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iridescentseawitch · 5 years ago

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CH. 25 Here To Stay

Chapter 25 of my MysMe Fic - Star Crossed Entertainers This chapter has a lovely piece of art done by the magnificent @irageneveart and I cannot thank her enough! This fic is also on AO3 under the username: MonotoneManday. Enjoy!

"Hey! It doesn't look half bad!"

Samantha glared at Seven. He put his hands up in surrender and Vanderwood nudged him with a hard elbow.

"Really, it's not half bad."

"Give me more credit. You both just put me in a situation where we had to blowtorch half of my hair off and I cut it myself to get this result." Samantha held up a mirror and swayed her hair side to side. "It looks damn good."

"Well that means more easy to forgive!"

"We don't have anything to be sorry for, moron! She offered to come on the mission!"

"Ms. Mary, hush! I invited her!"

"Alright, alright!" Samantha shouldered her way in between the two men, trying to push them at least arms length away from each other. "Seven's right. I'm not mad. I mean, this blows, yeah. However, I went on the mission voluntarily. Just like I have been for the past couple of months. I just, miss the action, ya know?"

Vanderwood's eye's narrowed and the now short haired redheaded woman.

"I still don't understand this sudden change. You've decided to take over the family business, you have decided to reign as a Mafia Queen but, peacefully. You're not as hot headed as you were before and lately, you've acted like a lady more than anything else. It's weird. Creeps me out."

Samantha rolled her eyes and began to gather her things.

"I've just made some changes and decisions that benefit my future."

"But won't you miss you're old life? Even a little? And isn't this new life...complicated?" Seven crossed his arms and looked at Samantha with concern in his eyes. A sadness that almost seemed like pitty. Samantha simply chuckled.

"Don't you worry about me and what I'm doing."

"I mean, sure, okay but that stuff in the states, how does-"

"Saeyoung. What's the point of having money and power if you can't live the life that you want?"

The woman didn't wait for a response. She shot a wink and a smirk at the two men and disappeared out of the front door.

"What do you think, Vanderwood? What is she accomplishing by doing any of these things?"

"Oh she has some sort of plan cooking. Trust me. But for now, I hope what we got tonight helps you get a little further."

"Do you think we should tell her that what I'm finding could involve 'He who shall not be named in front of her'?"

"I'm sure her, and the rich kid will find out eventually. And he'll only get involved if you tell him about his friend. Which, speaking of, where is the mint haired guy?"

"I think I've found him. But I don't want to scare him away. Especially if he has the information I need. Which." Seven took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. "I truly think that he does."

Vanderwood hooked his jacket over his shoulder and opened the door to leave.

"Hey, aren't you going to stay and go through what we found?"

"No. This bunker is filthy." "Mr. Han..." The security guard outside of his office didn't try to exchange pleasantries. He simply greeted, nodded and opened the door for his boss. Jumin shuffled around papers mindlessly. He sporadically ran his hands through his raven hair. Pacing. Loosening his tie. Exhaustion began to rear it's head and he heavily clunked into his desk chair. A gentle knock came from the heavy office door.

"Come in."

"Mr. Han, I gathered all of today's major newspapers and tabloids and looked them over for you." A nervous intern with armfuls of paper material stood in front of Jumin's desk.

"What is the damage? Anything we have to get in front of?"

"Well sir..."

Jumin arched his brow, not thrilled with the boys nervous and hesitant tone. "There were quite a few stories about your father and even one or two about you and a rumored engagement to that popular young actress..."

Leaning back Jumin began to rub his temples. He could feel a dark anger rising in him. Sheer frustration and humiliation at his father's actions.

"However, Mr. Han." The intern continued. "There was other news that overshadowed these things. Something that took over most all the major headlines."

He began to spread the reading material out on the desk for Jumin to look over as he explained what he had read.

"Remember when business tycoon Kang Dae announced his adoptive daughter would take over the business but then herself and his other daughter just kind of disappeared? Well not really disappeared, Kaeli actually ran off with musical actor Zen and I'm a huge fan of there's and-"

"Get on with it."

