(Laurinius 4, 56 / 12:19PM)
7 years ago.
Two months before the fall of Ticia.
In the busy city of Lagefor, all types of life bustled the city streets with either commerce or business. Civilians, businessmen and women, tourists; all parts of life walked along the downtown streets.
The tall buildings outshined the natural sun, the windows reflected its light onto the passerbyers of the city, with even that same light…
Passed to the military complex on the west side of the city.
Inside a military hallway, the floor and walls were painted white, with the ground being carpeted in marble and the walls being sculpted in stone. One particular man, in his early 20s, swayed his hands back and forth while having a skip to his walk.
Until a soldier stood out his right foot, causing the young man to trip.
Lying flat on his face, the butt of his chin bruised from the impact of the fall, purple swelling to take hold. Both palms staining the white marbled floor with sweat, the young man carefully stood himself up.
(Agent #1) Oops. My bad.
A group of agents all chuckled with one another at the fallen rookie agent.
The rookie agent had blonde hair and brown eyes, with a left-side bang covering his left eye. His skin pale, his stature being below average in height, the young man…
Rubbed the back of his head, pushing up a wide smile while closing his eyes.
(???) I-Its okay. No harm done.
The leader of the group, a man who was a foot taller than the blonde-haired agent, towered over him. Folding both of his large burly arms, a sly smirk plastered on his face.
While the other agents followed suit, most of them hung in the back of their leader.
(Burly Agent) You’re one of the new agents that just got in? Never thought a shrimp like you would make it.
(???) I-I did score high in terms of martial arts…
(Burly Agent) Then prove it to me.
The large muscular agent took a couple of steps back, posing a fighting stance while slanting his eyes inward.
As for the blonde-haired agent, he slowly walked back while raising both of his hands to his shoulders, closing his eyes as sweat ran down his cheeks. Letting out a soft chuckle, the rookie agent hunched his head lower, casting his eyes downward to avoid the large agent’s menacing stare.
(Burly Agent) You aren’t going to fight? How can you call yourself an agent if you don’t seek brawls?
(Rookie Agent) I just want to serve the people, you know … save lives and such …
(???) Hey, you there!
Running towards the group and the rookie agent was a tall silver-haired agent, his hair wrapped in a ponytail as he waved at them. His eyes glaring at the burly agent, the silver-haired agent stopped in front of the two, his face two years younger than the rookie agent.
Pointing his finger at the burly man, the silver-haired agent let out a low growl from his throat, as saliva spat out from his mouth while he spoke.
(Agent Eren) Leave him alone!
(Burly Agent) Is this your boyfriend here? Sorry, but I’m just trying to test him.
(Agent Alexandra) Release him now.
A woman wearing sunglasses stood on the opposite side of Eren.
Crossing her arms underneath her chest, she furrowed her brow at the large burly man, clicking her tongue as she tapped her foot. Narrowing her eyes through her shades, the burly man put both of his hands inside of his tuxedo suit, as he let out a sly grin.
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(Burly Agent) Sure thing “stress reliever”. Don’t think I’ll join your all-male harem just because I obeyed you.
(Agent Alexandra) Even if you begged, you're too big to fill in a seat. So shoo.
Swaying his head left and right, he began to walk away as he lifted his head and laughed out loud. His obnoxious laugh filled the hallway floor, the marble traversed its laugh shockwave down to all three of their black church shoes.
The rest of his group followed suit, leaving Alexandra to exhale an abundance of air from her lungs, her arms still crossed underneath her chest. Tilting her head up, she looked over to the timid blond-haired agent, her smile strengthening as she began to walk toward him.
With both of her hips swaying with each step.
(Agent Alexandra) My what do we have here~ Wanna be my boyfriend? You could be the MVP in my harem~
(???) Hehe, sorry, but I have a wife and daughter.
Both Eren and Alexandra widened their eyes. Her face flustering red, her cheeks were shaded in a reddish pink, causing her hands to hover over her mouth. Taking a step back, she cast her eyes down to the marbled floor, unable to make contact with the timid agent.
Meanwhile, Eren placed both of his hands on the back of his head, letting his jaw drop.
(Agent Eren) What do you mean you have a wife and a kid? You started a family in your late teens?
(???) I guess so … well … she kind of wanted to start a family fast… so I gave in.
Alexandra clutched both of her hands together, fiddling with her fingers as she barely kept her eyes on his. Despite having a daughter, his eyes were innocent and sparkly, causing Alexandra to fidget and tremble her body evermore.
