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Chapter 01: Mission one, in action.

CHAPTER ONE:

MISSION ONE, IN ACTION.

{"princess" zephyr's point of view} 

    HIS FOREHEAD CREASED as both of his hands covered his ears, preventing himself from listening to the endless rants that were escaping from my mouth. I understand his struggles perfectly, hiding the possible smile that wanted to escape through my lips upon seeing my plan unfold just the way they should. You could see the irritation dancing along his face, something that instead makes me feel glad.

    Well, boo hoo.

    My expression stays the same, another thing that somewhat mixed to his annoyance. He released a soft cuss before he walked outside and closing the door with a loud bang. My lips managed to finally reveal the twitch that badly wanted to escape the minute I managed to annoy him. It wasn't a surprise that without even spending a complete hour with him, he's already pissed with me.

    Annoying someone is an easy thing.

    I'm rich, a brat if you prefer.

    Nagging is like a free coupon when you somewhat made a mistake and retrieve someone like me. Not that it's a surprise for anybody, anyway. Which makes me utterly confused why the man was treating me like a normal person - like he was confused when I would request the most impossible things from him. From his job, he should have already know that I have lived in a life where everything is perfect, everything I have is an arm-length, and if I don't have something, my parents are always there to amend my need.

    However, I wasn't like those normal rich snobby girls who gets pampered every time they messed up. 

    My parents, despite their good nature, were never really parents who babied me whenever I do something messed up. They made me take responsibility of my actions - which in turn, had me grow up to be someone who I am today. 

    If I were just some regular rich girl, I wouldn't have made a mess for myself which let me get all tangled up in this somewhat humble home.

    If I just behaved like an average person, I would still be in the house while listening to my mother's piano and possibly not making it my day job to annoy a man that holds the candle to my life. Whatever happened to my life? 

    Damn.

    My eyes take a look around the room that the man just somewhat pushed me in. Contrary to popular belief, being kidnapped isn't all that bad. If I say so myself, I expected that I would be tied up in a rusty chair as the rotten smell, dusty surrounding, and blood-smeared wall welcomed my eyes.

    But I wasn't near that dilemma.

    The room, to my utter disbelief, is very welcoming for someone who is supposed to be a prisoner. It has everything that a place needs except for anything electrical as it would give me access to ask help - but you got the point. It instead looks comfortable than anything that would cause some inconvenience to me. He's taking me to be a prisoner, a ransom—but this seems like he's providing for me.

    Or maybe, I must have gone crazy, or he drugged me. I wish that it wasn't the latter. 

    "Ten o'clock," I muttered softly.

    The house would be on full alert by this second. My friends would have called my parents to say that I'm not in the humble of their abode, striking everyone into a massive panic. I'm sure Mother must get the hint that I'm missing, knowing the single fact that I hated the idea of loitering around the night.

    But they wouldn't find me. 

    They can't.

    They shouldn't. 

    Deciding not to think about those things, my feet paced outside the room where the monster is carefully laid out in the couch. His feature made me aware that he knows that I'm outside the room and right back staring at him, yet his eyes never left his television.

    "Mr. Zephyr! Mrs. Zephyr! Any comments about your daughter's disappearance?"

    My breath hitched as I heard some reporters calling my parents, stunned to see every media outlet outside our home. Looking back into the television, I was in utter shock to see the span of how many people are there, swarming the outside of our house like pests as the limousine of my parents were parked outside, seeing that they can't enter their property since a swarm of people was blocking the car. The head of the security laid out a couple of bodyguards, sending a path so the limo can safely enter the property without hurting anybody.

    "News travel fast, do they?" 

    Rah musher the words as he continues flipping the channels, a bowl of chips were in his lap as he continued on munching them down. He seemed nonchalant, already knowing that his doing would cause such an uproar in the state. 

    Every channel has nothing but countless reporters that was outside our property. Horror flashed as many people continued on putting speculations as to why I was missing. Rah continues to flip the channels, but as I get annoyed at the numerous reports about how I ran away with someone or getting disowned by my parents, I grab the remote out of his hands before pressing the off button.

    He grinned, seemingly surprised by my actions before propping himself more comfortable on his wooden couch. A glimmer in his eyes appeared before speaking, "Aren't you a rude one, heiress?"

    I gritted my teeth, annoyed at how he was acting, "There was nothing on it but a countless of trespassers, dressing as reporters! How f*****g dare they do something so idiotic as to harass my parents!"

    "Hearing a cuss from you feels refreshing," he commented with a smirk.

    My lips pulled out a smile, "f**k you." 

