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An Eye for an Eye; [Benji/Sabine]
Topic Started: Oct 3 2015, 12:19 AM (126 Views)
Sabine and Tilly
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The Celadon Thorn | The Aquarian Paragon
Someone brushing past her table prompted Sabine from her sleep, lethargic eyes blinking and wincing as she watched the small stampede of students make their ways out of Viola’s Grimm Studies class. A blinding flash caused the quail to jolt up in her seat, coming eye to camera lens, belatedly realising what happened.

Viola pulled the camera down to look at the playback monitor, “I shall call it, ‘A Bird Dormant’,” she coyly grinned to her student.

Sabine opened her mouth to say something before Tilly flanked them with an enthusiastic grin, “Professor Viola, I, um, I have some questions, if it’s not too much trouble!”

“Anything for my favourite student,” Viola smiled before casting an unimpressed scowl to the sleeper, “And if I catch you sleeping again in my class , Miss. Peridot, I wonder how your father would react to such a masterpiece of portrait photography in his pigeon hole.”

Sabine upturned her lips as Viola walked off to discuss Grimm with Tilly, the quail facetiously repeated the Professor’s words silently at her back. Yawning, she collected her things and tiredly made her way out of the classroom. Gods, she hoped it was lunch and not another class. She needed some energy. I wonder if they’re making those strawberry cheesecakes again tod--

An unwelcome vision pierced her fatigued conscience as she saw Benji approaching in her near future. The quail sighed, making little effort to flatten down her unruly hair.

“What?”

Benji had been winding his way around the sides of the hallway for a good five minutes, trying to figure out a good way to approach Sabine in something that passed for casual.

He quickly realized that it was impossible to sneak up on someone who could see the future.

“To business then,” Benji said, falling into step beside Sabine as she walked down the hall. “Never was one for foreplay, I get it. Look...can we talk? Privately?”

Almost a week after the attacks and Benji had sorted out nearly everything. He relayed his message to his extremely concerned uncle (who he had to stop from sending a private security force to Kalos), and debriefed Jason who was surprisingly blase about the fact that he had nearly been killed.

Sabine, however, wouldn’t be so lax, Benji felt.


Disappointed at her tarnished record of avoiding Benji, Sabine turned around and pushed her lips together un-cooperatively as he spoke. If she had any desire to be honest, which she didn’t, Benji would understand that her anger over the situation had little to do with his attacker, or even Benji himself. It was that she revealed one or more of her cards too early.

She cared. Cared enough to not want to let him die.

Sabine let a slow sigh through her nose, staring up at her peer, “You still owe me an explanation,” she agreed.

“You want the long version or the Cliff Notes?” Benji laughed humorlessly, dodging a crowd of seniors as they made their way down the hall. “You’re right...I do.”

Might as well go with the version he told Jason.

“My family makes weapons,” Benji said. “Big weapons. And video games but...mostly guns. My Dad and my uncle were partners and on to something big. Something that was going to change the fight against the Grimm forever…so Uncle Ivan says.”

“They never got the chance to make it happen though,” Benji said grimly. “When I was five and a half years old I came downstairs to find my mother and my father shot dead in our kitchen and with a tall...yellow eyed figure standing over them holding a weapon…”

Benji trailed off, stepping in front of Sabine in the hallway.

“Our mutual friend with the jaundice is Memmio Van Ellistein and he has been hounding me and my uncle ever since,” Benji said, scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t know what he wants but he’s tried to kill Ivan at least half a dozen times. Those were his goons who mistook you for me for some...stupid reason.”

“And that...is the explanation,” Benji said, glancing around to see if anyone was watching him. He still hadn’t pieced together who the traitor was who had been feeding Memmio the information. “Questions?”


Sabine managed to keep her expression blank until Benji explained how he found his parents and she went pale with wide eyes. The vision she had, back at the fight with the man apparently named Memmio, it was one of Benjis. The quail put a thoughtful hand over her mouth. How was that possible? She’d always thought foresight was limited to only the user’s eyes. Could her mother use foresight through other’s vision? Could she have seen through Sabine’s eyes? Was she watching right now?

Arceus, she felt ill.

Sabine flicked a gaze to Benji. Outside the classrooms weren’t exactly private but the halls were emptying as the dull sounds of lunchtime floated in from the windows. “They said,” she lowered her voice, “There was someone who had eyes here.” If her puberty visions were more helpful, they would tell her who this mole was.

