making his dimple even more prominent.

Emilié's eyes were glued to the strawberry. She gulped down her drool before it dripped down her chin, when she felt another slap coming down her behind.

"Upright!"

Emilié was slapped again, eliciting another loud giggle from the boy.

Emilié just glowered at him in her upright position being careful not to slag another time.

Spare her cute butt~

"Dumb kid" she murmured in discontent, which the child didn't hear from the distance, but Sera did.

Her green serpent eyes fixated on the boy like prey. "You know.."

"Huh?"

Before the strawberry chocolate boy noticed, he was taken by the cuff of his neck¹ hanging high up the ground.

"If you are going to distract, then you can participate too you know, Aria." Sera took the boy of the windowsill, throwing him in the hole he digged himself.