Peace in Waring Hearts: Chapter 2
The food “shortage” wasn’t as much of an annoyance to everyone else in BLU base as it was to the Soldier, but still some wondered where it was all going. The answer was known to those who actually bothered with the feelings of some of their teammates, which many of them did not. The answer to the question was obvious if they knew anything about their sniper and his current state. Food as we all know has a certain power of comfort. Sweets act as a sort of Bandage for emotional pain and numb a person’s heart.
The Sniper wasn’t sleeping in his van this evening. Actually, he hadn’t slept in it for the past week. He secluded himself in the room assigned to him when he first started working here, brushing it off to the side at first while claiming his van would suit him better. For some reason, he felt this place was more private than his van. Mainly because being in this room gave him more privacy. Everyone knew he lived in a van and won’t they be surprised to not get a response after knocking on his car door. But for now, he felt at ease as he settled into his bed and turned on the radio. Perhaps the light, cheerful song would drown out any other noises he’d make in the room, such as the crinkling of a candy bar wrapper. He sighed and unwrapped his third chocolate bar. No one’s caught him yet, and he hides the evidence well, so no real harm was being done. Right?
Nobody asked to come in, and for a while the Sniper was safe with his own thoughts and chocolate. That is, until his doorknob started to twist on its own, no one behind it to speak of and no sign of the lock breaking by itself. The wind maybe? But wind didn’t do that…
The Sniper dropped the candy bar and stared at the door. No, it couldn’t be… could it? Slowly, he reached under his bed for his blade and kept it by his side, turning back to his book and candy but kept all his other senses on whatever was making that door turn. So much for relaxing…
The knob continued to be fiddled with for a full minute until stopping suddenly. With a small pause, more noise was added. A little clinking to the unmoving knob and then a satisfying click, leading to a single turn of the knob and the door opening, only to be shut again quickly. Nothing seen.
His heart was pounding and he tried to keep himself looking cool. Why the hell is this happening? It’s after hours and this place was off limits. He sighed and closed his eyes, closing the book slowly before grabbing his weapon and lashing out with a snarl at the invisible being that was in his room.
“Now now…let’s not get too hasty.” The unseen foe said, the sound of his tapping foot being heard on the ground. “I haven’t come to fight. Battle is over isn’t it?” He spoke in a voice that was sly and almost slimy in nature.
“Spy,” he snarled and gripped his knife tightly. “Don’t care if it’s after hours or bloody Christmas time, get out of my room or I’m going to slice a new smile into your face!” He seemed more vicious than he’s ever been, even in battle. “Come on, uncloak yourself you bloody bastard!” He swung his knife again, hitting the wall and creating a dent in it.
“No thank you. I’d rather not die today.” He casually went over to his bed and sat in it, still unseen, only being possibly noticed by the small dent in the blankets. “Can’t I just come by to say hello? You’ve seemed off lately.”
“I’m not off, I haven’t been off!” he growled, still looking around for him. “Besides, you’re not even supposed to be in here!” He whirled around and got his foot caught on the chair by his desk, stumbled backwards and slammed into his bookcase before falling hard onto his bottom. He groaned and rubbed the back of his bruised head, only to yelp when several books and knickknacks fell on top of him. The once ferocious and focused Sniper, was now pathetically crumpled on the ground. He wasn’t badly injured, but his pride was hurt and right now, he didn’t want to get up at the moment.
The spy gave a small chuckle, getting up from the bed and holding a hand out to the sniper. He uncloaked slowly for his gesture to be seen, a small smile on his face and his cig hanging out his mouth. He took it out with his free hand to speak, fiddling the thing between his fingers. “Klutzy thing you are, aren’t you bushman?” Though a rude remark his voice seemed softer now…in a strange way.
Soft or not, he lightly slapped his hand away and scowled. “You caught me off guard,” he grumbled and kept his eyes on the ground. “It’s after hours… I’m trying to relax, you come in and…” He huffed and glared at him. “A-and I’m not a bloody klutz!” he snapped at him with a cold glare. What was he doing here, and why was he acting like… this? Well, he’s a Spy and they tend to tease and… do stupid things like this. “Just… get the hell out of here,” he mumbled, the sharpness and coldness gone from his voice.
