NEW SLAVES PT. 2 [FEAT. MINERVA]

“This job will be simple: we run in, save your parents, and have a celebratory dinner.” A whimsical sound that Minerva should have been used to; a confident chuckle drifted from the leader’s lips. He continued to rejoice in the comfort the couch provided for him, nonchalantly examining the Quincy in question as she contained herself. He was pleasantly surprised she managed to withhold her logical mindset thus far; perhaps it was the resolve to rescue her parents that was emboldening her. “Sugarpoo, reiterate the missions details, would you?” He flirtatiously demanded of his secretary, whom visibly illuminated of the eyes and cheeks.

“Wha--” She cleared her throat, barely managing to bypass the shyness that accosted her. “We—we’ve traced the Le'Valiér family to the Mt. Huangshan, our operatives report a bulk of their forces amassed in one major spot…” Her large, dilated eyes garnered the confidence to look at the winking Ashton, a chill tingling down her crossed legs as she furthered her typing. “I…believe that’s where the primary objectives are located, we still haven’t heard from our inside agent. But I know you can handle it, Boss.” The secretary smiled, unable to hold eye contact with the golden-eyed man any longer for reasons unstated. “But I did learn someth—”

Turbulence shot a powerful quake throughout the entirety of the jet, and the interior began to illuminate of emergency red lighting! Ashton’s body rocked off the couch, luring his forehead to knock onto the table near him. His secretary wailed in terror, her laptop crashed onto the ground while her body painfully scrunched by mercy of her airbag seatbelt. A blend of male voices reached the limitations of their pitch from the cockpit, the smell of fire and smoke, and oxygen masks roped downward to each seat from their emergency installations.

“Boss! Someone tipped them off, they’ve got us! The pilots are out and the jet is sabotaged!” A Quincy agent called out over the ambience of crisis, running forth in a stumble towards the three. Grunting, Ashton rose to his feet through the endless rumbling, swiftly gathering his three armaments and attaching them to their proper slots first and foremost.

“Take this.” The kingpin’s voice calmly yelled, throwing the secretary and the agent an oxygen mask and parachute from the emergency compartment. “Get her out of here!” Ashton waved his hand through the air, viciously commanding the Echt to save the secretary while he attended to Minerva. “Put this on.” He would help her to a rising posture had the young pureblood fallen, where he would assist her with equipping an oxygen mask.

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As he aided Minerva in successfully equipping her emergency gear, the agent and the secretary opened an emergency exit and leapt out of the newfound vortex of wind. This mishap that breached his plans was nothing more than an annoyance; the plan was to have the younger pureblood endure little stresses throughout this adventure. But there was never in profit in digressing in the midst of urgency. His smile stayed upon the Alanis girl, whom he would attempt to pick up bridal style and lessen the gravity of the situation with his static wit, “Something like that, sweetheart.” Though the fact that he had to yell over the alerting ambience and wind most likely lessened the hilarity.

Should she be in his arms, he would swiftly walk towards the opened exit and jump out with no parachute whatsoever. Ashton himself didn’t need a parachute to lessen the velocity of his fall with his supernatural body, and with Minerva in his hands, forcing her to use a parachute would be unnecessary; though the oxygen mask would allow her lungs to properly function at this as they descended the higher altitude. The very second they jumped from the plane; every single strand of their hairs would violently twirl with the copious amounts of wind.

“We’ll drive next time!” He hollered with the elasticity of his skin stretched ever so lightly, not knowing or caring whether or not the Quincy would be capable of auditing the whimsical syllables. He abused the air pressure through his spiritual nimbleness, and steadily slowed the speed of their fall to an almost comfortable, yet fast descent. Escaping the veil of the clouds they would see the beautiful, softly-civilized landscape of Mount Huangshan.

His golden eyes drifted downward to the young lady in his arms, visually investigating how the sudden turn of events were affecting her.

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As the operation furthered, he found himself to be rather dazzled by the semblance of a calm that she managed to consistently layer over herself. With the hiccups of the mission coupled with the stress of her parents being taken hostage, he’d expected her to somewhat emotionally fracture by now; at least on the exterior. Seeing the extents of her logical mindset and resolve was pleasing, to be frank. However, there was a much more prominent detail that required fixing at the moment. The kingpin allowed his eyes to linger downward and examine the efficiency of her oxygen mask.

And before sensation would kick in, the hand that curled about her legs would maneuver over and give her gluteus maximus a rough squeeze. The action was undoubtedly unnecessary and didn’t befit the justification of extra-protection, but it made the exercise more fun. Pivoting his body downward, the leading male allowed his legs to drift upward and rocket the two downward! Their velocity reached unimaginable levels over the course of a few seconds, nearly breaking the sound barrier. Their strands of white and red hair respectively proceeded to tango with the newfound wind at hyper-speeds, their clothing ruffling along in the air like a ragdoll.

And as the milliseconds passed by, the thousands upon thousands of yards prohibiting their feet from gracing the mountain steadily became a memory; the landscape growing larger and larger in their eyes. A flirtatious, prolonged whistle sung from the redhead’s lips as his mind’s eye caught sight of a gigantic explosion in the air miles behind them—the very jet they arrived on. Fortunately, the beauty of nature soon encompassed their beings, and enveloped their noses. With his butt-gripping hand ever potent, the soul reaper slowed their intense speeds, descending his feet downward the few yards with a complacent smile upon his face.

