Sylph's POV

Armin should be here by now.

I don't know why, but I want him here with me.

Maybe he's on his way.

I hope that's the case.

I'm bored, the living room is boring.

I sighed and tucked a strand of my green hair behind my ear and looked out the window. What I saw was a reflection of myself mixed with some of the outside world and then I realized if Armin did show up, I'd be totally unprepared.

That was enough to get me moving.

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I returned to the living room, wearing appropriate clothes for a visit instead of a nightgown that was much too short.

I dropped unto the couch and waited patiently for Armin to arrive, I don't know if he's coming but I know that he has to.

He has to.

The television was on, stuck on a channel for little kids.

The clock was ticking.

I was breathing.

And then it happened.

I'd been totally unprepared for Oruo to come running in with his little clique.

I screamed and instinctively started running, only to have my hair grabbed and used to pull me back.

"Why are you here?" I asked, struggling against whoever it was that held my hair so tightly.

Oruo simply clicked his tongue in annoyance and walked around the living room very slowly, almost like he was trying to scare me.

I opened my mouth to say something when the little kids' channel playing on the television suddenly transformed to Phoenix's face.

At first, she was smiling but all traces of that disappeared when she caught sight of my current situation.

"Oruo, you dirty SOB, get the fuck out of there this fucking instant!" Phoenix exclaimed at once, her signature death glare gracing her features.

"And what can you do about it, hm?" Oruo asked, deliberately trying to make Phoenix mad.

"I can be there in five freaking minutes you fucking dipshit!" She yelled, exaggerating on how quickly she could get here.

Oruo simply clicked his tongue and faced me.

"Did you not hear what I just said? Get the fuck away from sister right this second you asshole!" She screamed, getting up suddenly and pushing her chair down in the process.

All of a sudden, whoever it was holding my hair let me go and walked closer to the screen, admiring Phoenix, or more accurately, her chest.

"The hell?! Get away from the screen you ass-faced cunt!" Phoenix snapped.

Nobody else seemed to notice I had a chance to escape. Very slowly, I inched towards the door but of course, Oruo caught sight of me trying escape and cried out in alarms then ran to get me.

I did what I'd been taught by Phoenix to do in situations like these.

Kick him where it hurts.

Oruo fell to the ground howling in pain

His lackeys stared at him, unable to function.

Phoenix clapped and cheered.

And I bolted.

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I was in a hurry to get this chapter out. Don't hate me.

Ja, my fantabulous mini warriors!

🍰 -_Scarlet_Warrior_- 🍰