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Crime of Passion

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Chapter One

 

“Get back here you little thief!”

Laughing from the adrenaline rush, Akko pushed herself to run faster, the wallet she had just nabbed remaining tight in her clutches.

"You can't catch me!" she hollered behind her, her glee increasing as the man chasing after her gradually fell behind.

Akko vaulted over a small wall before she was outside the park boundary, zipping across the street and dodging traffic like a pro. Living on the streets for so long made things just like this second nature, after all.

Darting into an alley, Akko finally came to a stop, leaning heavily against the wall of a building as she caught her breath. She was unable to engage in her spoils, however, as the wail of sirens quickly approached. Akko grinned, her eyes glinting upon seeing the police car pull up on the street beside her.

“Stop right there!” one cop ordered upon getting out of the driver’s side and pointing at Akko.

After making sure the wallet was stashed securely inside her hoodie pocket, Akko spun on her heel and darted off down the alley.

“Catch me if you can!” she taunted again, giggling with mirth as a second cop bolted from the passenger’s side to pursue her.

Akko knew these back alleys by heart, however, so the thundering of two pairs of footsteps behind her didn’t cause her to fret in the slightest. She knew that, given time, she would eventually lose them.

Upon turning into a particular alleyway, however, Akko skidded to a halt upon seeing another police car blocking her escape, an all too familiar and imposing figure looming by the street entrance and waiting for her.

“Crap! Chief Finneran!” Akko shrieked before quickly backpedalling and turning yet another corner. She couldn’t hear the two cops from before anymore so she slowed her pace to allow herself to think of her best means of escape. Still, the thrill never left her.

“Miss Kagari! Stop right this instant!” the stern voice of the police chief echoed after her.

“Yeah right,” Akko grumbled with a roll of her eyes. While she saw running from the cops as a sort of game—though it was more of a hobby, honestly—Chief Finneran was the final boss she knew to stay away from.

All of Akko’s previous run-ins with the woman had taught her well.

“Crap!” Akko exclaimed once more upon seeing she had miscalculated somewhere. Her latest turn had led her to an alley with a tall chain link fence separating her from her freedom this time.

Akko recalled her last attempt to scale it, and her tailbone began to tingle from the haunting memory.

Though with the resuming sound of duo footfalls, Akko knew she didn’t have much choice. Another fall was nothing compared to the sure wrath of Finneran, or another overnight in jail.
The two cops from the beginning rounded the corner before coming to a halt, and though their caps obscured their faces, Akko could see their grins. A similar look formed on her own lips as Akko simply stuck her tongue out at them.

“Watch this!”

Taking off at breakneck speed, Akko leapt at the fence before beginning to clamor up it haphazardly. Not even halfway up however, she felt a tug on the leg of her pants. Huffing, Akko looked down and into familiar green eyes that were flashing in amusement.

“You really want to fall on your ass again, Akko?”

Akko groaned before letting her face fall against the cool metal of the fence.

“Shut up, Croix.”

The cop, Croix, just chuckled before stepping back from the fence and holding out her arms. “Need a hand?”

Begrudgingly, Akko accepted, and let herself fall into the waiting arms below her. Before the purple-haired woman could mock her anymore though, Akko broke free of the bridal carry, landing on her feet with a “hmph.”

“It’s not like you to choose this alley as your escape,” Croix pointed out. “You’re getting sloppy.”

“It’s not my fault Finneran showed up and spooked me,” Akko rebutted. “You know how much that woman hates me. Why’d she get called in anyway?”

“Perhaps because she knows it’s you we’re dealing with, and of our…incompetency when it comes to apprehending you,” the second cop finally spoke up with a gentle laugh.

Akko just smiled warmly at the second woman before closing the short distance between them with a hug and laugh of her own.

“I can’t help that you became so taken with me,” she jabbed playfully.

“Yeah, Chariot, what a great cop you are, falling for the little delinquent we’re always supposed to catch,” Croix joined in as well.

“Hush, the both of you,” Chariot huffed before pulling Akko back and trying to fix her with her hardest look. “Now, Akko, you know Croix and I love you and favor you, but this is the third time this week that we’ve been called for something you’re involved in. If we don’t show up with you in handcuffs, we need to report back with something.”

“And it’s only Thursday,” Croix piped up, which earned her a half-hearted glare from her redheaded counterpart.

Akko immediately deflated when the conversation took a turn south, shoulders slouching and hands fisting around the wallet in her pocket.

“It’s been a rough week,” she mumbled, kicking at the ground beneath her in hopes to earn her more pity points. “I’m grasping at straws here.”

“What keeps happening to the money Croix and I give you each month?”

Akko folded in even more on herself. “I owe some people…”

Chariot sighed and squeezed Akko’s shoulder. “Akko… Please tell me it’s not the Rebels again.”

“Okay, I won’t…”

When Chariot simply sighed once more, Croix chuckled lightly before taking her turn.

“Akko, why do you keep bothering with them? You don’t really want to be a part of them, do you?”

“I don’t know,” Akko continued to mumble. “Sometimes I think it’d be nice to belong to something like that, but then I know that I’m just not cut out for it. I mean, you both know I already feel bad for having to steal and pickpocket, even though I put on a good show; I couldn’t join a gang with a good conscience…”

“Then why do you keep giving money to them?”

“B-Because Amanda keeps tricking me!”

