Told ya it wouldn't be long! This is Chapter TWO for this fic! Woohoo! In case there was any confusion, this fic starts a little after Karl's fight with Steffi and Benzene. If you can't picture what Kitten looks like, and wanted to see a picture, go to my profile and click on my deviantart account. Her picture should have a lavendar backround... OKay! Without anything else:

I do NOT own the Law of Talos, or any of the characters! The only characters I own are Kitten and... Silver...

"Kitten?" Karl's voice echoed as he stuck his head out of the room and into the hallway. There wasn't a response, and he wasn't expecting one anyway. Stepping into the hall, he held his chin in thought. "Arma, could you go find our friend?" He asked the shape shifter, turning his head to the raven. Arma flew off his shoulder quickly and down the stairs, out of sight. He smiled warmly.

He could always count on Arma.

But back to the subject at hand, how did she get away?

He walked back into the room and paced around. Finally, he decided to lock himself in the room and see where that takes him.

It's not like he couldn't smash the door open, so what's the risk?

Now inside the locked room, he sat down in the chair and looked around. The most obvious exits would be the door, windows, and air vent, but like he saw before, none of them seemed tampered with. So what other exits are there?

Suddenly, Arma sped into the room through the window, breaking the glass. She circled over him twice before leaving once more. He smirked and followed after her quickly, breaking the glass even more by running through it.

Oh, the building was falling apart anyway; he doubts anyone would worry about a smashed window!

Landing on his feet with ease, he wasted no time and took after Arma at full speed. After five minutes of running, he turned the corner to find a very familiar brunette walking down the street, shoulder-length hair swinging from side to side. He smirked again and snuck up on her as silently as he could. When she was in reach, he leapt out and wrapped his arms around her from behind, stopping her from walking.

"Found ya, Kit." He smiled, sticking his head over her shoulder. She frowned at him, but all else her expression was calm.

"Hello again Karl." His smile morphed into a smirk.

"You don't sound too excited to see me."

"Yes, because you locked me in a room for an hour and ran off."

"But you got out." He reminded slyly.

"That is true…" He took notice to what was in her hands.

"…Where did you get a cup of chocolate ice cream from?" He asked curiously in a skeptic way. She blinked at him twice.

"The ice cream man."

…

"…What… ice cream man?" He asked slowly with a confused smile.

"The one driving around the streets of the city. You know, in an ice cream truck." She added innocently, explaining it as if it were the most normal thing that's ever happened.

"… So you accepted ice cream… from a man driving around in an ice cream truck…"

"Yes." She nodded, picking up the spoon in the cup and raising some of the ice cream to her mouth. He put his hand on hers and lowered the spoon slowly.

"…In the middle of a fighting tournament…" She frowned at him.

"Yes." She nodded once more, raising the spoon out of the cup once again. He snatched both items out of her hands and chucked them as far as he could, both of them watching the ice cream fly away. "Hey! I wasn't finished with that...I'm pretty sure that's littering…and I didn't even get to eat any of it, either."

"That's probably for the best."

"What do you mean?" She asked innocently, both still watching the direction the ice cream went sailing through.

"We're in a fighting tournament…"

"Yes, you've established that fact Karl, what's your point?"

"Remember how I said it's hard to trust people here?"

"Yes?" She drawled out.

"There are reasons for that, you know. The man was trying to kill you." They both turned their heads to look at each other since it was clear the ice cream was long out of their eye sight.

"Oh, the ice cream was innocent! It was just a man probably trying to cheer up the contestants from-" Suddenly, an explosion went off in front of them, which happened to be the direction the ice cream was thrown in. They snapped their heads to look at the explosion, which was far away from them thanks to Karl's crazy super-strength.

"…You were saying?" Karl asked after everything settled down.

"…It was probably just a coincidence..." Kitten mumbled. He smiled at her for a moment, before grabbing her wrist and starting to drag her in that direction.

"Let's go find out then!"

"No, no! It's fine! We can just assume it was a coincidence and get on with our lives." Kitten protested, stumbling to keep up with Karl's fast pace.

"But if we assume, we'll never know!"

"I know it's a big loss, but I think I'll learn to be okay with it. See, we can do it together! We'll get through this, Karl." He laughed shortly at her response.

"It's going to keep us awake at night." He taunted teasingly, looking back at her.

"We'll manage." She continued to protest confidently. Out of no-where, Karl stopped abruptly. Kitten almost crashed into him because of this. "What, what is it?" She asked concerned as he started shaking.

"I'm just… a little…out of juice…" He trailed tiredly, letting go of her wrist and sinking down to the ground. She frowned as he stared up at the sky with a shaky smile.

"…Are you going to be okay?" She asked, kneeling next to him. His gaze slid over to her and he didn't respond. "Kar-" She was cut off by a soft, high pitched song reaching their ears. "That's…" She paled, not finishing her sentence, but from the song, Karl knew who it was.

Now what does she do?

Kitten didn't want to run into that man again after he gave her an explosive in disguise that would've killed her if Karl hadn't been there-

Wait, what she saying?

That was a coincidence.

But still, something told her they shouldn't run into the man again.

Making up her mind, she sprung feet, grabbing Karl's arms and started to drag him. She was slowed because despite Karl's appearance, he weighed a ton! -But she pulled on and got them both in a nearby building, with the van pulling into their street a few moments later. She closed the door silently before dragging Karl under a desk for extra measure, before turning and dashing across the room, settling under a desk opposite to Karl. They stared at each other in caution as the music got louder and louder until it was deafening, as loud as music at rock concert. It seemed the music, and therefore the van, froze right in front of their building before something odd happened.