“I can do whatever I want.” The spy sat down on the bed again, not at all motivated by the Sniper’s harshness. “There’s something bothering you emotionally…isn’t there monsieur?” He had a smirk on his face, but his eyes strangely showed concerned for the Australian.
“It’s none of your bloody business,” he muttered and glared at him, wincing when he saw the look in his eyes but forced out a huff in response. “Just because you’re the bloody enemy Spy doesn’t mean you have to go into everyone’s business. Come on, you’re a Spy. You should know everything about anything and everyone. You’re such a damn professional, why don’t you take a damn bloody guess?” He couldn’t threaten him and didn’t get up from where he sat, still embarrassed from the fall.
“It seems to me like you are grieving over something….a death perhaps?” He frowned now, looking fully sincere in all aspects, pitying him already.
He searched his face carefully, trying to find anything that would prepare him to be mocked or laughed at. Surprisingly, he found none. He slumped back against the wall and was silent for the longest time, debating on what to say or do and measuring out the consequences of whichever choice he made. This had to be a trick; he knew it had to be. Then again, he’s never seen the Spy act or behave like this before, let alone break into the base to meet him in his room. All this was too much; he didn’t need all this right now. He sighed and shook his head, deciding to just give him what he wanted.
“It’s… my mum,” he mumbled. “She’s been sick for… months, I guess. I couldn’t go see her, scheduling and all. Called every day, talked to her… promised her I’d come home soon.” He stopped talking and closed his eyes while swallowing hard.
The spy blinked, then moved over to the ground, kneeling down to get face to face with him. For one reason or another, he seemed to be actually worried for Sniper. He set a hand on his shoulder, letting out calm and concerned words.
“Maybe you will get a vacation to visit her soon yes? I’m sure she will be fine in time…”
He pushed his hand away quickly and finally stood up. “Too bloody late,” he muttered with a strained voice as he turned towards the window. “I called this afternoon… she’s not gonna make it. Doctors gave her… a week, not even.”
He looked to the Sniper, feeling his pain and showing it himself. “I am sorry…Perhaps I should leave you be….sometimes being alone is better comfort for these sorts of things…” He got to his feet.
He stiffened and turned to look at him with a frown. “Wait, what?” he asked, seemed to be very confused. “That’s it? That’s all you wanted, that’s all you’re going to do?” He quickly rubbed his nose with the back of his hand and stormed over to him. “What are you playing at, bloody spook? What is it, what do you want from me!?!”
The spy gave a simple smile and looked back to him. “I want nothing from you. As I said you seemed off, sad, and I was right. If you want comfort I can give it to you, if you wish to be alone I can do that as well.” Again there was no sign of any mischief on the RED as there usually was…all this was…strange to say the least. Why should he care about the sniper’s dying mother?
He stared at him as his anger slowly faded from his face. “You’re… not pulling my leg?” he asked, almost bluntly. “You just wanted to… check on me? That’s… not like you, to do all that.” Right now, being alone was making him feel sick. No one on his team would understand, the Soldier already called him a mama’s boy. But… bloody hell, this was the enemy Spy.
“I am not. I really have come to check up on you if you want to call it that…nobody seems to want to comfort you on your own team. I find that sad really.” He placed a hand on his shoulder, hoping he would not swat it away this time.
It seemed like he hardly noticed the hand on his shoulder. “It’s not that they don’t want to,” he mumbled with a sigh. “They just don’t know how… I don’t even know how.”
“Just come and sit…” The spy said calmly as he led him to the bed, sitting down with him on the edge of it. “Cry if you need to…”
He gave him a sour look. “I’m not going to cry,” he huffed. “Especially in front of you… no offence.”
“I understand…I will not condemn you for that.” He moved his arm around the other man’s shoulder to comfort him.
He flinched and looked at the arm on his shoulders, not sure of what to do. “… If a knife is in that hand, I’m breaking your arm off, okay?” He flinched and bit his lip. “Em, that slipped, sorry mate.” He sighed weakly and shook his head. “Sorry.”
