123 years later...
“Do you always wear tights like that?”
Gemma glanced through the long brown hair that covered her face. She was enjoying a cold beer after a tiring performance a few minutes ago. Can’t people just leave her alone for a while?
Gemma chose not to answer the question. But what she did was make those people even more provoked.
“I’ve heard rumors that you’re an unapproachable woman. But what do you mean by wearing an outfit like this, which makes all the guys think you’re ‘open’ to us?”
Gemma could feel the grin of the man that talking to her. She looked up, determined to get a better look at the snob.
Gemma pouted. A typical rich man who gets his wealth from the inheritance of his parents. Expensive shirts with designer suits. His black hair, neatly slicked back, gleamed like wet asphalt. A clean face is a sign that he is diligent in taking care of his body. Gemma had to ask where this man did his facial treatment because, as a singer, Gemma also needs smooth skin like that. Gemma shook her head quickly to get rid of the thought. Such treatment, of course, is expensive. Gemma didn’t have that much money.
The two large bodyguards standing behind him were certainly not mere decorations. It had been a long time since Gemma had fought a battle with such muscular people. It must be interesting.
Gemma was chuckling to herself, imagining what she was about to do, when the bartender came up to her and took her hand.
“Gemma.”
Gemma turned, glaring at the bartender in disgust.
“What?” she asked fiercely.
“Don’t....”
The bartender shook his head slowly, his voice weak. He tried to stop Gemma, but he knew his efforts were futile, even before seeing the results.
Gemma brushed off the bartender’s hand. She then took a deep breath and exhaled.
“Okay...” Gemma said calmly. The bartender smiled with a surprised face. Surprised that his little effort had paid off.
“I will answer your question.” Gemma turned to the rich man with his bodyguards.
Gemma tossed her hair back and tried to be as friendly as she could be. If Maya saw her now, she must be very proud. Gemma can be graceful like a woman should be.
“I love wearing clothes like this—”
She pointed to her entire self, who was now wearing a tight snake pattern sleeveless shirt, black leather trousers that were also tight, and black high heels that made her short body look slender.
“So that I can easily beat up people like you in a fight.”
Gemma said it loud and proud. She glanced at the bartender and hoped for a thumbs up. But instead, the bartender slapped himself on the forehead.
The music playing in the nightclub was not so loud that the people sitting along the bar and those around them turned their heads.
Ugh... Why is Gemma always became the center of attention every time she opens her mouth?
The answer Gemma gave earlier was honest. Maya asks her to look good when Gemma appears on stage. She can’t wear jeans and t-shirts like in her daily life. Clothes like this are what give her ease of movement and look stylish.
“You challenge me?”
The Rich Man’s tone rose. Gemma raised an eyebrow.
“No. I’m not challenging you. You asked me why I enjoyed dressing like this. Right?”
That man glared, and it made Gemma’s astonishment. She was not provoking anger. If she intended to provoke a commotion, then the answer would not be like before.
“Bring her to my room. I have to teach her mouth some manners,” that man told his guards. A bald guard dressed in all black came up to Gemma and grabbed her wrist.
Gemma looked at the bodyguard’s hand, then looked up, looking into the bodyguard’s sunglasses-covered eyes.
“Let go of me,” Gemma ordered. Her voice was calm but terrible.
The music has now stopped. No more people swaying on the dance floor. The show has moved to the front of the bar, with Gemma as the main character.
The bodyguard smirked, as did his master.
“Why? Are you scared?”
That man and his bodyguard laughed. Very sickening. No one can laugh at Gemma so casually. Gemma spat on the man’s shoes, which were as shiny as his hair.
The man was furious; he slapped Gemma and now screamed.
“How dare you do that!! Bitch!! No one is going to help you here!! Beg and kneel if you want me to let you go!”
Kneel? Has this guy gone mad to have Gemma kneel? Don’t they know who Gemma is, and what kind of reputation has spread among nightlife lovers about her?
“You....” Gemma tilted her head slowly, her eyes flashing innocence for a moment. “You’re a new guy in this nightlife, aren’t you?”
Before that man had time to change his expression, Gemma quickly twisted the guard’s hand that was gripping her and freed herself. The next second, she leaped up, using the chair as a foothold, and plopped her knees into the guard’s face. The bodyguard groaned in pain, holding his nose, which had been confirmed to be broken.
It didn’t stop there. Gemma spun around on top of the injured guard, landed gracefully behind him, and swiftly kicked the bodyguard’s leg to his knees. Gemma threw a sidekick and sent the bodyguard’s head hitting the bar counter. The guard fell, and it was all in less than a minute.
“You never asked your bodyguards if they could see here? It’s a dark place. Why do you have to wear sunglasses?”
Gemma was standing next to the rich man, who was so shocked to see her that he fell and bumped into his other bodyguards.
Gemma smiled haughtily as they hurried off without another fight. Gemma bowed here and there, welcoming the applause of the visitors, who were amazed by her abilities. At least this time Gemma broke nothing.
“Gemma...”
It was her manager’s voice. What a coincidence.
Gemma turned and was about to talk excitedly, but she stopped when she saw Maya’s face.
Looks like Gemma is making trouble again.
*
Gemma thought that in her life she would never go out while Elenio’s sky was still dark. But after she moved to Ayria, the capital of Elenio, she had that opportunity.Even though it wasn’t completely dark when Gemma came out, she still felt a unique sensation. Gemma still remembers how her body welcomed her first experience back then. Her heart was beating wildly, her legs couldn’t stop shaking. The smell of the late morning air wafted through, caressing Gemma’s skin and hair. Cold, damp, and something Gemma could never imagine before made her whole body dissolve in a feeling that was… Magical.“Why do you like making a fuss so much?”Gemma snorted. Maya is still discussing it?Who knew that rich man was a VIP guest at the nightclub?“I didn’t start it,” Gemma replied. She was still looking out the car window, not wanting to miss the chance to see the color of the sky changing at dawn.
