Chapter 8:
Charlie:
She was dead. No, we were both so dead. Salt and burn our bones kids 'cause that's all that was gonna be left after we try to tell Dean that not only did Ophelia blab, but I was about to blab too. And blabbing wasn't my style. I hated the hole spill-my-guts thing. Honestly, Oval texted me explaining the idea of a sleepover tomorrow at the school and I'll be damned if I let Oval do it alone. Ritsu would want to join. With our shitty luck the ghost would attack and Oval would feel compelled to explain ourselves (as opposed to me since I would just bail the hell out of there). So Ritsu would have found out then, I was just speeding up the process.
"Yo, Ritsu, mind walkin' me back to my place," I asked bluntly.
He looked surprised, but nodded slowly. I clicked my tongue and grabbed his wrist, dragging him with me down the street- the sun was just starting to set. I pushed him down on a bench.
"What the hell?!"
"Listen, we need to talk," I said crossing my arms, standing over him, "I'm tired of bullshit because that's all I have been saying- bullshit."
He narrowed his eyes and I ran a hand through my hair.
"Ah hell, I didn't mean to say it so... Damn it, this is why Oval does the explaining."
I sat down on the bench beside him and lit a cigarette. Like all the other times, he declined the offer for one.
"Look," I said, blowing out some smoke, "I ain't who I said I was, not exactly anyway. I ain't normal."
Ritsu huffed,
"You pushed me out of the school to a bench to tell me that?"
"Your smart-ass comment is noted but not appreciated," I said dryly, "Look, I don't know what you know, but the world is a shitty place- you're in the mafia, you know this. You know people are shitty."
Ritsu nodded, looking at me curiously.
"And?"
"... The world is worse off then you thought. Long story short, monsters are real- vampires, werewolves, wendigoes, sirens, demons, and spirits...Named it, I fought it and killed it."
Ritsu made a move to stand up, probably tired of what he thought to be a bullshit story. I pulled him back down.
"Damn it... Look at me, Ritsu."
He stared at me. I took off my jacket and glanced around- we were alone. I took off my shirt, ignoring how red his face turned. I pointed to the scar on my stomach,
"That was a wendigo hunt. The fucker caused me to hit a tree."
I pointed to another,
"Demon- it stabbed me with a knife."
Another scar- this time it was on my chest, going up to my neck.
"Funny story- this one is from a spirit. It tried to rip out of my heart and missed. It didn't get that deep."
Another scar.
"Another demon- this time it was a bullet."
Another.
"Werewolf," I explained, "Didn't bite me or shit, but it did cause me to get hit by a truck in the middle of the night."
I pointed to another,
"And this one-"
"-Enough," Ritsu said firmly as he grabbed my wrist, slowly lowering my hand.
His eyes glanced over all my scars and I didn't give on shit that I was just in a bra and pants. After taking in each scar, he looked me in the eyes with a light blush.
"I...I'm sorry," Ritsu said, "But how..."
"I thought I explained the scars? Or do you mean how are they real? Hell if I know cause trust me, if I knew I'd be spending this time trying to get rid of them... Actually I am trying to get rid o them."
"You are?"
"I'm a hunter," I puffed out my chest, "I've grown up with this shit. Dad was a hunter so was my grandpa. Dad died when I was fourteen 'cause of a werewolf. It was then I met Dean and Sam, who practically adopted me- took me in. Soon after, I met Oval."
"So monsters are real," Ritsu whispered and he looked me in the eyes firmly, "...I'm not crazy then..."
"Mafia-son say what now?"
"When I was a kid, Pa said I was a crazy," Ritsu explained with a small smile, "Said I was seeing things. I kept saying that I swore I saw a ghost in the window- staring at me. A day later, one of the guys died. It wasn't out in he field either. Just dropped dead- found him in the fall."
"Might have been a death omen," I mused, "But thanks for not thinkin' I'm nuts."
