Teaching A Lesson (Narcissa)

At least they didn't fight about it again, like about the gun. There was so much that she did not know what to do about or how to say it properly. It might be a language issue, it might be many other issues but it would remain the same: it was an issue. She would just turn around and they would have this flirty banter that made her smile, her facial expression soft, no longer agitated, no longer was Antonio agitated as well. Good, they should be able to focus better.

Narcissa took off her jacket, threw it on one of the piles that stood in the corner and talked about the quirks. Basically stating she did not want to use it. Hers was camouflage after all, not that he knew but well it was something to say and she would not say it, she would just show him. She would be curious to his in a matter of minutes, but something had pulled a string in her thoughts and she wanted to try that out. So she disappeared, her skin and clothes taking over the background wall that she stood in front of. Making her look invisible. She had already decided that walking straight ahead to Antonio wouldn't be smart but then again, he did not move. He did nothing, he just looked around while he stood at the same spot. First, he would feel her hands on his shoulders, second, he would feel her lips on hers and if his eyes had not closed by then, he would slowly see the contour of her face, colouring it back in and her eyes looking at his before closing them and continue what she started. Pushing herself against him, wondering what he thought until their kissing stopped. She took immediately a few steps away when it was over. Biting her lip softly as to wonder what she should say. "That's my quirk." Invisibility, camouflage, at this point what was the difference.

"It is useful, but it isn't supporting my ability to fight." She tilted her head to the side and simply watched for a reaction.

Actually it was surprising, his reaction. Not to the standing still, not sure where to look but that he just accepted her lips on his. That he just held her and pulled her close and well yes, it was surprising. She showed herself, looking with her brown eyes at the man to see what he would do but she stepped away. Hands behind her back, leaning a bit forward in a coy manner to smile and laugh at him, she tried to hide. Very much so, saying it was useless and the like. She would have lost everything and she did with this quirk, so no matter how great it would be; it was never good enough.

She tilted her head and looked at Antonio, seeing what he said as he walked away from her to the storage boxes where she dropped her jacket. "It doesn't help when you are tied to a chair with duct tape, that doesn't turn invisible, only me and my clothes." She grumbled, the reminder of the prison break where she got captured as the woman that was meant a lot, or precious enough made her furious, she wasn't weak. She wasn't just an ambassador, she was daffodil. The smile disappeared from her face and her cold mask returned. Heaving up her chin a little as if she was not saying anything and she watched Antonio.

What did he mean fair is fair and she stepped forward to stop him as he moved the knife to cut him, no words, nothing, just her hands extended. What was he doing? She stopped though when he lowered his hand, showing her he was bleeding. Yes captain obvious, of course, you are! But the longer she looked at it, the sooner it seemed to be like it was knitting together, braiding his skin back together and she stared at it. She blinked like he did when she disappeared, the wound was gone. Just specks of blood around the wound and on the knife but that was it. "Regeneration?" And pretty rapid as well, that was something. She nodded, "You can't switch that off, can you? So you have the upper hand in our fight?" She tried to be silly, to be funny, poking out her tongue but still the bad thoughts of the prison were in her mind. "Well fight me." Maybe she could put her ego back in place by winning or tieing this match.

She took a standing position. Her left leg before her right, moving slightly through her knees to be able to move faster or be more agile but Antonio stopped her before she could be completely ready and she stared at him. "I don't think anyone would pay me good enough money if the only answer I have is fast regeneration." But apparently that answer wasn't satisfying enough. She raised her eyebrow and wasn't sure how serious she should take Antonio's panic, "You really are afraid I would just sell you out? Based on what?" She asked with a little huff and pointed at herself, holding her hand on her chest, "I came running to you and ya boy, when I got Bitch Doctor her identity. I asked you to protect me if Ishtar or Crowley ever figured out that I knew and did not tell them. What do you think of me?"

Did everyone think so low of her? Was she no one their friend and just an informant to everyone. She did not want to fight. She had been fighting everyone every day already, why... why did it always end up with that. "Why does everyone assume I will betray them. I did not betray anybody!" She felt it, shivers down her spine, why... why did people point at her all the time, why was it always her? She did not betray anybody, she did not let anyone down. They all let her down. She should go, go home, go away, this did not matter, there was nothing to do. It did not matter, she couldn't train, the anger going through her veins, her blood boiling. She would keep her cool mask on. It did not matter and nobody would matter but Narcissa. She was Narcissa, no surname, no other name but that or even better. She was Daffodil and no one would take that away from her.

