We both lay on the broken coffee table, panting. I tiredly swung my arm out, barely hitting him. He did the same to me. I groaned as I tried sitting up. I let out a short breath of air, as pain filled my body to the brim. I managed to crawl away from him and lean against the broken couch.
"Hate….you…." I said between deep breaths.
"Hate…you….too," he responded just as out of breath.
We had fought, hard and long. More than once I could have sworn he attacked me just to get my jacket and shirt to rise and I'd be lying if I hadn't grazed his jean covered crotch a few times. It was hot, but really wasn't the time considering we were ready to kill each other.
I heard him clear his throat and move to the couch opposite of me. He got farther though as he pulled himself up onto it. Laying on his stomach.
"Are we done fighting?" He asked, now in control of his breath.
I scoffed, getting control back myself. I looked around the penthouse. Everything was destroyed. Couches were ripped, the wooden coffee table lay on the ground splintered and flattened. The little kitchen area looked like someone went at it with a sledgehammer. Carpeting was torn up and I can't for the life of me remember how that happened. Some jewels had broken off the wall as well. I snuck a few of them into my boots to sell or trade for weapons later. Our clothing was ripped as well. But I'm pretty sure that hadn't been accidental.
"We will never be done fighting, Xander. As long as I'm the worst of the worst and you're the best of the best, we will never be done." I finally admit. I cringed a bit, knowing the truth in that and knowing my newfound feelings for Xander trying to rise above that knowledge.
"Why can't we just try?" He asks. I'm not sure if he means to stop fighting or start something else. He reads my emotion and nods. "Both."
I shake my head and slowly stand up. I go over to the balcony door and lean against it as I open it. "We can't and you know it. Hell, since seeing you at the airport my senses have been dulled to a dangerous point and I can't have that. I'm a trained assassin, Xander. I can't be going on jobs unless I'm in control. And anytime you're around me, I'm not. You're in control and that's a problem. Don't follow me, Xander. Hero X has a reputation to maintain…" I drift off not looking at him anymore, not sure if I want to see the expression on his face. I continue though. "And so do I." I quickly changed into a black raven and took flight off the balcony edge. Making my way back to Hailing.
"You did what?!" I would have smiled if I didn't feel like crap. That was the first thing Joel had said to me after telling him I broke into my mom and sister's place.
I gulped. "You heard me, I'm not repeating it, Joel." I was laying on my old bed. The back of my hand laying on my forehead and my feet up on the wall. Joel was sitting on the lay-z-boy chair in front of my bed, staring at me with wide eyes.
"I'll repeat it. You went away for a vacation. By the way we need to discuss your definition of the word 'vacation.' Then met up with Hero X. Then fought with him. Then started being all flirty and googly eyed around him. Next you're getting arrested and he helps you escape. Then you meet him in a hotel and fight AGAIN! And tell him you can't be around him anymore because your ass can't get a grip on reality when he's around. Sounds like a really fun vacation, A." I scowled at him but he had a point. I regret not even hugging Xander. But had it gone too far, I could be in some serious trouble. And so could he.
Of course I hadn't told Joel that Hero X is my sister's ex-fiancé, Xander. I couldn't. In all reality, I probably should have told Joel that I had met up with Xander, but he was in uniform most of the time so he technically was Hero X more.
How brain-dead do I sound, right now? I thought to myself.
"I don't want to get into it. I told you, just so you can be prepared if suddenly Hero X shows up around the neighborhood and you have the idiocy to say something." I sat up and looked at Joel with cold eyes. He looked taken back as I did so, but I was serious. "Let me make this perfectly clear Joel, if you even see him around here, you need to call or text me to let me know he's around. He doesn't generally come around this neighborhood unless helping the cops out, so there shouldn't be a real issue. Plus, I'm almost positive he doesn't know I live here, but we have to be safe."
Joel nodded and leaned his elbows on his knees. "This guy really got to you, didn't he?" I gulped and only nodded. Admitting that felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders, but I couldn't do anything about it.
I sighed and stood up. "I need to go see Abraham. Something Hero X told me on my little adventure is making me worry." I went to the closet and pulled out a pair of thigh high black leather boots, considering my other ones were ripped. I was now in leather skin tight pants(loose enough to run in though), the black boots, a dark red long sleeved shirt, and a black cotton vest that was buttoned up. I also pulled out three knives and tucked those into the boots. I checked the magazine on my .45 handgun and tucked that on the inside of my vest. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail as per usual and looked over at Joel. He was staring out the window in thought I suppose. I walked over to him and put my arms around his waist. He jumped but relaxed a second after. I leant my forehead against his back since he didn't turn. "I'll be back in two hours unless I text you otherwise, okay?" He only nodded and I let go.