let me die in peace ... <[/i]

-Nothing happened-

> Not even THAT is granted to me ... oh, what a vile world. <
Leylan lay sprawled on the sofa wallowing in self-pity, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, she called silently for relief from her suffering.
The reason for this was right next to her: Tyson was once again in top form and enthusiastically played a new round of his latest pastime, which drove Hilary to the edge of desperation. Tyson had been in close contact with her for almost an hour, feasting on her pained expression and then, spurred on by the underlying desire in her eyes, pushed her back with a laugh. For almost an hour, Leylan's patience had been subjected to a severe test and her, already exhausted capacity, was brought into serious distress.
> I was here first, damn it!Is there really nowhere to rest in this stupid house ?! <, she thought angrily and again admonished herself to calm down. But at that moment Tyson's lips came dangerously close to Hilary's and she squeaked in surprise, backed up reflexively and dealt Leylan a hard blow.
She didn't even turn to the black-haired blader, but was completely focused on Tyson's lips.
Leylan was half hanging from the sofa and clung to the back of the chair, startled. Nothing bad had happened in and of itself, but Leylan's patience was now completely exhausted and she jumped up angrily.

"Sach ma, are you so stupid or am I just pretending ?! You should see each other like two stupid idiots! Damn it, Tyson du Oberhonk, finally decide, either you want something from her or damn it. And you Hilary, aren't you too good for such crap ?! That's just pathetic! Hit him or finally get together - you can't look at such brain-burned nonsense for two seconds longer! lead away! "

Snorting in anger, she turned on her heel and stomped out of the living room toward the porch. Tyson and Hilary watched her go wide-eyed. Tyson breathed out, recovering from the first shock, relieved and mumbled: "Lucky - she didn't knock us down. Ummh, I think she was so close."
With his index finger and thumb, he made it clear how lucky they were. Hilary's gaze lingered on the blue-haired Blader for only three seconds, then suddenly she got up and left the room. He looked after her puzzled and called: "Hey, where are you going?"
"Shut up!" Came from the hallway and, oh wonder, Tyson actually closed his open mouth again.

Hilary headed resolutely to the porch and as expected, Leylan was lying in one of the deckchairs, eyes closed and facial expression halfway relaxed.The manager of the Bladebreakers demonstratively built herself up at her feet and took the sun away from her. Leylan noticed the absence of the warming rays and opened his eyes in amazement. Her eyes met Hilary, who glared at her with her hands on her hips.

Leylan said listlessly: "What's that supposed to mean? Is there nowhere to be quiet?"
Hilary could see that she hesitated a little longer and wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing - but in the end her anger won out and she replied angrily: "Oh yes, the big Leylan Lao wants her peace! You should have one Make general announcements and distribute flyers - it really can't go on like this!
I am probably now on the ´black list´, after all I have disturbed your ´quiet´! "
Stunned, Leylan sat up and looked annoyed at the angry fury who so insolently took away the sunlight. It was evident from her that she wished to be far away on a distant island.
She answered in a cutting voice: "Do you always react like that when someone tells you the truth? You know I'm right - accept it or leave it, but leave me alone. This house is definitely a 'noisy hell'. "

Sighing, she ran her fingers through her hair and blinked up at Hilary in boredom. A sly expression appeared on the brown-haired woman's face; her eyes narrowed to narrow slits she hissed: "Then go! You want quiet - you will surely find it in Moscow's alleys ... on the street, you know your way around are here. "
She knew Before the words left her lips, she knew it was a big mistake.
Incredulous.
Stunned.
Annoying.
Angry.
Angry.
The anger finally prevailed and made Leylan rise - she was standing just a few yards from Hilary with dangerously flickering eyes.Was she more controlled most of the time and was difficult to get upset, this time she discarded all her, currently nonexistent, patience and fixed Hilary full of anger. Everything about her expressed absolute anger and aggression.
But Hilary was on a direct confrontation course for some inexplicable reason and did not shrink back a meter from the dangerous young woman.
"That was very unwise of you, Hilary," Leylan hissed and took a step towards her.

Although the fear slowly crept up her bones, Hilary returned the gaze of the night-black eyes unmoved - what she started pulled her through.