It was Croix’s turn to groan and roll her eyes. “O’Neill, huh? Yeah, she can be a slippery one.”

“You’re telling me,” Akko grumbled as she looked away from her friends. “She keeps saying that if I invest in her, good things will happen, and sometimes they do, but then she just asks for more money, and I guess I’m too stupid to stop.”

“You are far from stupid, Akko,” Chariot consoled, pulling the brunette back against her in another hug. “You try to make the best of your circumstances, as unfortunate as they are. Even you’re bound to make mistakes sometimes.”

“But seriously,” Croix deadpanned, “stop giving that girl money.”

“Croix!”

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

Akko giggled a bit at the women’s usual banter, the two of them always managing to brighten her days, even if their meetings sometimes ended up with her in a cell for the night.

“So do you guys really have to take me in?” she asked hesitantly. “I’ll give you the wallet back if it’ll keep me out. I haven’t taken anything from it yet, I swear.”

Chariot looked contemplative for all of a second before she seemed to give in and smile.

“Just give us the wallet and we’ll let you go,” she said.

Akko beamed and fished the billfold out before quickly tossing it to Croix. Chariot fixed her with a stern look then, but Akko merely huffed, knowing what was coming.

“But next time you’ll have to arrest me, I know.”

The two officers escorted Akko back to the entrance of the current alleyway before the brunette spun back around and gave both of them a hug.

“Thank you both. Again.”

“I’d say stay out of trouble, but I know who I’m talking to,” Croix joshed.

“Shut up,” Akko replied with a chuckle.

“Do take care though, Akko,” Chariot said next. “Why don’t you play more in the park? I’m sure that guitar of yours would like the practice.”

“Maybe,” Akko shrugged. “People usually just ignore me though, and so it gets disheartening after a while.”

“Still, you’re good at it, Akko, and I know it makes you happy,” Chariot responded. “Maybe we’ll try to stop by and leave a ‘tip.’”

“Well, if that’s a promise…”

Both of the women laughed before Chariot lightly swatted Akko on the behind.

“Get out of here you little troublemaker. We’ll go endure Finneran’s wrath in your stead.”

“Thanks, Officer du Nord,” Akko smiled with one final hug. With an added shout of, “Bye Croix!” last minute, Akko darted back off between the many buildings surrounding them.

She made it back out to the street with no more hassles and no sight of Chief Finneran. Relieved, Akko finally took the time to relax. Even though she knew Chariot and Croix were on her side most of the time, she still didn’t like having to run into them. She knew she was constantly putting their jobs in jeopardy, and she had spoken up on their behalf before and told them she didn’t need them to protect her all the time. Yet they always refused to budge, even going as far as giving her so much money a month to help her feed and take care of herself.

After all, they knew it wasn’t her fault she was homeless.

Akko didn’t know much about her mother, and nothing about her father. All she had managed to learn was that her mother had come to America from Japan by sneaking aboard a ship when she was pregnant. She hadn’t been any older than Akko at the time, however, and so once Akko had been born, she had left her on the stoop of an orphanage, a note explaining what she could tucked within the folds of a blanket.

Akko had lived at the orphanage until she was fifteen when she decided to strike out on her own. No family had ever seemed interested in adopting her, so she had gradually grown bitter and concluded she didn’t need a family anyway. Of course, two years later, Akko wished she hadn’t acted so brazen.

Sure, she could always show back up at the orphanage and would most likely be taken back in, but her pride wouldn’t allow it. She had always thrown a fit while she was there, what reason should she be allowed to come back after acting like the little delinquent she was? Besides, she only had a few months until she turned eighteen, and then she really would be back on the streets.

It wasn’t like she was homeless because she was lazy or incompetent either. Akko had applied for several run of the mill jobs, but even then she was simply cast aside in favor of some other applicant who had experience, no matter how little. People didn’t realize how difficult it was to get a job when you had no place to live. Even if she happened to land something, how was she to manage her uniform, or dress professionally? She barely had enough money to feed herself most of time, never mind going to a laundermat. Not like she even had clothes that needed to be washed. The extent of her wardrobe was the overly large burgundy hoodie she always wore, a pair of jeans with holes in the knees, ratty sneakers, and her signature gray knit beanie. She had one pair of sweatpants she wore to sleep in, and one graphic t-shirt she had nabbed from Goodwill back in the quite literal hole in the wall she lived in, and that was it.

Even though she hated to rely on them, Akko was grateful for Chariot and Croix’s kindness. Despite the opposite ends of the spectrum they resided on, they tried their best to treat Akko as daughter, or at the very least a friend. Hell, Akko had even been invited to spend a night or two at their place before, though she only took their offer when she was desperate. She was usually able to find other means, even if that meant breaking into a gym after hours to use the showers there, or shoplift a single bag of chips from a convenience store for dinner.

Deciding she had done enough brooding for one day, Akko resolutely shook her head to clear her thoughts. She stuffed her hands in her hoodie pocket, readjusted her beanie, and continued to shuffle down the sidewalk. Glancing up at the sun, she noticed it was about one in the afternoon.

Smile flickering across her face, and her next destination firmly in mind, Akko picked up her pace. She guided herself through the maze of the city until she came to its outskirts, the most recent corner she turned dropping her right in front of a huge expanse of land, one archway proudly telling everyone where they now were.

Luna Nova Academy.