I smiled thankfully. Then I spotted the Impala driving past. I looked back at Ritsu. He was close to me. I needed cover from Dean. Without a single thought, I put my hands on his shoulders and grabbed his shirt tightly. I pulled him close to me and kissed him- roughly, but there wasn't any passion, no feelings behind it. At least from my end. I maneuvered myself so that he was on top of me on the bench. I broke apart briefly for air and continued kissing him. I wrapped my legs around him and opened my eyes. Ritsu's eyes were closed in pure bliss, making me feel a bit guilty, but I had done worse to escape the wrath of Dean. Ritsu's pelvis was paced tightly against me and I bit my lip as we parted for air yet again. Ritsu started to grind slightly, kissing my neck. I buried my face into the crape of his neck, using his hair as cover as the Impala drove past us. I briefly heard whistles coming from the car- Dean.
As soon as we were in the clear, I broke us apart slowly. Ritsu looked at me almost heartbroken.
"...Did I do something wrong," he asked awkwardly.
I winked,
"Kasanoda, you're a real casanova. Sorry to use you like that though."
The color drained from his face as his fists clenched.
"...Use me?"
I sighed heavily.
"Dean, my adoptive older father," I explained, still lying a bit, "just drove past. If he saw my face then he would've lost his shit and killed you, then me..."
Seeing the look on Ritsu's face, I wasn't aware what I was doing until I felt my lips on his. There was a spark of something- not sure what the hell up, but there was a little something there. Maybe in time it could be something more. This kiss was softer, sweeter, slower. I parted from him for air,
"I'm sorry I did that, Ritsu."
I was surprised at the honesty in my voice.
"Char actually apologizing to someone, never thought I'd see the day."
I turned to see Oval standing there, a finger tipping her cowboy hat towards her eyes slightly. She smirked.
"Not sure what the heck happened here, but I can take a guess since you're shirtless...I thought you learned your lesson about doing it in public spots, Char."
"Shut up, Oval," I growled as I looked around for my shirt.
"Shit," I cursed, as I grabbed my jacket.
I was thankful that my shirt was a crop top so it wouldn't be suspicious to walk back home with my stomach showing from the cropped jacket. I zipped it up for once.
"Yeah cause Dad's not going to find that suspicious."
"Shut up," I growled, my face turning red, but it wasn't nearly as red as Ritsu's.
Oval all but dragged me away. Turning to Ritsu, Oval said,
"Sorry to drag her away from you, lover boy, but we got shit to do."
I was still growling, but she was right. We had to ask Dean about the sleepover at the school. Damn.
Ophelia:
"Dean, we're back," I called as I opened he door to our cheap-ass motel, "And I got some bad news."
Dean, who was sitting on the bed, looked up form the papers.
"What kinda bad news?" He asked, his brow furrowing.
"I'm being forced to spend the night at the school with the hosts."
"And if you don't?"
"My debt'll be raised. Thankfully, Char has offered to help. But, there's a bright side to this."
At his quizzical look I sighed. Sam was the smarter brother after all.
"Bigger chance of the ghost poppin' up," I said.
He nodded stole a cookie from the bag that was next to him. Without saying anything, I pulled my hand gun out of the back of my jeans and pointed it at his head.
"Hand 'em over."
A cookie half n his mouth, he lifted his hands over his head and gave me the bag that was full of crumbs. My face contorted in anger, and I briefly considered to really shoot him. Instead I sighed and gathered my will power. He was gonna pay eventually.
"Well it's about time," Charlie said as the door opened.
We all turned our heads as Sam walked through the door. He nodded towards Charlie, and gave Dean and I a blank stare. That's when I realized I still had the gun at his head.
"He ate all my cookies again," I stated.
He quickly shut the door behind him and pulled out two bags of Chips Ahoy! My mouth started watering as I put my gun back in its spot and swiped the cookies.
"Are you a mind reader?" I asked, slightly glancing up at him.
He chuckled and shook his head.
"I owed you from last time, remember? I keep forgetting how well you play poker."
"It's a natural talent. I am so taking these with me."
"Taking them where?"
"Sleep over at the school tonight, speaking of which, what time is it?"
I saw Char glance at her watch before groaning.
"It's almost seven." I nodded, and started packing my black duffel bag with the usual-gasoline, salt, guns, knives, et cetera.
"I think we should meet this host club first," Dean said, stuffing some chips in his mouth.
