Lunation of Fate

“Bunny, can we talk?” Maxill approached Bunny along the open deck of her airship.

Bunny closed her eyes and heavily sighed. “What now, Maxill?”

Maxill wanted to say sorry, but he wasn’t sure if it was the appropriate word to tell her. He’s not apologetic of his identity, and yet he felt he needed to tell her otherwise.

“… I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

Bunny scoffed. “Maxill, no, I get it. You don’t like me. Wait, let me reiterate-you don’t like girls.”

Maxill was rare to speak out his feelings. Feelings of disgust and apprehension, yes, but his sincere feelings, rare. He finds it hard to do so. Still, he really tried hard, just to comfort Bunny in her disappointment. “But as an acquaintance, I kind of like you.”

The sulking pilot was a bit surprised. “…you do?”

“Yeah. You’ve been supportive and understanding, at least to me. I have my toxic traits, but you still put up with me for, like what, 2 years? You saved my butt too many times, too.”

He added, “And for a pilot, you’re quite a genius. Look at this thing you’ve made.” Maxill is indeed fascinated with smart women.

Bunny reminisced their time together. She couldn’t help but let out a smile. “That was the peak of my thrill and adventure. You were too reckless to live a life like that.”

“I guess I really am a wanted fugitive within my race.”

“I haven’t asked before, and I have to ask now: why did they keep on imprisoning you?”

Maxill didn’t want to answer Bunny’s question, but because of the flow of circumstance, he needed to continue to be polite to Bunny. “…it’s my blood.”

“I have come across hybrids, Maxill, and they didn’t pursue them like they’ve pursued you.”

Maxill found an opening to comment an arrogant and condescending reply, to break the seriousness of their conversation. With a smirk on his face, he half-jokingly said, “I guess I’m too intimidating for my kind.”

Bunny chuckled at his answer, amused that he was still the Maxill he had known before.

Maxill finally got what he wanted from her: to set her mood back into a good one.

—

“Chastine, I think this is the best route for us to go.” Bunny pointed at the map placed onto the dining table in the airship, the same one where the slamming of palms and things have happened.

“Chas, trust Bunny. She knows what she’s doing.” Maxill agreed to the now high-spirited pilot.

“Yup, Chas. Trust our pilot.” Juste seconded to Maxill.

Chastine was still a little doubtful of the pilot’s intentions, but it was 2 to 3 so she just decided to follow the majority. “…alright. But make sure we land on the nearest possible oasis.”

“No, problem, ma’am.” Bunny was all smiles. Even her eyes appeared to have a Duchenne look to it.

Bunny flicked through the switches on the cockpit’s dashboard and turned some knobs. She seemed to set the airship on autopilot. The pilot decided that she and Chastine settle their friction-y disagreements, however small.

“Ma’am Chas, may I speak with you? That is, if you may?” Bunny hoped she picked the most polite words for Chastine, as her passenger witborn still had an attitude towards her.

“You can drop the ma’am. I really don’t like formalities.”

“Alright. So, Chastine, I’ve something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“Because we’re headed to Ham Desert, I’ve decided to halve the agreed to price for my services. I’d consider your trip a mere hitch ride while the main course is to get some Etherial fuel, instead of the other way around.”

“Oh?”

“Think of this as a good gesture from me. I’ve started this feud anyway. So, my bad.”

Chastine couldn’t believe what Bunny had just offered them, especially to her. It was quite a deal, considering Etherial fuel to be really expensive. Chastine couldn’t say no to Bunny’s peace offering.

“Who wouldn’t say yes to that. I accept your offer. Well, sorry if I’d also had been a difficult one. To tell you the truth, I’m not really like this. I just don’t want Juste to be shortchanged, that’s all.”

“So, should we restart?” Bunny extended her hand.

“Yeah, why don’t we?” Chastine shook her hand and they’d come at an agreement.

Chastine’s curiosity got the better off her, though. “I’m just curious, why do you like Maxill so much?”

Bunny was happy that finally someone cared to ask that about her feelings for the handsome bloodhunt.

“Ah, Chas, if you could only spend a night with him in bed, you might understand what I’d say.”

Chastine’s eye suddenly twitched. “B-but he’s-”

“Yeah! But he’s quite good, I mean really. I’d never forget how he f*cked me seven times that night. It was the best s*x of my life. I haven’t met anyone as good as he is.”

Chastine was shocked at Bunny’s revelation. Her mouth was gaping the whole time Bunny started mentioning the ‘f’ word.

“And that was around 10 years ago.”

“Oh my god.”

“I moaned at his every thrust. My hips were shaking like crazy after that. It was that awesome.”

Chastine thought that she and Juste just hadn’t some more action, but it seemed that Juste needed more experience compared to the 75-year old bloodhunt.

“No sh*t…” Chastine muttered under her breath. She rarely cusses but she couldn’t control herself out of unbelief.

“Yes, Chastine. Believe it.”

“B-but was it all just lust?” Chastine had gotten her full attention on the subject matter. She quite wondered if there ever was a tinge of passionate love between the two when they’ve done the deed.

“I could feel that kind of body heat. And I think he felt mine too.”

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“So I guess that’s why I’m still stuck on him. I still think there’s 1% chance he has those feelings for me.” Bunny’s gaze were distant and she frowned a bit at her hopeless sense of longing. She almost shed a tear.

Meanwhile, Chastine was downright determined to flesh out the truth from her best friend.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out, Bunny.”

So Chastine went to where Maxill was, beside Juste as they were playing a board game of sorts.

“Maxill, can I have a word?”

Maxill was outrightly surprised. “What is it, Chas?”

Chastine pointed at her temple. She was gesturing at Maxill to read her mind.

‘Do you have feelings for Bunny, even slight?’

Maxill telepathically retorted, ‘What are you saying? Hell, none.’

‘She said when she had s*x with you, she felt the heat between you two.’

‘Oh, that. It was the booze.’

‘Are you so sure? Or are you hiding your feelings for her?’

Juste found it awkward again that he was left out again with their conversation. He couldn’t help but butt into their small telepathic talk.

‘Guys, wazzup?’ Juste spoke in his mind. Maxill sensed it and glanced at him.

‘Nevermind, Juste. Chas was just telling ridiculous things anyway.’

‘Hmm, about what?’

Chastine and Juste glanced at each other. From the flow of things, they’ve thought they could listen to each other’s thoughts. Maxill snickered at what he observed between them.

“Ehehe, woops. Let’s just talk normally, OK?”

Juste raised both his eyebrows and closed his eyes. Meanwhile, Chastine blamed Maxill for it.

“Well, Maxill, you really need to know the truth.”

“What truth?”

“You need to do the deed with her. Tonight. And sober.”