~Next day: at school~
"Stop snoring. You sound like a drunken sailor." Masato threw a pillow at me. I was comfily laying on the couch with my fedora over my face.
"It's called allergies. Now Nashoba, he, he snores like a drunken sailor." I probably sounded high or something. Yawning makes me sound that way at times. Nashoba just then let out a big snore. "Told ya."
"Why are ya sleeping?"
"I was harassed by a reporter yesterday. I have the right today to take a nap." I yawned out the last part. We put a sign out on the door 'Do not disturb, unless it is extreme importance. Importance as fights or somethin else. No mating rooms for today. I do not care at all if somebody breaks your nails or messes up your hair for fighting for someone. I don' give a damn. Shove off and come back tomorrow.'
"Some right." he snorted.
"Shut it." I growled.
"Y'know, ya need to be a little nicer." he sighed.
"This is how I am. Don't like then find somebody else to hang out with." I growled.
"Fine, whatever. You have a cold personality at times."
"Ya should be use to it by now. I'm not usually cold around ya. I'm just tired so it comes out." I pointed out.
"Fine. What did you do last night?"
"Watched Sponge Bob."
"Sponge bob?" he laughed.
"Blame Nashoba. He wanted to watch it. Don' know why, though. He's just weird."
We heard running down the hall to my room. Two feet. Maybe one of the older people. Masato got up to see who it is.
"Sorry, message for you." the person told us.
"Like?"
"Taro Lee, challenges Aiko Inuzuka for alpha."
"Fine, I accept the challenge." I told the person. "Where?"
"In gym."
"Now?"
"Yep." I sighed.
"Nashoba stay. C'mon Masato." I said putting on my fedora. I slipped back on my flip-flops and stood. I stretched and I headed out.
The messenger stayed back. While Masato and me were in front of him.
"Hope he knows what he is doing." Masato sighed.
"Yeah. He doesn't know how feral I become when I'm fighting." I smirked.
"Yeah. You do get pretty feral when fighting." he agreed. "How you going to fight this time?"
"I have this knew move I wanna try out. Were goin to fight as halfa's."
"Why?"
"I usually fight as a demon. I wanna try somethin new." I shrugged. We got closer to the gym. Looks like everybody heard about the challenge. I really don't want an audience. But it happens.
Everybody moved out of the way for me and Masato. They had mats down so nobody got hurt terribly.
"You accepted the challenge, I see." Taro laughed. We got to the edge of the mats. I unstrapped my watch and handed it to Masato. I also gave him my hat. I kicked of my flip flops. Stepping on the mats.
"My rule we are to fight half a demon." I told him. He nodded.
"The fight between Aiko Inuzuka and Taro Lee will begin!" the referee yelled. I hunched over a little. I let my arms dangle. I waited for Taro to make the first move.
I heard small clicks of metal. I heard air whistling. I jumped up easily dodging them. I stood up straight and started running. I pulled my right arm back. I kept my left arm in front for protection.
"ARAAA!" I yelled as I launched my arm forward. He caught my fist. I pulled my left arm back. I threw it forward. He caught it again.
"That was pathetic." he chuckled. Actually no it wasn't. He walked into my plan.
I smirked. "Perfect." my eyes got darker. I bared my fangs. I brought my leg up and kicked him in the crouch. He let go of my hands. He dropped to his knees and cupped his crouch with his hands.
"Cheap shot." he growled.
"Ya played dirty. Throwing kunai and shuriken. When I'm fighting against someone who plays dirty. I play dirty, too. Dirty trick for a cheap shot." I growled. I jumped up and round house his head. Launching him into the crowd. He was knocked out immediately. "I didn't even break a sweat." I muttered as I walked off the mats. I grabbed my hat. Putting it on.
Masato handed me my watch. I slipped on my flip flops. Not even looking back or giving a second thought I left the gym with Masato.
"Did you have to round house him?" Masato sighed.
"He played dirty. Fighting for alpha means hand to hand. Not metal to hand." I shrugged. He knows that it pisses me off when people do that.
"You didn't have to round house him."
"It was to get the point across." as I opened the door to the alpha hall.
"That was too easy for ya, huh?"
"Too easy. I didn't even break a sweat."
"Arf!"
"What do you think?"
"What he say?"
"If I won."
"Ah. You got any food?"
"Behind the desk. Mini fridge with microwave. This food you don't have to heat up in a basket by the fridge." I crashed back on to the couch. I grabbed the book I'm reading off the coffee table. It's called a Dog Purpose. Pretty good book.
"Hungry any?" he asked sarcasm lacing it.
"Hmm. When you have a stomach that's the size of a mountain. You keep food with you." I told him. "I get that from Dad." I sighed.
"What things about you don't get from your dad?"
"Have you heard bout the new dinosaur they dug up?"
"No."
"It's called shut-up-asaurus rex." I growled.
"I walked into that one didn't I?" he sighed.
"Yep you did."
"I'm kinda dumb at times."
"I've noticed that, cat butt."
"Kibble brain."
"Tuna fish breath." My trump card. He didn't respond after that.
"You win."
"Finally you noticed." I smirked.
"What's with the bacon in here?"
"It's good."
"Meh."
"It is. Good with syrup on it."
"What kind?"
"Maple."
"Arf."
"What he say?"
"He agrees with me, that bacon is good."
