I looked back both of them with a pleased smile before I headed into the secure hall that led to the exam chamber.
Today's exam was being done in a different set of rooms. The entire building was secured with guards and agents while teams were instructed to pick a leader who would enter the chamber hall to change into their designated uniform for the exam. They would decide on their sword at the entrance door of the exam.
I wasn't nervous in the slightest at the actual idea of fighting one-on-one with a given weapon, but I was praying things would go smoothly and Kaito would arrive on time. He'd yet to show up or contact us to let us know that he was on the way, leaving us unsure if we'd be able to pass if he didn't arrive by the end of the school day.
Kaito would never try to jeopardize us intentionally, which only left me worrying he'd been delayed. I had to keep my hopes up since this was the final part of this semester before the final set of months that would surely change our lives forever.
After changing into my all-black combat suit, I put my hair up in a ponytail and took one glance in the mirror before I nodded to myself.
"I can do this."
We will prevail.
Marianna’s entrance gave me a sense of comfort as I turned away from the standing mirror and walked out of the changing room. Turning to the right to head to the entrance, there was Jax leaning against the wall with something in his grasp.
He noticed my approach and one look in his eyes told me what I needed to know.
"Jaxsin? What are you doing here?"
His sinister grin was followed with him moving away from the wall to present me with a sword.
"The not-so-weak douche told me to give this to you, like I'm some sort of delivery boy," he dryly complained.
I arched an eyebrow at his explanation, attempting to put the pieces of his statement together until it clicked.
"Kaito?"
"Hmph. Weak fucker can't even deliver shit himself."
"We both know you don't mean that."
"I do."
"Uh-huh," I replied and reached for the offered sword. It reminded me of the previous one I'd kept with me during the assembly, only this one was in a metallic pink sheath with engraved golden flowers that were outlined with a neon orange tint. The fine details were amazing, and tugging on the golden hilt revealed the pink sword with orange magic incantations across the blade.
"Holy crap," I whispered and took the appearance in as my magic begged to flow through it.
"Show off," Jaxsin muttered, but he was eyeing the sword like I was. "There's a note."
"Is there?" I asked as I slid the sword back into its protective case and immediately fastened it to my waist.
"There is," he replied.
"Are you holding it captive?"
"Ya." He didn't even sound guilty about it. "I want a kiss."
"You were late to the kissing party," I pointed out but moved closer. "Where's Jax?"
"Temporarily sleeping," he mumbled.
"Want Marianna?”
"She'd start insulting me," he whined.
"You insult everyone but don't want to be insulted?" I teased.
"Hmph." He narrowed his eyes at me before looking away. "I'm bored."
I gently pushed him against the wall, catching his attention. He froze and gulped at my black eyes.
"Always say you’re bored, but I know when I come to play that it's the complete opposite," I purred. "Be a man and grow some balls so I can kick them nice and hard."
"That sounds both painful and enticing at the same time," Jaxsin muttered, but dipped his head low enough for his lips to gently press against mine.
With how rough and direct he was, his kiss was tender and slow. It was one that started and ended just as fast, leaving us both in want as he pulled back and grumbled, "Jax's awake. I'm out."
His eyes blinked a few times, returning to Jax's usual golden orbs that trickled with magic essence, but he didn't need to worry since Marianna was gone as well, a quick switch that I'd barely noticed.
"You switch in and out rather flawlessly," he pointed out as he took in my face. "Hey."
"Hey," I replied and leaned up to kiss him. He returned it with far more aggression than I expected, and I had to break the kiss, or I was positive I'd be hoisted up and slammed against the wall, judging by the way he looked at me.