Kane lazily woke up the next morning from his long slumber. His muscles were fatigued when he finally moved his limbs to attempt to strength. Kane grunted deep within his throat, deciding to lay down a bit longer. He felt his muscles disagree with him when he reached over to turn on the television. He watched television while he lazily stretched his arms more, easing only a small amount of the pain away. When he let out another unintentional groan, he decided he was due for a deep tissue massage.
Kane forced himself to stand from the cloud-like bed and head into the bathroom. He started the shower and let it warm as he brushed his teeth and rinsed with mouthwash before heading in. The water woke him from the warmth and soothed his muscles a small amount, not really enough to tell once he got out. Kane dried off his body and hair and got dressed in comfortable clothing before securing his mask and heading out the door.
Kane normally wouldn't dream of going into such a place, but he became hungry once he smelt the pure delicious aroma of bacon and his favorite, pancakes. Everyone was underdressed in their pajamas going through the buffet as they pleased, and still Kane felt as though he was out of place entirely in his black cotton sweat paints, white wife beater, and his big slippers. Maybe no one was used to seeing him as underdressed as he was, but he got hungry too. Kane tried to ignore the feeling of glares and he grabbed his plate and tray to go through the line.
Everything was going fine until he noticed Chyna's voice somewhere in front of him. Then, like lightning striking him in his steps he saw the brown skin and long black hair that made him smile like a kid all night. Saying he was obsessed would have been an understatement. She smelt so fresh like she had just washed her hair that morning. It intoxicatingly made it's way to his senses as he tried to ignore it. Nothing good came from crushes or women in general for him.
Kane picked up all the foods that count his attention, nearly filling his plate before he made it halfway through the line. He couldn't help but let himself listen to the woman and Chyna's conversation. It seemed that were good friends as they laughed at some joke Chyna made. The Big Red Machine almost felt guilty from being such an eavesdropper yet he couldn't stop if he tried. He could have gasped if he had the vocals for it once he finally heard her name. Naevia. He felt himself grin under his mask. It was a beautiful name, unique entirely. Kane must not have been paying attention, because he felt himself bump into something before he knew it.
He was pulled from his thoughts from a single small hand resting on his. He involuntarily stiffened automatically. It was like a natural response from his body being gently touched. Kane looked down to see Naevia saying something to him.
"Sorry about that. I didn't mean to run into you." Naevia smiled shyly.
Kane could feel his heart do cartwheels in his chest as he stood there like a long. For the first time, he actually wished he could say something for once, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything but stand there in shock. Naevia finally removed her hand and Kane took a breath.
All of a sudden, he saw an arm wrap around Naevia and Chyna and a face he knew all too well, Hunter.
"That there ladys, are what we call a Big Red Retard." Hunter smirked. Kane could feel his body heat up with embarrassment. Out of every time he could come around, it had to be there in front of her. Hunter made him look like even more of a fool that he had been at the moment. Kane quickly grabbed his plates and swiftly walked away as fast as his long legs would go. He could hear Hunter behind him, still laughing.
"Look at the retard go! Run Kane, Run!" He barked behind him.
"Why the hell would you do that, Hunter. That's no way to talk to anyone." Naevia said.
"I agree. You should calm down a bit with the antics. Kane is going to lose it on you one day and I'm not getting knocked to my ass for you." Chyna grabbed the last of her desired food as she spoke.
"Awe, come one baby! He's a damn retard. Everyone knows that and he damn sure knows it. How about you give daddy some sugar?"
"Fuck off. How about we eat in the room, Nae?" Chyna offered. Naevia agreed without much of a problem considering she didn't feel like being started at for being the new girl.
"Be like that then, more food for me baby." Hunter had his hand into one of the buffet trays, laughing.
Naevia could barely keep up with the bigger woman. She was basically running away from the scene that happened.
"Why didn't you tell me that you two were an item?" Naevia found herself asking. She couldn't pretend she didn't the affection in Hunter's voice.
"It's not really a big deal." Chyna tried to avoid the question entirely, but to no avail. She'd only known Naevia for one day night and the woman was too observant to believe that.
"I think it may be if you're trying to get me to shut up before I really asked anything. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want. I definitely understand."
"Yeah. Maybe another time." Chyna agreed without looking at Naevia at all. Chyna swiped the card to let them into their room. They sat down and ate without too much to say after that. It was quite awkward to say the least. Even though Naevia had barely known Chyna just yet, she didn't like to see that there was something on her mind that she couldn't talk about for once. She basically talked them both to sleep last night, telling Naevia about her experiences.
"Why did Hunter do Kane that way? The guy was just minding his own business." Naevia said through mouthfuls.
"He sees the guy as a threat." Chyna didn't take her eyes off the television. "Kane's actually pretty reserved even for a big guy, he keeps his distance from as many people as he can. I had to work with him before, and he's actually pretty gentle believe it or not."
"Why doesn't Kane fight back?"
