Tedious Work (Open)

She was mad, definitely mad. Crazy and livid as the word would say for her and she had even taken a breather as she said at work. Obviously, she did not, she had other things to do and they let her go, such a strange sensation what happened, obviously, they let her, not knowing that Narcissa was the one that had put the whole government upside down. She quickly put her hair up and managed to slip the helmet over her hair and head and stepped onto her motorcycle. She got so mad at this guy, seriously, asshole. She was going to say it, she had texted Giovanni with what shit information Antonio needed, her minions doing the work for her and tracking where his phone was, was a piece of cake so she speeded towards that. God this guy, seriously, how... uugggh she would scream in her helmet but the only one who would get ringing ears would be she herself. Hallelujah, why was he on the other side of town. She was everything but happy, with how everything went so slowly and so everything it was horrible. Narcissa knew she had to work on it, she swore that her patience was getting better and then this happened and he asked her... seriously she wasn't even an informant. Well thank god he did not make the mistake, the big big big mistake to ask Kyoko because Narcissa would have called him and screamed in his face to never show his face around her anymore. She took a deep breath for as far as possible as she was driving and she would just focus on the road. Here she had to take the crossroad to the left and just drive on till she was at the end of the road, take a right and she would find a stupid road restaurant. Why would you even eat there... gross.

She had not told Giovanni why she wanted the info, she had only said to prove a point and to help in their partnership. She wasn't sure if Giovanni himself was entirely happy with Antonio but Narcissa had no intention to ask. Not her business and it wasn't going to be her business so she did not care. She wanted to... no wait, she was going to count to ten and calm down instead of thinking how she wanted to slap his cheek and yell at him. She took another deep breath and wished she could listen to music or something in her helmet instead of focusing on her thoughts. Soon she would be promoted, she was sure of it and it was fine with the slowness as it was going now, meant she could kiss up to Tomio a little more and flirt and just think about how to make it better but she was so, so tired about it. Finally she reached the place, having this magical moment she pulled her helmet off and let her long caramel coloured hair drop down and fall over her shoulders, she shook her head, made sure she looked fine with her blouse, jacket and black leather jeans and got off with an elegance swing off her leg. She dropped though her helmet in the trunk of that thing in a terrifying way that the guys who stared at her felt a shiver going down her spine. Ugh why were there so many people here while it was morning, get to work or something disgusting vermin. She slung her shoulder back easily over her right shoulder and held on to it with her left hand before waltzing into the restaurant. Dis-freaking-gusting.

But the only pretty sight to see albeit he looked disgruntled and maybe annoyed and tired was Antonio. God she rolled her eyes at the idea. As he wasn't paying attention to her, she could easily do what she wanted. She used her quirk so her pumps wouldn't make a sound on the floor as she stepped forward, she had indeed not swapped her shoes from the office to driving a motor: that's how angry she got. She with the utmost silence got the envelope out of her canvas bag and took it in her right hand before slamming it, albeit not that loud, on the table that Antonio occupied. "You are very welcome." Narcissa said, obviously sarcastic before turning around, her feet again visible, and her heels making the staccato sound on the floor as she walked away just as briskly as she had come in.

He was even more infuriating than she realized. But that was it, right? It did not matter, to no one she did matter. She was just annoying, tedious, irritating, painful and a waste of time. She knew that. She was just pretty and that was all she was good for. Right, why did she think for one day that she could make a better life in Japan? Really why? She was nothing, sit and be pretty. She was not, she should not... it did not matter. She did not have ears for anything or anyone else. She felt it, she was angry as a facade to stop it but it hurt her, it hurt her when she thought that she meant something to them, to anyone, not just a toy or a convenient moment or person or whatever. It was always the same right? She was exotic, interesting, she was smart and nice to see, but was there anyone that would care? She remembered that conversation in the garden when she was just Narcissa King, no one else, no expectations just a moment of true honesty and she wished that it could be her life. But it could not and it would never be again. Narcissa King was dead, long live the King. Ha, word play. She almost reached her motor cycle. Almost wondered if she throw her shoes in and try to find her boots, but she knew they weren't in the trunk, they were at the office. How had she managed to just drive here on heels?

