Chapter 470: The Viper (2/2)
'There's no way I'm letting you get away with this, father.'
*Incoming call – Unknown,* flashed across the droplet filled phone, '-who's calling?'
”Hello?”
”Hello, Igna is that you?”
”Yeah, who's this?”
”Syndra. Listen, father has sent an army after you. Run, get as far as you can!”
”A bit late for that,” replied he sensing multiple presences behind.
”Lyoko Igna, come with us right this moment,” they stared with guns at the ready. The shop behind had, '-antique weaponry for cheap,' advertised on the window.
”Were you sent by the Lordon's?”
”Yes, obey and no harm will come.”
”Heard that?” asked he, ”-your family sure is powerful,” the call ended.
'What's he trying to do?' asked she biting her nail.
”Who were you calling?” came Lord Lordon to hold her shoulders tightly, ”-it better not be that boy.”
”Leave me alone,” she shrugged away, ”-you never see that lady for who she truly is. I'll never accept her as my mother.”
”Mind your tongue,” *Slap,* ”-you better call her mother or else.”
”Grit all you want, father, I'll do things my way, understand?”
The café was bought for the whole day, guests left without finishing their meals. Two strong guards stood at the door preventing the mistress from leaving. 'What a pain,' thought she at the window with intensifying rainfall. '-Medusa of cooking, what a joke. She probably felt guilty about playing with another person. Igna doesn't hold back when speaking seriously, she couldn't face the reality and chose to play the victim, hoping father will come as a knight. I hate her, a true snake.'
The darker outside flickered with the headlights of multiple cars. They came in full with a boy in tow. ”Igna, why are you here?”
”Syndra,” smiled he, ”-I had nowhere to go. Guild Leader Haru must be curious about the present situation.”
”Enough talking,” they smack the back of his head with a gun, ”-keep moving.”
”No need to get violent,” the nonchalant attitude remained true.
'Guild Leader Haru?' the words stuck to her mind, '-must be… is he serious?' she dialed the Guild's number and reported what happened. The response came in haste.
”Are you sure about this?” asked the leader herself.
”Yes, lady Haru, my mother is up to her conniving ways. I'm afraid Igna is in trouble.”
”Don't worry,” said she,”-I'll have a friend take care of his protection,” the phone call ended. 'Yuki, you've done it now,' thought she with a somber grin. ”Hello, Lady Elvira, there's someone I need you to protect. Can you have someone sent over at this address?”
”Haru, long time no see, and yes, send a photo.”
The tranquil room 04 barged with Igna fully restrained by the guards, ”-master Lordon, we've brought him.”
”Yuki,” said he, ”-I've brought the boy. Please, stop crying now, for my sake?”
She sniffled to a stop, ”-honey, I love you.”
”I love you too,” he glared, ”-what about him, should I punish him?”
”No, don't,” she walked over with a cocky expression, ”-did you think the Medusa of cooking would let you run away?”
”Lady Yuki,” he stared with the same sympathy, ”-I feel sorry for you.”
”Shut it,” *slap,* ”-stop looking at me as if I'm nothing!”
”Did you forget who I was?” he smiled, ”-why would the eyes of a lowly boy have you flustered. Lady Yuki, I came to learn from the legend of cooking. Why is it did you get angry, was it because I joined a rigged cooking competition and won, was it because I sought to cook my way? Tell me, what about the promise of having my back, was it nothing more than a lie. I'm just entertainment for you, aren't I? Chef Leko taught me plenty o' things. I was content, yet, he entrusted my growth to you… why? Tell me why?”
”Enough!” an elbow to the stomach, ”-don't speak so casually to our master.”
*Cough,* ”I'll say what I want,” he rose despite the pain, ”-lady Yuki, tell me, what's the reason you picked me. Was there potential or an escape from the tediousness of being at the top? TELL ME.”
”I SAID SHUT UP,” an iron bat slammed across his head smearing blood onto her face as he fell.
”T-tell m-me,” he knelt with the throbbing sensation of pain partially blinding the room, ”-what am I to you?”
”GIVE UP!” the next readied for another strike. *SMACK.*