    Instead of getting pissed, like I thought he would be -  the man only laughed loudly at my words to which I do understand in some aspect. No matter how I try to be badass, I always seemed to look gentle on the outside. Every cuss that escapes through my mouth seems blurb or not at all intimidating.

    "Do one more!" He teased with a smile.

    My eyes rolled, pointing at the screen of the TV, "Don't watch those trespassers." 

    "That's their job, heiress."

    "That's their job," I mocked.

    He sighed, pushing himself out of his comfort as he gazes at me, "What do you want? To who do I own the pleasure of seeing your face and hearing your mouth sputter up a cuss?"

    "I want some food," I announced. 

    "Let me get one thing straight," his voice was neutral as he managed to put a foot distance between us, "I'm a kidnapper, heiress. Not your butler or cook. I don't amend to your needs."

    I rolled my eyes, not once minding what was spilling from his mouth, "Then what am I supposed to do? Starve to death? That will have you arrested and end up without a single cent."

    "If you want to starve, then be my guest," he shrugged before casually dumping his body back in the couch, "or you can do something like cook for yourself. After all, you don't have maids here. Better act like someone who is normal."

    My feet take a single step as I think of some countless ways to stab him repeatedly, but then everything seems to stop as I take a positive side of everything. I do not know how to cook - that means, I could cause chaos. If I did cook - whatever the f**k that is, I could burn his kitchen down. 

    I did plan on annoying the s**t out of him, why not start with this?    

    However, do I want to do s**t like that? 

    Looking back at the man who was staring at me with nothing but annoyance, I already made up my mind. If he plans of annoying me, I will retaliate. After all, I should be better at this rather than him. This man was a peculiar man, however. 

    No matter how I look at this - he seemed like someone who doesn't mean me harm.

    Sht, am I just delusional from hunger?

    Maybe. 

    "Okay," I agreed with a nod. 

    I didn't even need to look at his face to know that he was surprised by my answer. Giving no attention to his useless reactions, my hands start to turn or push everything that my hand can land on. Back in the house, I wasn't allowed near or at least in a mile radius from the kitchen for some reason that I somewhat forgot—

    :bam: /sfx

    Coughing violently, I try to push away the smokes that start to form in the kitchen by moving my hand rapidly. I wasn't even sure what had happened but I know that I have done something terribly wrong. There were movements from the my side, and before I know it, I was dragged into the living room. 

    In a complete state of panic that escaped through my mind, I still tried my best to catch my breath. My left hand reached my heart, thinking that it would slow down the erratic beating. Beads of sweat starts to collect from the side of my temple and I wasn't sure how to handle the spinning of my sight. 

    "You're so stupid." 

    I heard a loud voice rolled out of nowhere as a hand clasped into mine that was still moving rapidly just right in front of my face, in desperate attempt to extinguish the smoke out of my face. My eyes remain shut as my breathing is still nowhere near normal.

    "Heiress," his voice made me flutter my eyes open in which he nodded like he made himself believed that he had some progress. Rah's feature seems tensed before he slowly talked me through my panic state mind, "Breathe in and out. Slowly. Try to not think of anything but catching your breath."

    I nodded softly, fluttering my eyes closed as I try to resonate my breathing. Counting to three and trying to remember everything that he was commanding me. His voice was in a soft manner that any sane person would be able to calm with his instruction. Ever so slowly, my breathing came into that regular pattern as my hand continued to grasp onto him, never wanting to let go of my current anchor to reality. 

    Why did I even forgot that they ban me in the kitchen since simple accidents like that would make me hyperventilate!?

    "Are you sane now?" He asked, still in that soft and soothing voice. 

    The only response I could offer was an approval - a nod. It took me a minute before I finally had the strength to push my back into the comfort of the couch. He still looked a little bit disoriented, so I mumbled out a response, in need of something to calm him.

    "Yeah. I am. Thanks for that."

    "Great," he hissed before grabbing hold of my wrist before pulling me right in front of him, "What the f**k were you thinking!? You will have burned the house if you continue to do whatever the f**k that is!"

    Gone were his gentle voice and that rough and cold voice resonate in the room. There was a fraction of me that was scared as to how fast he could change his emotions and how he show himself in front of me. People like him can easily manipulate anyone with a blink of an eye.

    I had been a sucker for that.    

    Not anymore. 

    With a rough voice, I responded back, "You were the one who told me to cook my meal! Do I look like I know how this thing works!? Why are you blaming me!"

    "Do I look like I care about—"

    My eyes rolled sideways, crossing my arms just below my chest, "Well, you are getting pissed off as hell. So yes, you do seem like you care."

