Unveiled Emotions

Vicious gazed at the information that he had been given. Rei sat in a corner of the room watching him. The bird shifted its weight slightly as Vicious picked up another paper. It was mid-afternoon and the silence had been going on for hours. Rei didn't mind the silence because she could hear Vicious' mind and she had once again become used to his dark thoughts and motives. He glanced up for a moment and acknowledged her presence then went back to reading the notes. He then picked up the telephone and dialed a number.

"If I have to give you a name then your career has ended. I want you to run some tests for me. You already have a list of subjects. Try them out on the new synthesized drug the pharmacists have been working on," Vicious said and hung up the phone. "You don't approve?"

"I didn't say that," Rei replied as Vicious stood up, his slender body arching as he stretched.

"There was something in that conversation you did not like. I saw it in your eyes."

"There was nothing."

"You know you're the only one that I would let get away with this."

"I know."

"If you were anyone else, I would have your body sold to the highest bidders and your mind sold to someone else."

Rei said nothing as he poured himself a drink. She knew he was right. From his thoughts, she had found herself extremely lucky in the fact that she knew his most personal feelings and she was still alive.

"You've got nothing to say," Vicious commented as he pushed the bird off of his shoulder. It protested slightly as Vicious walked over to where she sat.

"Your thoughts speak clearly though," Rei said as she stood up.

"Perhaps, but I have no time for that now. It is time that I meet Stinger in the training room. I need to keep my reflexes up and a Regal Taliban can get quite deadly, especially at stealth fighting."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Stay on the grounds," he said and kissed her deeply. He ran his hands over her rump for a moment then turned away from her.

"I'll be back in a few hours. Be careful...pl...ease."

"I will, Vicious."

He gazed at her for a moment then walked out of the room. He laid a hand on his sword as the door closed behind him. He thought about her and pictured her in the nude. His eyes narrowed as he allowed his thoughts to become more explicit for he knew she could hear him. He thought of how he would really like to treat her at night as he walked down the silent hall.

"You've got a killing look on your face. Who is it this time?" Stinger asked as he lit a cigarette.

"What are you doing out of the room?" Vicious asked as he pulled his sword out of its sheath.

"I got tired of waiting in there. So who's on your death list now?"

"No one new. I was just....thinking."

"Oh. Fantasizing."

"What?"

"I'm right, aren't I? No use trying to cover it up. You were thinking about her."

"We've got work to do. You can be replaced you know. I think I would enjoy slicing your head open to see what little brains you have inside of it."

"Yeah, I know I can be replaced. I know the score. Don't think I'm not keeping count, because I am. But, do you really wanna kill me? I mean, where are you going to find another male of my species with my credentials?"

"Just go into the room and shut up or I may make my fantasy of slicing your face off a reality."

"All right. I'm going. You certainly didn't get to the position you're at today by being amiable, did you?"