She stepped through the archway tentatively, keeping an eye out for any students or campus security. Even though the grounds weren’t gated and the school didn’t have uniforms, Akko knew she stuck out like a sore thumb and didn’t belong regardless. As the most esteemed school in the area, the brunette was certain none of its students would be caught dead dressed the way Akko was.

Or wear the same outfit two days in a row, let alone seven.

Still, from her experience on campus, Akko was pretty sure the next change of class wouldn’t be for another few minutes, so she quickly made her way to her choice spot on the grounds: a large oak tree which overlooked one of the many class halls. With a running start, Akko ran up half the length of the trunk until she could grasp the lowest hanging branch. From there, she expertly climbed her way higher and higher.

Thank the heavens her tree-climbing skills were better than her fence-climbing skills.

Meandering her way out onto her favorite branch, Akko stretched her legs out before her and leaned back against the trunk, her eyes trained on one of the many windows to the hall she overlooked.

School, at least in the usual sense, had never been an option for her. Sure, the orphanage had their own classroom set up for the kids, so Akko had been through basic schooling. Even after running away, she would make her way to the library quite often to keep up to date on the most basic knowledge she felt a girl of her age should know. She may not be able to write a thesis on differing political views and their influences on society, but she still knew general history, math, science, and language.

For a homeless girl her age, Akko considered that pretty substantial.

She always found herself up in this tree on campus, however, because she longed for one of the many things she had missed out on: companionship. Having been taught in a class with maybe five students at the most, Akko had yet to experience the general immersion public or private schools offered. She didn’t have any friends her age, and even though she had browsed several Social Skills for Dummies books, had little to no idea how to go about talking to her peers. Hell, her two best friends were cops; and while she loved both Chariot and Croix to death, they weren’t exactly the kind of friends she had always dreamed of having.

This was the biggest reason Akko constantly spied on the populous of Luna Nova; she liked to imagine herself down there amongst the daily routine of classes and free time. She lived vicariously through its students, getting the school experience she had always dreamed of from afar. It was fun in its own way; she didn’t have to worry about homework or tests, or showing up every day on time, yet it still let her feel even the tiniest bit included. Sometimes, when she was feeling extremely bold, she would forgo her tree entirely and huddle up outside one of the classroom windows and listen in on the lecture firsthand. Sure, she couldn’t participate, but at least she could hear the lesson.

The school bell echoing across campus had Akko sitting up from the trunk of the tree to instead shift on the branch so her legs were dangling off. She leaned forward in anticipation, a smile on her face as she watched the class change. She had the perfect vantage point, able to watch as one room emptied completely before refilling with a new group of students, some exiting the building to mill about the grounds on their break, others heading to different halls on the opposite side of campus.

She stiffened a bit when a group of four girls made their way beneath the tree Akko currently occupied, chattering all the while. They had to be gossiping, Akko assumed, with how quiet their conversation was, as well as the constant fitful of giggles that bled out of them. They each settled down in the grass, still chatting away, and some began pulling food out of their bags, others books and homework. Akko marveled how she had yet to be spotted to this day. All one would have to do is simply look up to find her sitting above them. She tried to quiet her giggles at the surprised expressions she was sure to garner, before her nerves flared at the notion of being caught. Surely her being here wouldn’t warrant the cops like many of her other daily activities would, but she was technically trespassing, so she was certain to get in trouble regardless.

With those thoughts in mind, Akko chose to huddle back against the trunk, hoping the foliage of the tree would continue to conceal her. She didn’t need to see Chariot and Croix twice in one day; Croix would never let her live it down.

She waited another hour, observing each and every aspect of a normal day at school that she could before another bell sounded. She heard the four girls sigh below her before they got up and headed back towards the building they had come out of. Once things had settled down yet again, and no one else took refuge under her tree, Akko deemed it her time to leave. She shouldn’t overstay her welcome.

Even though she hadn’t been welcomed in the first place…

She scaled down the tree with finesse and had just gotten her feet back on the ground when a throat clearing behind her had her cringing.

Busted.

“Don’t you know it is rude to spy on others?”

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Chapter Two

 

On the outside, Diana Cavendish had the perfect life. Born into one of the city’s wealthiest families, she had never wanted a day in her life. Her father had been an esteemed judge, and her mother a beloved doctor. They had brought honor to the family—and herself by extension. Her perfect grades and extracurricular activities at school made others idolize her, people clamoring to be her friend, or just to associate with her on the most basic of levels. She was beautiful and refined, not a day going by with a single hair out of place.

Yes, Diana Cavendish had the perfect life, indeed. She had no room or right to complain.

But that was only a mere outsider’s opinion. There was much more going on behind the scenes; things that made this ‘perfect life’ lackluster, fake.

Instead, for the longest time now, Diana felt her life was anything but perfect.

The respect she garnered was all because of her name, nothing more. Her grades were perfect because it was expected of her, not because of her love of school. Being the teacher’s favorite was an empty feeling when it was only done based upon insistence. Image was everything. Cavendishes were elite.

And Diana played the role superiorly. To strangers, she was the immaculate heiress. She was proud without being arrogant, demure without being rude.

Yet that’s all this was: a role to be played. An act. One Diana was the ideal fit for.

And it was one she had never wanted anything to do with.

