Chapter 114 - A Shy Lover

"I... They said I need to do this my self. I do not know what that means but I do not want to drag you into my mess." He cried out to Niniola.

"Remember what I told you? You remember, right?" 

Niniola stopped running, looking back at him without moving her body. She was still backing Sunday with some hundred meters of jagged rocks and growling forms between them.

"What?" Niniola yelled back at him.

"When the Wolf attacked me then... back then at the forest after I was knocked out clean and I got back?"

"You said many things." Niniola chuckled. "I'm fact, you were being the brat that you were. Talking of how you wanted to get revenge and how your Father wanted you dead while I tried to convince you otherwise. Practically, you said alot of things." Niniola turned her body now, facing Sunday, a sly smile on her face.

"No....come on!" He waved his hands into the air.."That's not what I mean. That's definitely not what I mean. I am talking of the time when...aghhhh!" Sunday sighed, hsi shoulders sagging dejectedly.

Loud thumping sounds resounded now, the ground shaking as if from a tremor. Sunday frowned, stretching his hands to the side as he looked at the ground warily from both sides.

Niniola on her own path frowned, hr eyes narrowing at the sight. She clasped her hands together and then weaved a finger gun to form a cross symbol in the air with her right hand. 

Light began to burn into the air right before her face, the form of a spear of rock with some many cracks that rippled with red hot, glowing lava in the, soldifying right over her right hand, like it was som sort of superficial projection over the shoulder.

ROOOOOAAAFRRR.... 

The snake like creature with many gleaming black scales overlaid over one another suddenly erupted into the air, jaws wide to open and clasp over the now falling Sunday.

However, Niniola had other plans.

That very instant it burst out, her right hand went flying, grabbing the spear and hurling it. She dashed, her feet blurring through the ground as she soon reached the soaring spear. She grabbed it in the air, plucking it out of it's trajectory and then channeled energy into her legs, boosting up into the air.

She soared, channeled by the impetus of her jump, her body still blurring in the air as she traversed the air over to the roaring mouth of the creature.

Her legs bent and her arms pulled back, both hands now clutching tightly to the spear of earth and molten magma while Sunday fell, now leveled in the same location with her.

"I think I remember." She said quickly. "You said it was something ending you and your father and you needed to do it alone. Haaaaa!"

She roared, throwing down the spear into the open mouth of the creature and then grabbing Sunday with both hands in a hug.

The spear sank deep into the guts of the creature as it shut it's mouth, hoping that it had captured it's prey, falling back into the hole it made after reaching maximum height.

"????????????????????????????????ℎ????: ????????????ℎ????????????????????????!" Niniola chanted as an eruption of white energy blasted out from her back, propelling them forward just as the snake like beast exploded into the air, it's back matter soaring several heights into the air, melting into lava just soon as it hit the ground.

Niniola's feet thudded on the ground, Sunday in her arms in Princess carry. She out him down and patted his shoulders, smiling into his face.

"I know you want to do this by yourself. But I'm scared you may get hurt. Sunday... You mean alot to me and... I wanted to.... Nooo... Let's focus!" She shook her head, pulling away from Sunday to the side.

She was just about to let the cat out of the bag. Third Prime had told her.

It was simple enough, at least when being said but not when she had to enact it. Third Prime had advised her to tell Sunday just how she felt about him. About why she was being so protective of him and all of that.

It was because ever since Sunday had treated her like a normal being, she had... She had had feelings for him.

And... That was why she swore that no harm would ever come to him. Not when she was there and in the picture. It was her sacred duty to protect the one who she... who she loved.

Even though he never knew that. And he was never going to know that if he left. And if he left, without her, then...

Then, whi was ever going to treat her like a normal person? Some days back, she may have said that she could have found his attitude of treating her like a normal person in Ibiyemi and Tayo but tht same Tayo had ended up betraying them.

The last thing she wanted was to be near him because if she was, she was not sure if she would be able to restrain herself from breaking his head.

After all, he would be looking to save his skin being that he was forced into the fight and since the battle was not successful, she was certain the Assasins would most likely go after him.

Ibiyemi was not an option either. That one was yet to reveal her true colors. She sighed now, twisting her lips as Sunday observed each and every of her facial features.

She smiled, shaking her head before shoving past him, her inner self blushing.

"I love you, Sunday. But how can I tell you?" She whispered, standing behind Sunday, looking down to the ground in sync with Sunday who was also looking at the ground.

(A/N: Picture perfect, guys! Can someone ill.u.s.trate this part for me? Aawww...!")

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