The Shinigami’s boots landed upon the ends of grass, a wide and extravagant lake lazing directly in front of them. A plethora of trees surrounded their backsides, squirrels and birds habituating the nature ever so pleasantly. For all intents and purposes, they were in the middle of nowhere with the sole objective of finding the secretary; assuming she survived. He proceeded to tenderly lay her feet down to his right, situating his hands in his pockets as he surveyed the surroundings.

“Now let’s find Sugarpie before she gets eaten by a mountain lion,” he chuckled, angling his grin towards the Echt near him, “Hope I didn’t bruise you, by the way.”

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One of the executive’s wine-colored eyebrows rose in confusion, as if he hadn’t the slightest clue what she was accusing him of. His right forefinger managed to liberate itself from his pocket, tickling his cheek with introspective scratches as he drifted his eye contact. “I had to do that,” he sniffed, walking past the blushing female to examine the trees encompassing them, “for safety, sensitivity, breathing, aperture, color coordination.” He mumbled his random words into an awkward cough before totally disregarding the female’s concerns and proceeding to further the objective at hand.

Reaching his right hand back into his pocket, he exposed an android cellphone to the sunlight, staring at it intently and noticing that there wasn’t a semblance of a connection on this mountainous region. It seemed as if they were going to have to complete their mission the hard way. Though on fortune’s token, he was capable of sensing any Syndicate members like an alpha werewolf tracking the pack. He cast his emotionless eyes around his broad shoulders, “We need to find my assistant. Until we find her, we won’t be able to find your parents in time.”

He started strolling forth with his hands appropriated back in his pockets, blinking twice to bring a demonic red hue to his cybernetic eyes; his vision acuity amplified with almost illogical boundaries. “Remember: the Le'Valiér family owns this mountain. Keep your eyes open for any surprises.” He laughed, allowing the newfound cordiality of his voice to falter to its normal comical tone, “And stop looking at my ass.” With honesty assuming the microphone, her bottom really wasn’t all that bad. He’d much better trunks, and while it definitely wasn’t on Beyonce’s tier, it was decent to say the least. It was a six out of ten; would grab again.

“Come on.”

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“Mastermind? Please, I’m too good looking to be that smart.” He chuckled, momentarily exposing his whimsical cheeks to her. With truth bare, he was much more than a mastermind that she would ever know. He could have orchestrated this whole ordeal simply to have an excuse to leap out of a jet and have the opportunity to cop a feel about her bottom side; good gracious ass is bodacious. But the truth of the matter would never come to light, there were parents to save and jest to dole. As they entered the vast forest, a plethora of crackling branches and leaves would invade their sound waves, and the unnatural rippling of the lake behind them would eventually veil behind the acuity of their ears.

“And anyway, I’ve already got the whole super villain lair thing, it’s already copyrighted. It’s a...long story…” He mumbled with a chuckle, waving his hand about in the air to backhand a mosquito. Turning his cheek, he saw a Cobra snake slithering about a tree no more than seven feet away from Minerva and himself, a multitude of vicious spiders crafting homes and feasting upon prey, and a couple of serene squirrels going about their business. With his cybernetic eyes, every single subject was within his field of view; none of which warranted any reaction but natural caution.

About fifty paces within the forest, the beautiful lighting of the sun would fall to the shroud of the overwhelming sized trees. While looking directly forward and following his spiritual detection towards the secretary’s last sensed location, he kept his extended peripherals upon the young Echt behind him to assure himself of not only her safety, but to protect his trunk from unwanted hands. The kingpin’s eyes widened, and his right hand instinctively traveled towards the handle of one the twin Quincy weapons about his hip! He stopped, outstretched his hand forward to halt Minerva from further movement. Something or someone beyond the arching trees dozens in feet in front of them irregularly crackled the leaves and fallen branches.

“By the way, watch out for that snake behind you.” He said through an audible whisper, his tone as eased as ever.

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The singing of insects halted for a split second as the Syndicate leader withdrew one of his Quincy blades and precisely heaved it forth. The blade pierced right through every nature-bound obstacle and tree, and crucified an abnormally large purple spider. However, through his significantly widened peripherals, he noticed Minerva’s need to expand her proximity when he touched his handle. It was admittedly insulting and jabbing to the heart knowing that she was more than wary of him, yet concurringly electrifying and delicious knowing he invoked fear within her; thus he couldn’t blame her. On a more prominent token, it seemed as if the young girl had noticed the actual snake slithering towards her.

He could have easily removed the snake from the premises, but it was quite more interesting to examine how she dealt with the carnivore. In most countries, she was considered a grown woman by law—and possibly a future Syndicate agent whom longed to be taken seriously. Slowly, Ashton’s peacefully smiling figure twirled a 180°, and looked upon her form with his glowing red eyes. He couldn’t help but chuckle as she tactlessly heaved a rock at the habitual creature. At least she was cute.

The Shinigami took a few paces forward and unsheathed his Zanpakutō to not kill, but utilize the blunt side of the steel to whirl the slimy creature into the far distance before it had a chance to bite Minerva. His smile began to evolve, the skin around his eyes crinkling softly as he returned the blade to its pitch-black scabbard. He deactivated his cybernetics via two quick blinks, and allowed his normal golden jewels to look upon her as one would a younger sibling; with humility, amnesty, and platonic affection.

“I’m curious.” His tender, yet deep voice began. He extended his dextral hand forward to assist her up, unaware of whether or not she’d accept the gesture. “If there was one thing you could change about your life, what would it be?”

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