Akira Theron
"I'll be back,"
Akira gave a slow nod and allowed her eyes to follow after him as he left the balcony. The clattering noises and time he spent doing whatever he was doing made her curious. While she was waiting the black haired Sapien once again completed her annoying habit of drumming her fingernails on the table to a pleasant little rhythm. Whatever he had just made for her it sure did smell good. Akira smiled politely as she accepted the drink and peered over the rim at the odd liquid.
"Here," "It's not anything that'll give me advantage over you. Had a woman say that to me one time I offered her a drink. Anyway, it's a special type of tea. Doesn't really make you that sleepy, but on the box it says it'll give you good dreams."
A seductive little smirk grew on her lips as he mentioned this. "You don't have to take advantage... You just have to ask me handsome." Akira purred with a sharp wink before lifting the mug to her lips to try some. It tasted odd on her tongue, somewhat reminding her of a hot nighttime beverage but something tingled oddly on her tongue, either way it was pretty good tasting. "It is lovely. It's also quite kind of you to think of such a thing. Thank you."
Akira felt a lump grow in her throat as he began explaining his story. She just sat there in silence, but listened politely and curiously. Though it was becoming more and more apparent that maybe she did not want to know his past. Maybe it would be nicer to have him remain as this mystery man that had whizzed her off to a hotel and bought her drinks for the night rather than someone that would shed her emotions in half with a couple of words.
"As for myself, I guess you could say I was a mute of sorts. The previous year really got to me. I tell you the government knows how to break people down."
In his explanation that particular set of sentences stood out to Akira like a sore thumb. She could not help but have her pupils skim over June's abused and scarred body very briefly. Her stomach began twisting over and over with a horrible feeling and her mind began buzzing with ideas of what they could have possibly done to him in that time. His story was not a enjoyable one but it was interesting. Still Akira began viewing him in a much different way than before, maybe not in a more positive light either.
"Should I be scared of you?" The woman said simply, yet no fear remained in her voice. If he had killed so many people with so little thought behind it surely the answer would be yes. "When you get bored of me or I become annoying am I disposable?" Akira did not really know why she was asking such questions, but she was just simply curious of his answer. She also had one thing she needed to ask that irritated her more than anything. "Why did you kill your first victims? You must have had a pretty big reason. I don't think you are the kind of man to stereotype as a coldblooded murderer who went crazy for no reason one day. I'm sorry your life has been rough so far." She paused, her voice now falling into something less stern and more sympathetic, soft and kind. "You know June maybe instead of giving yourself to others as a assassin you should try living a simpler life and attempt to fix yourself. I don't think you are too happy doing what you do, even if it comes naturally."
"Anyway, what about you? I don't know if you noticed, but I've been watching you. From what I can determine, you don't have a home, nor family, though that's none of my business. Though.... I just can't get the feeling that I want to know more about your past, even if it isn't the best story to hear. Besides that, I feel a little bit better now that I shared a little bit of mine with you. In fact, this is the first time I've told anyone about that part of my life."
Akira forced a random smile on her face which clearly was the cover up the hard lump growing in her throat. She knew this was coming, but who was she to deny him this information after all of that? The sapien woman was rather honoured to be the first to listen to his story and so felt that out of respect she would tell him, no matter how hard it was to get out. With a sharp intake of breath Akira began.
"You know they say that sapiens and necos are unable to live on the same planet in peace. Apparently we are to different to do so and equality between us is not possible." She told him sternly, pausing as memories began flooding back to her in a giant rush. "This is a lie. My small town held both races and we taught the children that though we both had our strengths and weaknesses we could work around this and everyone was to be respected equally. As far as I know our area was the place where we lived together in the best kind of way. My friends were necos and sapiens. Nobody ever said anything against either race. It was utter bliss. Pure and utter bliss." She explained with a honest glowing smile, though that chunk in her throat was slowly becoming more apparent. "However it seemed we were the only place that thought this way and once we heard rumours of a attack upon our town and neco evacuation we began planning our defence. We made our own private tiny military and even though we were low on our numbers for a large attack we actually were quite a impressive bunch. We managed to defend quite a few small attacks and scrape our way through. I'm not going to lie I was pretty skilled with a sniper rifle and got quite a good name for it. It was at this point I met a blonde haired boy named Asher."
Akira stopped for more than a few seconds, mostly to try and shut out the images in her mind. Whenever she thought of Asher now the only memory she could pull from her mind was the one where he was soaked in his own blood. "I instantly became obsessed with him. In some way he was my rival, as he himself earned quite a name too, though Asher never bragged about it like I did. He was the silent guy who actually got shit done rather than messing about like myself. It was not long before I found myself training with him and before long falling in love with him. After than we were rarely apart and made quite a team. You get the idea, I don't think you want to hear all the soppy shit that came along with it but I really did love him. A while later another attack came along and this time they were here to finish the job, and they did. We did not even have a prayer against that many necos. They slaughtered through us like fish in a barrel and I could not believe my eyes when I saw the necos of my town running towards them, pleading for them to save them and take them away from here. The bastards deserted us to save themselves. In the end I am pretty sure all of my friends and family had either been whisked away to some safe haven or pumped with lead. I hid behind Asher's body, feeling his chest rise and fall for the last time. I wish I died there with him."
Tears had began to spill from her emerald eyes again, though she just pretended like they were not there. Rather than sadness exploding onto her expression it was more pure boiling anger. Akira's fists clenched tighter as she met with Junes pupils. "Now I kill any neco who can not prove to me they are nothing to do with the war. I want to end this. I hate this world now. It is filled with scum. I try my best to remember the peace of my town but I realise now that the rest of the world is not like that. I like to think I am merciful and don't murder those who have done nothing to oppress us but I am pretty sure I have had some innocent blood on my hands. I just won't forgive them for what happened to the people I cherished most. I won't forgive them for tossing aside the idea of peace!"
She lay her head down upon the table, resting on her arms as she tried to force herself to stop crying, but the tears did not stop. Akira felt so angry and disgusted that her own story was even one of truth. "That is my past. You happy now?" She questioned, rather bitterly at that. Her eyes met with his as she wondered what June thought of all this information and how he now viewed her.