Chapter 2: The Heiress

~Tricia

Shit! Shit! Shit! I keep on cursing as I ran fast. My vision started to blacken as I tried to catch my breath and it’s freaking damn hard to breathe with a mask on.

It's eleven forty five already and I'm fifteen minutes late. I ran from the so-called "dark forest" up to here, and hello, my class is still on the 5th floor, so I ran a terrifying marathon just to get here hopefully in time but still didn’t make it.

When I got to the door, I knocked; a few moments later, it opened. A woman in her mid-40s holds the door wide open, she may be my professor in this subject.

"You must be the transferee, right? Come on in." She stated this while staring at me from head to toe. Pfft! I can tell because I'm dripping sweat and look very haggard.

My body is so wrapped up and so who doesn't sweat?

"Yes, ma'am, that's me. And I apologize for being late; I got lost." I said while still catching my breath, I bowed in respect and entered the room.

They all quieted down when they saw me and receive a frightening head-to-foot stares from my soon-to-be classmates.

"Introduce yourself, and then you may take your seat." My professor said as she sat at the table in front of me. I inhale deeply and spoke.

"Oh, well. Hello, my name is Patricia Luzineth Kagomoto Willsmith, but you can call me Tricia, and I'm 20 years old. It's a pleasure to meet you all." I smiled at them, despite the fact that my mask concealed half of my face and they could only see me from the eyes up to my forehead.

"It's not so nice to meet you, yuck, you look disgusting." Said the girl in the front row quietly, staring at me in disgust. Some days, I really wish I could beat someone up and throw them in a trash can. Instead, I smiled while raising my head and squinting my eyes.

"Why are you wearing a mask?" Inquired by a cute girl with a big pair of eyeglasses and pigtailed hair. Third year in college and she’s still wearing pigtails? Though she’s cute with it.

"I have severe asthma and am extremely sensitive to dust." I explained politely.

"And what's up with the hideous outfit? You appear to be an incomprehensible living mummy." A handsome man next to Ms. cute with pigtails followed up. Based on the way his brows move, and his pinky tipped upwards, I'd say he's gay. I looked down at my clothes. Pfft! My clothes really draw some attention. I didn't take it as an insult though, I'm used of being called by many names.

"Oh, I have a skin disease as well, but don't worry, it's not contagious. I'm safe to be around with." I replied. It's a shame that this handsome man is gay.

I was about to take the empty seat by the window next to Ms. Cute with pigtails when someone raised their hand as if to respond to an oral recitation.

Whoopee! When will this question-and-answer portion come to an end? My knees began to shake as a result of the marathon I did earlier, as well as the soles of my feet starts to sore from standing for too long. I'm dying to sit down.

"Didn't you say you're a Willsmith?" Questioned from a lovely young lady in the middle. Except for me and for the bitchy ones, most of my new classmates are actually kind of attractive.

"Yes, why?" I ask in return. Please do, hurry, I really want to sit down. I chimed internally.

"Willsmith is a wealthy family, right? Why didn't you treat your illness, and as far as I've heard about you, you are the heiress of the Willsmith Empire, along with the Kagomoto Group Of Companies." What exactly am I, a celebrity? And why am I in the hot seat with these ridiculous questions? Somebody really did a quick background check on me.

"Ah, my inborn skin disease, which I inherited from my great grandmother, is incurable, as is my asthma. I've had it since I was a little, but it's not that serious as long as I take my medicine regularly." Could I please take a seat now?

"All right, Ms. Willsmith, you may now take your seat." Ma'am, you are my lifesaver. I rushed to the side where I would take my lovely seat.

"Thank you."

I was siting next to Ms. Cute, and next to her was the handsome gay.

"Hello, my name is Miette Stewart, and the gay next to me is Jafrod Wally, but he prefers to be called Jaffy." So Ms. Nice's name is Miette. How adorable.

"Yah, I'm the most beautiful creature on the planet, you know Jaffy, present here." Jafrod chirped and extended his hands to me, which I gladly accepted.

I'm not that rude to refuse his hand. They were also the first to people approach me without disgust on their faces.

"Yow, bitch! Why do you have such a soft hand? What's the secret, so I can try?" Jaffy inquired politely, despite the fact that he referred to me as a bitch.

"Shhhh, Jaffy, keep quiet we'll continue this conversation later. We might get scolded. Would you like to join us for this lunch break, Tricia?" Miette shifted her gaze to me after he told Jaffy to be quiet.