Things hadn’t always been like this, however. There was a time where Diana remembered being carefree, happy, and hopeful; surrounded by the love and warmth of her parents, knowing that she would continue to be loved no matter what because her parents cherished her. Not because of her name or status, but simply because she was their daughter.

She hadn’t always been a puppet on a string. She hadn’t always had to work to jump expertly through every flaming hoop held out to her. She hadn’t always dreaded waking up each day, knowing the life she was living wasn’t truly hers.

Everything changed once her father passed away when she was seven, and her mother three years later only days after her tenth birthday.

With the matriarch and patriarch out of the picture, and Diana still only being a child at the time, her aunt took up the role as head of the family. Only they weren’t really a ‘family’ anymore. The disdain her aunt had felt towards her mother all their lives continued even after her death, so her aunt only pretended to mourn the passing of her sister. Inside she was celebrating. At last she was the one with power; no longer overshadowed by her ‘perfect sister’ or the ‘hotshot husband.’

The Cavendishes were about to enter a new era, and even at the tender age of ten, Diana knew that the future was foreboding. Done out of a prideful ego, not continuing love of a family name.

Diana had been kept around simply because her parents’ will left her in custody of her aunt, though even before her parents’ passing, her aunt had never worked hard to hide her ire for the youngest Cavendish. She was housed and given the basic necessities, but the love that had once surrounded her had been snuffed out. She became cold and bitter as she grew into her teenaged years, and the closed-off personality she adopted made it easier for her aunt to mold her into the perfect doll for society to gawk at.

While her aunt was vile behind closed doors, she too could play a role perfectly. And she pulled off the leading role flawlessly; being charismatic and humble and everything else expected of an established family head when in the public’s eye. At the end of each day though, she had no qualms berating Diana for every little thing she could pin on her. The higher her aunt climbed in high society, so too was Diana expected to replicate that success in school and day-to-day life. By the time she was a freshman in high school, she was already being pressured to apply to colleges, coerced into declaring majors she had no interest in at all. Now a senior, she was only so far from the most pivotal change in her life.

And it had all been meticulously, maliciously, planned out for her, leaving no room for her own input or desires anymore.

Diana had tried rebelling against her aunt on occasion, but a sharp tongue and a quick hand were enough to eventually have her submit. Even though she continued to stew in her own silent hatred and anger for what her aunt had done to her family name, Diana matured and realized that the best way to defeat her aunt would be to simply bide her time and follow her orders.

Still, all this did little to fill the void in her heart left by her parents.

The jarring ring of the school bell was able to reach Diana in the depths of her cryptic thoughts and memories, and she stopped her practiced note taking with a heavy sigh. She had zoned out for most of the lecture, yet somehow had been able to write clear and concise notes regardless.

A practiced skill, obviously, she thought dryly with a roll of her eyes as she collected her things.

“Diana!”

The shrill cry from right next to her would have caused her jump had she not grown so accustomed to it as well. Plastering on a smile, she turned to face the redhead.

“Barbara and I were going to go off campus for lunch since Professor Babcock’s class is cancelled. You wanna join?”

“No, thank you, girls,” she declined politely. “I think I’ll just head to the library to get an early start on tonight’s assignments.”

Barbara Parker and Hannah England were probably the closest things to friends Diana had. They had started out as fan girls, following Diana everywhere she went and taking every opportunity to prove to her that they were worth her time. In one of her weaker moments, though, Diana had given them the time of day, and now the three were near inseparable. Diana was certain the two only continued to be her friend because of the popularity it brought them; surely it wasn’t her riveting company that kept them here.

She could see the two of them wanting to complain and try and drag her off campus anyway, but after nearly four years of friendship, knew their attempts would be for naught.

“Okay,” Barbara was the one to reply. “We’ll see you in Lukić’s then?”

Closing her eyes to make her smile seem even more sincere, Diana nodded. “Of course.”

That had the two of them beaming and they retreated from the now-empty classroom in a fit of giggles. Diana just shook her head at their leave, a long-suppressed memory of a similar joy of her own surfacing and leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

She really had been fully intent on going to the library, at the very least for the peace and quiet it brought if nothing else, yet she found herself coming to a stop in her trek across the courtyard as she saw the most peculiar sight.

A girl—who clearly didn’t attend the school if her appearance was anything to go by—was coming down from one of the thickest trees on campus, the ease at which she did so impressing Diana for only a second before she tossed the thought aside in favor of snidely thinking the girl must be part monkey.

Her aunt’s snark permeated her mind then as it always did, demanding she go find out what the girl was doing. After all, a Cavendish didn’t attend a school overrun by hooligans.

Squaring her shoulders and brushing off any lingering traitorous thoughts—when was the last time Diana had climbed a tree?—she strode over to the ruffian.

Clearing her throat, she spoke clearly, “Don’t you know it is rude to spy on others?”

Her pride flared as she saw the girl jump, and she allowed a small smirk to grace her face at the reaction. By the time the girl had actually turned to face her, however, her features were back to their stoic preset.

Although this stranger’s piercing, beautiful red eyes had Diana nearly forgetting her role momentarily.

Who even had red eyes?

“Well?” Diana pressed then, hoping to get back on top of the situation.

“I- uh…” the girl mumbled, looking anywhere but Diana. “D-Don’t you know it’s rude to sneak up on others?”

Diana’s façade gradually faltered with the return quip, her shoulders relaxing and body overall becoming less tense.

