Lemon Pie - Part 3
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When Jett said that Yoru was unbearable, she didn't imagine that he was worse than she thought. She had never met anyone who complained so much about someone else doing the dishes. Which characterized him as unbearable and strange.
As Jett insisted that he should rest as much as possible, Yoru only complained loudly about her washing the dishes. When she finished, she helped him get up and go to the Protocol common room. Yoru was mute and frowning the entire way, while Jett complained about how terrible he was.
The Protocol common room was on the first floor of the apartment building. It was a large space, conveniently close to the coffee shop and game room. The floor-to-ceiling windows gave a view of the garden, which seemed to enter the space due to the various species of plants scattered in pots throughout the space. The place had groups of sofas and armchairs for agents to talk. One of the groups of sofas was occupied by Chamber, Deadlock, Iso and Breach, who were chatting while drinking coffee. At the opposite end were Phoenix, Clove and Gekko, who had already started the RPG.
- I thought you guys would never come down. - Clove commented when they approached.
- Let them enjoy themselves. - Phoenix made a dismissive gesture, pointing to an empty place on the sofa. - Jett told no one to sit there. It's your place.
Yoru looked at Jett from the corner of her eyes and clicked his tongue. However, the place she had marked for him was comfortable and he could rest the cast on the coffee table. He sat down on the couch, letting out a groan from the effort. Jett tried to get a pillow to put under his foot but he stopped her.
- I'll do it. - He grumbled, taking a cushion and arranging it on the coffee table, then putting his foot on it.
Jett rolled her eyes, sitting down in an armchair.
- What did we lose?
- I'm trapped in a trap because someone activated a device they shouldn't have trying to open a chest. - Phoenix narrowed his eyes at Gekko, while taking some candy to eat.
- A slime ate me. - Gekko sighed sadly. - I have three rounds until its acid corrodes me.
- By God Gekko, were you eaten by a slime? - Yoru raised an eyebrow, giving an ironic smile. - How ridiculous.
- Oh come on. I was distracted!
- You could have just given up trying to open that chest. - Clove sighed and then looked at Jett and Yoru. - I'm glad you arrived. You will use the character sheet from last time.
- Whatever. - Yoru shook his head, leaning back on the sofa. - I'm going to have to save you all anyway.
The others complained about Yoru's comment. But, he wasn't completely wrong as he managed to save his friends and even steal the treasure that Gekko was looking for. The role-playing session was full of exciting moments, laughter and some discussions. Nothing out of the ordinary.
However, after a while, Jett became bored. She watched Yoru and Phoenix trying to solve a riddle and looked at his cast. It was something boring, not to say ugly. Jett knew how vain Yoru was and it was ruining his style. The Korean agent nodded and walked over to him, sitting on her heels next to him.
- Can I draw on your plaster?
- Ahw? - Yoru turned to her, furrowing his eyebrows. - What? Why?
- Because this thing is ugly. - She gestured to the plaster, making a disdainful face. - And I want to improve that.
Yoru looked from her to the cast. Again, he didn't want to make Jett right, but unfortunately, she was right.
- What are you going to draw? - He spoke suspiciously, to which Jett responded with a naughty smile.
- You'll have to trust me to know.
Yoru wasn't used to trusting people, especially when it was about his appearance. He looked at his leg and pondered how difficult it would be to customize the cast himself. He remembered how uncomfortable it was to move that thing and he thought he wouldn't be able to have the same flexibility as before. He wouldn’t be able to do it by himself.
Phoenix, who followed their conversation, decided to support his friend.
- Jett makes some really cool graffiti, man. - Phoenix winked at Jett, turning to Yoru. - Let her do it.
- Oh, I want do it too! - Gekko said, already looking excitedly at the plaster.
- No. - Yoru soon cut Gekko off and then looked at Jett, who was still watching him, waiting for his answer. He had already seen some of the graffiti that Jett and Raze had spread around the base and, he had to admit, they were incredible. It wouldn't hurt to have an original "Jett" on his leg... The Japanese agent exhaled slowly and nodded, resisting the natural instinct to deny everything from everyone. - You can do it...
Jett let out an excited scream and left for her room, going to get the pens to draw. Phoenix gave a satisfied smile, snapping his fingers at Yoru.
- We still have to figure out what the hell this crazy one wants us to say. - He pointed at Clove, shaking his head. - I'm smart but not Sherlock Holmes to figure out every riddle you tell me.
Clove raised their hands, as if to say they weren't to blame for anything. Yoru rolled his eyes with a smirk and conjectured again with Phoenix about the trouble that Clove got them into. Jett soon returned and began drawing on Yoru's cast.
The Japanese stood still and did not interfere while she drew. He felt a little uncomfortable that she was drawing on his leg and he was still suspicious of what Jett was going to do. But just for a moment, he let himself be at Jett's mercy.
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To Yoru's surprise, Jett actually made some cool drawings on the plaster. cTheomposition was based on making Yoru's mask in detail surrounded by clouds in an oriental style. Yoru loved how she worked the blue tones. He only grimaced when she showed him that, on the sole of his foot, she had signed her name. Gekko joked that he was the Woody to her Andy. Secretly, Yoru had even enjoyed the joke a little.
- Agents. - Brimstone called, entering the common room. - Prepare yourselves for your missions. We left in an hour. - The commander looked with a little pity at Yoru, which irritated him deeply. - Rest Yoru. We need you to recover soon.
