Frigid Night woke up in a chair, blinking his eyes a few times to adjust his vision. It seemed to already be dark out.
“Guuuh…” he groaned and rubbed at his eyes.
The chair he was sitting in was surprisingly comfortable, but he didn’t remember getting into one. In front of him stood a square oaken table, all prepped and ready for dinner. There were two candles in the middle, along with two plates, glass cups, and utensils on their respective sides.
“What…?”
“Oh hi, Friggy, you’re awake!” someone he knew said behind him.
Frigid widened his eyes as Mirror Match walked over and placed a metal tray full of different kinds of meat in the middle of the table before sitting across from him. She had on her usual Templar robes, though the cape was missing.
“Sorry I didn’t dress up for this,” she smiled happily. “I had to go out to deal with something and cook all this. How are you? It’s been a while.”
“What?” Frigid bent forward slowly, stiff from his time being inactive. “You brought me here?”
“Of course!” the Templar giggled. “I’ve missed you, Friggy, so I thought I’d set up a date for us. Just you and me. You’re fine with that right?”
“No,” Frigid managed to say without a smile on his face. “It’s not. I know you don’t really love me. I’ve seen what you’ve done. I’m just a tool to you, aren’t I?”
Mirror Match drew back, surprised. “Friggy, how could you say that? After setting up everything for you? I had to go through the trouble to plant a fake contract to get you here. I even did the cooking!”
“The contract is a fake? Well… I’m grateful, Mirror, that you took so much trouble to see me, but tell me. What am I to you? Or am I just something for you to use?”
“Of course I still love you, Friggy.” Mirror Match looked down at the table disappointedly. “You mean a lot to me. It’s just… what I need done requires me on this side.”
“And the others?” Frigid reminded her. “Pierce Network, Fire Frenzy, Broadside, Sparkplug. What about them?”
“They acted against my queen. They needed to be punished.” Mirror picked up a fork and knife and picked out a piece of meat. “Please help yourself.”
Frigid narrowed his eyes at her, but did as she said anyway. He figured he might as well be civilized, since she prepared a meal for him, and besides, her cooking was really good. He picked out a square piece of beef and put it on his plate.
“So…” Mirror said after taking a bite out of her food. “Do you still need more convincing that I’m still in love with you?”
“Yes,” Frigid nodded and cut his piece into bite size. “Because from what I’ve looked at, it doesn’t quite seem so anymore.”
He took a good look at his surroundings, just in case he had to make a run for it. The room he was in was huge, the ceiling way over his head. There was a small fireplace by the side, along with a gigantic TV and couch near the center of the room.
“But Friggy, I want to be with you, believe me,” she continued, pouring a bit of wine for both of them into tall glass cups. “But the Assassins are doomed, surely you realize? Now with this new Grand Master at their head… I don’t want you to die, Friggy. I care about you.”
Frigid bit into his meal and enjoyed it for a few seconds before giving Mirror an answer. “If you really care about me, you’d care about my friends too. Please, Mirror. Leave Pierce alone.”
Mirror seemed to think about it, putting a finger to her chin as she chewed. After swallowing, she finally gave him an answer. “Alright, you win, Friggy. I’ll leave Pierce alone. At least for now. How about that?”
Frigid nodded. It was a start. Perhaps he could convince her to abandon her executions completely one day. It seemed impossible, but Frigid held on to that hope. He was also starting to believe she still loved him, but after all the evidence and circumstances they had been through, the Assassin still had doubts about his ex-girlfriend. Was this all a ruse?
“Mirror, I admit, I still miss having you around, but I’ve been getting used to it. Mentor’s given me a new apprentice and all to help me through it.” Frigid continued eating through the beef as Mirror watched him with a smile. It was some really good food she could prepare.
“You’ve replaced me already?” Mirror waved a hand playfully. “Don’t tell me I have to compete for your love now?”
“Oh, no. Morning Blade’s much younger. And I don’t know. I’m not that close to her yet.”
Mirror finished all the meat on her plate and downed her glass of wine. “In that case, you’re still all mine, Friggy. Really, I still love you. You can take my word for it. Would I ever lie to you?”
Frigid took a sip of his drink and raised an eyebrow. “You have, Mirror. You lied to me when I brought you to the bureau.”
“Bah, that was one time, Friggy. I haven’t done so after that, haven’t I?” Mirror leaned back and raised a hand to her cheek as she watched him.
“You really still like me, Mirror?” Frigid asked as he ate some more. “For real?”
Even if they weren’t together anymore, Frigid couldn’t doubt that Mirror Match was the prettiest woman he had ever known. Maybe even prettier now, in fact.
“Who’s the one who stayed by you when all your friends abandoned you?” Mirror asked as she dangled her fork under her fingers. “Who listened to all your problems and gave you advice when you needed it?”
He had to admit, Mirror Match was right. She was there to listen to his troubles and kept him company when the rest lost their trust in him. Perhaps she was right. She was the only real friend he had left. The only person he could express his feelings to.
“I’m sorry I doubted you, Mirror,” Frigid leaned back. “Thanks. For being with me.”
“Of course, Friggy,” Mirror smiled as she poured more wine and grabbed more food. “So, how are you finding the meal?”