“They probably do,” Benji said, folding his arms with a frown. “Problem is...I don’t see how we’d...I’d catch them. I don’t see how I could know who they are or what they’re feeding to Memmio’s men even if I tried besides…”

Benji’s gaze darkened for a moment.

“He’s made it clear that he doesn’t consider me a threat,” Benji said. “If anything, he’s going to redouble his efforts to try and pin my uncle down while I’m at school...finish off the rest of his team while no one’s there to protect him.”

Well, a small army of private security guards wasn’t no one but still Benji wanted another crack at Memmio.

“You should be fine at least,” Benji said with a small shrug. “They know they can’t get to you anymore and I don’t think many would try of their own volition after the last three ended up dead...not you who did it, obviously, but even still, it’s hard to sneak up on someone with perfect future vision...speaking of which...did you track down an Everstone for sale yet?”


“I don’t believe that,” Sabine grimaced, “If you didn’t think you were a threat, you’d let your guard down. Sounds like you’d become a pretty easy target to me.” She held up her hands with an air of hopelessness, “If I were him, during the next raid or excursion, Neith becomes just another casualty of those abominable Grimm. You gave him the perfect cover for your murder by coming to this school.”

Her expression became even more detached. “Everstone?” she echoed, teeth in fear of gritting with frustration, “I have no idea what you’re talking ab--”

“MUMMY?”

Sabine looked around Benji at the sudden hubbub to see Tilly a ways up the hallway jump into the arms of someone from the Lumiose Police Department. The quail grabbed the other archer, pulling them both behind a row of lockers.

The woman smoothed her dark crop hairstyle back with a grin and thick foreign accent, “Hey baby! I was going to come and find you after I spoke to the Headmaster. How’s your stomach. Feeling better?”

“It’s okay!” Tilly paused, “Wait, why do you need to see Headmaster Sycamore? Did something happen?”

The woman rubbed her daughter’s cheek endearingly with her thumb, “Nothing you need to concern yourself with. There was an… incident that occurred past curfew a few nights ago. We think some Kalos students might be involved, hopefully Augustine can help us track down who they are with the evidence they left behind.” She brought a finger to her lips, pulling out one of the throwing knives in a plastic bag to show Tilly. The paragon looked on with glittering eyes, also putting her finger against her lips and giggling.

Sabine let out a small nervous laugh and flattened herself against the locker as the woman turned, making her way down the hall towards them. The quail grasped a handful of Benji’s shirt and looking up to him with desperation. “If they accuse me I’m bringing you down with me,” she threatened in a low whisper.

“Oh now the fucking cops show up,” Benji growled, rolling his eyes and sliding behind the locker with Sabine’s grip. “Okay...okay. You don’t say shit. You let me do the talking. Push comes to shove I have a lawyer who knows a lawyer who got a guy off for grand theft auto despite the fact that his client drove to court in the stolen car.”

Benji slid into Sabine’s grip, making an exaggerated giggling sound.

“Oh Miss Peridot, you’re so forward~” Benji said, covering Sabine’s body with his own as the officer approached.


A confused sound emitted from the back of Sabine’s throat as Benji made his faux advancement. Unsure what to do with her hands, she lightly placed them on his upper arms, wincing from the unpleasant feeling in her chest.

The woman came into view and glanced at the canoodling students, giving a small chuckle to herself and adjusting her security belt. “Ah, to be a stripling,” she said to herself dreamily before continuing down the hall to the tune a cheery whistle.

Sabine roughly pushed Benji off her, cheeks flushed with wrath. “Surely there could have been a better solution,” she growled bitterly, shouldering past him and stomping down the hallway in the opposite direction of the officer. There was something in her dorm she needed to quickly dispose of.

“It worked, shut up,” Benji said almost cheerfully, glancing back at the police officer. “You don’t use knives; no one knows you use knives. As long as your team doesn’t point Mrs. Officer at you you should be fine…”

All the same.

Benji pulled out his scroll, sending a quick message to Jason before stowing it away.

“Hey...I’m sorry, okay?” Benji called after Sabine. “I never meant it to get this bad...I know that doesn’t help but...I’m sorry.”


Sabine rubbed her eyes as she turned around in the empty hallway, blinking a few times to bring Benji into focus. “Beg a little harder, maybe then I’ll forgive you,” she shot back heartlessly, “Sorry doesn’t cut it, this is something we all get to deal with now, no matter how many times you say it’s your problem alone. It’s--”

The quail stumbled against a locker, grasping her head. It was happening again. It was worsening with her lack of sleep. A smattering of sounds, faces, places, things filled her vision, too fleeting to be able to concentrate or make sense of it. Until she got her hands on that Everstone, she was too scared to fall asleep and too scared to stay awake.