No one should see her like this. She would get spots of mascara on her cheeks if she continued this way. It was tiring and it was humiliating. She just wanted to crawl behind the mechanical machine and weep. No one cared. But she heard someone's footsteps, ready to smack someone that she did not know for coming to close to her, she heard Antonio and stopped. Moving her eyes away from looking at the gravel of the parking lot, she turned to look over her shoulder. He wouldn't notice, she convinced herself, because he did not care, he rather had Sonya for information and soon he would rather have Kyoko or whatever another informant would come along. But there was a tear in her left eye, on the brink of dropping on her cheek. "What?" She asked a little shrill, why did she keep giving him stuff without paying? Why was she so weak?

She couldn't look anywhere else as Antonio held her chin very softly and moved it up to make her look at him. Surely, her eyes could look away but Narcissa looked to find his green ones. She brushed a strain of hair behind her ear very quickly and she looked away for the reason that she saw how tired he looked. The dark blue spots underneath his normal flawless skin, it wasn't entirely fair. Had he been looking all night instead of asking her? When did it started? She had normally not many hours of sleep as the Garden of Whispers was her free time but still... she wasn't alone. She did not want to talk to him, she did not want him to see her like that. He would think her more annoying, he would only push her away even more, she knew it. They always did, god she wanted to go home, she wished she could go home. Barbados meant everything to her, but she couldn't. Never ever would Narcissa King be able to return to Barbados. It all felt like a heavy weight and she did not want to take it, she was so tired, why did it not stop? Why was she like this? Let's... let's destroy Narcissa King. She wished she had no feelings at all.

Her eyes finally looked back in his green ones as he got her attention with his one word. It was still silent between them after that, she did not say anything, his eyes left hers and yet he still held her chin. "Nothing, it doesn't matter. I am sorry I ruined your breakfast." Or anything else for that matter, they should have never met right? Everyone their live would be better if she wasn't in it. She wondered if those people back in Barbados would still have been alive if that was the case? She did lean into his touch, she wanted someone to care for her or find her smart or funny or pretty or... was it so much to ask to get those compliments from people she talked to instead of strangers on the street? That only stared as if she was like some goddess, she would like to think so as her vanity talked but it did not make her feel well at moments like these. What else to expect, she was tired, she wanted it to stop. "Let-let me order you a new one, I will apologize, they will probably serve you again."

She felt a shiver going down her spine when he said her name. So tired and so sincere and she felt horrible for pulling him through this. She looked away, she never really thought someone would say that she was more important than what was on the other side of the scale, heck not even breakfast. She was just always there, always wrong words but most of all; always wrong time, wrong place. Always that, for sure and she felt it, it felt so cold within her. She had always said she would never forgive them, those that did this to her and look at what path she was walking down now, but she was the one who did it too. She took the job, she had not done it well, she had made matters worse, it wasn't fair to be banished but... but nothing. It would never change. There was nothing to change anymore after all.

"It's stupid. I don't want to annoy you anymore." That's what she managed to say, she was annoying everyone right. Pushing Sonya off, maybe that's why she was invited to the Philipines, to see Kyoko take her job. She was sent on finding a good doctor because there were no good doctors. What was she to everyone? Probably a tool that worked still but how long would it take before she would fall, got dropped and replaced. "I understand though, don't worry." She understood very well why everyone hated her or found her annoying. She was just that, use her once, use her twice but eventually, you would become bored with the exotic factor and her temperament, it was fine. But she couldn't resist as he held her cheek so softly, so gentle that she would lean into it. She doubted he liked her, they were bickering a lot, she was just convenient to him, right? But he followed with surprising her by holding her and she nuzzled closer. Stop it. Her brain said, her voice didn't follow. Stop doing this, it will only come back to betrayal in the end, as it always did. But she let him, she didn't push, she didn't do anything but just be closer. His forehead against hers meant that she could not avoid his gaze and she could not nod as he asked her if she wanted to talk in the car. No.. no she shouldn't say yes, there was nothing to talk about, just pay his food and leave, motorcycle and all or go by foot you idiot, but her brain again didn't get to chose. So she followed, her arrogance wasn't visible, but still, it was somewhat there. "I am just wasting your time Antonio. I got upset because you did not ask me, you wanted to ask Sonya, why is everyone always looking at her? Is she that much of a genius? So pretty? She is on my nerves more often than not, with her attitude. I just..." She looked to her hands as she was sitting on the passenger seat. "I feel like I can do nothing compared to her, so should we-I mean should I stop trying to have this partnership with you and Giovanni?"