That had definitely not been the answer she had been expecting. Still, she couldn’t afford to act like it had caught her off guard.

“If those others are somewhere they clearly don’t belong, then I don’t find it rude at all; I think it is a necessity,” she replied confidently. “Now please state your business here. You obviously aren’t a student.”

At Diana’s final words, the girl’s eyes flickered with indignation—and was that a glimmer of hurt?

“Well, I’m terribly sorry my appearance offends you, Princess,” the girl bit back. “Surely at a ritzy-ditzy school such as this, you’ve been taught to never judge a book by its cover; maybe you need to learn to apply that to real life situations.”

The malice with which the girl spoke was enough for Diana to let her guard down once more, and she let her features soften just a bit.

“I apologize,” she said shamefully, looking away from the girl briefly. Focusing her attention back on those peculiar rubies before her, she added, “That was a very rude thing for me to have assumed.”

The brunette seemed a bit surprised at how easily Diana had handed over the reigns, as her own gaze softened before she seemed to be overcome with nerves—if the subtle pink of her cheeks was anything to go by—toeing the ground beneath them with her scuffed up sneakers.

“I mean… Y-You’re right that I don’t go here, but just because I’m not dressed like you shouldn’t be the only reason for you to assume that.”

Diana had to admit the girl was right yet again. Scowling, she berated herself for letting her aunt influence her behavior from so far away yet again.

“May I make it up to you somehow?” she asked, realizing she was having better luck in the conversation when she wasn’t acting in others’ best interests.

The girl seemed to ponder over something for a second before she grinned.

“Is the library here any bigger than the one in the city?”

Diana was caught off guard yet again, and for a second, she just stood there blinking at the girl before her.

“Um…” And was she really stuttering now? “Do you mean bigger in size, or bigger in its expanse of books?”

The melodic giggle that flowed from the girl before her and to Diana’s ears had her shivering, and she didn’t even pay any heed to her aunt’s voice screeching at her for the moment of weakness.

“Wouldn’t a bigger building mean more books?”

The coy, playful look in those shimmering red eyes was enough to let the rest of Diana’s walls come crumbling down, successfully burying her aunt’s influence in the rubble. Another smirk was plastered on her face before she was even aware.

“Not necessarily,” she responded with an equally joking tone. “Maybe the extra fifty square feet is just for show?”

Diana didn’t even care when the girl’s next bought of laughter caused her heart to flutter and her smirk to morph into an easy smile. She hadn’t enjoyed talking to someone this much in forever; there was no way she was about to let this opportunity pass her by.

Her aunt be damned. It felt good to rebel again.

“At a school such as this? I wouldn’t even be surprised,” the girl replied.

Diana allowed herself to chuckle a bit as well, since it was true Luna Nova did like to flaunt its wealth—the large archway at the school’s entrance doing just that. Still, she wasn’t entirely satisfied with the girl’s reason for being on a campus where she didn’t belong.

“So, if you came onto campus for the library, why were you up in a tree?”

The brunette went ramrod straight at the jab, the rate at which her face became just as red as her eyes amusing to Diana.

“Um… I-I- uh…”

Seeing the girl closing in on herself, even going as far as to take a step back from Diana as if she would need to bolt any second, Diana found herself immediately wanting to put the girl back at ease.

“I didn’t mean for that question to sound so accusatory, I apologize again,” she explained. “While I am quite curious why you were up there—or how you even got up there—I realize it’s not necessarily my place to demand an answer from you.”

“I just like to watch the students…” the girl mumbled so quietly Diana had to strain to understand.

“Why are the students here so much more fascinating than at your own school?”

The girl froze again, stammering out some unintelligible answer before she squeezed her eyes shut.

“I’m sorry!” she exclaimed almost frantically.

And then she took off. Diana had only taken one mere step forward in an attempt to stop her before the girl was gone from the vicinity.

For the second time in not even a half hour, Diana found herself blinking absently, at a complete loss for words.

She hadn’t even gotten the girl’s name…

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Chapter Three

Akko didn’t stop running until she was back inside park boundaries. She finally allowed herself to come to a stop by the fountain at the park’s center before bending over and allowing her lungs the precious air they sought.

“Shit, that was close!” she gasped as she regained her breath. She spared a look around her to make sure the girl hadn’t followed her before she added somberly, “Guess I can’t go back there anymore…”

The image of the girl from before traitorously flashed in Akko’s mind. Her immaculate presentation, esteemed posture… She had really been the whole nine yards of perfection.

Of course I would have run into the queen of the school, too, Akko bemoaned in her head. That’s almost even worse than if it had been the principal!

Still, she had been quite beautiful; perhaps that’s why Akko had tried talking to her before her instincts kicked in and told her to run.

No, bad Akko! Bad thoughts!

Still, as her heart rate returned to normal and Akko realized the crisis had truly been averted, she couldn’t help but let her thoughts wander back to the girl. Particularly her bizarre behavior.

It was like…split personalities or something, Akko continued to mull over as she aimlessly began wandering through the park. She started off so cold and closed-off, but then she was joking and teasing like she was enjoying the conversation.

Though Akko may not excel in social situations, she had mastered the art of reading people during her time on the street, and while the girl back there had been the furthest thing from an open book, it was almost like she was begging to be read.

Judging a book by its cover, huh…

Before she could look any deeper into things, she caught sight of a group of girls headed her way that caused her stomach to drop.