"Of course." Using my eyes, I smiled at her. If you want to know how. I just simply squint my eyes. Then it'll appear I'm smiling.

~Seth

I'm still wondering how she avoided the shuriken I threw earlier, she look weak.

What is she doing in that place? All the students are afraid to pass or go there because of its appearance.

I admit, I didn’t expected her to be a feisty one based on her appearance. No dared shout at me that live to tell the tale, well aside from my mom, she’s the first person who did that.

A little part my self was quite glad that I miss the hit.

Earlier:

"Where are we going now, dude?" Raynel inquired. Our class had ended earlier than usual, so I decided to return to UC.

"Let's get back to UC."

The scumbag grinned from ear to ear and pumped his fist. His bruises had already darkened. I can't believe he let those dickheads kick him in the face. Narcissistic jerk. He had been obsessed with his face since like forever.

"Yes! My victory party with the chicka babes will continue!" he exclaimed happily and jump idiotically, but I have something more important for him to do than play with his toys.

"No." I told him sternly.

"What?! But—" He tried to protest, but I cut him off.

"You need to find information about a girl with a face tattoo."

"Girl with a what? Where did you hear that?" I heard Axhton groaned, staring at his phone as Raynel whined.

"From the Rose Gang."

"Is that why you ripped their leader's head off?" Raynel inquired drastically changed from being a jerk to a serious face. It feels like he’s a complete different person. But it will only be for a moment before he reverts back to his old playboy self.

"Sort of."

“What exactly do you mean, sort of? ” It was Axthon who inquired.

"My father called."

"And?" Raynel inquisitively parroted. I'd love to smack him in the face. He's back to his annoying self now.

"Is he setting you up with another dinner date with his business partner's daughter?"

I only sigh as an answer to Axthon's question. That old man is always up to no good and it’s really getting on my nerves.

"And what are you going to do with the woman with the face tattoo?" Raynel asks.

"All you have to do is find her and that’s it."

"But—"

He complained again, but I just stared at him. I swear I'll cut his balls if he keeps sleeping with his girls and gets aids.

"Do it or no girls, plus you're not allowed to fight for more than a year."

"Of course, your most magnificent highness, I will do it." He said this while making an exaggerated bow. I'm aware it's against his will. But he doesn't have a choice. He has to do it or I will take away his happiness.

Raynel is more knowledgeable about finding information about someone than we are. He can even uncover the most hidden information in a short period of time.

I don’t honestly know why I asked about her information, but I think it’ll be useful in the long run.

The three of us were walking towards the exit of the dark forest because it was the only short cut to where our cars were parked on the outskirts of the woods.

I don't want to cause a commotion in there, because the girls will swarm at us every time we arrive at university. It will only cause problems, particularly for the guards and faculties.

I abruptly came to a halt causing Raynel and Axhton to do as well.

"Is there something wrong, dude?" Raynel inquired as he placed his hand on my shoulder. Tsk! This touchy pervert bastard. His hands were disgusting, just to think of how many sluts he touches with it. He quickly removed it when I glared at him.

"There's someone else here in the Dark forest." I said as I fished something from my pocket.

"How do you know?"

I remained silent, not answering to Axthon’s question and set my focused ahead of us. Someone else had entered here, I know it because the air smelled different than what I was used to. A hint of perfume lingered on the air. A perfume I’m not familiar with. If not for my keen sense of smell, it would have gone unnoticed.

Without a hesitation, I throw the shuriken in the direction I was staring. It made no sound as it glide in the air.

I was known as the Night Owl in Japan due to my ability to attack or move without making a sound, similar to how owls fly.

After I threw the shuriken, I continued walking as if nothing had happened. Raynel and Axhton exchanged glances and shrugged as they followed.

Someone stood ahead of us. Weird. Nobody dared come deep on this lush woods.

I stopped when I notice that it was a woman with her back on us. Looking at the shuriken buried in the tree. She took it and turned around to look for the owner. I was confused and questions started to form inside my head as to how she avoided my shuriken.

No one. I mean none that I know of had managed to avoid my aim, even from a distance. It is impossible for her to avoid it, if she’s this weird and frail looking woman.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in an icy tone to the woman wearing a surgical mask with large eye glasses, a skirt above the knee, a knee sock, pump shoes, a jacket, and her height barely reach my shoulders. Only her eyes and forehead are visible.

Present:

We are now back in our UC mansion, which we won from a battle and also the largest mansion in here.