Not annoying him? Ha. And people called her a liar. She did not understand why the words soothed her and infuriated her or what emotion she felt the most, probably the first as she kept her mouth shut and said nothing and just stood there, while he held her. She did not want to answer, she did not want to say the words out loud that she understood that she was infuriating, angry all the time and everything but no one would know. She could not be this new her if she would tell people, after all, why would they care, why would they wonder. He felt like the person she saw the most, the person she could talk to and every time again it was like a slash or a stab when he used that chat and asked for other people. She did not know either why she was almost constantly waiting for Antonio to talk to her. She had much better things to do, thank you very much. She let him take her to the car where she would sit, strictly on her seat, hands on her lap, fiddling with it, with her own skin, with the fabric of her clothing, just everything to not make matters worse or talk bad or look at Antonio. It was stupid, she didn't get it and she did not want to learn what it meant, cuz it did not matter at all.

She looked a little at him, from the corner of her eyes as she was just blurting out what she felt. She wasn't sure if he spoke the truth, no one ever did, right? So how was she not wasting his time, he threw his breakfast away because of her, he had a job to do and she bothered him with her snippy behaviour. She should not have come. She wasn't sure if she liked white lies, they were still lies in the end. She also did not know why Antonio said Sonya wasn't pretty, because obviously she was. She finally really looked at him, when the matter of his previous request came back. "If you say so." She decided to say because why else have an informant, right? If you bump into a dead end you ask your informant? Did she see the job wrong entirely and was that annoying her or making her more annoying?

She nodded, fiddling with her hands and just not answering, what was there to say, she wasn't sure if she agreed and what she should think about all the words. "Thanks." But she remained quiet after that. Should she still offer to pay his breakfast and leave? That might be for the best.

How could she believe him? People lied to make them come off better. She did not like the concept of a white lie. Just do not lie and everything would be better but not everyone did understand that. She did not say anything. She just did not want him to hate her, that was it, right? But it was obvious that people were doing so and there would be the inevitable point where she would be hated by him. She could better make her mindset towards that and yet, she could not help but say thank you. But what happened next, changed her physically, with how she sat there looking just at her lap and just sitting, nothing else, as well as her mind... what did he say?

Very quickly Narcissa looked up, her brown hair falling in front of her eyes, so badly that she had to push it aside and her brown eyes were widened as she looked at him. There was a conflict going on where she wanted to tell him to take that back, to not talk to her like that and to just... shut up. But why? Why would he want her to stay and what would she say? There were too many questions at this point that she did not know what to do about it herself and she just opened her mouth but no words followed, "I have to- I have to go to work again." Right, not exactly what she meant to say. She wanted to ask him what he meant with leave, leave now? Never? Ever? God, so many things would have been so much easier if she had a time machine. Was there a person with a time influence quirk? Should she have looked for that? Okay stop being so desperate, "I mean, I meant to ask, what do you mean?" They could not stay here, after all, they both had work, so... leave how?

He moved sideways to her and she looked up and wanted to ask him "Wha-" What now, but there were no words because she couldn't finish it as he kissed her. She had not expected that which was a sound he could hear but she was not a hundred per cent against it. It was so soft, so different from normal that she had no idea what it meant. Her eyes just trying to see what he was doing but all that happened was that she did not look him in the eyes and just stared at him, her lips still pouted as he broke the kiss and she looked at him, not entirely understanding. She closed her eyes shortly, leaning against his hand that held her cheek and she smiled softly. It was strange, she always felt safe when he was around. It was a feeling she wasn't allowed to feel though, which was the sad part. She could not tell him that, she did not want to tell him that, she did not want to hurt him. She did not get it though, she had no idea what he meant, she only said she would have to go to work but he kissed her and now what? That was her previous question too but now it was even more confusing.

She scooted a little closer, oblivious to what he wanted, oblivious to what it meant more than it normally did. "Maybe-Maybe I have a little more time left. Before I have to go back." Softly she replied, it felt like a hush-hush situation in the car as if nothing else existed out there. His hand left her cheek and she turned to look at him, holding his hand and moving it to touch her skin, very carefully, very softly. She even looked at what she was doing before looking up back at him, in his green eyes. She was being stupid was she not?