Okay. That made Yoru very angry.
He pulled Jett away from him, picking up his crutches.
- I'm going up. - Trying to demonstrate minimum effort and maximum ease, the Japanese stood up. Jett accompanied him.
- I'm going to Japan. - She commented unpretentiously. - How about if I bring you some dangos from Crown Café?
Yoru let his excitement show briefly. He loved the dangos at Crown Café Japan, and for him, there was never enough of it. But he remembered that accepting this meant he would be more indebted to Jett than he already was. He hesitated to accept the offer, thinking he was more dependent on her than he had ever been.
Just as he was about to give an answer, his cell phone vibrated. He picked up the device and read the message received, clicking his tongue.
- Kuso... - Once again, he aimed at his leg angrily. He let his shoulders slump and looked at Phoenix, exhaling slowly. - Can you help me?
- Ummm? - Phoenix raised an eyebrow, finding the request strange. Especially who it came from.
- What do you need? - Jett spoke gently, tilting her head to the side. - Phoenix does whatever you ask.
- I do? - The British agent turned to Jett, with a mixture of spite and surprise.
- You do. - Phoenix was going to argue, but Jett narrowed her eyes at him in a much more threatening way than someone her height could normally have. The Brit sighed.
- Tell me...
Yoru hesitated again to speak. Indirectly, he would still owe Jett. It was a damn dead end.
- An order arrived for me. - He murmured, lowering his head. - You know that delivery people are not allowed to go up.
Phoenix grimaced.
- If it's something bigger than me, I'm out.
- Are you that weak, Phoenix? - Jett teased, crossing her arms.
- Oh, my spine is killing me. - Phoenix whined, imitating Brimstone's voice. He turned to Yoru. - Let's go.
Yoru's ears were red and he refused to look anyone in the eye. What a damn irritating discomfort that broken leg was. He wouldn't have had to go through this humiliation if it weren't for that stupid accident.
Yoru started walking with crutches, passing Jett right away.
- You don't need to bring me the dangos... - He spoke quietly, walking with Phoenix to the entrance of the base.
Jett frowned but didn't protest, watching the two friends walk away.
Phoenix shook his head in disappointment, hearing Yoru's grumble, but didn't comment anything. He accompanied him to the entrance of the base, waiting for him to sign for the order with the delivery drone. He picked up the medium-sized box, analyzing it.
- Brimstone is still going to kill us for compromising the location of the base like that.
- Iie... - Yoru grumbled, walking with Phoenix to the elevators, entering one that was already open and pressing on his floor. - He likes burger deliveries too much to complain.
- Americans and their addiction to hamburgers... - Phoenix clicked his tongue in spite.
Yoru gave a sideways smile.
- Says the winner of the protocol's burger eating competition.
- Of course, I'm the best at everything.
- For six consecutive months.
- Look, bro, I have a fast metabolism even for a radiant, okay? - He got out of the elevator with Yoru, smiling at his smile.
- Okay Okay! I just don't understand why eat like there's no tomorrow if you're immortal.
- Immortality is still a life and it needs to be lived.
- And do you live yours by eating? - Yoru looked at Phoenix from the corner of his eyes, raising an eyebrow as he opened the door to the apartment.
- Exactly. - Phoenix smiled, entering with Yoru, leaving the package on the sofa.
Yoru rolled his eyes with a smirk, leaning against the wall of the apartment. His smile faded when he realized the fatigue that had taken over his body from walking so much with the heavy cast. The Japanese agent punched his thigh a few times, partly trying to alleviate the pain and partly taking out his frustration on himself. Phoenix noticed his friend's attitude and, in that measly second that Yoru saw pity in Phoenix's eyes, he felt angry again. Not from the other, but, again, from his current physical condition.
- Thanks for bringing it here. - This time, Yoru tried hard not to sour his tone, crossing his arms. - Get out of here before the old man comes after you with a sledgehammer.
- Ouch. If you wanted me away from here, just say it bro. - Phoenix spoke dramatically, receiving a punch on the arm from Yoru when he approached him. The Brit gave a sideways smile, letting out a sigh. - You know, back to the subject of food... You should have accepted Jett's dangos.
Yoru furrowed his eyebrows, looking at Phoenix with a "why are you butting into my business?" look. Phoenix clicked his tongue.
- My God, you are stupid. Jett has done a lot for you. You should accept her help instead of resisting so much.
Yoru moved uncomfortably, both due to the discomfort of the cast and to the other's speech. He thought a little about the last 24 hours and how Jett had been an important support for him. More than he would like to admit. If she was trying to compensate by having broken his leg, she was doing a great job.
- She feels guilty about what happened. That's why she’s doing it. - Yoru let his voice sour this time, limping towards his sofa.
- Yo. - Phoenix smiled, shaking his head. "He's really stupid." He thought. - When a girl breaks me and makes lunch for me, I can already consider myself a lucky man. - Phoenix walked to the door but stopped, thinking about the perfect grand finale for that conversation. He looked at Yoru thought his shoulder, who had already sat on the sofa and rested his leg on the coffee table, on a cushion. - Your pride will make you lose the girl. - The British man spoke with amusement, observing the other.
Yoru took a deep breath, taking the TV control and turning it on.
- Close the door when you leave. - He spoke sharply, hoping that the other wouldn't notice how red his ears were, indicating that Phoenix's grand finale had really been a great catchphrase.
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