The music disappeared.

It didn't fade like they expected it to, it just… cut off.

The door swung open and hit the wall with a loud bang. The air was tense as a man in blue pants walked to the center of the room. They couldn't tell you any more about him, since the rest of him was cut from their eyesight, and they weren't going to risk their positions just to see what this guy, their potential killer, looked like. He stood there for what felt like a few minutes before grabbing a chair from close by and pulling it up to Kitten's desk. Thankfully, the man propped his feet up on top of the desk, so he wasn't aware of them yet. Karl's stared at Kitten's fearful eyes, but after a moment she quickly calmed and remained silent. There was a heavy silence in the room. A snap of something metal broke it, but was quickly swallowed up by silence again.

"Did you find anything?" Anyone there?" A loud voice that sounded from over the radio asked expectantly. It was unexpected, so naturally Kitten jumped silently. Fortunately, the man didn't notice the movement.

"No." Came to gruff, yet calm voice from the man in the room.

"Are you sure? The robot said-"

"I know." The man's voice cut in quickly. Karl switched his gaze to Arma, who was already slipping away and up the stairs unnoticed.

"Sir… The robot also said he was with a human…doesn't that go against his records?" There was a slight pause. "…What are you going to do when you find them?" The voice asked hesitantly.

"They're competitors…they must be dealt with." The desk shook as the man pounded his fist, or what sounded like his fist, onto it. Karl locked eyes with the girl across the room. Her eyes that were calmed before were widened with fright again and she flinched silently, but violently.

He was beginning to worry she'd give them both away.

Suddenly, a crash upstairs jolted the man into a suspicious investigative stance on his feet, making Kitten flinch again.

"There's something upstairs…" He trailed over the radio, before proceeding through the room. They both were silent as he thudded up the stairs and then overhead. She wasn't going to last much longer if he came back downstairs, which he probably would. More thudding was heard on the stairs again. Great, here we go...

Even with her eyes squeezed tightly shut; she could feel his piercing gaze. She opened her eyes hesitantly, meeting Karl's, but then searching for the man that was supposed to be in the room.

He wasn't.

Realization struck her like lighting as the thudding got lighter and lighter.

He was going up!

She darted out from under the desk and over to Karl quickly.

"You're awful at this." He muttered lowly as she skidded on her knees down to him.

"Sorry, it's the first near-death experience that I can remember." She excused quietly, grabbing hold of his arms again. They were now aware that the thudding was getting louder again, and fast.

He was coming back down…

"Darn it." Kitten hissed, dropping Karl's arms and turning to run back across the room. The thudding was coming down too fast, he realized that fast. So, for the sake of both their covers, he grabbed her arm and pulled her under the desk with him, using the last of his strength (for now) by slapping a hand on her mouth and wrapping his other arm around her. She landed on his lap, her back on his chest, and made a noise of surprise like expected. Her hands flew up to his hand and grabbed it in what he thought was going to be protest, but to his relief and surprise, she held his hand there. Not even having enough strength to keep his head up anymore, he gently dropped it on her shoulder so he was leaning forward.

Not a second later, the man came running down the steps, storming through the room and out of the door.

They both were tense; waiting to hear anything to confirm the man was still there. When the two didn't hear anything for a minute, they began to relax, only for the man to come storming though the door again and stop in the middle of the room. Kitten flinched again, but Karl held her in place so the man wouldn't notice the sudden movement from the corner of his eye. The man himself stood there in silence for a while. Karl didn't have to breathe, and Kitten didn't. After what felt like forever, the man walked out of the building once more. It was quiet for a second time. Suddenly, the loud music blasted once more, making both of them flinch, before it began to flow away from them, down the street, and hopefully out of their part of town. They both sat there silently for a few more minutes before Karl broke the tension by sighing.

"Well…That was exciting." He smiled, lifting his head and removing his hand from her mouth. Kitten's own hands dropped into her lap.

"Yeah." She laughed, "Understatement of the year."She stopped joking and turned her head to him. "Are you okay now Karl?" She asked gently.

No, he wasn't okay. Confused more like it. Why didn't she leave him to die in the middle of the road? He wasn't much of a protector, he could barely move. So why didn't she abandon him and run?

"I will be, in a minute or so." He dismissed his thoughts quickly. She stared on concerned, but nodded.

"If you say so…" She trailed, unconvinced.

"So, how was your first near-death experience, then?" He asked curiously.

"During the event… adrenalizing. But now that it's over, I kind of wanted it to be a little more exciting." He chuckled at the thought.

"Any more 'exciting', and you would've been overloaded."

"Yeah, but still," She defended, shrugging. "…Are you sure you're okay?"

"Didn't you already ask this?" He was only met with a frown. "…Yes. But it might take more than a minute." She nodded slowly with hazy eyes.

"…Oh…'kay." His smile widened unconsciously. He knew that look.

"You're not falling asleep, are you?" He asked smugly.

"…What?...no…." Her tone was unconvincing.

"Okay Kit, whatever you say." He shrugged as she started to doze off.

"I'm…serious…" Her face showed otherwise. She was starting to sound like Jack.

"Mmm, sleep tight Kitten." He hummed as she dozed off for the last time, leaning back against him. Arma flew in from upstairs a few minutes later, and he glared at the shape shifter in warning. "Not a word, Arma." Arma herself shrugged and jumped onto Kitten's lap, settling herself under Kitten's limp hand, which shifted and started to pet the raven.

Karl only chuckled.

End of Chapter two! So, leave a review, tell me what you thought! I hope you liked it! See ya soon!

~Kioku7