Clearing her throat, her face flustered a tomato red, as she finally held eye contact with the timid rookie agent.
(Agent Alexandra) What’s your name?
(???) M-My name … its uh … its Briggs.
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(Reverence 4, 59 / 12:12PM)
(Iris)
Keeping the bottom of his boots nestled into the pavement, he kept his widened eyes staring at the pigtail girl in front of him. Puckering up his lips, he bit down on his lower lip while his body trembled relentlessly as if he had hypothermia.
Grabbing the top of his hair, she pulled Briggs up with ease, bringing his thin body up so that his height was the same as hers.
(Iris) I’m giving you one last chance.
She pulled his face close to his, turning his head around so that the tip of his nose barely touched hers. His mint breath pressing against her cheeks and lips, she only pushed the crevices of her eyelids into the center of her forehead.
(Iris) Leave this adobe at once.
The blood flow that failed to circulate in both of his feet soon came seething to life. Like fire ants all chewing and biting down on every inch of his soles, his legs wobbled as he struggled to stand on his two feet.
His eyes still widened, he lowered his head, letting his eyes trail down to Loraine’s black leather boots. Both of his hands formed fists, the crevices of his eyes loosened, and the corners of his lips tightened.
Forming a cold frown, he placed both of his hands onto Iris’s sleeves, his fingers digging deep into her forearms.
(Agent Briggs) I still have a mission to do.
Without blinking, a pair of hands swiftly wrapped around her throat.
Its fingers drove into every important part of her throat, and a lifeless cough glazed out of her mouth. Unable to think, unable to cultivate a fist, she lifelessly tapped on his arms.
As he turned her body around.
(Loraine) Get your hands off of her!
A small white light glowed on her right palm, summoning nothing more than an ordinary nylon rope. Lunging her right foot back, she pulled back her right arm, until she let it throw right into the blonde haired-agent.
But since he turned her body around, it was too late to pull back.
By the time the rope reached them, the nylon slick material coursed through her waist and body, letting it strap her up like a snack. Letting go of her neck, both of her knees trembled vigorously until she collapsed onto her back; while Briggs continued to stand.
Drool trailed down her right lip, her breathing began to come back slowly, her hoarse and raspy throat flogging the dry air.
(Loraine) No, I…
Putting his hands into his tuxedo’s pockets, his black church shoes trickled and nestled the pavement stone amongst his soles. Letting the desert sun blast the back of his neck, his pale skin sprawled out an abundance of sticky sweat that stuck to his clothes.
Reaching right in front of the 14-year-old girl, his eyes soften at her, his dark eyebags nowhere to be seen.
(Agent Briggs) I didn’t see you at the military tribunal. Who are you?
Loraine swayed both of her hands back and forth, letting her eyes stare at her left while the desert heat made her clothes stuck to her skin. Churning her lips, she began to whistle, creating a high-pitched melody as her face grew more paler than his.
Kneeling to her height, he took out both of his hands to let them nestle his sides. Bringing his right hand onto his knee, his frown was replaced with a casual face, his lips straight as a line and his eyes looking healthy for once.
(Agent Briggs) Hmm … you’re that girl that accompanied Eren and Ada. You belong to the Dark Angels, but you look too young.
(Loraine) D-Dark Angels? What are those?
(Agent Briggs) I’m not going to hurt you, but…
Lorraine finally turned to look at the blonde-haired man, noticing a pair of handcuffs he held in his left hand. Taking a step back, she unchurned her lips, her right hand soon beginning to emit a white light.
(Agent Briggs) I promise to not let them hurt you.
Gripping the nylon rope with her right hand, her right arm bulged its minuscule muscles and biceps. Clattering her teeth, some of her enamels chipped by just seeing the agent stand up again, as he slowly walked and towered over the girl.
His left hand motionless, the handcuffs swayed with the motion of his body, the metal digging into his thigh. Seeing her nylon rope, he extended his right hand, his fingers encapsulating inside of both of her pupils.
(Loraine’s thoughts) I gotta … I gotta beat him!
Thrusting back her right arm—
She couldn’t.
A soft hand clutching her right wrist, it caused her to drop the nylon rope onto the ground. Her knees buckled, and the air from her lungs sprouted out from her as she was turned around to face the entrance door.
Her hands behind her back, Briggs cuffed both of them around her wrists, the metal digging into the bone. Clenching both of her teeth together, both corners of her eyes glared a vicious look.
As Briggs took her, leaving behind the dark purple-haired woman to softly drool and breathe.
