Unplanned Secrets (Yaly)

[ADRYAN]

Adryan tapped his fingers impatiently against the wooden edge of his desk as he stared avidly at the clock. The second hand ticked on painfully slow as the minute hand seemed to refuse to move at all. He knew he should be paying attention to what was being assigned for homework, but he just didn’t care to be honest- not at that moment. His head had been practically waterlogged with thoughts over the past few days and he was feeling like another library trip was in order. However he would not be returning for the same reason as he had on that fateful morning. No, lately it was bothering him that he had so little control over his element and his classes weren’t exactly helping with that. Both of his parents could do it effortlessly, but the trait had just seemed to skip him. In fact he hardly harbored any power at all, unless threatened. His fingers continued to do their impatient dance as his eyes remained glued to the clock on the wall above the chalkboard. He perked up as he watched the minute hand tick forward closer to the end of class hour. His fingers stopped tapping and so did his blinking. Another minute passed and he angled himself with his hand on his messenger school bag, ready to book it the minute the bell sounded. Tick, one more minute to go. Adryan tapped his foot all the more impatiently as he held his breath against irritation while he watched the second hand make its last round around the clock.

The bell rang more than satisfactorily as Adryan slung the strap to his bag over his shoulder and was out of the classroom faster than anyone else. He received odd looks for it too, but he wasn’t about to pay that any attention- he had places to go. While fighting the thick throng of student in the hallways, Adryan let his mind wander once again. It had so suddenly become so important that he get a grasp on his element. In fact he’d never had so much motivation to do so in his life until now. It was strange really but at least he now understand why- at least a little bit more than he had before. All thanks to him, he thought with a melancholic mental tone. Really he should thank his newest friend, for that’s what he was to him even if the boy didn’t quite think so- he really didn’t know. It was hard to make such an impression on Adryan but this one certainly had. He doubted anyone else could top such a meeting, he thought with a chuckle at the odd moment that had acquainted the male to Adryan. Alas, life was full of surprises.

Entering the library, the sixteen year old harpy made a beeline for the back of the room where he knew the books he sought out would be. He liked to remain in the back of library as that was where all the educational books were contained, which meant that he would hardly be bothered by another soul. Silently he set his bag down on a circular table hidden narrowly behind a large section of bookshelves. He took off his black jacket as well and laid it over the back of an empty chair- leaving himself clad in a thin white button up shirt and gray jeans. Stretching before beginning his research, Adryan scanned the titles looking for things such as “wind element” or “harpy talents”, anything that would really give him an in depth description on his nature. Oddly enough he hardly knew that side of his being as he had always kept quietly to himself in his human disguise. His parents hadn’t much tried to explain things to him either.

Rolling his eyes at the irony of the situation, Adryan put his hands on his hips and squinted at a narrow book hidden between two monstrous tomes. It read “Wind-Based Races”. Shrugging and thinking that it was worth a short, Adryan wiggled and pulled the book free so that he could flip through the index. The content titles seemed relative to what he was looking for, so with a light expression he opened to a random page and started backing up towards his solitary table. However he didn’t get very far as a few inattentive backwards steps had him walking smack-dab right into someone else. His eyes widened as he furtively turned on his heal- his apologies already tumbling off of his tongue.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking!”

[SEKTO]

Yaly was walking through the library, collecting books to read from various shelves. She loved violent books and historical novels, and had just grabbed the Romance of the Three Kingdoms off of the shelf, a favorite of hers because of the many tough heroes from that time. She was thumbing through the pages of the book, more looking at the illustrations than anything else, and wasn't paying attention to where she was going. It was far too easy for her to get lost in her books, which made it doubly frustrating when she enjoyed the bad surprise of stumbling into someone without paying attention. She did just this, thumping head first into Adryan as he walked through the halls.

Books clattered to the floor, Yaly's hair was messed and she had just had a guy walk right into her. She took a few seconds to overcome the surprise. "You..." Surprise turned to indignant anger as Yaly's hands flashed out and grabbed the front of the poor boy's shirt, pulling him further into the back of the library then turning him and slamming his back into a shelf of books, pinning the poor kid. Yalya's anger fueled her muscles as she held the guy. "You watch where you're going you stupid little..." She found her self unable to finish the sentence, staring angrily at the youth as her eyes took in every detail of his face, his hair, his posture, his expression. She was analyzing her prey.

[ADRYAN]

Adryan internally cringed when he heard the girls books fall to the floor, the noise bouncing of every nearby bookshelf and echoing. Nothing good ever came out of making someone else drop their books, hell he even got annoyed when he did it to himself. Another eave of apologies were on the tip of his tongue and when he went to open his mouth to speak them all that came out was a cry of surprise. It had happened so fast. In one instant he was perfectly safe in the middle of the walkway and in the next he had the girls firm grip on his shirt and his back shoving into a secluded bookcase. The protruding shelves hit at least three spots on his spine as it made contact, making a whoosh of breath knock clean out of him- his eyes widening at such a violent reaction. Jesus all he'd done was accidentally walk into her!