Sabine wearily picked up her books from where they’d slipped in her grasp, holding them tight against her chest, appreciating the feeling of something tangible in her arms. “I saw… that night,” she explained vaguely through a heavy breath, “The night your parents died. I don’t know why. I didn’t ask to see it. That’s why I need an Everstone. If I grow up.. I’ll lose control.”

Benji blinked hard at the back of Sabine’s head, paused in the middle of helping her when she mentioned the bit about seeing his memories. He paused, lightly rapping his fist against the locker next to her as he stared over her head down the hallway. Once was bad enough for him but he wouldn’t wish seeing...that on anyone, least of all Sabine. He reached out, almost putting a hand on her shoulder before reaching back, clenching his hand by his side.

“Right...so we need to get a rock,” Benji said with a small nod. “If nothing else, as thanks for partially saving my life, can I at least buy you the damn thing so this...this all stops?”

Benji gestured to her back until he realized she couldn’t see her.


“I don’t.. need your charity, Neith,” Sabine lied, pursing her lips and stubbornly looking out the window, “I already had plans to retrieve one myself.” (See: steal).

She didn’t want to owe Benji anything. She was happy as is with the ball currently in her court, able to guilt him with Memmio’s threat whenever she pleased. Still.. she needed that Everstone.

Sabine paused to close her eyes, trying to muster the will to let Benji buy her the damn stone. “I..”

“Charity is volunteering at a soup kitchen on Christmas,” Benji said firmly. “You all but saved my life back there. Even if Memmio hadn’t shown up you still handled his friends well enough which is more than I could do.”

“So,” Benji said, leaning against the lockers. “This is less “charity” and more...restitution. For your inconvenience and help with Memmio’s people.”

“Soooo,” Benji continued, running his hand through his hair. “You can either buy the damn Everstone and charge my credit card or you can deal with me, every single day, from now until the end of time bugging you about making it up to you. Every vision you have, from here on out, will be me approaching asking how I can make it up to you. You will be eighty years old in a nursing home and my disembodied head in a jar will hover up and continuously ask you how I can make it up to you.”

“You do not know how annoying I can be when I want to,” Benji said with a weak smile.


“Then I suppose I have no choice,” Sabine conceded, with a dramatic sigh, “It will at least stop my father from putting away his spare change day to day to save up for it. I’ll tell him you got it as some early birthday present. Which is November 22nd, by the way.”

“By the damn stone and then will you go back to your normal hubristic self? You look like some Growlithe that was caught setting a trashcan on fire. I’m humiliated to be seen with you.”

Sabine glanced to Benji for a moment before looking back out the window intently. A small part of her wanted to say thank you but she refused to humour it.

“Fine, fine, just give me the address and I can get down there to buy it,” Benji said, with a small sigh scratching the back of his neck. He would probably ask Jason along and go in the middle of the day but he was going to get his hands on one if it killed him...or anyone else for that matter.

“Well if I’m bringing the party down I guess I have no choice but to buck up,” Benji said with a laugh. “Wouldn’t want your reputation to suffer on my account.”


“I’m pleased to hear you have my priorities in mind,” Sabine nodded triumphantly, digging into the pocket of her blazer to reveal her notepad from the night of the incident. She flicked to the page where she had documented the positions of the cameras outside the rare stones store, ripping off the top few lines.

“Here’s the address,” she passed over the scrap of paper. “Soo… I’m gonna.. see if the cafeteria has any cheesecakes left. I suddenly have a taste for sugar.” Sabine hesitated to turn on her heel. “You’ll hear from me if Sycamore’s dealings with that officer don’t proceed in our favour.”

“Thanks,” Benji said, glancing at the sheet of paper. “Seriously, you can’t even see into the future to find out if you need to walk to the cafeteria or not. Shit on a stick, Sabine, you got the raw end of the whole psychic visions thing.”

“Let’s hope Sycamoses can get through to her...if not, we need to agree on a story,” Benji said. “I should probably go chat with Jason; make sure he’s up on what’s going on. Good luck in your sugar hunt.”

With a small wave over his shoulder, Benji sauntered off, feeling a little better since the night he was almost murdered in cold blood along with two of his friends.

All in all a net win for the forces of good.


Fin.
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