``to meet the devil | Rocton

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"What the hell! Who do you think you are? Come back here!" That voice. She hated it. He wasn't the only one with that voice. He wasn't the only male who had used it on her and she would never let it take her over again. He had backed her into a corner. He had given her no choice. She had punched him with as much force as she could muster and as he was recovering she threw her wait at him giving her the chance to run. There were no one in the halls anyway. They were all in class. Unaware of the predicament at hand. She had slipped out to go to the bathroom, but she had known that James had had his eye on her since the day she had arrived at the DWMA.

She could hear his footsteps behind her and she pushed herself to run faster. She was heading to the front door of the academy so that she could go to her dorm. But she never reached that far. She turned around the corner only to slam directly into someone whom was also turning the corner, knocking them both to the ground. Lola's first instinct was to gasp and push herself away from him. When she finally sat up she noticed that she had ran into the one and only Rocton.

She pulled herself from him quickly and looked at him with an expression of hate. but it didn't last long before she remembered her situation and James came around the corner, somewhat aware of the fall. He glanced at Roc quickly before turning back to Lola. By now she was already standing up to dash off again, but the other boy grabbed her arm angrily. Fight or Flight instinct came rushing back to her once again and she began to struggle fiercely. She took her other hand and scratched James's arm swiftly, causing him to let go. He cried out and she turned to slip behind Roc. Use one man to fight against another. It was the perfect tactic. She would look like the victim, which she was, and he would look like the bad guy, which he was.

She made no noise throughout this whole thing and now wasn't any different. She may hate the man she had hidden behind, but that was no exception. Roc owed her anyway. Especially for the way most of the RBFC acted towards her for completely disagreeing with them.

She watched as James sized Roc up and then seemed to think better of directly attacking him. Instead he said. "She punched me. I was just trying to be nice to her."

[Rocton]

His announcement to the RBFC went out as well as he expected. The crafty devil may have had to give up a few things, some saved up money and a lot of time learning the basics of audio software but for peace and quiet again, any price was worth paying. He was walking back to his locker to pick up his books now that his lunch break was over, a much more confident stride in each of his steps now that he wasn't worrying about an ambush.

It really had gotten quite bothersome. For an ex-child soldier, having people follow him around, even if they weren't meaning any harm, just wasn't by any degree comfortable. Worse still, after being caught so many times the first few weeks, the RBFC girls started getting craftier and craftier, almost to the point that the NOT students among them could qualify as certified stealth EAT students. It had gotten to the point that soul perception, a skill he didn't have the luxury of practicing much on kishins after his partner had been scared into a coma, had actually gotten way better. When they started learning how to camouflage themselves into bushes and trash cans for a good picture, soul perception was the only way for the tortured meister to find them out.

Now that he didn't have to worry about the ninja paparazzi, he could stop wearing the hooded loose clothing that had been stockpiled over the weeks of cat and mouse and go back to wearing his light jackets, tuxedos, and for today, just a normal blue sports shirt under a light cloth jacket and comfortable jeans. He even got a small haircut now that his barber wasn't gonna get harassed for the cut locks (she burned them anyways for good measure) and his hair was short enough to that his scalp could feel breeze as he walked swiftly along.

Unfortunately, the whole debacle had prevented him from reaching his favorite spot for soda and now he was stuck trying to gulp down some god awful orange juice. It wasn't caffeinated, it lacked sugar and worst of all, it was so blatantly plastic tasting with each sip, he smacked his tongue and lips as much as possible to try and rub the aftertaste out.

With focus so intense, it was no surprise when he crashed into someone so hard that the plastic juice bottle flew forward and splashed into the floor ahead. Once he regained his composure, his eyes simply saw a look of damm near pure contempt from the girl who had smacked into him and just about as he was going to go off on her about how stupid she was to be running around so carelessly, her facial features completely changed from hate to childlike fear. Soon another figure showed up, some angry looking guy, the firearms meister wasn't really paying attention as he was trying to get himself back on his feet. Things happened quickly though because as he was got his legs under him, he heard a yelp and felt the girl quickly dash behind him.

"She punched me. I was just trying to be nice to her."

Typically, at this point, Rocton would just go whatever and move along, not for fear, but for lack of caring about the petty problems in shibusen. If people let him stay out of the way, by all means he would, less crap to deal with. The look of fear in the girls eye grasped him though, raised his intrigue, something was going on here. He took a look behind him to take another glance at her, then back at the "nice" guy.

"I'm only going to say this once, kid. Do we have a problem here?

Instinctively, before the guy even had a chance to respond, his hands reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out Sally, his battle painted M1911, and aimed it's barrel straight down at Mister "Nice" guys crotch area, then said in a sterner voice,

"DO.WE.HAVE.A.PROBLEM!?!

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For a moment Lola really thought that Rocton was going to ditch her right then and there, but he didn't. He glanced back at her, and as he did she looked back at him with eyes that pleaded he stay. If he left James would surely have his way with her. Then he turned back to her assaulter and ignored his whining voice.

"I'm only going to say this one, kid. Do we have a problem here?"

[/i] As his words fell like sly poison, Lola couldn't help but wince at the sound of his voice. She watched as James opened his mouth to reply with an annoying whine when Rocton made another move before he could reply.

"DO.WE.HAVE.A.PROBLEM?!"[/i]

She watched his face turn from peach pink to pale seaweed green. He was merely a meister that relied entirely on a demon weapon. That was what he was trained to do. Seeing as in his weapon was no where around the halls, he was on his own. His eyes trailed down to Sally, obviously pointed very carefully. He knew who Rocton Barret was. This time, Lola flinched away from the man in sudden shock. The authority in his voice was unsurprising, but very thick, Like peanutbutter in a dog's mouth.

"No Barret, of course not. Everything is all fine and dandy here. Peaches and rainbows. Seriously." He looked down at Lola one last time, before they settled on Sally as he walked away. Lola pulled away from the scene.

She was about ready to walk away when she stopped dead in her tracks. Rocton Barret had assisted her with one of her problems. It kinda felt like he had saved her life. She turned around slowly to face him. Her eyes lifted to fall into his own. She hesitated a moment before speaking. "Thank you Barret, I... I owe you something in return."

Though what she really needed was a trainer. Trainer? Then it hit her. Rocton Barret was one of the best fighters in the entire academy. Not to mention he didn't have a partner. Her eyes slipped away from Roc's as she began to think how she could make something like this work. RBFC! Perfect! She looked back up at him with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"I apologize to bother you even more Barret, But I have a request for you." She paused to glance away from him and to look around herself, feeling very nervous about asking the question. "Would you be willing to teach me how to fight and defend myself, for a price of coarse?" Then she looked at the ground, her fingers wiggling through each other with the tension of a nervous habit.

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