“Great as always, Mirror,” Frigid chuckled and cut up a piece of steak. “You’ve got a real talent right there.”
“That I know.” She picked out another chunk of meat and began eyeing Frigid, a small smile creeping onto her face. “Anything else you want?”
Frigid couldn’t help but look at her intently, remembering the fun times they had together; the passionate nights they had together. When he realized he was still staring at her, he blushed and cleared his throat before looking away.
“Oh… No. Everything’s fine, Mirror.”
“Are you sure?” she asked as she deposited another slice down her throat. “You look a little flustered.” Her smile began to widen.
Frigid took a long sip of wine to take his mind off of her. He was starting to look a little too closely at Mirror. He felt his temperature began to rise, thinking specifically to the special nights he had with her.
“Oh, all fine, Mirror… Nothing wrong.”
In truth, Frigid wasn’t alright. He could feel his want for the woman he loved, but it was a strange thing. He hadn’t had this feeling since the days before Mirror left the Brotherhood.
The Templar agent seemed to sense it too. She put her fork and knife down, and crossed over to Frigid’s position. Pulling out his chair, she leaned into him and grasped for his head.
“Oh, Friggy,” she shook her head. She smelt nice. Like a scent of strawberries and cream. “You don’t hide your emotions very well. That’s one thing I love about you.”
She pulled his head close and kissed him. Any restraint Frigid had earlier was broken. He wrapped his arms around Mirror’s back and pulled her in right up against him.
“I’m sorry,” Frigid said in between kisses. “I’ve always loved you, Mirror. I never stopped.”
“I know you haven’t,” she smiled. “I know you haven’t.”
Frigid soon found himself beside Mirror on her bed, his mouth still joined with hers with the exception of small breaths in between.
The Assassin felt as though his mind had been scrambled; all he could think about was Mirror Match. Every small touch sent shocks through his body, leaving him wanting more.
“Let’s turn it up a notch, shall we Friggy?”
In one quick motion, Frigid’s coat and shirt were fluttering down to the floor, following by Mirror’s own, exposing their bodies to each other again. Frigid’s eyes began making his way down her front, eventually followed by his hands as he lost his self-control completely.
“Yes, well done, Friggy,” Mirror closed her eyes and let Frigid do as he pleased. “That’s nice…”
It wasn’t enough for Frigid. He wanted more. He quickly stripped off all their remaining clothes and leaned into Mirror as he looked for her mouth again, kissing her deeply.
“Mirror… You’re so pretty…”
“Oh, don’t worry, Friggy. I know that,” she smiled and traced her fingers along his chest. “And look at you. You’ve gotten stronger! You been working out?”
Frigid felt her lips against his cheek, and then against his neck. For a second, he was afraid she was going to bite him again, but she did nothing more than make him feel alive. It was as if he had an electrical current passing through him; it felt good. Too good.
It felt as if the receptors all over his body went haywire when the Templar agent reached down with a hand.
“Ah, Mirror…”
Then the sound of thunder turned both their heads to one of the blinded windows before the sound of rain howled all around them.
“Oh, look at that. Looks like a big storm.” Mirror pulled Frigid down to her, her mouth right beside his ear. “For tonight, you’re all mine...”
Morning Blade knocked on the door another three times and waited. In one hand, she carried a small towel, while she held a toothbrush in the other.
Her room’s water supply had mysteriously shut off, forcing her to look around for another source. She had knocked on the rooms closest to hers, but no one seemed to be in. She didn’t dare go into just any Assassin’s room, so she headed to Frigid’s.
As she waited she began to think how silly of a plan it was. What if he was using the bathroom? What if he was already asleep?
No. It’s still too early for Frigid to be asleep.
A blush crept over the green-skinned girl’s face as the thought of using her mentor’s bathroom filled her mind. It really was a strange request; she realized she didn’t even know how to ask the question.
She took a long swallow and waited a while longer. When no answer came, she decided to see if he was in there. She grabbed the handle and turned it slightly. She peered into the dark room, honing her eagle vision to look for him. He wasn’t in.
Odd. Where did he go?
She was about to enter when a sudden blast of thunder startled her into jumping into the room, pushing the door with her whole weight.
“Owowowow…” She rubbed at her shoulder. That was going to be another part of her being sore tomorrow.
Then she figured since she was already in his room, she might as well see if she can find out where he went. By the sound of it, there was a large storm outside. She hoped he had made it to shelter before it hit.
“Where could you have gone, Frigid?” she muttered to herself.
The rain seemed to be getting heavier as Morning walked around his room. This was the first time she had gone into his room; she usually just stood by the door if she had something to ask of him.
She didn’t touch any of his things, but she scanned her eyes around, looking for anything that might let her know where he was. She never found any.
Eventually, she decided to quickly use his bathroom and cleaned everything up for him before she left, even the sink top items he had left in a mess. Morning Blade wondered how Frigid had ever managed on his own if he couldn’t even keep his bathroom clean.
Morning Blade returned to her room and curled up on her bed, pulling the sheets up to her neck. Thunder from outside shook her room; Morning brought a hand up and put it against her ear. This was going to be a long night. She closed her eyes and told herself she was going to fall asleep, no matter what.
“Stay safe, Frigid.”