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So weird how that word sounded menacing, considering how monotonously Anna had spoke it. He blamed the sudden tighten of the body around, the thump thump of blood that rang through his ears as it's coils squeezed him. He let out an ungracious moan, before jaws suddenly locked together to prevent another pained grunt.
He wriggled again, dare he say it, like a trapped rat. But it hadn't worked earlier, so why would it work now? "So this is finally your answer? You'd kill me for him?" There was a tinge of hurt that managed to slip through, but he counted it as one of his talents. They probably wouldn't even notice, better yet, think it was just an elaborate act. "I thought we were friends Nana, do you really want to kill me?"
Fernando made no attempts to silence Azel. Dead men tell no tales. The raven haired delinquent was carving out his own tombstone. If only Anna would oblige. But, playing right into Azel’s hands, Fernando would have to spare him. It would be incriminating on his part but he could twist the lie into his favor. If anyone knew Fernando, it was Anna, which would ultimately be his edge over her reason when it came to lying. Deceiving her was simply too easy as long as he remained in character.
“She won’t kill you for me,” it was a lie. “Because you won’t die, today.” Honestly, Fernando had no idea just how far Anna would go. Push had turned into shove and Anna was caught in a hard place. So he’d play it off, erect with confidence and pretending as if he knew her better than she did. He could always blame her, reinforce that she was weak and didn’t have the guts. It would work for him, empower him, and consolidate his strength over her.
“Release him.”
Fernando wouldn’t have to explain why. However, giving that he was the puppeteer, making him the smartest of the three, he motioned toward the barista peeking over the order counter. This wasn’t the first time they had roughed someone else in public but even they knew they had a line.
Anna had yet to hear the satisfying snap of bone-- it had been her goal. To hold power over another, to watch and listen to them bend uncontrollably; she had kept the desire hidden, while it took the chance to wait for the perfect opportunity. It just so happened-
'Release him.'
The words caught her by surprise. It was enough to say that Azel wouldn't die, but the immediate command was...disappointing, to say the least. Her face was flushed, not from embarrassment, but from the display of aggression foreign to the role she upheld.
"Tighter."
Anna would find herself repeating the words to the all-too-eager serpent, much to her horror. She hadn't cared about the barista. She hadn't cared if she left a mess for the strays to clean. She hadn't cared that she disobeyed a direct order.
Dangerous, for her.
Lafayette had not hesitated to continue on his mission to wring the life out of his human victim. He would find himself just as disappointed as his owner, though, when the woman would finally listen to her senses.
"Let."
The word carried reluctance, tension, and every other form of irritation and frustration Anna had been feeling. The serpent paused, taking one last furtive glance at its now former victim before unraveling, quickly returning to its trainer's side. Both carried an equal air of deceased excitement, each of them staring at Fernando. Only Anna could carry the question with her look, though. Surely he had seen it before.
He hadn't been sure whether his eyes bulged at the surprise from her command, or the increase pressure on his midriff. He let out a half-hearted snarl, the relief he had felt when Fernando gave the command had placed him in momentary ease, only to be snatched away when it seemed Anna had made her own decision. His hopes for Anna were dutifully flushed down the toilet, by the very person he had tried to look out for. He didn't have to tell Anna about his own motives, not after this incident. Funny how things like that worked. But he considered it a small victory, in his moment of dying pride, he got her to disobey. That was bonus points to him.
When he was released, there was a moment of salvation, and then a rather painful new revelation. Having been constricted for so long, his legs had gone numb. As a result, he fell face first to the nearest flimsy table, rolled off it, and then onto the ground. "Ow, my dick." He muttered ungraciously, wincing as he waited for the feeling to go back to his legs.
He suppose he deserved it, getting in between the two. He was never one to resist temptation.
Anna had never been one for complete obedience. Fernando had settled for compulsory fear tactics to keep her in place but even those paled during heated moments. The stupid girl thought with her emotions rather than her brain. Her questioning eyes would be ignored, she knew what she needed to, nothing more. Such was the life of a troublesome woman.
“Anna we were just leaving.”
This wasn’t an order. An order could be ignored. She would be coming one way or another. He’d reiterate it just so she knew.
“Now.”
A snap of his fingers made it obvious who was going to enforce the command. If Anna didn’t follow then K2 would make her, or K, or Q. Always a surprise with the boss.
“Goodbye.”
This time his voice had been directed at the fallen Azel. Punk had served his use and now it was time for him to be discarded: Business Management 101.
The Serperior would retreat in a quick flash of light before Anna replaced the pokeball in its proper place, the sudden vulnerability falling on her head once more. She would really have to invest in keeping one of the beasts out more.
Fernando's next command was met with no hesitation-- she would have to make up for her own fluke, along with her tragic mistake.
It was going to be a rough night, that was assured.
Anna spared the second glance at Azel; seeing him fall, immovable but alive, was enough. She hadn't killed him-- she should have been happy to see her alive.
Unfortunately, her competent side told her to finish the job.
She wasn't one to let things go so easily.
Unless it was a command.
Departing would leave a sour, bitter taste in her mouth for a while, she knew that already.
"Yes sir."
The response was a bit late, but at least she was following, quite aware of the consequences if she refused.
Anna didn't need to say a word to Azel. Her actions had shown enough.
He let out a soft chuckle, too soft for the pair that left to hear. He was much too used to that word by now, even more so Fernando than knew, or would ever know. How numb he felt for that word, it had lost it's meaning a long time ago, and it wasn't a story he was ever inclined to tell.
It was only when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. His Kecleon stood by his head, looking as concerned as a Kecleon could. "I didn't think you'd stay this long." Was all he said as he slowly got up, legs groaning in protest as he limped out of the cafe.