"Oh right." Wiping the sweat from his brow and stopping his rambling, the intern continued. "There were all those rumors and speculation about gang involvement, mafia ties, Russian mobs, and no one really knew what had happened to Samantha."

Jumin felt himself clam up. He broke into a cold sweat. Hearing all these specific words along with her name. Knowing that big news laid before him, he could only imagine worst case scenarios.

"Seems like they finally figured out what she was up to."

" Thank you that will be all. "

"Of course Mr. Han. Thank you."

The intern left the room and Jumin scrambled to get through as many headlines as he could in a split second.

FEATHERS TO FINANCE

BURLESQUE TO BUSINESS

DADDY'S LITTLE SHOWGIRL

"After a long absence from the family business, tycoon Kang Dae's oldest daughter has returned to sit on the board and claim next in line to run the company."

Jumin was reading the words but didn't understand why he was hearing them out loud.

"The heiress disappeared out of public eye in the corporate world but was quite busy overseas. For the year she was gone, Samantha Dae spent time building a problematic reputation as a showgirl in The United States. Mainly in Las Vegas, Nevada. Famously known as Sin City."

Jumin put down the newspaper in front of him and looked toward the front of his office. The doorway. Someone was leaning in the doorway. He followed red stiletto heels up long pale legs. A cobalt blue dress that laid above the knee. They were holding up the same newspaper Jumin was just reading himself. They dropped the newspaper from their face, folded it in half and tossed it to the side. Jumins breath caught in his throat.

"Tsk. If you read more, they try to make me sound like a real harlot."

She slowly walked toward the center of the room. A confident air surrounded her. A million dollar smile graced her face. Before she could make it anywhere near where Jumin had been sitting, strong arms wrapped around her and weighted her down like a ton of bricks.

"Samantha..." Jumins voice was barely above a whisper. He had his hand gently stroking her hair. It was shorter, but it was just as soft as he remembered. He inhaled deeply , trying to intake her scent he was always so fond of.

Samantha wrapped her arms around his back and shut her eyes tight. For a year, everything she had done, all the moves she had made, everything was to get here. She was overcome with relief and unbelievable bliss. She pulled away and placed her hands on Jumins chest. He refused to let her go. She looked in his charcoal eyes. His bottom lashes sparkled, wet with tears.

"Is my haircut that horrible?" Samantha chuckled as she wiped the tears from Jumins eyes.

" It's lovely. You're beautiful. You're real. You're here. " Jumin could barely get the words out. His energy was dark and heavy. Samantha peered into his face, scanning every bit of him. Her heart broke. He was overwhelmed and under distress. She wondered what he had been going through in the past year, and knew he most likely had been shouldering it all himself. She was overcome with tremendous guilt. Pulling her body flush against his, Samantha spoke more tenderly than she ever had before.

"There is no world that exists, where I would not come back to you. I'm here. To stay."

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iridescentseawitch · 5 years ago

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Ch. 24 - One Last Dance

Hello everyone! Tumblr doesn’t like external links so I will post new chapters of my long running Mystic Messenger Fic Star Crossed Entertainers here on this tumblr as well. All other chapters you can find on AO3 username MonotoneManday if you want to start from the beginning. Thank you!