"Hunter is McMahon money maker, even though they can't stand each other, he brings all the ratings in. I don't think Kane wants to jeopardize the place he's at right now. It was hard in him when he first started fighting."
"Damn, that's bullshit. You'd think he'd get a break for once."
"Breaks are really McMahon's thing if you piss him off enough. Let's just say, Kane has some demons from his past in his head."
"That's scary. Maybe he's just lonely." Naevia visualized the masked man for the first time.
"I'd advice you not to go there. Kane would rip your damn head off. He had somewhat of a thing for me, maybe not a crush, but I think I was interesting to him in a way he could only understand."
"What happened?" Naevia gulped down a piece of sausage.
"Oh, I stabbed him in the back, and he choke slammed me, nearly broke me damn neck on the process."
Naevia winced at the thought of the power behind a man that size.
"Now eat so we can hit up the gym. I'll teach you a few moves if you want." Chyna finally took her eyes off the television.
"Yeah, that would be cool. Thanks."
"Don't thank me yet. You'll be dead by the time I'm done with you."
"I don't doubt it." Naevia said looking at the bigger woman's frame. Her mind was still thinking about Kane, wondering if he was truly lonely.
Kane nearly ripped his room door off the hedges trying to get in so fast. He had gotten used to Hunter's brutal jokes, but for once, he really wanted to rip the guy's head off. Kane had never been so embarrassed, especially in front of a pretty woman. It was torture on his part.
Kane made sure the door was locked before he tore off his mask, throwing in on the bed with his free hand. He sat his breakfast on the bedside dresser before falling backward onto the bed, hearing it disapprove of his weight. He threw his hands over his face and still felt the hotness of embarrassment on it. Why couldn't Hunter just fuck off? He already had it hard enough as it was.
Kane forced himself to sit up and eat breakfast a few minutes after the embarrassment finally wore off. He enjoyed the silence as he ate, taking deep breathes to continue to calm himself. The last thing he needed was to get McMahon billed for a fist through the wall. He finished his plate a few minutes later, feeling full enough from the previously filled up plate of food he devoured.
Kane didn't really want to head back down, but his muscles were still aching for some professional attention. He pocketed his room key and secured his mask back on his face before opening his room door. He'd barely made it out the door when he saw the pretty woman standing in front of him.
"Hi, I'm Naevia. I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't know Hunter was that rude." Naevia shyly. "I'm happy I found the right room." Naevia watch him shake his head.
Kane looked both ways down the hallway, before pulling her in the room and closing the door. The last thing he needed was for someone to see the two of them together and have any word spread. Naevia pulled back quickly.
"Ouch, that was a bit rough." She rubbed her arm where his large hands had tighten around it. "I get it, you don't want to let Hunter see us again."
Kane nodded in agreement, not really knowing how to apologize for being too rough. Kane towered over Naevia, simply looking down at her. He watched the women smile at him, something he was definitely not used to.
"I umm, I didn't see you in the meeting last night." Naevia said. Kane nodded, attempting to motion something that she had a hard time picking up on. After a few minutes of seeing her become more confused, he walked over to the talked and took and pen and tablet, deciding to write on it instead. Naevia watched him scribble before he revealed what was written. He was huge. His arms basically could rip the wife beater he had one if he flexed too hard. She decided that he look kinda cute in his sweats and slippers. Naevia read the paper, understand every word.
"Oh, you left early." Kane nodded. She watched him scribble something else down, before revealing it.
"Why am I here? Did Hunter send me?" Kane nodded again. He didn't want to be fooled. "Hell no, he's an asshole in my book after today." Kane couldn't help but agree. "I actually thought you could use a friend. You're always alone after all." Kane tilted his head to the side before scribbling again.
"Why am I not scared? Umm, do I have a reason to be?" Naevia asked. Kane pointed at his mask without looking at her.
"I should be afraid of you because you wear a mask? I don't think so, then I'd be like everyone else don't you think." Kane's eyes widened. "Besides, I think you look pretty cute."
Kane shook his head before looking away. This must have been a joke or something. Nobody ever said anything like that to him.
"Whoever scarred you so deeply should be ashamed of themselves." Naevia made her way closer to Kane. He nearly tenses up when he felt a small hand on his back.
"Why don't we just get to know each other? We can take it as slowly as needed. I don't mind. I just hate seeing people hurt others. My mom always taught me to never follow and I haven't all my life, and I won't start now."
Kane was even more confused once he saw her pearly white teeth smiling up at him again. She was definitely unique. Kane agreed to getting to know one another. Maybe he would finally have something for himself.
He watched Naevia begin to scribble down something on another piece of paper from the tablet.
"That's my phone number. Don't be afraid to message me anytime."
Kane was dumbfounded. She walked towards the door, only to have Kane stop her in he tracks. He opened the door and looked both ways, seeing the halls we clear at the moment, before allowing her to leave. They headed in different directions, but she gave him a quick wave and waiting for him to respond back. Kane couldn't hide the smile under his mask as he found himself waving back slowly.