    As he takes a step towards me, letting my breath hitched. I could see the glimmer in his eyes, knowing full well that he had saw the moment of fear that I had in his actions. While it was true that the man never did anything that could cause me some physical harm - there is nothing stoping him from that.

    I, on the hand, doesn't have a fiber in my body that could defend myself to his attack.

    Rah is someone who one would know that workout every hour that he could. You could see the contour of his body from the shirt that he wore. Tattoos filled his sleeves, forming some intricate designs that I will never understand. He looked like someone who doesn't have a care in the world if he killed someone. 

    The heel of his shoes was touching mine, and that was a great reminder that he was way too close! His eyes were hollow and somewhat dark, making me aware that he was nowhere near playing some sort of games with me now.

    This made me aware of the fact that I don't hold my life now. He can kill me in any second that he would want to, and he could still gain the money that was promised to him. Dead or alive, my mother would always want to claim my body.

    A sick thought that I have learned the hard way. 

     This man is just like them - always playing around the dark to grab hold of the money that I am worth.

    "You f*****g—" as my body shivers from the coldness of his voice, his words halted. His hand touched the bride of his nose, which let his eyes to flutter closed. His other hand touched the side of his waist before he released this constricted sigh, "Clean all those messes, now."

    He didn't even place an argument before he walked out from me and straight into his room. That was it - nothing more but a constraint anger from me. I wonder what had happened that he managed to control his anger? For a moment there, he could have snapped. 

    I know that he doesn't also fear the fact that I could run away since he locked the door from the inside. Despite his constant teasing and how he acts towards me, I know for a fact that he is a smart man. He knows everything that would ease his mind if ever a problem arises.

    If he isn't doing this kind of business, he would have been a captain of my bodyguards. 

    At the rumbling of my stomach, a soft sigh escapes my lips. I wasn't lying when I said that I was hungry. It has been hours since I last ate and I plan on eating out before taking on my journey. It was just a stroke of bad luck when this i***t man spotted me and offered me no food to eat. 

    I walked back into the kitchen and gulped at the sight that I managed to make in his kitchen. His stove seemed damage as I could still see some visible smoke escaping through the vents. To my defense, he did ask for this.

    Maybe not to this extent...

    ...so maybe, I am in the wrong too? He doesn't have much, maybe this was way too mean for me. 

    The moment of my self reflection ended as soon as I reached some cabinets. I push it open, but there was no source of a meal at any angle.

    Well, if I can open a can without killing myself, that would be freaking lovely.

    "That can have food in—what the f**k!"

    Both of my hands clasp my heart as I take a good look at the voice that startled me. Rah was leaning on the counter top while holding his throbbing forehead that somewhat got attacked by the can that escaped my grasp. 

    I might have thrown into his annoying face. 

    Again, not my fault! He f*****g scared me! 

    "What the f**k is your problem!?" He gritted, wincing upon inflicting pain in his head by screaming. 

    I shrugged before picking the can back into my hands, flashing an awkward smile to the man who seemed to be in great pain, "You... scared me?" 

    "If you just weren't worth living, I could have killed you."

    His voice was thick, something that made me inwardly gulp from his threat. This cold voice was just like before he walks back into his room, something raw and regal. I know that this was inevitable, pissing a kidnapper wouldn't do me any good. Without my value, I would have already died, huh?

    My father must have put out the exact money that I am worthy of, and I know for sure that every person who needs cash must be looking for me at this very second. 

    "Give it to me," he mumbled out of nowhere as he extends his arms on mine. His forehead had some marks that made me cringe. Rah must have forgotten about the pain as he only raised his brow, offering his hands. I shook my head, even taking a small step back from him. His gaze intensified, "Give it to me. Now."

    "Y-you give it!" I almost hit my self repeatedly as I stutter a dumb.

    He sighed, holding the side of his forehead, "Can you even open that thing?"

    I blinked, stopping for a second, "Oh."

    "Yeah," he rolled his eyes before mouthing a mock, "oh."

    My hands handed him the can as he placed it on the table. I grinned, eagerly waiting for him to do his magic on the menace of a can. The man is indeed built for something that would involve a physical combat with three males. I am sure that he can manage to open a single can. 

    He grabs a small knife before impaling it on the can, opening it in a matter of seconds without even exerting a single effort. 

    This is just sorcery. 

    Cans are a menace, I tell you. We used to open a can that holds the needed item for our experiment, and the teacher helped me open one since I was the only one who was having a hard time to open this so-called 'easy open can'.

    Easy open, my ass!

