A/N- This is the 2nd installment to my 'DEADLY WOMEN' series.
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Asuka Otonashi--- You know, at the beginning I did want to kill Xiao off, but I had begun to like her T-T
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I Couldn't Hurt You If I Tried: A Asuka K Story
Nichole
Ch. 10- Ooo, A Double
Waiting outside Christie and Steve's window, waiting for them to appear in the room, I freeze my bum off. I take little glances that finally pay off a couple minutes later.
I see Steve step through the doorway carrying his gray shirt, followed closely by Christie wearing a yellow towel. He walks over to the small table with an open book of Christie's entitled 'Dolores Claiborne'. Hmmm, only a few more pages left. Too bad Christie won't be finishing.
Placing his gray shirt across the chair, he turns to face Christie. She's taken a seat on her bed diagonal to the window I am currently spying through. They're quiet for a moment, then something I hadn't been expecting comes out.
CHRIS AND STEVE'S POV
"So, Steve, you wanna tell me what's been going on with you and Asuka?" She fixes him with a very serious stare.
Steve leans back with his elbows on the table. "Come on, Chris, we've been over this before. You know nothing is going on with us."
"Just because you say it, doesn't make it true. We've been over that before too." Christie leans forward, hands touching her knees.
"I don't wanna argue."
"Do you love her?"
He doesn't take his eyes off Christie. "No… Although Suky and I, we didn't leave on bad terms. We just didn't love each other anymore to stay together."
Christie nods in understanding. "How do you think she feels?"
"I think she feels the same for me too, just to a stronger degree." He chuckles. "She's meaner than me, have you noticed?"
"Yes." Christie smiles.
Steve walks over to Christie. "So, was I sensing a little jealousy?" His shoulders shake with a silent laugh.
"Hahahaha, no." She stands. "I knew how she felt for you, smartass. I just wanted to know how you felt for her."
"So, we're good? No anger about earlier?" Steve pulls her into a hug, speaking into her hair. Christie nods. "Then can I make a request?"
"I don't see why not." She nods again as Steve steps back.
"How about we play our own little game?" His shoulders shrug. " You know, since we both lost in hide n' seek."
Christie gives a laugh. "What'd you have in mind?"
"You take your towel off and I take my pants off." His tone mischievous. "I'm just saying."
"Yeah, sure." Christie rolls her eyes. "Let's say I agree to this game, what say you about the others catching us?"
"I say we better hurry before we run outta time. What say you to that?" Steve kisses her nose.
"I say that's exactly what I was thinking." And with that she quickly switches places, pushing him to the bed and climbing down on top of him.
O my gawd, that's enough. I gotta act quickly before they wonder 'where is everyone'. I sprint around the back of the cabin. My right foot gets stuck in the mud the melted snow caused. Damn! Now I have to take my shoes off before stepping foot inside lest they know someone else is there.
Holding the sides of the door with both hands, I lean forward slowly so the door doesn't creak. Stepping inside, I take my black coat off, laying it atop the couch. Tip-toeing across the living room and making a quick left to the kitchen. I stand in front of six drawers, but only two hold my interest. The top two on the left and right. The left contains eating utensils, spoons, forks and knives. The right contains cooking utensils, ladle, spatula, core-remover and barbecue fork. After a few moments, I open the left and right cabinets under the drawers. I need something a little less messy. Drawer number one has four pots, four different sizes, two silver and two black. And drawer number two has two black frying pans, one a heavyweight ceramic, the other a heavyweight Teflon. Hmmm… Teflon is sturdy and wont break like ceramic… Teflon it is. I pick it up and feel the weight in my hands. Yeah, definitely sturdier.
I jump, jerking around. Sounds like the bed room door is opening. I turn the corner, going into Jin and Hwoarang's room, pulling the door behind me. I wait 2 minutes for Chris or Steve to walk past but neither one does. I chance a peek out, seeing no one. I sigh rubbing my forehead. Damn! I must be nervous as fuck. I roll my eyes. Before going down the hall, I poke my head out. Seeing it clear, I tip-toe against the right wall heading to Chris and Steve.
I hear them going at it as I approach. Wow, this will be easier than I thought. I casually reach out and turn the handle. It's unlocked. I turn the handle all the way to the right giving it a soft shove. Stepping inside I see a bundle of green blankets moving atop a bed. I hope it's Steve I uncover first. The covers move revealing Steve's shoulder. Christie's hand darts out replacing the covers over them both. Well I got my answer. Normally I'd be happy about being right, but at the moment I have more pressing matters at hand. I reach down, grab a handful and pull the covers away as I walk. I hear a loud gasp and a 'o my gawd!' coming from Christie and Steve each respectively. I turn to their faces; looking from one to the other.
