One shots

Aching soul

Warning: I could not for the life of me be bothered enough to read through this so there's going to mistakes. Honestly I'm knackered I just wanna sleep sorry but enjoy!

"À la folie."- Unknown.

They say there's a sense of serenity and comfort in the bittersweet. Well at the very least it was what was told to her. Aiko twisted her hair up securing it with one of the hair tie she kept around her wrist. The messy bun atop her head attempted to control the tumbling locks that were her hair. Her way of preparing herself to protect her broken heart. Her hair was her favourite part of her. A mix of rustic copper and orange it glowed. It was a startling contrast to her coloured skin tone and the slant of her eyes. She was the perfect combination of a Japanese loving father and a crazy Irish mother.

Taking her phone out her back pocket she messaged Thea knowing well enough she would be waiting inside Xyrus by her side as he watched the asshole get himself killed. And on a normal day where she would have had questioned why Xyrus cared due to his lack of empathy, she knew he always had his back. Granted Nathaniel was one of the best but fighting consecutively for a week would take a toll on anyone. Even if you're the greatest MMA fighter of the gym. He may be a pro at that but to Aiko he was the stupidest idiot there ever was. And while a sane person in her situation would have questioned what the hell she was doing here she wasn't that person anymore. Or maybe it was the slight feeling of warmth she still felt for him against all rational notions that fuelled her everyday actions.

Shaking off the unwanted tears and stinging pain in her heart. She was bigger than this. Than her past no matter how much he had done before delivering the final blow that would kill her she walked into the lions den. The first running thought in her head was how over dressed she was. By that she meant the lack of clothing every other girl had in the room with either their butts or boobs hanging out. Sometimes both trying to find someone to latch onto if they hadn't already. Even their faces were caked, to the pint she was sure that if they were to be hit across the face it would act as a protection barrier. She tried not to laugh at the thoughts in her head. Maybe it was just simply that she would never fit in. She was sure he had made that clear. The self doubt set in like stone.

She stayed close to the walls. Today being the last day she wanted to deal with the groping hands of perverted men that were probably already drunk and the deathly glares of women that she felt would be seconds away from clawing out her eyes. But then maybe what she was wearing wasn't helping her case. Black blocked heel boots that were inches shorter than the stripper heels she saw them balancing in. Denim short shorts accessorised with a thick black belt sculpting out her hips while attempting to contain her ass. The jacket buttoned up falling off an shoulder acting as her top. She could feel the cold air as it breathed down the gaps, hardening her nipples. Her hands were adorned with rings and three mix matched necklaces of gold and silver adorned her neck, accentuating her collar bones and valley of her breasts. Even now she wore his necklace. Wondering through she saw the back of the head of a familiar built white haired boy. She wondered if they would recognise her.

Like a true Phoenix she had risen.

"Xyrus."

Her voice was firmer than she expected. Mentally she patted herself on the back for being so strong. He glanced at her nodding, no words spoken. Clearly showing his lack of anticipation at her arrival. Thea rolled her eyes at him after glaring at him because of his inhospitality  towards her. She swatted him on the chest and in return he grabbed her hand stealing a kiss from her, eyes trained on what was happening in the cage. His face remained blank as he pulled her closer tucking her into his side.

"Ignore him."

She was trying to put her at ease. But nothing fazed her anymore. Not his unnerving looks or the discomfort she felt from having never fitting into what the three were. She was numb. Numb was good.