She had said too much. She should have not said anything at all. Why did she talk to people? Why did she not just... get lost. It didn't change anything, it did not make up for anything. She felt lost, alone and betrayed. It did not matter, even if she misunderstood him. It did not change the fact that everyone will betray her in the end and they would all shift the blame to her. She looked away. She had not heard the words I trust you, in so long. And she was sure he wouldn't really think so, he did not trust her, which was exactly what she would realize weeks later, where he asked about pain in the strange cryptic chat. No one would ever really trust her. But for now, she just wrapped her arms around herself and looked away. "I don't want anything." She could not get anything, so she never wanted anything. She was okay with how he wanted to be paid, she might ask that favour in return once again but for now. He would just have nothing, she would just know his quirk and he did know hers. She did not even dare to say he could not give her information away to anyone either. He would anyway, whether that is Giovanni or someone she did not know, why even try to protect yourself. Why had she kissed him? But she was hurt and that would remain so.

She will shut it all away and just turn to look at him when it was over and they would train. She couldn't focus, it was exactly what her issue had been since her arrival in Japan. Should she just run at him and try to smack him. That would definitely be a mistake but she just wanted to hit someone so badly, no matter if she would cut him, he would heal again anyway. She turned her heel, moving quickly towards him in the speed that her quirk provided as well, before trying to hit him with her knee on his left hip. Fuck everyone, right?

She had to jump up and down when he caught her leg. See, too reckless. Too angry, too everything. She had to turn as he threw her and she felt a sort of tearing feeling in her leg as if it was going too far and she muttered a curse under her breath, but managed to catch herself and at least not fall too far. That meant she quickly got up again and would see what he would do, she was fast, but he covered the distance fast enough but she managed to get aside and let Antonio kick a piece of air where she had stood a few seconds ago. Stop it, she told herself, he had given her a compliment. He said he trusted her but she shouldn't fall for such talk. No one trusted her, they would all betray her because she was worth nothing, nothing at all. She would quickstep, take two steps and be behind him and hit him hopefully with a twist of her body, and with her food on the inside of his knee to make him stumble, especially because his other leg had just been or still was in the air to kick her. She missed her daggers, what she always used as a sort of cat claws. Being on tiptoes and acting like she was dancing, she would dance away from this man again to not get hit. But she was ready.

She was moving very quickly, this made her breathing faster and her chest going up and down quickly as she was trying to get in sync with her breathing. She brushed some lose hair strains away from her face as she watched him, with her brown eyes. If only she knew him better, if only they met under different circumstances. But unfortunately her life was one lie and she would never belong anywhere anyway.

She felt that, trying to harden her abs but that did not help. She should definitely try and train with that a bit more. She felt like she was bruising every time he touched her and she had to fight against this. How could she do anything good. Trying to back down did not work very well. She quickly had done that but turned around and quickly ran to him and made a jump. Wrapping her legs just above his hips and holding his hand between her body and her arms. Trying to pull him down with her weight, trying to move her weight in her back and trying to pull this man down. They would fall on the floor and though that would mean she would fall quite harshly on her back which meant that she would let go of Antonio again. For heaven's sake, her body was so weak, how did she do this before? How in hells bells has she been a pro-hero? Barbados sucked, she did.

She looked up at him, "I don't think I have much more in my arsenal to fight you with." But she was doing okay, she had at least not collapsed on the first two tries, so that was something. She was just tired of feeling like a piece of shit. Well at least no one knew her past, she looked at his body, because well it was really close by that he was shirtless, so what should she say, apart from get off me.

Narcissa, she blushed a little when admitting that she lost, only looked at him surprised when he smiled at her. What did he- oh. She did not say anything, she did not get the chance when she felt his passionate kiss and she was surprised. She had yelled at him, she swore he didn't trust her and that he would think she would betray him, but he didn't think that and she softly made an approving sound. Touching his skin with the tip of her own fingers before moving in his hair and just letting it happen.

She had let go of him with her legs but suddenly it boiled up in the pit of her stomach and she laughed. "Then give me some tips later. Tell me what I can do better and the like." She meant the fight but it could also with her kisses, that he did not stop and he held her now a little better and well this floor became a little more comfortable. She did not hate him and she wondered if he knew that if this and those kisses were clear enough. She bit on his lip, "I don't hate you, I am sorry if it sounded like that." She wanted to make sure he knew and she did not know why. She should push and pull away because if she would accept him, when would he hurt her? It was going to happen, she had told him that she was afraid and what if he was untrustworthy. But she wanted him to trust her and remain to do so.