“Oi, Akko!”

Akko gulped, fidgeting with the beanie atop her head. “H-Hey, Amanda!”

Amanda O’Neill, leader of the local ‘gang’ in town, the Rebels, and a small group of her members strutted up to the brunette. Akko had no doubt they were looking to get into nothing good.

“What are you doing here?” the feisty redhead asked. “Aren’t you usually pining after all those schoolgirls right about now?”

Akko fumed. “I do not ‘pine!’” she growled. “I just like to watch!”

Amanda scoffed. “Is that what you call it? How is that any different? Or better?”

“Amanda…”

Amanda raised her hands in surrender. “Look, whatever. Was just curious why you weren’t there.”

Akko figured mentioning she was essentially chased off campus wouldn’t help things. So instead she just weakly replied with a shrug, “I just didn’t feel up to it today.”

“Then would you feel up to coming to chill with us?” Amanda offered, a sly glint flashing in her eyes that had Akko slightly concerned. “We were just heading back to base. We managed to lift a Switch the other day, and Conz actually got this old bum TV working that’d been in the alley out back. Plus, there’s always food and drinks.”       

Akko’s stomach turned at the mention of ‘food and drinks,’ recalling the past few experiences she had had with some of Amanda’s ‘delicacies.’

“I… I dunno…”

Amanda just clapped a hand on Akko’s back. “C’mon, dude! Look, some of your investments contributed to the tools Constance needed to get that TV working; don’t you want to see the fruit of that labor?”

Part of Akko wanted to shout at the fact that Amanda had spent her money on simple house tools, but the more compliant part of her just muttered out a “sure,” before she was being nearly-forcibly led from the park.

Twenty minutes later, Akko found herself in the dank, run-down building Amanda and the Rebels called home. She was squished in between two girls on a worn down couch, a can of warm, untouched beer in her hands, and a plate of brownies that were starting to make her stomach hurt just from the smell off to the side. Amanda and another girl were on the floor in front of them playing the Switch and constantly shouting profanities at the other while trying to swat the controller out of their opposition’s hands.

It wasn’t Akko’s definition of fun by any means, but she also had nothing better to be doing either. Somewhere deep in the back of her mind, she heard Chariot telling her to walk out and go to the library or get her guitar or something, but she must have actually drank some—or a lot—of her beer because she soon could no longer discern what the woman was rambling on about. Were all those empty cans at her feet hers?

“Akko!” Amanda’s voice cut through the haze. “You’re up!”

“I… I-I’m good,” Akko managed to slur. “Really.”

Amanda guffawed at the look on the brunette’s face in that moment.

“Uh, yeah you are! Dude, when was the last time you drank?”

There was no way Akko was going to remember that—or admit to it even if she could.

“Brownie?” the girl sitting beside her—Jasminka, was it?—offered, shoving the platter into her lap.

Fortunately, Akko was still sober enough to shove them away.

“I’m good,” she repeated, trying to swallow back the bile that rose from the aroma. “Do you just have any…chips?”

“Wimp,” Amanda sighed with a roll of her eyes while Jasminka handed Akko a bag of chips instead. “Well come on, grab another beer and come play with me. Avery apparently doesn’t know her right from her left and is too easy to beat.”

“Hey!” Avery barked from the other side of the room.

“You know it’s true, dumbass!”

Meanwhile, Akko’s head continued to throb from the heavy mixture of the drink in her stomach, the raucous banter echoing through the empty building, and the nauseating smell that now seemed to be coming from more than just the brownies.

“I think I…s-should just go… I dunno if I’d be mu-much…help.”

Concern finally seemed to find Amanda as she observed the brunette stumble to her feet.

“You need an escort home?” the redhead asked as she steadied Akko. “You know you crushed like five cans of beer, right?”

“I did?”

Amanda chuckled. “See, this is why you wouldn’t last one day in this gang. You’re a freakin’ lightweight, dude.”

Akko just mumbled something under her breath before breaking out of Amanda’s hold. Slowly, she started making her way towards the exit.

“You know the World Cup finals are next week!” Amanda hollered after her. “It’s fifty dollars to get into the betting pool!”

Akko simply flipped her the bird before she was back out in the blinding sunlight. Grumbling as her eyes adjusted to the drastic change from dark to light, she raised a hand to massage her temple. Why did it feel like somebody had a jackhammer running in her brain?

Luckily, Akko knew she wasn’t far from home; that was one good thing about hanging out with Amanda. If she had gotten this plastered elsewhere, Akko was certain she wouldn’t make it back before Finneran arrested her for public intoxication, never mind underage drinking and whatever else the spiteful cop cold stick on her.

She was still tripping over her own feet five blocks later as she turned the corner into the alley where her little hole in the wall lay. She managed to move aside the heavy wooden board she used as a door before she all but collapsed inside. Not even bothering with the door again, Akko crawled over to the mound of blankets that composed of her bed and stilled with one final groan.

“Fucking Amanda…”

At least tomorrow had to be better, right?


 

Tomorrow was so not better.

