Why it bothered her so much, she wasn’t quite sure. Yes, they spoke, but it was rare and far between that she did. She wasn’t quite sure just how she fit into all of this. They always seemed to be smiling at their own private joke.Īnd then there was Lal. Fong and her would sit, observing the others as they sipped tea. When Mammon or Verde were off in their own worlds, quiet and anti-social, she would be the only one to attempt, and succeed, in making them talk to her. She treated Reborn and Skull as her children - scolding Reborn when he would tease and torment Skull, coddling Skull when he felt alone and lonely. Luce treated them all differently, and yet they were all equals to her.
She watched her when she thought when she wasn’t looking, observing the way she treated the other chosen. To push Reborn to that…Lal wondered just what Luce was truly hiding. She just looked at him after he had teased Skull, and his shoulders hunched and he was unable to look her in the eye. Oh, she didn’t yell or scream at him, hit him, nothing of the sort. She was everything that Lal despised about women, weak and dependent on a man to protect her. That was true of Skull as well, but at least he had some kind of physical skill that could be of use. She didn’t understand how she could be included in the seven strongest people in the world. Yes, she was a mob boss, but only of a small family without any real standing. She was small and delicate, didn’t have any special skills that she could see. The first time that Lal saw Luce, she didn’t think much of her. AN/Disclaimer: So.this was going to be a light-hearted UST fic.
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