The RED one chuckled slightly. “There is no need to apologize, it’s expected. I am your enemy after all.” The spy hesitated to do anything more than just that, though heaven knew he wanted to do more…
“I-I guess so.” He sighed and looked at the ground. What do people exactly DO during these… whatever this thing was? He sure as hell wasn’t going to cry, that’s for sure. He hesitated before reaching over and opening the top drawer to his dresser. “Want a candy bar?” he asked while nodding at the drawer, full to the brim with chocolate.
“I suppose I wouldn’t mind one.” He smiled at him, taking his arm off him. He thought the Sniper was acting almost…woman-like in his depression, which made his desire to comfort the man seem more normal in his own mind, rationalizing it for himself.
“Don’t you be laughing at me, either,” he warned as he opened up a chocolate bar of his own. “Just because I eat these doesn’t mean I’m a lazy ass and it DOESN’T make me weak, either.” He bit into it and chewed slowly. “Hmph… don’t you laugh at me, got it?”
“I won’t.” He said simply, then added. “Can’t I have one too?” He kept his smile, that simple smile that did not read as happy or sly or any emotion common to the spy, or any spy for that matter.
“Oh, right yeah,” he mumbled, a bit taken aback from that smile but was able to take several out. “I dunno which one you want… um, this is the fancy kind, I think.” He held it out to him as he took another bite from his own candy.
The spy took it with a simple thanks, unwrapping it with his gloved hands and took a bite. He looked to the sniper again, patting next to him for him to sit back down.
The Sniper hesitated before doing so, the smile still making him feel… uneasy. “Is it good?” he asked awkwardly, unsure of what else to say and ended up stuffing the rest of the bar into his mouth.
“Oui.” He continued to bite into his candy bar before questioning, “Where did you find all this candy?” He had a slight tilt to his head with this. “You have more than a woman with pms” he added, smiling slightly at his own joke.
The Sniper gave him a cold glare but sighed. “I have my ways… but people got hidden stashes everywhere, plus a treat jar Pyro put out. I think the mate knows I’m down… keeps refilling it without a complaint, but hits Heavy when he sees him peeking inside it.”
“So I see!” the RED chuckled and took a bite of his candy. “Kind of- ” he paused, “it to do for you.” He took another bite, satisfied with it he wrapped it back up and put it in his pocket. He looked to the sniper, a simple look in his eyes that hid so much more.
He stared back, cheeks full of chocolate and head tilted in confusion. “Hm?” He swallowed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “What are you staring at? Something on my face?” He roughly rubbed his face with his hand.
The spy only smiled and gave the other man a small pat on the shoulder, rising to his feet. “I should be going. I will be back again soon, it seems you need much more comfort…” He walked to the door.
"I-I do?" he asked while getting to his feet. "Wait, when are you going to be back?" He flinched and shook his head, saying the wrong words. "I-I mean… bloody hell, I need to get… plane tickets soon. Plus, the others are gonna-." He paused and twisted his mouth into a frown. The teams won’t really notice anything different, the Spy being a mysterious person that goes out all the time, and himself staying alone almost all the time. Yeah, no one would care. "Look, you don’t have to come back here… dunno why you’d want to but…" He sighed. "If I leave the door unlocked, promise not to slit my throat at night?"
Spy had turned back to watch the vulnerable sniper’s ramblings with a caring smile on his face. When the sniper had given that final remark, the spy answered, “I promise. There would be no reason to after battle. I am a gentleman after-all.” He straightened his eye and placed a hand on the knob. “I will be back soon, you’ll never know when, I like surprises~”
The Sniper frowned with some worry in his eyes. On the battlefield, sometimes surprises were a pain in the neck… no pun intended. Perhaps now’s the time to at least clean up his room, make it a bit more decent. Hey, though he was the enemy, he was still… sorta kinda a guest. “What, should I brew some coffee before you come?” he asked with some light sarcasm.
“Yes, and there should be sugar and cream” And with a faint smile on his lips and a twist of the knob, the spy’s body vanished and the sniper’s door opened and shut in an instant. He was gone and the sniper was alone again….for the time being.