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"It's stuck! We can't get out and the steam is filling up the room fast!" "Harmful steam?" "Well it's certainly not playful Steam!!" "Oh Shut up, Mary! Do you want to get out of here or not?!" "MY NAME IS VANDERWOOD! Stop trying to be buddy-buddy with her and help me pry this door open!" "It's not going to open from in here!" Vanderwood was desperately trying to get any grip on the large metal door that he could while Seven was trying his best to work through the steam and find any other options. "How about both of you shut up, and one of you give me your location!" "North East section, in the 3rd hanger, 4 units down and on the right!" "Wow...you think you two would be a better team if you're that in sync." "Just hurry!" The station went silent as the two men continued to look for an escape route just in case their third party couldn't make it to them on time. She was running faster than she had run in quite some time. Her breath's were even and sweat was rolling down her neck. Her long hair was tucked up in a plain black baseball cap. "I can't get a grip on anything! The steam is too hot! Seven any other options?" "Yeah, the door being opened from the outside!" She tried to pick up the pace, but the next turn she was supposed to take came up and she could see the shadows of people that clearly were the enemy. She tried to turn on her heel but the rate at which she tried to stop had forced her flat on her ass. She shuffled backwards furiously and then got up to once again run at top speed but in another direction. "Listen! I'm a single person trying to avoid a large wave of people looking for intruders. Of which I am one. And I am trying to avoid them while making my way to the idiots that alerted them of intruders. Idiots that set off a trip wire, LIKE THIS WAS THE FIRST MISSION THEY'D EVER BEEN ON." She ducked into an archway where a small drinking fountain was kept. She removed her backpack and took out four small discus shaped devices. "Seven, how do these little UFO things work?" "Oh! My gadgets. Ho~Ho~! They'll divert sound. Well I mean technically they will pick up your sound and transfer it somewhere else. Don't ask how it works. Unless you're a big genius boy like me, you won't understand." "JUST TELL HER WHAT TO DO WITH THEM, IDIOT!" "OKAY! Just attach them to a wall or, preferably the ceiling so the go unnoticed. Keep one with you. Turn that one clockwise until the LED strip is red. The others, it doesn't matter what color. The different colors just mean different sounds they put out. It doesn't exactly mute any sound you make it just kind of, pads it, and then lets it out elsewhere. So if you stomp around, it won't sound like stomps, just maybe light footsteps? And then wherever you put the other ones it will expel that sound in the hopes to distract or divert the enemy." "Can I throw them?" "They should withstand a simple toss. They're magnetic so no worries about stickage." "That's not a word and wait...'in the hopes to' meaning, YOU HAVEN'T TESTED THEM?!" "Listen Mary, with all the chores you give me, I didn't have time." "Oh you pea brained little-!" "Stuff it, Vanderwood! Lay off! Let's just hope they work and I didn't just waste precious getaway time." She turned one of the disks to red, just like Seven said and sprinted in a new direction. Making sure to spread them well enough apart, she tossed the three others up on the ceiling one by one. Several long strides later and she arrived at the door. She knocked with the outer part of her fist. "I'm looking for a couple of Morons, would that be who is occupying this room?" "JUST OPEN THE DOOR!" "Wow, again. You two really need to take this act on the road." She looked for a lever, a handle, a latch, something to open the door. "You have got to be kidding me? What kind of old-timey steamboat shit is this?" "What do you see?" "It's a turn wheel! Like you would steer a ship with but..." She gripped the handles and pushed using all of her body weight. "It won't move!" "Well from in here it looks like an automatic door that obviously shuts off when an alarm goes off." "Thanks, Seven. I'm sure that information really helps her." "Just shut up! I can't move it!" She went from pushing to pulling, planting her legs firmly and trying to use them as anchoring leverage. "I have to break it loose." She knew she needed to put every bit of her body weight into it. She looked above her head and saw some exposed piping. She stepped on the turning wheel and hoisted herself up to the pipe. She grabbed onto it in a pull up motion and firmly placed both her feet on separate wheel grips. Putting all of her weight down on her feet and pushing the grips forward, she held her breath and tried to focus all of her energy. Feeling the wheel slowly start to move she stopped pushing. Swinging back and forth on the pipe she was gripping she built momentum and in one swoop coming forward, she kicked the wheel and released the pipe. The wheel snapped out of it's locked position and rapidly spun while the door started to pry open. She laid on the floor catching her breath, when the two men that were trapped inside swooped her up by the pits of her arms and ran with her dragging behind. The three sat on the dock. Seven untying the boat, and Vanderwood inside of the boat, making sure the package they had retrieved was tucked away, safe. "You guys are unbelievable. I have to be on a plane in 30 minutes!" "No one said