"Like I said I'm sor-" he tried to apologies again, his hands coming up in total surrender. He'd never been in a fight in his life and he really wasn't planning on starting now- especially since he barely had any control over his own element and with a girl he had no idea of class or race. However when the words 'you stupid little' came out of her mouth, Adryan narrowed his gaze. He didn't take kindly to any type of bullying whatsoever- his own or others.

"Now look here. It was a goddamn accident and I apologized. There's no need for that kind of language." He interrupted and brought his hands down to tug at the hem of his shirt, hoping to dislodge her grip. He was probably playing with fire but her words had touched a nerve. Adryan, while lacking in most social techniques, prided himself on being a very intelligent individual. The 'little' part didn't bother him so much though seeing as he was only five foot seven and in his opinion, that wasn't really tall. Average perhaps, but not tall.

[SEKTO]

"Cute." Yaly continued to hold Adryan, the cheek of him! He was standing up for himself while being bullied. Quite admirable but always futile. Yaly decided there was only one course of action to be taken here. She turned her body, using the rotation and a sudden upward thrust of her knee. Her goal was to wind the upstart, just to prove her point to him. Yaly wanted this boy to know that she's in charge, that she's the predator and he's pray. She's the lord and he is the servant. His role is to bow and take her abuse, nothing more and nothing less. It was how she liked it and she wasn't going to let this boy change that just now.

Her goal was to make him cringe, to drop to his knees, to knock the breath out of him and show him how powerless she could leave him and she knew this would do it just fine. She leaned in slowly to Adryan, whispering to him. "One. More. Sorry." That's all she wanted from this poor boy, and she grinned at him as she whispered the words, letting go and stepping back. after throwing out her blow and delivering her somewhat polite request, all things considered.

[ADRYAN]

Cute was all he received from the girl as she started to turn away from him. For the slightest instance he thought that his words had actually worked and she was backing off from him. After all, who got so worked up over an accidental collision anyway? Well, besides the homicidal students he attended school with. Yet Adryan didn't move so much more than as to blink before the girl's small knee made near-perfect contact with the point just below his diaphragm, successfully knocking the wind clean out of him. Most people drop to their knees and although his did buckle, the way he was leaning against the bookshelves was enough support for him to steady his hands on as he fought against the painful cringe. He was no stranger to losing his wind because of some sort of physical contact and as his lungs seized for the air he was having trouble taking in Adryan heard her voice ask him, no, tell him for one more sorry.

The white/blond haired boy held a hand up to his chest as the first breath of air finally made its way through the struggle. His chest burned but the replenished supply felt too good to allow for any coughing, even as it nagged at his throat. He glared at her through his heavy breathing and had half a mind to give her a very non-verbal sign with his hand to tell her exactly what he thought about her little request. To be so successful at walking into her meant that he wasn't the only one who hadn't been paying attention. However, Adryan had never quite learned to truly stand up for himself and her actions already spoke volumes of her willingness to fight. Despite his race, he just wasn't going to give into that sort of reaction- even if his blood did crave for it.

So swallowing what little pride he did have, Adryan cleared his throat to ease the burning of an impending cough and said, "I'm sorry." once more. However his tone was icy and he still fixed her with a glare that said everything that his tongue wasn't. If only he'd learned to let go of his composure he might have said more, or even done more to defend himself. Yet this was just not who he was.

[SEKTO]

Yaly made not of the stare, cowardice or self control? The two could be interchangeable since Yaly had simply proved herself his physical superior. She had gotten that one more sorry she wanted out of the boy and that's what counts. She saw how easily she had winded him, how easily he would relent. Something about that made her grin a new, more devious grin. There they were, in the back of the library, him leaning on the book case and Yaly before him. Something in her stirred and she looked at him, wheezing and sore and submitting but still wanting to fight. Something about that reminded Yalya of herself, something inside her rustled its feathers and stretched slightly before fading back to sleep, but sending ripples throughout her psyche.

Yalya grinned and leaned in closer to Adryan. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" She softly put a hand on Adryan's cheek, feeling his skin against her palm. Her hand had a strange roughness to it, a course, calloused feel not befitting a feminine hand like hers. It spoke volumes of her activities, of her time in the dojo and the gymnasium. "I'm sure you deserve a reward though, like a good boy." She didn't call him little this time, though she certainly demonstrated a degree a physical superiority that, at least in Yaly's mind, justified her previous statement.

She grinned, thinking of how to "Reward" this person. She figured the best way was something that'd stick with him, since something told Yaly she'd see this boy quite often. Yaly moved like quicksilver, a fast and fluid motion but as silently as possible, lowering herself to her haunches before Adryan and quickly pulling his belt open, she grinned up at him as she pulled his trousers zipper down, eyes filled with a mix of excitement and a strange malice. "Now don't make a noise, or you'll get in trouble for doing these things to a poor innocent girl like me." She emphasized trouble, hoping he'd remember both where he was as well as the show of brute physicality Yaly had shown him earlier, moving one hand to hip and giving a somewhat forceful push to keep Adryan pinned to the wall as she quickly moved a hand into his clothes.