Just Routine [Open]

Her hunch was right. With another ten minutes, there was security running past her from where she sat. It was probably time to join the crowd again as staying too long may get her spotted. Blending into the crowd again, Yuka just began observing the security. She was planning to exit from the least guarded gate. However an unexpected voice startled her from behind. As reflex and slight nervousness, the girl quickly turned around, her heart beat increasing. She was in the process of committing a crime; it was nature that she would be jumpy. At first the girl thought it was a cop. But getting a better look, it was a tall young man who didn’t look a day over eighteen. He looked quite charming as well. Yuka couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Getting caught was no option.

But his words just scared her more. He had been following her from the jeweler’s store was far behind from where they stood. Over it he knew that she had an item which didn’t belong to the young mutant. Did her illusion fail? Or did he see through it? Was he a mutant too? Would he report her to the authorities? So many questions and theories popped in her head. She found him nosy to be interfering in others business. Was he that righteous kind of guy? “Y-you know, not everyone’s born rich’’ the exaggerated comment was the only thing she could squeak out as she got her voice back. The sentence began out as a stammer and quickly became sharp. It wasn’t a lie that she wasn’t too well off. Yet, she wasn’t living in the streets either that she had to slump so lowly. Perhaps she was kleptomaniac as the older boy had stated. But would she agree to that? Yet in the bigger picture, she did it out of necessity.

Regaining her cool, she couldn’t keep those questions in her head too long. How could she have not noticed him follow her? The part of the outlet where they stood was less crowded. It was safe to shoot a question. ‘’How did you know about the necklace, Ai?’’ she spoke as she stared right back at him.

Earning? While she didn’t have an actual job. She felt the work she did was equivalent to earning. She didn’t and couldn’t keep what she stole, no matter how tempting it may be sometimes. It was too risky to be caught with stolen goods on her person. Rather she would hand over her findings to the gang she associated with. They would sell it somewhere and give her a part of the whole price. It wasn’t much, but she couldn’t complain. And so he was a mutant. And his hobby was to watch people. ‘’In other words, you’re a stalker’’ she commented taking slight offence on the comment on her philosophy, though a playful smirk appeared on her lips. She didn’t want to talk much about her reasons. She did love human company as she left normal but with another mutant, she just felt comfortable and open, yet not to extent on discussing personal matters.

She scanned the boy as he paced around her. He seemed perfectly normal as well. ‘’So, I assume you’re a telepath, hei?’’ it was the only assumption that came to mind. Probably the kind that could detect other mutants. ‘’I don’t think you’ll ever be able to see my power…unless of course you’re in it..an-‘’ the girl was cut off as she was giving a hint of her ability. Her face turning a slight red on his gestures and then a full red on the comment that followed. ’’Hey!’’ that was the only thing she could muster out as saying Stop it with the boy’s laughter growing. Was he just teasing her? Or was he a flirt? Usually she would just ignore such comments made by a passerby. Probably because she didn’t want to associate herself with them – but the young man who stood in front of her was likeable as she felt.

Her face sobering down to a slight pinkish, Yuka realized that her grip on the necklace had loosened. They had started a conversation in the middle of the outlet with people passing by on the left and right. ‘’Ai…If you want to talk, may we go somewhere less prominent?’’ the suggestion was made as she observed a few people looking their direction.

Yuka followed without a word. The place was calmer and she finally relaxed a bit. So he wasn’t a telepath? His power was more complex? Things kept getting interesting as the boy asked to see a bruise or defect of some sort. A healer? another assumption popped in her mind, yet she wasn’t so sure this time. How could someone heal and detect you’re a mutant at the same time? Yuka thought for a moment, she didn’t have even a scratch on her person. Being a telepath, she kept her distance and avoided getting her hands dirty. She could inflict a small cut on herself using her pocket knife. But that wouldn’t fun now would it? She decided she might as well show her own powers in a twist. A little game or trick if not.

‘What about that?’’ the girl suggested as she gestured towards his own arm. The teen had begun creating an illusion on the boy. The arm of his black coat began to clot with blood as if a wound had opened up. The clot wasn’t too big and concentrated in one place. It wouldn’t have caused pain, but it usually scared her victims. She wore a smirk on her face as she looked at the boy with her arms folding over her chest. Barely able to keep her composure, she awaited a response - mostly expecting shock or fear. Though, maybe he saw through it? Or would he try and heal it as she assumed. She was eager to know his power, yet the plain old way was too simple for the playful thief.