    Rah grabbed a small plate, pouring what's inside of the can. It seems like what my chef would eat when she's tired of cooking and frankly, I do enjoy eating foods like these. A small smile creeps onto my lips, taking the plate off of his arms as I walk into the comfort of the room that I'm supposed to stay in. 

    This does look edible.

    "Thank you, Rah!" I heard him holler his name, clearly mocking me.

    I, however, just grinned as I take a good look at him, "You're so welcome, heiress."

    The door shut close as my eyes met the outskirt of this place. A small frown etched on my face whenever I would see the outside. I never really been someone who would research things or know where things are. Therefore, I wasn't even sure as to where the man had taken me. 

    Rah put a cloth in my eyes as he takes me into this place so I wouldn't see the way back into the city. That ride took at least a couple of hours before we reached this place, at least that's what I remember. During some hours in the trip, I have slept for possibly quite some time. I only woke up when Rah hit some bumps. 

    Let's give myself some award for getting some sleep while being kidnapped. 

    I am possibly the only willing prisoner in the world. 

    We're probably in some lower province, something that I'm conflicted with. Running away from this place seems easy enough but finding shelter as the sun descends seems pretty hard. The only perks that I have in this place are they have some problem reaching news and alerts in the city. 

    Rah, to my surprise, was good at putting matters into his own hands.

    It only took him a couple of minutes to set up his TV to show news.

    A sigh escapes my lips as I take a small drink from my bottle that was now right by the side. I scan the things that I already dragged out of my duffel bag. Not much is inside that thing, seeing that I panicked and just pushed everything that I saw in my closet.

    Two onesies, six tops, five legging, three jogging pants, some socks and one pair of shoes. That's-

    Wait, what the hell?

    I jumped back into the bed as I ransack the duffel back over and under, but I still can't find the single thing that my eyes badly want to see at this moment. No, there's no freaking way that someone as important as that is not on my bag!

    Pushing myself out of bed, I ran back into the room that was close in the front door. It was Rah's room, and it was annoying how my room has a broken knob while his door had one that is perfectly stable and can possibly carry my weight.

    Okay, that's way too much, but you get my point! 

    "HEY! ASSHOLE!"

    I heard a groan from the inside of the room, "Get out."

    what the hell? "Are you stupid? I am outside!"

    "Shut up," he responded with a tired voice.  

    "Put your ass outside and help me out!"

    There was no response from him which made me do the most obvious thing — continuous knocking to his door like my life depended on it. If kind words don't sit right with him, maybe annoying him does. He didn't seem to mind my actions, acting like my knock was the only lullaby that was available at this second. 

    I, however, didn't buy his facade and didn't stop myself from knocking in what seems like a hundred things. To which, in turn, lead him to flush the door open. A grin escaped my lips, to which he snarled. I already know that he would lose.     

    Everyone hates disturbance when you're sleeping. 

    "What the f**k is so important that you plan on breaking my damn door?" He snapped, looking at me with such fire in his eyes. 

    Instead of fearing for my life, my lips pulled into a smile, "I want to take a bath!"

    His rigid feature changed as the moment that words escape my lips. Complete surprise was printed his face while his forehead creased. I could see his mouth move, but then he would close it as if he was stopping himself from uttering something. Rah was struggling to talk while I, did the dumbest thing that I can do—stare at him. 

    What? This is a serious topic.

    He raised a brow, ushering to the room that was a few feet away from us, "The bathroom is that way, heiress.."

    "I know," I rolled my eyes before nodding at him, "I need your help."  

    His eyes grew wide before gulping slowly. A great conflict was swirling in those brown eyes, and if I have been a little crazy, I would have been mesmerized by those eyes. However, I am sane. 

    Rah coughed, frowning, "I'm not going to help you bathe, heiress."

    My forehead creased in his words and a snap, my words somewhat entered my mind. I can now see how my words functioned in his mind and honestly, it was my mistake for not explaining thing right. As my cheeks flushed red, he released this soft laugh which made me kick his shin. 

    Now he's acting coy. 

    "Just say it," he yawned, leaning on the door frame, "I need some time away from you."

    "I don't have any..."

    "Any what? Patience? So do I."

    My eyes darted into his, "f**k you."

    He c****d his head to the side, "Manners?" 

    My feet kicked his legs, "I will cut you!" 

    "Yeah, yeah," he dismissed, nodding at me, "what do you want?"     

    "I..."

    He sighed as he takes hold of the door, almost closing it in a swift, but my body is much faster than his actions. I let my eyes face him, not knowing how I would say this. I gulped, and finally, I found my voice.

    "I don't have any knickers, damn it!"