"Dude, I found some information about the girl with the tattoo on her face, it's just a bit of information but it might help a little, I admit I had a hard time getting it." Raynel said, holding out a black folder. I took it and read through it.

Name: Unkown

Age: 20 (estimated age)

Code Name: Violet

Gender: Female

Identification: She has a tattoo on the left side of her face. A tribal tattoo. (Obviously)

More Information:

Notorious assassin, ninja, and the founder of Azoukawa Credo in Japan.

No photos of her.

"Is this all you get? Looks like you’re really getting rusty, huh? What happen to the Orcus I know?” I sigh looking at the piece of paper. He didn’t say anything.

“It does, as you say, help a little.” I consoled.

“Now I'd like you to look into the girl we saw in the dark forest. I hope you get enough information this time." I said closing folder and placed it on the coffee table next to the single couch I was sitting on. I turned to face Raynel, who was sitting across from me. He appears to be disappointed. And pouting! Tsk! This childish prick. I wonder how we became friends.

"Can I return to my chicka babes after I find out everything with that mummy girl?" My eyebrows quirk. Mummy? Ah, well. Mummy girl? Raynel might have called her that because her strange taste in fashion. It suits her. But that isn't the point here. I look at him dead in the eyes. Chicka babes his ass.

"Let me tell you something: if you get aids from your pigs, I'm going to kill you immediately before you can infect us." I warned him, but all he did was pout again. I maintain a neutral expression on my face. What is he, a third-grader?

"Quit pouting. You're not cute, you look like a dog." I stated unequivocally.

"I'm not cute because I'm handsome." He responded by puffing up his chest.

"No, you're disgusting." Axhton groaned as he hurled a can of beer at us.

"What are you, Axhton? A mushroom? Why do you always have to sneak up on us?" This time, I agree with Raynel. This guy has a habit of sneaking up on us.

"Tss .. Seth about the girl I already knew her." Axthon caught my attention.

"Dude, that's my job." Raynel muttered, I only ignore him.

"Slow poke." Axthon make fun of him. They were about to fight, but I intervened and stopped them.

"If you don't give me the information and you're fighting with that dog, I'll let you sleep on the street."

"Tsk! Yeah, yeah. Take this. Whatever." He threw his cellphone at me while rolling his eyes.

I catch it effortlessly and scroll through the article.

Name: Patricia Luzineth Kagomoto Willsmith

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Nationality: Filipino/ Japanese / American / Brazilian

Went to Velox Academy then transferred to in Hill University (HU).

Heiress of Willsmith Empire and Kagomoto Group of companies. Only daughter of Mr. & Mrs. Cloudio Willsmith. Taking up Bachelor in Elementary Education. She have a severe asthma and genetic skin disease inherited from her bloodline.

Her photos were displayed next. There's nothing special about her other than the fact that she is the heiress to two of the world's largest corporations in this generation. It is also stated that she is ill.

Is that why she wear surgical mask? Also there’s no picture of her whole face. How can she be the heiress to both companies if she is pursuing an education? I thought Mr. and Mrs. Willsmith never had another child after their first died?

Why didn't they take care of her illness? To think that because of their wealth, it will only take a snap of their finger. And what is she doing at Hill University if she can attend a better one? As far as I recall, they also owned a prestigious academy outside of the country? What's up with her outfit? Raynel was right when she referred to her as a mummy. How did she manage to avoid the shuriken I threw when she appeared to be so sickly?

There are many unanswered questions about this girl, but that isn't important right now. Although there's a part of me that thinks the information I've read about her is insufficient. It was quite intriguing, why did she transfer?

Is it just a coincidence that she manage to avoid my hit? Or does my aim failed? That’s impossible. Well, it’s not that I want to kill her on purpose but I did that in case it was one of our enemies trying to plot an ambush. I wasn’t expecting a student to wander deep in that area.

My brow furrowed even more at the thought, and then an idea popped right in my head. I returned Axhton's phone and picked up mine, texting these two crazy men in front of me.

Their phones chimes in unison.

"Hey, maybe this is from my chicka babes!" Raynel jumps up in excitement and grab his phone quickly.

"This old man. I already told him I don't want anything from the mafia." Axhton grimly said, as he took his cellphone from me.

"What the hell Seth?!" they both exclaimed as soon as they realized that I am the one who text them.

"Whether you like it or … yes that's what we're going to do for tomorrow."

"HELL NO!" Axhton and Raynel cried in unison.

"Hell yes."