I turn to Steve. "Steve, you just sounded like a little bit…"
"What's that in your hand?" Steve asks never taking his eyes from the frying pan.
"What the hell does it look like?" I lift it higher for him to get a better look.
"It's a frying pan." Christie leans her head closer to Steve.
I sigh. "That's correct Chris, but Steve won't ever learn if you give him the answers."
"What are you gonna do with the frying pan?" He's completely focused on the pan. I move it in front of my face and his eyes follow.
"I'm gonna make some pancakes." I give the pan a little shake. "You want some?"
Steve continues to stare at the pan as if he hasn't heard me. Chris shakes her head looking up at me. "You're not making pancakes."
I shake my head no. "No, I'm not. I can't get anything past you." I shake the pan at her.
"Can we cover ourselves? Please." Christie asks slightly above a whisper.
"Yeah, sure." Then under my breath. "Not that it's gonna matter."
"Huh?" Steve asks.
"Nothing." I reach into the dark brown wood dresser to the left of the door, tossing Chris a pair of black shorts and a thick black t-shirt from the top drawer, and Steve blue shorts and a white wifebeater from the second.
When I see their unsure looks about dressing now, I gesture for them to hurry. I turn my head, but not completely. I turn back and see it's only taken them a minute to dress. "Now…"
I hear a voice behind me interrupt and start speaking. "You know, Hwoarang sees like a hawk. He saw me running at least 6 yards away and started calling my name 'Jin, Jin is that you?' I mean, he almost sounded like Xiao. The only way I got him to stop pursuing it was to not answer, make him think it's the cold getting to him. Hahaha." He glances downward at my pan. "Hey, that's where the Teflon went. You left me with the ceramic, so I decided not to take it. You know I like to use my hands… Now, where do you want me to put the camcorder?"
I see the confused looks on Chris and Steve's faces. I'll answer some of the questions they have.
I ignore him, rolling my eyes not facing him. "Jin?"
"Yes, Su?" He mocks my voice.
"You are not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be outside taking care of Rang." I move a little to the left so that I can see him along with keeping an eye on those two. "Now tell me, why haven't you done that?"
"Well I was, but I figured you'd need help in here since there's 2 people to your 1. If I'm not mistaken, we're supposed to look-out for each other." Jin crosses his arms. He must've taken his coat off somewhere before entering the room. The fake blood still in his black hair and splatters are on his white shirt.
I nod in understanding. "Okay, fine. Thanks for helping me."
"What are sibs for." Jin smiles. "Now, where do you want the camcorder? I ask again."
"Just give it to me." I reach for the camcorder with my other hand.
"In a hurry aren't we?" Jin looks at me.
I don't answer as I set the pan on the table. Holding the camcorder in both hands, I take the lens cap off and press the 'on' button. Hitting the record button I put it up to my eye. "Smile, you're on camera. Hahaha."
Jin chuckles then he turns to Steve and Christie. "Now this will all be over before you know it."
He heads over to them. "I want Steve, you can take Chris." I say as I set the camcorder on the table aiming it towards the bed. I pick up the pan and follow Jin.
"I know." Jin goes to grab Chris but Steve jumps up in the way. I swing with all my weight landing the pan on the left side of Steve's head before Jin gets a chance to hit him himself.
"O my gawd!" Chris screams. Jin grabs her around the neck, cutting her scream short. He turns her head quickly, and with a loud snap her neck breaks.
Jin steps back. "Man that was way too easy."
I look at Steve, his body on the floor, face down, a puddle around his head. Fresh blood pooling, making the puddle bigger. "Well it was way easy for me too." Glancing at Chris, I see her on her back, eyes open. "Damn Jin, you could've closed her eyes."
I step past him and close them. "I kinda knew you would do it." Jin winks. "O, one more thing. You know, you hit me kinda hard earlier." He rubs his head in remembrance.
"I had to bust the blood pack on your head." I mouth the word 'duh'. I shake my head. What a mess we have to clean up.
----------------Oooo, Jin wasn't dead O-O What's next? You'll see. Chapter 11- 'O My Gawd!' coming Feb 27th Muah haha ---------------