Not only did Akko wake up with a splitting headache, but also to the sound of rain coming down in buckets outside. Akko rolled over on her bed and stared out into the alley—had she really been so plastered yesterday she hadn’t even bothered closing up? She remained shocked with each day that went by and no one raided her little hidey-hole. With it being uncovered all night with her inside, she was almost asking to be mugged. After all, it wasn’t like she could have found a spot like this on the nice side of town…

Yet another instance reaffirming that Amanda is a horrible influence, Akko chided herself. Underage drinking, reckless endangerment… Gotta make a mental note not to take part in that little betting pool of hers; no matter what she promises me.

When a crack of thunder had Akko’s head ringing in response, she winced before beginning to shuffle through her miscellaneous collectibles, hoping she had something for a headache left somewhere. When her search turned up fruitless, she huffed, adding some ibuprofen to her list of necessities for the day.

Next, she reached to the bottom of her pile of blankets for a plastic baggie that contained her ‘emergency funds:’ a hefty ten dollars and forty-seven cents. Nabbing five dollars from the stash, she figured that should be enough for a small bottle of medicine and some protein bar of some sort. At least her hangover was keeping her from feeling the effect of skipping every meal yesterday.

Even starving, Akko knew better than to accept Amanda’s special brownies. She still had nightmares about being on Chariot and Croix’s couch and puking up her guts. It was not a pleasant experience, but at least it made the older women relieved that if Akko couldn’t handle a simple edible, there was no way she would turn to the harder stuff on the streets.

Akko shuddered just at the thought of what possibilities were out there.

By the time noon rolled around, Akko’s headache still lingered, souring her mood and expelling any motivation to get into some kind of mischief. Even the fact that she hadn’t had enough money to buy herself something to eat—relief from her hangover had prevailed over the unappealing selection of granola bars the small convenience store had on display—was dispelled from her mind in favor of continuing to curse Amanda’s name for everything she was worth.

Grumbling, Akko fiddled with the measly thirty-seven cents she had left in her hoodie pocket as she followed a familiar route down the sidewalk. Still a bit rattled from being caught yesterday at Luna Nova, she didn’t dare head back there so soon. Instead, she turned a corner and came face to face with yet another large building and expanse of space before her.

The public library.

Akko hurried inside and immediately felt at ease, her headache even seeming to finally subside a bit. Whether it was the medicine finally kicking in, or the library’s magical powers, Akko didn’t question.

Perhaps a library was an unusual place for ‘someone like her’ to find solace in, but Akko didn’t care what people thought here. Unlike her trespassing on Luna Nova property, the library was a public space. They had to open their doors to people of every background. But more than that, the library was a place where Akko could momentarily forget her situation. Here, she could be anything she wanted, depending on what book she picked up. She didn’t have to be the homeless girl with nothing going for her; she could be a magnificent witch, surprising all with her own magical prowess, she could fall in love, she could solve crimes, or she could just do simple research and truly feel like what she assumed a normal girl her age would.

Plus, on a rainy day such as this, what better way was there to pass the time than curled up with a good book?

Perusing the aisles of novels, Akko decided she was in a science fiction mood today and picked the first interesting title at random before retreating to her favorite chair in a secluded corner. Tucking her legs up under her, Akko opened to the first page and was immediately sucked into the book’s world...

   


“Miss?”

Akko opened bleary eyes to see an elderly woman in front of her.

The woman smiled before saying politely, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave. It’s time for me to close up.”

Akko looked at the book in her lap and cringed when she noticed she had only managed ten pages before falling asleep.

So maybe she hadn’t been as absorbed in this particular book as she was with others…

"Uh, sorry,” she mumbled sheepishly. “I’ll just put this back and get out of your hair.”

Scurrying away, Akko quickly put the book back on its rightful shelf before she was back out on the front stairs of the library.

And the rain was still coming down. Akko huffed.

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the library closed at 6pm, so it must be just a bit after that, Akko deduced. Still early, and with her sudden nap minutes ago, she wasn’t quite ready to just pass the rest of the day away tossing in turning in her bed.

When her stomach growled, Akko sighed. At least she had something to do now. Marking her next destination as the park—as the many food vendors there were easy to nab a bite from should she desire—Akko pulled her hood up over her beanie and set off.

It was times like these, walking in the rain and trying to figure out what to do for dinner that night, when Akko’s desire for companionship swelled to the point that she wanted to cry. This would be the perfect weather to just be able to lounge about the house all day with a friend, not spending it alone asleep in a desolate corner of the library. This would be the perfect time to order some food and then get wrapped up in a movie with someone, not mull over which store on the block you hadn’t stolen from in the longest time. Even when feeling down such as she did currently, having someone by your side to help cheer you up, or even just stew under a dark cloud of their own would be better than facing it alone, right? But who would want to hang out with her? What did she bring to the table that would be incentive enough for someone to befriend her?

Akko grit her teeth as her thoughts headed south, and with nothing around to help distract her, she continued to stomp down the streets, her own raincloud hovering over her and doing more damage than Mother Nature could herself.

Her saving grace, however, came in the form of one slow wail of a siren.

Looking up from the wet ground below her, Akko’s spirits immediately began to lift as they always did.

“Officer du Nord! Croix!”

Then, just like always, the fact that she was so excited to see two cops infiltrated her mind and she was overcome with a bout of nerves.

“Wait… Am I in trouble again? I haven’t even done anything bad today, I swear!”

Chariot chuckled softly as she got out of the car, while Croix hung back with a roll of her eyes.

“No, Akko, you haven’t done anything wrong…”

“That we know of!”