you had to tag along on our missions." "Yeah, it's not our fault you miss the action since you've gone on the straight and narrow path." "Quit bitchin. What if I wasn't here?" "...we would have figured it out." "Okay, Seven. You keep telling yourself that. I need to make a phone call." She walked further up the dock and took out her cellphone, pacing back and forth waiting for the call to be connected. "Welp! Mission Accomplished!" Seven spoke in high spirits as he jumped in the boat. "Better take off soon!" "And you really think whatever we just collected will help you find your brother?" Vanderwood nodded to where he stored the back pack. "I truly think so." "You better hope it helps a little, or that one is going to be pissed." Again Vanderwood nodded toward up the dock where their third party member could no longer be seen. Suddenly bright spotlights, large in diameter started to whirl around outside of the fortress they just left. Alarms were ringing at eardrum shattering levels. "START THE BOAT!" She was running back up the dock towards the boat signalling them to pull away from the dock. Vanderwood fired up the engine and started to drive away. She would either jump in or swim a short distance for them to throw something to her. Seven was getting the rope prepared to throw out when a bullet flew by his head and hit the exterior of the boat. "SNIPERS!" Seven yelled as he hit the deck and Vanderwood ducked as much as he could while still trying to navigate the boat. She reached the end of the dock, all of her weight pushing down so she could spring herself off of the deck and into the water. More shots rang out. "AAHHH!" "SAMANTHA!" The bullet just grazed her ankle but it threw her off balance, she slipped off the dock, into the water. She immediately tried to just start swimming, but she felt a tug on her skull. "What are you doing?!" "My hair! It's stuck!" Her long ginger hair had fallen out of it's baseball cap and was now tangled in the splintering wood and loose nails holding up the old rickety dock. "Just pull it off of there and swim! It's just hair!" "It won't come out!!" Sam grabbed onto her hair and tugged and tugged but her hair would come loose from the dock, her skull, or break apart. Seven looked around the boat desperately for something to use and grabbed the first thing he knew would work. He dove into the water and swam to the dock. Vanderwood killed the engine and turned off the lights in hopes that they wouldn't be visible for just even a split second to buy them some time. "Samantha!" Seven reached her and tried to pull on her hair but came up with the same results. "Okay, Sam, we're gonna have to burn it off..." "I don't care!" She was obviously in pain and if she could just rip her hair off like a wig she could. Seven removed the mini blowtorch he took from the boat and let the blue flame burn off the strands of hair that were stuck. Once she could feel she was released Samantha dove in the water the rest of the way and began swimming to the boat. Seven burnt the pieces that were tangled in the wood and the nails and the bits left in his hand he tossed into the water. Trying not to leave any behind. He swam to the boat and Samantha pulled him on board. Vanderwood kicked on the engine and hightailed it out of the area, leaving the light off for quite a bit of time. The had traveled for about 15 minutes. Samantha and Seven drying off and getting warm. "You know, for a last hurrah, this sucked." "Well I guess the bright side is you never have to come with us again!" Vanderwood looked down at his watch. "Were you able to move your flight?" "Yeah! Is there time to get you to a salon or...a barber? Our treat!" Seven rubbed the back of his neck as he flashed Samantha a nervous smile. "...well, h-hey! Isn't working with us a lot more fun than beating people up for the mafia?" "No." Samantha and Vanderwood both answered Seven immediately and deadpanned. "I heard you've really turned things around, Samantha. A non-violent Mafia family? I don't think it works like that." Vanderwood steering the boat, spoke without looking towards the two redheaded passengers. "We don't use unnecessary violence. I'm doing good things okay. And don't try to downplay what I've done like I've lost power. We're still one of the strongest and most powerful families around. I just do things my way." Samantha stood up and dropped her towel she was drying her burnt hair with. She stood tall and inhaled the night air blowing off of the water. "I'm done carrying the world on my shoulders. And I'm done feeling sick of who I am and what I do. I've become the woman I want to be. This last mission with you two was thrilling and all. But no more shenanigans for me." "Thanks for helping out these past couple of months Sam. I really appreciate it. It's all brought me so much closer to finding my brother. And if other things come up, I hope you'll still help out in some way. The three of us make a good team." Seven stood up and thrust his hand out towards Samantha. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a family like embrace instead. "Of course I will." She released the hug and gave him a sincere smile before quickly changing the tone. "But don't call us a good team. This was horrible. I'm angry, and I can't believe you two get hired by legitimate agencies." Sam heard Vanderwood let out a small chuckle. "Now get me to my flight home. I have a date."

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