Gemma woke up when the sun was already hanging high in the sky and it was getting boiling in the attic.Even though Gemma had opened the window wide before she went to sleep, the breeze that came in from there could no longer relieve the stifling feeling that made Gemma sweat.Gemma got up and sat for a moment on the bed. She looked around the attic, which was now her room. The room measures three by five meters with a low sloping roof. Luckily, Gemma has a small body, so this room doesn’t feel cramped for her.A wardrobe full of the clothes that Gemma mostly got from the flea market stood firmly in the corner. Dressing table on top of which were scattered make-up tools. A bookshelf is full of books Gemma took from the library. She had read most of the books there and it was time she changed for some new books.Gemma brought a few books she could carry, then descended the spiral staircase that led her to the small room behind the administration desk
One of them, who was smaller than the others, pointed a finger at Gemma.Gemma put her palm on her chest and asked innocently.“Me? You guys looking for me?”The other man, with a large body that made his shirt look like it was struggling to contain his distended stomach, snorted in annoyance and raised his voice.“Don’t pretend you don’t know! We had to be in the hospital for three days because of you!!”Gemma tilted her head. Now she remembered who they were. Those two were the men she beat up at a nightclub where Gemma had a concert last week. Gemma beat them up because they dared to abuse a maid there.Well, even though the reason sounds right, the owner of that place still doesn’t want to know and asks Gemma for compensation.“Only three days? I think up to a week.”Gemma pressed her fingers together until they made a sound. Her eyes darkened. Do they want to get reveng
“Where are we going?”Gemma asked as the motorcade continued, sprinting over of the outer ring road east of Ayria city, instead of heading for the headquarters of the Archturian branch west of Ayria.Judging from the direction, they were now heading towards the place where a city was built for Archturians and Elenio’s elites, Meubena. Located 45 minutes from the capital, Meubena is inhabited by Archturian troops and high-ranking state officials, including the residence of the country’s leader.“Are we going to the main base?”Gemma was quite surprised, if that was the case. Was the matter so important that they took her to headquarters? Could it be that those two people were Archturians?Gemma shook her head quickly, trying to shake off the last thought. There was no way people with such pitiful fighting abilities were Archturians.“We were going to pick you up earlier. It had nothing to do with the
“Sorry for any inconvenience during the trip. Just standard protocol when we have to bring a stranger to base.”Those words greeted Gemma as she opened her eyes. From her unobstructed breath, she could tell that the veil on her face had been removed. But why does everything seem so blurry... And dark? There was only one spot that was so bright, it had been shining on her even when she was still half-dreaming.At first, Gemma thought it was a lamp used during interrogations. But it wasn’t. The light came from the moon, perfectly round white, hanging over the vast bluish-black sky. The moonlight was the only light here and made Gemma’s interlocutor, who was sitting opposite her, appear as a perfect silhouette.One thing was clear, he who was sitting there was a middle-aged man. Looks like her father’s age.“I won’t introduce myself, but I will tell you where we are right now.”Gemma didn’t have to
Gemma put one hand on the table and the other on her chin. “You think I care for what happens to my life?” Gemma knew that the mysterious man had not expected her to answer this.“The last thing that is certain to happen to all humans is death. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”Even though she couldn’t see him, Gemma could feel that man in front of her at a loss for words. But it wasn’t long, because he opened his mouth again. Although now his voice sounded a little hoarse.“You may not care about your life, but do the people closest to you think the same?”Gemma looked at the man with an increasingly lazy look. “People closest to me? You mean, if I don’t do what you want, you will mess with people close to me?”No answer. So it is a yes.This is getting ridiculous.“Sir, if you think you can threaten me in such a cheap way you are absolutely wrong. I am no
The pounding on the door made Gemma groan without realizing it. Her head was about to burst, and her eyes were heavy. It took Gemma a moment to gather strength, feeling every muscle movement from her body.There was another pounding on the door, this time followed by a voice. “Gemma, are you in there?”Purity? No, it’s not her voice. It was a male voice.Gemma opened her eyes. The sun’s rays dimly shone through the transparent curtains that covered her bedroom window.What’s the time now?“Gemma.” The voice called again. It took Gemma a moment to realize it was Jo’s voice.Gemma forced herself to get up. With shaky footsteps, she opened the door.Her memory was still hazy after last night she drank too much. There wasn’t a fight where she sang last night, so Gemma had plenty of free time until morning. The only options she had were stomping on the dance floor or drinking at the bar
“You know, I hate every time I go out with you in public.”“I know. You always say that when we go out together.”Gemma and Jo were eating at the most popular fast-food restaurant in Ayria, which was about four hundred meters south of the library where Gemma lived. Just a fifteen-minute walk.The weather is sunny today, giving a pleasant atmosphere to spend with lunch on the seats arranged on the side of the road. Many seemed to have the same thought as Gemma and Jo, as the surrounding chairs were almost full.Two girls, apparently still in college, whispered as they passed where Jo and Gemma were sitting. They’re not the first girls to intentionally do silly things to get attention.Whose attention?Who else but Jo.“You’re just jealous, that’s all. No man acts like that when he sees you.”“If there’s one, that would be creepy.”Gemma picked up a pi