Chariot huffed as Akko giggled before continuing, “We were just on patrol when we saw you wandering around.”

“More like sulking,” Croix butted in once more as she stepped up beside her partner. “Seriously, I know it’s raining, but you look even gloomier than the sky.”

Akko retaliated with her own roll of her eyes. “Look, I just had a bad day yesterday, okay? I guess my crap mood just carried over to today too.”

“How was it a bad day?” Chariot asked, concern instantly showing on her face.

Akko couldn’t help but smile at the officer’s worry. “Nothing bad enough to worry about, Officer du Nord, I promise.”

Chariot didn’t seem too convinced, but allowed the matter to be dropped all the same.

“Well, we’re glad we caught you all the same,” she said next. “We…wanted to invite you over to our place tonight. For dinner, o-or just to hang out.”

“And before you try and worm your way out of this one,” Croix spoke as soon as Akko opened her mouth to respond, and no doubt to decline, “we insist. In fact, I’m quite happy to cuff you and drag you home with us if it comes to that.”

“Croix…” Chariot whined.

“What?” the taller woman shrugged. “You said yourself we weren’t going to let her talk us out of it this time. I figured we’d make sure she knows we’re serious.”

“What’s the occasion?” Akko asked. “It’s not a holiday or anything.”

“What, you mean we have to have a reason to see our favorite little delinquent?” Croix retorted. “C’mon, there’s free, hot food that’s been cooked with love and care, a hot shower and fresh clothes, and I can even drag the old Nintendo out if it’ll get you to come.”

Akko looked to the ground and bit her lip. She really did hate when Chariot and Croix doted on her like this. Coming over for a holiday was one thing, but for no reason? She didn’t deserve it.

Still, as she looked up at Chariot, looking so pitiful and pleading with her eyes, and Croix who was impatiently beckoning her over with her hand, yet still held on to a caring devotion in her eyes, Akko found it harder and harder to say no.

She had been feeling awful down today, maybe this was exactly what she needed to get her back on her feet.

Sending a grateful smile to her friends, Akko nodded with a happy sigh of, “Okay.”


A little over two hours later, Akko found herself on a familiar couch and quite literally butting heads with Croix, N64 controller gripped tightly in her grasp. Her stomach was full, she was fresh out of the shower, and Chariot was even washing her clothes for her. Even though Akko was intimately focused on demolishing Croix in another round of Mortal Kombat, deep down, she felt at peace, an even deeper sense of peace than she could ever hope to find at the library, in the park, or even back in her own ‘home.’ She knew she always put up a fight coming over, but man did she love it.

It made her feel like she actually had a family.

“God dam, girl!” Croix’s shout had Akko grinning triumphantly. “Stopping ripping my guts out!”

“Are you kidding?” she retorted. “That’s the best part of the game!”

“Can’t you two play something more wholesome?” Chariot piped up uncomfortably from the kitchen where she was still cleaning up.

Croix chuckled. “Yes, mother.”

Akko laughed along with her before they gave Chariot a much-needed break of brutality.

“What do you want to play next, kid?” the lilac-haired woman asked as she walked into the kitchen herself to replenish her and Akko’s drinks.

Akko shrugged. “I dunno. You pick.”

“We could always watch a movie,” Chariot suggested then as she came to stand behind the couch the two sat on, hands on her waist in a very mother-like posture.

“Pft, I know that trick,” Akko said. “You just want to watch a movie because you know I’ll likely fall asleep in the middle of it, and then you really won’t let me leave.”

Chariot simply sighed, Akko having seen through her plans as she always did.

“You know we don’t mind you spending the night, Akko.

The mirth dimmed in Akko’s eyes for a moment as she shrugged, her fingers fiddling with the buttons on the controller.

“I know,” she muttered. “But you all do so much for me already—cooking me dinner, letting me shower, even washing my clothes? I just…feel like a burden.”

“Oh, Akko,” Chariot cooed, coming to squat before the girl, had coming to cup her cheek fondly. “Please don’t think that. You’re the furthest thing from a burden.”

“Yeah, kiddo,” Croix added, placing her own hand on Akko’s back in hopes to soothe. “Why do you think that?”

“I dunno,” Akko responded weakly with a small shrug. “‘Cause it’s something I can’t return? Like, forget making dinner for you all in return, I can’t even afford to take you guys to McDonald’s or something…”

“Seeing you smile is all the payment we need, Akko,” Chariot told her with conviction. “Please believe that. We never expect anything in return.”

“We don’t ever mean to make you feel bad about it either,” Croix said. “If you truly want us to back off for a bit, we will, but never think that we’re going out of our way for you.” Smirking, and trying to get things back on track, she added, “It’s not like we invite all the little derelicts we know into our home.”

“But why me?” She looked up at them both imploringly. “I’m nothing special.”

“I’m going to ignore that last part,” Chariot said firmly, her eyes narrowing briefly at Akko’s self-deprecating tone. “But, we honestly don’t have an answer for you. There’s just something about you that we want to protect.”

"Did you guys…ever consider having kids?” Akko asked then, looking up meekly and hoping she wasn’t crossing any lines.

She saw Chariot and Croix glance at the other for just a second before Chariot finally stood, taking Croix’s hand and smiling lovingly down at the girl before them.

“We did, but…”

“…now we have you.”

Akko ended up spending the night that night, having come completely undone.