"Arf."
"Now what?"
"He doesn't like talkin like this." I sighed. "I think I know what it feels like to be one of translator peoples in one of those foreign countries. Like Mexico or Russia or somethin like that."
"Hmm." he was still searching for food.
"Hey while your back there can ya throw me a new wrap back from back there?" I yelled.
"Why?"
"Eh, I need fix my wrap on my wrist. That kid kinda messed it up." I told him. He threw it back. I reached up and caught it. "Thanks."
"Uh-huh. I'm makin nachos, you want any?"
"Nah." I started unwrapping the wrap. "Damn." muttered to myself looking at my four claw mark scars. I don't think they will ever heal. They went pretty deep went I got them. Sighing, I brushed my thumb over them. I think that was one of the times that dad has really worried about me fighting in the ring fights. They wouldn't stop bleeding. We had to get a medic demon. It took awhile for the bleeding to stop. I had to be put on bed rest. At least they let me stay home.
Sighing I started to wrap my wrist again. Starting to go around my thumb then went down and wrapped my wrist till I was out of the wrap. "Hey throw me my duct tape."
"Sure what drawer?"
"Top right corner." I told him. He opened it and laughed to see it was blue plaid duct tape.
"You like blue, huh?"
"Shud up and throw me the duct tape." I growled. I pressed my wrist against me so it wouldn't come undone. He threw me the tape. I caught one handed and unrolled a bit of it. I grabbed on to it with my teeth and tore it off. I dropped it and took the piece out of my mouth and put it on the wrap end. Pressing down on it to keep it in place.
I raised my arm. I closed my hand to make sure it wasn't tight. Perfect.
"Arf."
"Still thinkin bout it, ya silly mutt?"
"Arf."
"I double dog dare ya, to talk to him." he jerked his head up.
"Arf! Arf! Arf!" he frantically said.
"Haha your scared, boy! Haha this is coming from the dog who seen me fight my bloodiest fights and ya don't get squeamish! You're 'fraid of an eye patch rockin dog!" I bellied laughed. I never had a small laugh. Only a chuckle. Loud belly laughing was my thing.
"Arf! Arf! Arf!" he growled as he jumped to me. He knocked me to the ground.
"Your a wimpo dog! Ahahaha all your girlfriends are goin to laugh their heads off when I tell 'em."
"Arf! Arf!" loosely translate to "Chica! Dont ya dare tell em bout that!"
"Aw man! This is great!" I laughed wiping a tear away. "Your goin on the wimpy probation!"
"Arf! Arf!"
"Hehe, I love ya too, ya daft dog." I chuckled. I thought of a brilliant prank. I wanted Nashoba in it he loves pranking people too. "Arf, arf. Arf." I told him. Loosely translated to "Ya wanna prank a person?"
"Arf?"
"Arf." loosely translated, "Masato."
"Arf." he nodded.
"Ey Masato you can take off your shoes ya know?"
"I can?"
"Ya."
"K." he slipped off his shoes. I barked. Nashoba and Me rushed him and both of us grabbed one of the shoes and started to run.
I shifted to a demon and held Masato's shoe in my mouth. I motioned Nashoba, my other trusted partner in crime, to go right while I go left.
"Aiko Inuzuka!" I heard Masato bellow as we left Alpha Hall. "Dammit, give me back my shoes!" I heard him run after me.
I ran to the gym to hide somehow. The advantages of being a girl is sweet. Hearing the clipping of his claws against the linoleum. I skidded as I turned and kept a good distance between us. I smirked; I know a good spot to hide his shoe. I shifted to a half a demon and kept my pace up. I got close enough to the basket I jumped and grabbed on with one hand. I swung my other hand on and pulled myself up. I crawled on to the top of back board and sat on it.
Seeing him come in, I laughed evilly to myself. Next time cat nip. My bandage was still on and intact. He's going to kill me later but it's worth it. I hope Nashoba is hiding with the shoe somewhere. I'll sniff him out later.
"Give me back my shoe, Aiko." he growled.
"Come and get it, Rekochi." I laughed.
"I hate you."
"I love ya too." I chuckled. "You should know by now that I can be evil if I wanna."
"As acting like your big brother, I demand you to give me back my shoe and get Nashoba." he demanded.
"As acting like your little sister," I mimicked, "I won't give it back or tell where Nashoba is or get him." I smirked. "Besides, have I ever listened to my big 'brother'?"
"Give it back." he seethed.
"I quote, "Come and get it, Rekochi." he growled at me and started to run and jump to the basket. He almost got it but I chucked it to the other side of the gym.
"You'll pay for that." he growled.
"I love ya too, brother." I kissed his forehead.
"You're lucky I consider you my sister."
"Oh? Really?"
"Yeah, I don't even like my sisters and brother that much." he smirked. He pulled himself up to sit next to me.
"Well their Yoshi and Sai's age, so they have the right to be annoying. You're lucky that ya have siblings. I always wanted siblings. And no, I mean ones that walk on two legs normally not four legs."
"Hmm, lucky you."
"I get attacked by two fur balls at least twice a week. I play dead. I'm usually the bad guy or big bad monster or recently a slide."
"Slide?"
"Don't ask." I sighed.
"Better go find your shoes, I guess, cat boy." I chuckled. I jumped off the back board.
"Oh, your on!" he yelled after me.