Quil laughed. "’Cause of all the time you waste complaining instead of claiming your place in line."
"Slowpoke," Haru teased softly with a wide smile before giving me a kiss on the forehead. I giggled and opened my arms for Itsuki who gave me a tight hug.
"I have such rude friends," Malachi complained.
"You love us," Aki reminded.
"You’re lucky I do or I would kick all of your butts," Malachi pointed out.
"You may kick our asses in running, my friend, but I would destroy you in combat," Quil retorted.
"And I cook better than you," Haru stated as he walked over to sit next to Quil.
After hugging me, Itsuki chimed in, “Even Quil cooks better than you, Malachi.” Then he went to sit by Haru on the couch.
"Hey!" Quil and Malachi called in unison.
"Quil burns less stuff than Malachi. But you have to admit, Malachi makes the best jerked chicken," Yoshi complimented as he finished hugging me and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
Aki was up next and pulled me into his arms. "I agree on that one. Malachi, can we have one of your traditional dishes again?" he wondered.
"We haven't made those in a long time," Yoshi pointed out.
Aki kissed me on the forehead and he pulled back to glance at my lips.
"Later," I mouthed.
He nodded.
I knew the reason I’d moved to second base with him and Yoshi before the others was because of all the time we'd spent together, but I didn't want the other guys to feel bad. I was clueless at dating more than one person at a time, but I wanted to try and balance my time with them as best as I could.
I hoped that once things settled with Storm's case and we figured out who was pulling the strings, then things would be a lot easier.
Aki released me and Malachi opened his arms wide with a broad grin on his face. I laughed, jumping into his arms and he squeezed me tightly.
"I agree. We should start doing that. Once a week, we make a traditional dish from our cultural background. It will be fun," Malachi suggested, still holding me in his arms.
"That’s cool with me. Now let go of Crim, you hogger," Quil demanded.
Malachi chuckled. "Nah, let me enjoy her for a few more seconds."
I shook my head playfully but relaxed in his hold.
"Why did Bipolar call you anyway?" Yoshi asked.
"Something about him not wanting me to go over to my parents’ house and how I should trust him," I shrugged.
Malachi let me go and gave me a kiss on my forehead before he walked over to sit on the armrest of the sofa next to Quil. "Trust him, my ass," Malachi huffed.
"What does your gut tell you?" Aki looked at me intently.
"I don't trust him. It’s like I'm forgetting something important involving him. I just can't pinpoint what it is; I've been trying not to stress over it." I sighed.
Haru looked deep in thought. "Must have been from the trauma of that fall," he considered.
"So she won't remember?" Itsuki appeared concerned.
Haru shook his head in dismissal. "Nah, she'll remember eventually. But a few stress-free days would be beneficial for her."
"I'm not stressed," I protested, before moving to grab my apron. I put it on and began sketching out the next commission.
They all stared at me in silence. I rolled my eyes and mumbled, “Meanies.”
I understood their concern and maybe I was a 'little' stressed out with everything that was going on. Everything was moving so fast and I was hardly being given any time to process it all.
I went from my plain secluded life of painting, running, and drinking with my 'Drunken Lover, Sober Friend' and dealing with my family issues to living with six men who treated me more as an equal than anyone ever had. Quil and Aki even called me their girlfriend.
They showed me care and compassion and simply wanted the best for me, even though they still didn’t know me very well.
Even though we met due to bizarre circumstances, they accepted it all with ease and were able to move forward. I hadn’t been able to do the same and just wanted some time to process everything that had happened.
They were all used to this fast-changing lifestyle, but I wasn't and I knew it was only a matter of time before it took a toll on me. I reached for my phone and looked at the next request. I smiled at the familiar name of J.H.
Draw any weapon of choice. I hope you are well and happy early birthday - J.H.
I smiled at my phone in excitement and was ready to start when a question popped into my mind. "Where did you guys go this morning anyway?" I turned to the guys who were already starting to get into their own groove for the day.
"We got a call from the woman you and Yoshi talked to yesterday. She has a lead that may help us in Storm's case. What the Council told us was that Storm was supposed to meet them at a conference center, but they had to cancel last minute. The woman you met claimed she saw Storm and her guards meet someone at the conference entrance, conflicting with the Council’s statements. She has agreed to testify and is being transferred to the palace in Homatomashi to discuss the matter with the Emperor himself," Aki explained.
"I guess he has no trust left in the Council to handle such things," I considered.
"None. I feel the Council is starting to realize, which is why we're acting quickly. Melody is being heavily guarded and we suggested they have a doppelganger to use as a decoy," Quil explained.
"A double? You think the Council is gonna try and make it so she can't tell the Emperor?" I questioned, reaching out for my pencil and twirling it in my hand as I stared at the canvas.
"I don't ‘think’...I can guarantee it. My gut is telling me they don't want to be caught and will do anything to keep their power and status safe. If one person is corrupted in the Council, I can guarantee that the majority, if not all of them, are included one way or another," Malachi pointed out gravely.
"The moment they're found guilty, an entire new Council will be chosen. Usually, they’re selected from past leaders or strong family members of those previously on the Council. Your mother would be an example if it came to a point where your father was removed," Itsuki explained.
"Also anyone from abroad who was sent to help the country at the Emperor’s request can be nominated. It all comes down to the Emperor and his final decision. His son can take over in a temporary role until he's better," Haru described.
"If he's available that is," Quil frowned.
"True," Yoshi agreed.
"Hmm... I guess we'll have to hope for the best. If they do plan on ambushing Melody, then at least there's the backup plan. I hope we can find out who was involved in Storm's murder. She deserves to rest in peace," I whispered solemnly, before turning my attention back to the canvas.
The guys murmured words of agreement before they went back to their hobbies. It was past lunch and I knew Haru would go make something for us if we needed it. I hadn't eaten anything yet, but James' call had ruined my appetite. Drawing would help build up my hunger.
I closed my eyes to imagine a weapon that would fit perfectly, something I'd use if I had to fight for my life. I took a calming breath and zoned the world out, concentrating on the piece before me.
A weapon of choice. Let's try this out.
I bit my lip as I worked to add the finishing touches to the twin swords on the canvas. I didn't get why I'd been struggling to stay focused, but it got worse and worse with each stroke of the paintbrush.
I knew I had to accomplish this because these were the weapons I had dreamt about. The weapons that had consistently called to me and were a part of Storm's memories. But who did they belong to? They weren’t for me. And if they somehow were, where could they be? How would I find them?
I had never seen weapons like this in my father’s gallery full of swords, bow and arrows, and other ancient weapons he loved to show off, or in our living room that was decorated with weapons in the corners and on the walls.