Char and I shook our heads.
"That won't be necessary," I said quickly. The brothers raised their eyebrows, and Sammy crossed his arms over his chest.
"We're meeting them."
"Not if you have a couple of bullets in your brains," Charlie said.
I gave her a pointed look.
"Why is it always violence with you?"
"Says the chick who threatened to kill Dean over a bag of cookies."
"Touche."
"Hi, still here, and still going," Dean said with a mock smile.
I groaned, wondering what it would be like. Especially since Takashi probably already figured out he wasn't my real dad, considering I told him my real dad was dead. I twirled my finger in the air.
"Whoop-freakin' do."
When we got there Sam and Dean tried finding their own way a couple of times, getting lost in the process. I think they forgot that Charlie and I have been the ones coming here eery day for the past two weeks.
Idiots.
"And the entrance to the club room is right here," I said as I opened one of the double doors.
Everyone instantly stared at me as I led Charlie and the boys inside. Unfortunately, all of them were there already, making me fashionably late as usual. Kyoya and Haruhi were the only ones not wearing pajamas, while the twins were wearing green and orange striped pajamas, Tamaki with his silky blue, Mori in his even darker blue, and Hunny in his bright pink. I internally groaned as Kyoya gave me a death stare as he pushed up his glasses. It wasn't intimidating, just annoying.
"You're late," he said.
"Not my fault," I countered.
Dean and Sam gave them all once-overs.
"Who is this Ophelia-chan," Hunny chirped happily.
"This is my... father Dean and my uncle Sam," I introduced.
"Dean, Sam, this is Tamaki, Takashi, Hunny, Haruhi, Hikaru, and Kaoru. The scary as hell one is Kyoya," Charlie continued.
Our 'brothers' didn't even say hello. By the looks of things, it wasn't going pretty well. And it got even worse when Ritsu walked through the door, blushing a tiny bit as he saw Charlie.
"Uh...Hi? Charlie invited me."
Oval watched the scene before her. Charlie's face brightened, but then it darkened as she noticed Dean's thoughtful look. He was examining Ritsu with narrowed eyes, making the Mafia son slightly uncomfortable. Who is this, Ritsu wondered.
'Dad,' Charlie mouthed to Ritsu behind Dean's back.
Ritsu paled.
"You...," Dean muttered, "I have seen you before..."
Shit shit shit shit, Charlie thought as she made a horrified face. Sam looked over at her curiously and she was just staring at Dean and Ritsu. She turned to Ophelia,
"Oval, salt and burn my bones."
"What?"
"I'm a dead girl walking," Charlie groaned.
Sam looked over with a quirked eyebrow, wondering just what Charlie did this time. The hosts watched curious, but the twins were laughing to themselves. Haruhi just sighed as she didn't think it was anything too serious.
"Yeah," Dean mused, "You were making out with the chick at the park... the one who had no shirt on...With the leather jacket near...by..."
Going so fast he almost got whiplash, his head spun to Charlie as realization dawned on him. His eyes were pure with fury.
"Oh shit," Charlie swore as she made a desperate dash for it.
Sam was quick to follow her out into the hall, grabbing her and tossing her over his shoulder. Dean stood there shaking in fury. Ophelia did nothing to hide her laughter.
"PUT ME DOWN YOU DAMN MOOSE," Charlie growled as Sam entered the room with her.
He set her back down,
"There."
She turned around to come face to face with a furious Dean.
"Shit. Pick me up, pick me up! I take it back!"
Sam shook his head. Ophelia was clutching her sides as Takashi watched Oval amused. Hunny looked curious as to what happened, as did the rest of them.
"What's Ophelia and Charlie-chan's father mad about," Hunny asked.
"Perhaps it has to do with the fact that just earlier, the two of them were making out on a bench. Charlie was topless with only her bra and the two were dangerously close to getting too intimate for a public place," Kyoya informed as he pushed up his glasses.
"That is seriously creepy," Charlie chimed in as she hid behind Ritsu- who was just as freaked out.
"Next time don't have sex in public," Kyoya said without missing a beat.
