#okena

Ames sighed. They’d done it again, and again he would have to live with their decision. He opened the door letting the cool air escape as he retrieved a package. He frowned down at the parcel trying to decide if he’d really tolerate such behavior.

Okena

Ames?

Ames

Okena?

N

The door swung closed.

Ames

When did you get to Ville Itche City?

Okena

Uh, ages ago I guess.

I’ve been living atop the mountain outside of town, working as a mentor.

Ames

A mentor? Shonen.

Okena

No, maybe. He’s supposed to be. I mean I’m getting groceries for him, so I could be losing my touch.

N

She pushed the buggy onward pausing as she went to retrieve items from a neatly written list.

Ames

Doubtful.

Okena

They changed the packaging again.

Ames

Yeah. Not sure how I feel about it. 

Okena

Curse of the Moe King.

Ames

Yeah I guess! I haven’t worked in that field for so long though. Made the move through BL to Vrah(literally assassin in czech, look up the pronunciation).

Okena

Really.

Ames

Yeah. It wasn’t so hard after being trained to make everyone care about me for so long. 

How about you?

Okena

Tsundere’d, then side character’d in Life of the Summoned for a while. Left to get my head straight. Now I have a student who is more concerned with his siblings then his career.

Ames

Really?

Okena

Don’t you try and steal him. I need grocery money.

Ames

Sure. Want a popsicle?

Okena

Yeah. you should pay for those.

Ames

Eh, sure.

N

He dropped the box into the basket and continued following her through the isles of the market. Where he periodically dropped in extra snacks and treats.

Okena

Actually Ames. Would you do me a favor?

An assessment.

Ames

For your student?

Okena

For his siblings. They’re dead set on getting in the business. We both know the best way in is Moe when you’re a kid. That is if you’ve still got it.

N

Ames smiled at her over his shoulder and winked, blowing her a kiss that swept around her in a breeze of flowers.

Okena caught one with a stern expression, crushed it and let it drop to the floor.

Ames shrugged.

Ames

What one has they endeavor not to lose.

Okena

Sure

N

Eko returned from walking Iniko and Ilori to school and looked to the mountain beside their home. It’s peaks not yet lit by the rising sun as he stepped into the kitchen.

Packing up the day’s lunches and making sure to leave a note with the bento for his father, Eko set out for the top of the mountain where he knew Okena was waiting.

Atop the mountain where they always met Okena was seated at the very peak; gnawing her way through a strand of grass; as Meteor pruned her hair. Eko slowed, quietly moving forward, he edged ever closer till Okena’s own deep breath sent the bird away.

Okena:

You’re still too loud. I heard you leave the house this morning.

Eko:

And for a normal person?

Narrator:

There was a moment where Okena plucked the grass from her mouth and examined it with relish.

Okena:

Quiet as a breeze.

Now, why haven’t you begun your workout?

Eko:

I was waiting for you.

Okena:

Eko, you’re a protag, you’re not supposed to wait for me.

Eko:

I know,

But I will.

Narrator:

With that Okena stood and walking to Eko gestured impatiently at the top of the mountain. 

With a nod he stepped forward, bringing a swift kick across it. A moment later a crack radiated from where he struck. Eko kicked again and picked up the now dislodged earthen mound. 

Okena yawned as she waved away the dirt he’d stirred up.

Eko:

One, two, three, four.

Okena:

Bend your knees. 

Narrator: 

She stretched an arm forward pulling down on the mountain top. Then following it up with his next lift, and the next till she was satisfied.

Okena:

Good. I expect your best. We’ll work on pointless yelling after lunch.

Eko:

Cool, 22, 23.

Narrator:

And thuss their day passed in it’s usual counting and conversation.

Okena:

How many sets have you done?

Eko:

Seven.

Okena:

Well that’s enough. Take a break.

Narrator:

Eko obliged, setting his mountain down and stretching. Okena had resumed her seat as had the bird nesting in her hair, it had returned once the dust settled and now cheeped expectantly. Okena retrieved a handful of seeds from one of the many pouches on her belt.

Okena:

I know, I know, you first.

Narrator:

She extended the seed filled hand as Eko came to sit by her rock. Pulling from his backpack two box lunches and unwrapping the first. As it’s aroma wafted to Okena’s nose her tummy grumbled.

Okena:

Shut up.

Eko:

Here, I made one for you.

Narrator:

Okena accepted the lunch, bringing her arm down and prompting Meteor to follow. Meteor cheeped in interest at the lunch as it was unpacked and shared between the two of them.

Eko

Iniko requested macaroni for dinner tonight. I know that’s your favorite.

Okena:

You know you’re supposed to be a protag. You’re supposed to focus on training, not cooking.

Eko:

I know, the work just doesn’t suit me.

I mean why am I shouting?

Okena:

It’s exciting.

Eko:

For who? I mean it’s just really loud.

Okena:

You won’t be able to skate by as an amature forever.

Eko:

I know.

Okena:

Someone is going to recognize your talent sooner or later.

Eko:

I know.

Okena:

So tell me why you keep auditioning for BL and Shoujo roles?

You’re a shonen protag.

Eko:

I know. It just doesn’t feel like me.

Okena:

You think I care how you feel. How do you think I felt playing the tsundere; or even my role as Mokena in Life of the Summoned. No, I would have been perfect as the stoic general, or the steadfast warrior. Instead I’m cast as a loli.

Narrator:

Meteor’s chirps of anger at Eko’s lethargic behavior turned to Cheeps of concern and encouragement on Okena. Eko himself patted her shoulder.

Eko:

I’m sorry Okena, I know you work really hard to help me. I’ll get back to my reps now. YOu and Meteor can split my oatmeal cookie. 

Narrator:

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