"What? But Yutra, you know I can't hit hard, I need someone to help me out! You have powers too!"
"Hetra, do you know what you're asking of me? If I do as you say, I'll need to keep an alter ego and what happens if someone finds out?"
"I know, but please, I can't stand another day on the battlefield with that new villain out there! Wouldn't you feel guilty if I, your best friend, was taken out? My only powers are flying and creating illusions! I know its dangerous, but still, we can at least help other people! If you find it too hard, both of us will quit. So please?"
"...I hope you know I wasn't listening."
"Fine! Just once!"
"You're the best!" Hetra hugged her best friend. Both of them were currently sitting in Yutra's room. Hetra, better known as Hexa the illusionist, was not able to do the superhero work alone, but luckily for her, her best friend had recently discovered her powers, and found out about Hetra's power as well as alter ego soon after. Yutra shook her head in exasperation. "I'm going out for a walk, you coming?" Yutra asked as she got out of her chair and started walking out of her room.
"Yup! Wait for me!" Hetra chirped behind her.
Hetra was better known as a social butterfly, but for some reason, she got along with Yutra especially well. As for Yutra, she would rather spend her spare time designing a prototype or burying herself in books.
Both of them slowly walked down the stairs and out of Yutra's two-storey terrace house, chatting and laughing.
Yutra immediately stiffened and muttered to her friend. "Ignore him and just keep walking."
Hetra grinned and shook her head. "Oh, don't be like that Yutra, he's a nice guy."
"Yeah, Yutra, hear that, even your best friend sides with me." Came the answer with an accompanying annoying smirk.
Yutra gritted her teeth and turned to face her next-door neighbour.
"What do you want, Arosian?"
"A simple greeting would have sufficed." He said, pouting.
"Fine, hi, happy?"
"Tch tch, how kind you are." Arosian replied sarcastically. She gave a withering stare to Arosian and looked at him. He sported tousled dark brown hair and a pair of piercing green eyes that contained a mischievous gleam. He was notorious for being one of the so-called 'good-looking' guys that had most girls swooning after him. But not Hetra or Yutra. Mainly because Hetra had a model-like appearance that most girls would kill to have, and had many boys chasing after her. Yutra rarely showed any interest in guys, to the extent that Hetra once accused her of liking girls, an accusation that she had scoffed at.
"We were just walking to the park for a stroll, want to come along?" Hetra asked Arosian.
Yutra looked at her best friends with wide eyes and mouthed the words 'traitor'.
Hetra rolled her eyes and bumped Yutra's shoulder.
"Sure, thanks for the offer." Arosian shot Yutra a smirk and proceeded to vault over the fence separating his house from the street.
"Have I ever told you I hate your guts, Aros?"
Arosian grinned. "Yes, and it probably doesn't help that you punch them really hard. That, and you're probably the only girl who hates me and still calls me Aros."
"Arosian is a mouthful. Or would you rather I come up with something that will embarrass you for the rest of your life?" Came the immediate retort.
"Oh cut it out, you two!" How about we admire the flowers and listen to the birds sing instead of bickering like a couple?" Hetra cut in.
There was an awkward silence as both Yutra and Arosian stared at Hetra.
"Erm, Hetra, well-" Arosian began, but Yutra cut him to it.
"Hetra, one, those types of flowers are grown in my backyard. Two, the birds chirping sound more like screeching. Three, we are not bickering like a couple."
Hetra scrunched up her face and proceeded to stalk off, leaving Arosian and Yutra staring at her retreating back.
"Well… Wasn't that a bit harsh?" Arosian raked his hand through his hair as he asked.
"She's my best friend, besides, we'll see her up ahead sitting on a bench licking an ice-cream trying to recover her dignity." Yutra explained matter-of-factly.
Arosian smiled and shook his head. There was something about her manner that was endearing to him.
Both of them continued to stroll on slowly, momentarily enjoying the silence between them. Strangely, it was Yutra who first broke the peaceful moment.
"Do you want to get some ice-cream? After all, Hetra is probably eating it right now, so I don't see why we shouldn't be." Yutra asked. Arosian nodded. He still had no idea how she could be so nice to him sometimes and plain mean other times, but he knew not to spoil the moment now and risk a punch in the gut.
He watched as Yutra licked her vanilla ice-cream.
"Sweet tooth?" He asked.
"Took you that long to realise?" Yutra quickly shot back.
"Aren't you afraid of gaining weight?" He couldn't resist teasing her.
"You're lucky I think that wasting food is a sin, or else I'd have punched you by now. Seriously, it's like you never learn. Do my punches even hurt you, or are you just pretending?" She was frowning now.
He gave her a smirk and shrugged. Truthfully, her punches were hard most of the time. He was just lucky he had great endurance for pain, it barely hurt him, but he was sure that if he were normal, it would've hurt a great deal. But she couldn't know that for two reasons. One was that she would immediately recognise for who he was if he'd told her. The other was that she would add more power to her punches, making sure that it would really hurt for him, never mind the damage her knuckles took. He'd seen her chip away at a concrete wall while her hands were sore and bleeding. As for the first, he just couldn't risk it.
"Hey Yutra! Wake up! It's time!" Hetra shook her friend by the shoulders to wake her up.
"Time for what?" Yutra muttered groggily.
"Hero time, duh, don't tell me you forgot. And just in case, I told my parents that I would be out from morning to night."
"What? But its 6am…" Yutra protested groggily.
"What can I say? Hero work starts early." Hetra smiled.
"Fine. Get out and let me change." Yutra ordered.
"I still can't believe you're only wearing a hoodie and jeans." Hetra complained.
"Hey, I prefer comfy to revealing." Yutra replied, glancing at her friend's purple skin-tight shirt and violet leggings.
"But you didn't even bother to cover your face! What happens if someone rips your hood back? You'll be known throughout the world!"
"Hetra, look at me, even if someone strikes a hit on me, they can't possibly see through this light." Yutra explained. She was right, the wisps of light floating around her practically covered her like a blanket.
"Fine, but remember, don't talk unless you know how to disguise your voice, and make sure your voice and fighting style doesn't cause the other party to recognise you. Also, make sure to call me Hexa." Hetra informed Yutra, who just nodded.
AN: Please R&R, I'm still quite new to writing stories, so the format might be a little messed up, sorry 'bout that.