Hello everybody! Oltierra here again! Sorry for the wait for this chapter, but it is finally here! I hope you enjoy the fic!
Nate P.O.V
6. Tyson's Nightmare
"Did someone say baked- wha… Kai! What are you wearing?"
Tyson interrupted the quiet spectacularly, with a face that did not know whether to laugh or cry, or quite possibly both. From where I was sitting in the Spy Room on the other side of the manor, my sides were splitting in agony. I would have rolled around on the floor in a fit of giggles, but then I wouldn't have been able to see the screen and boy were my eyes stuck to that screen! The sight in the lobby was beyond mind-blowing, and may well become the best memory of my life!
At first no one moved: some from shock, others from horror. These feelings doubled almost instantly, as Kai was the first to react. Casually he floated forward, towards Tyson with a gentle sway of the hips, and an elegant strut. His hair fell into his eyes and he flicked it to the side, in a shampoo advert spectacular. Those deep crimson eyes, enhanced even further by the blood red dress, never left Tyson's face. When he spoke his voice dripped like honey, and Tyson went ghostly pale.
"Well hello there Mr Granger…" Tyson's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. Tala and Charlotte were completely still, trying desperately to hold the laughter in, in case they missed anything. Kai was… well Kai wasn't Kai anymore.
"Now, now Mr Granger, it is not polite to stare, especially at a woman. She might get self-conscious." He fluttered his eyelashes seductively and winked at Tyson. He began to say something again, but a dam had broken in Tyson's now damaged mind.
Tyson barrelled out of the hall as if he was being chased by a pack of hungry wolves, who had not eaten since the Blitzkrieg Boys' last victim. From where I was sitting, I could see him dart through a dozen corridors, before finally coming to a halt at the end of a fashionably decorated, magnolia corridor. I could just make out a painting of a vase and flowers above his left shoulder. With a start, I realised that this was the corridor with our secret base on!
"CRAP!" My rising panic was quickly subdued by the memory of our lovely locked door, which lay between Tyson and the complete destruction of Charlotte and my plans. There was no way he would find me in here, so long as I stayed quiet, and kept an eye on that particular screen. Everything would be safe.
I focussed upon the hall again, in time to hear Kai mutter, "How rude!" through my headphones. Suddenly he was back to normal, and slouched back into his usual pose, those dark, mischievous eyes shut.
"Someone get me a drink." He ordered in that cold, emotionless voice. But Tala and Charlotte could not hear him over their own hysterics. They were collapsed on the floor, writhing in the agony of laughter. Tears flooded from their eyes, and their cheeks were bright red as they struggled for air. Charlotte was gasping out Kai's name, but had lost the ability to form sentences, and therefore just repeated his name, in between fits of hiccups.
"Kai, K…K…K…Kai…Wins… Kai wins! S... S… Sorry… T… Tal…" I barely made sense of what she was saying, but I guessed it was a reference to the competition of best cross-dresser between Tala and Kai. Tala did not look disappointed at all; in fact the tears in his eyes suggested that he actually agreed. Both of them were still rolling around on the tiled floor, and did not take notice of Kai walking out, looking pleased with himself, in other words, expressionless.
After a while Charlotte recovered herself, and left Tala on the floor. She went out of the front door again, waving at the car that was pulling up. I guessed that the All Starz were in that one. It might have something to do with the blaring gangster rap that was spilling out of the vehicle. The poor microphone that was placed on the front door was being blasted to musical oblivion. Soon she was out of sight.
Someone rattled the door handle, and my heart skipped a beat and jumped into my throat. It could not be Charlotte: she would still be a couple of minutes away. A movement caught my eye on one of the screens. The image of Tyson desperately absorbed in trying to open the door, behind which I was hiding in a black cat-suit. Surprisingly enough, I was not so much worried about my appearance, as the ruining of our carefully laid plans! I found myself swearing at Tyson's curiosity, and stomach. Maybe we should not have stashed so much food in here… Tyson can smell an unopened packet of biscuits from a mile away.
Inside the Spy Den, I was frozen to the spot, trying not to breathe, and pale with panic. Tyson did not seem any closer to giving up, and Charlotte was just around the corner. Everything was falling apart! From where I was sitting, the only plausible option was to tie up and gag Tyson, before leaving him in a random room for the remainder of the night. Is that too extreme? Who am I kidding? It's Tyson for…
The rattling stopped. Charlotte had come round the corner. Someone was speaking. I swore again.
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