"What are you going to do now- hit me?"
"Exactly, Hil. I can hurt you a lot and believe me, I won't shy away from it. Some things prefer to go unmentioned."
Hilary gave a daring laugh and countered: "Why? Are you ashamed? Well, the impressive Leylan Lao also has her weaknesses. And yet you are like a wild animal ... Eve was right."
A look from sly eyes struck Leylan and yet Hilary was not aware of the effect her words were having. Suddenly the anger was gone, on her throbbing now dull bewilderment like an inflamed wound in Leylan and with wide eyes she thought:> That one again ... I could have guessed. And Hil also listens to her, something ridiculous! <

Hilary watched the change in mood on Leylan's face suspiciously and was about to start another tease when Leylan's hands suddenly closed around her shoulders and shook them lightly.
"What the crap she told you, huh? What did she whisper in your ear to make you stand against me?"
Hilary stared at her completely perplexed, visibly amazed at this sudden turn.
Consider it this could be a joke, she was silent and waited for the redeeming 'Well, fell in!´
But nothing like that happened, Leylan was silent for her part and waited for the answer, which in her eyes was probably more relieving.
> So she means business ... stay calm, Hil, don't gossip now. <
> Why is she breathing so strangely? OMG- I'm holding her too tight- maybe she can't breathe! It suddenly appeared in Leylan's mind and she immediately loosened the grip of the vice around Hilary's shoulders, which was interpreted by Hilary as a sign of emerging weakness.

She said flippantly: "Why should I tell you that? Don't pretend Eve is the culprit! It's you who only cause trouble and take advantage of us ... and lie."
Her last words flashed Leylan's eyes and Hilary's lips twisted into a smug smile.
> Yes! Direct hit, Hil! <
The black-haired woman drew in a sharp breath and then asked, her voice trembling with anger: "Hil, no games - what did she tell you?"
It wasn't the question in itself that drove Hilary to an answer, it was the look in Leylan's eyes - angry, blazing, massive.

Eyes have always been considered a particularly intense mood window; the most varied emotions may be reflected in them - Hilary had heard a lot about it, but never wanted to believe it. Even when Eve pointed out Leylan's weaknesses, her impulsive nature and her thin-skinned lifestyle, and made it clear to her how terrifying and equally fascinating the eyes of the successful blader were, she only nodded, but paid no further attention to her words.
But Eve was proven right.
Seldom had she felt such a discomfort as in that moment, when she knew how resentful Leylan could be, she was not bound to anything and not accountable to anyone.
Hilary had to choose between fear of Leylan and respect for Eve."She says that you would only take advantage of us and bring nothing but trouble into the house. Eve is also convinced that you lied ... back then in the question and answer game.
The ... complications in your past ... they will burden us and damage the team ... "
She stopped.
The angry twinkle was gone, the terrifying unscrupulousness gone; instead she looked at a simple, dark pair of eyes, filled with a strangely serene calm. Leylan smiled at himself, seriously wondering how she could have been so stupid.
> She didn't make up this crap herself, ts ... she just parroted her. Oh man, Leylan, absolute failure. <

She blamed herself for her naivety of believing Hilary was giving her personal opinion on this, and then whether she even had any. She hurriedly shooed the angry predator back into the background, time for her controlled, pragmatic side.
"And? Is it so? Am I really as 'bad' as Eve says?"
She found it no less pleasant to feel this serene look on herself, she felt strangely illuminated. Avoiding her gaze and in a hushed voice, Hilary replied: "I ... I don't know. But since you've been here, I've only been in trouble with Kai and the press regularly runs into me. And ... yes, what if you really lied to us? "
The young woman had to suppress a grin with all her might, given the recurring aggressive glint in Hilary's brown eyes.
"I know that you are a bit ´jumpy", but honestly, I wouldn’t have considered you to be THAT manipulable. "She patted Hilary on the shoulder like a friend and added:" I don’t want to threaten you, Hil, because there is another way . We have known each other for a long time, you should have more trust ... but don't forget one thing: never mess with someone who is vastly superior to you, because unlike me, you would regret it on the spot.We're still young, Hilary, and yet we live a life beyond meaning. So if we want to live the adult life, we should behave like that. "

Letting go of Hilary's shoulders, she turned and headed for the patio door, knowing full well that Hilary would not be missed the last word.
"Yes weird, in contrast to 'normal' people our age, we grew up too quickly ... maybe you're right, Leylan, and I'm