It's Time

His fast movement, the smoothness of each flick of the wrist, it was a just another twirl, just another swift kick from his elbow. Everything he did was so delicate, but all so complex. His legs quickly met with the weighed bag before the causally dressed actor, the stuffing flying out where the blades must have made contact. So when Darren opened the trailed door to Chris playing an intricate symphony of movements, he was aroused with the up most of interest, it stunned him.

He smiled, watching the routine proceed organically as the brunette fiercely skated his way around his trailer and finally noticed the other presence in the vicinity. He jumped slightly at the sight, and Darren smirked pulling his glasses down, "Loosing thine touch I see, Ninja."

Chris looked at him with one of Kurt's smug expressions as he happily proved him wrong, swinging his one sai frivolously and swaying towards the additional body.

"Oh… my god." Darren looked at his co-worker, wide eyes and all. He was about half a millimeter away from the tip of Chris's sai. Both of the males just stood there. Chris was panting heavily from extensive training, beads decorating his porcelain skin. He lift the sai just a touch before he pulled away lightly.

"What are you doing?" Chris asked jokingly, withdrawing his blade, amused by the frozen raven before him. He couldn't help but let a small laugh escape from his lips as Darren's eyes were glued to the twin sword in his hands.

"I- I was going to see if you wanted to, uh…"

Chris continuously placed the twins back in their case, and tore off his hoodie, he looked at the older male, his eyes playfully teasing him. He found it hilarious that he could render the infamous musical theater major into a stuttering statue.

"Want what?"

"To hang… wh-" Darren couldn't help but let his eyes lock with the case and the now green orbs simultaneously.

"Sai Blades." Chris smiled, pushing himself from the table he was leaning on. "I've been fascinated with them ever since I was little." He smiled walking towards his closet, placing his previously worn hoodie in there while taking out a casual dress shirt to throw over his black form-fitting shirt. "Finally bought a set, and I've been playing baton with them ever since."

Darren laughed, leaning against the cream colored walls of the trailer, "that's most definitely a lot more that just playing baton." He watched as Chris stopped in front of the mirror messing with his hair a bit, pushing it to the front.

"Do you do your own stunts?" Chris turned at the question looking at him in disbelief.

"Oh stop," laughing as his finished his rounds by grabbing his lip balm from the coffee table.

"But seriously though, you're like our own Elektra." Chris rolled his eyes making his way out of the trailer with Darren on his tail.

"And you," he turned towards the shorter male poking him on the shoulder, "are our own Harry Potter." Both of the two laughed, looking at each other in amusement.

Darren threw his hands up, "Alright, alright- fair enough."


so... this is out of my usual zone, though I'd spice it up...

I'm actually working on a chapter story, short- 4-5 chapters. Please look forward to it.