Charlie was barely phased by the comment, everyone else didn't have that luxury as their faces turned red- though Ophelia's face was red from laughter. Ritsu's face was redder than his hair. Charlie gulped as Dean looked ready to kill Ritsu and Charlie.
"Don't do anything drastic," Sam said amused.
Charlie took a deep breath. The hell I'm hiding for- worst he'll do is take me back to the place and ground my ass. Maybe a training session... She glanced to Ritsu. Yet a part of her didn't want to leave Ritsu. He had his arm around her protectively.
"We meant no disrespect," Ritsu said formally, "And I can't offer enough apologies."
"To hell with apologies, get your mitts off Char," Dean growled.
Growing desperate, Charlie looked at Dean,
"Now, Daddy, remember... I love you."
Ophelia, who was just getting over her fit of laughter, doubled over yet again. Sam was close to joining her. Dean stared at Charlie blankly.
"...Pffttt...haha...AHAHA!"
He joined in on the laughter. Red, Charlie clenched her fist,
"Hell you're laughin' for!?"
"You," Dean took a deep breath and stood straight up again.
He put a hand on Ritsu and Charlie's shoulders.
"You crack me up, Char...As for you, hotshot..."
His grip tightened on Ritsu's shoulder.
"Try anything with her again and I will make you regret it. Make her cry and I will kill you," Dean whispered to Ritsu, "Because trust me, I sure as hell can- status with the Mafia be damned."
With that, Dean let go, barely tossing a 'good luck' over his shoulder as a farewell as he left. Sam followed suit. He looked to everyone and bowed formally.
"Thank you for taking care of the girls for the night," he said, "They can be a hand-full, but trust me, they can protect themselves too... Just...good luck... Char, Ophelia."
He gave a nod as a farewell before leaving- they could still hear Dean's cussing.
"Well how's that for a first impression," Charlie chuckled as she looked to Ritsu.
Ritsu was still pale as a sheet.
"Well," Ophelia said, clapping her hands together, "Let's get started."
"Ha, sucks for you, " Charlie said as Ritsu took off his pants.
They were playing strip poker, and so far Charlie and Ophelia were winning. Ophelia lost her cami and over shirt, so she was just in pants, a bra, her boots, and her hat. Charlie had just lost her shirt.
"Can't we play something a little less revealing?" Tamaki whined.
The girls shrugged.
"We don't care. We just wanted to pass the time because this is gettin' borin'," Ophelia said as she took off her hat to put her clothes back on.
Charlie did the same, and the hosts were thankful. They didn't want to keep staring at their humongous scars. They were also to scared to ask. Well, except for the almost-completely-naked twins that is.
"How'd you get those scars?" One of them asked.
"We go on a lot of huntin' trips," Ophelia answered.
"What do you hunt?" The other one asked.
"Animals, ya know?"
The shrugged and tried stealing one of Ophelia's cookies, but thankfully Charlie was there to save them before they lost their hands.
"If you do that you'll be a walking dead person," she said.
Ophelia popped a cookie in her mouth.
"Don't touch my cookies," she said. "I will turn more violent than a pit bull."
The twins paled, even though that was one of her lightest threats. She smirked and ate another one. What they didn't know wouldn't kill then.
Right?
"So what's next?" The twins asked in unison.
Everyone but Charlie shrugged.
"How about," she said, clapping a hand on Ophelia's shoulder, "Oval here sings us a song."
Before Ophelia could answer to that statement, there was movement by the door. Ophelia and Charlie were instantly alert.
"You saw him?" Oval asked.
Charlie nodded, and the two girls simultaneously reached for the duffel. Charlie pulled out one of the guns that she swiped from Dean while Ophelia pulled out her knives, salt laced brass knuckles, and an identical gun, making sure her spare hand gun was in its usual place.
"Ritsu and I will check the halls, you stay here," Charlie said as she dragged Ritsu to his feet and gave him a gun.
Ophelia nodded, ignoring the confused outbursts from the hosts as Kyoya pulled out his cell phone. Charlie snatched it away and threw it on the ground.
"Just bear with us," she said.
"What's going n?" Hunny asked, clinging to Takashi, "I'm scared."
"Simple, really," Ophelia said, cocking her gun, "We have a ghost problem."
