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// A Subtle Weakness 
// Story: Undisclosed Desire 
// by Dark Enigma 
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	The peal of the school bell announces the ending of class. Each student gets ready for their next class, never really taking off their sights on Trixie. Zack clutches his hand close. His injury has badly blistered and stings in the open air. Some blood has seeped onto the surface of his palm. He tries to wipe off the blood slowly, wary of the pain he'll get if he touches a sensitive spot.

Without warning, Trixie grabs his hand, sending a burrowing pain spiraling up and down his arm. He bites down on his bottom lip to prevent himself from screaming. A warm light radiates from Trixie's grasp, dispelling the pain on his hand. She smiles at Zack, but it quickly dies down as if she considers showing kindness as a weakness. Trixie looks away and pulls in her hand.

"Um, Trixie?"

"What?" She says sharply, regaining that bitter tone in her voice.

"Nothing..." That performance for the class did more than just entertain. It brought out Trixie's true self, even if it was only for a moment. Zack believes he knows how to get Trixie out of her self-inflicted obligation to be bitter and cold. She's a performer and thrives under the spotlight. 

Maybe, if he takes her with him at all times, she'll soften up as she bathes under the attention only the 21st century can give her. He has to be careful what kind of attention she receives. Zack doesn't want the FBI or something to knock down his door, and take Trixie away, though she'll probably have no problem escaping them if they do capture her.

A hand crawls into Zack's point of view and snatches Trixie's urn sitting on his desk. "What? Hey!" Zack turns to the thief only to meet up with a fist that knocks him off his seat and onto the floor.

"Now you must do what a say." The thief, a guy of strong build dressed in a white T-shirt and black shorts, smiles at Trixie.

Trixie chuckles. "No she doesn't." A sharp glow radiates from her hand. The urn glows along with it and swings wildly around the classroom, narrowly missing other students as it drags along the imbecile who thought he could command Trixie. He finally lets go after he collides with an empty desk, the corner jabbing him on the side of his stomach.

Trixie picks up Zack with her magic and hands him her urn. She hooks her arm around his and leads him out of the classroom.

"Um, thanks, Trixie," Zack says. 

"Please, Trixie does not need your gratitude. It's a genie's job to protect her master, lest Trixie risk 1000 more wishes added to her as punishment."

"Can I have my clothes back?!" The girl Trixie stripped yells out behind them, but Trixie promptly ignores her.