Chapter ten! Writing this chapter was really, really fun. Sorry it's so late, school is a bitch and...yeah.
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Chapter: 10
Revenge
"Debitto...Debitto...Debi? Debi wake up."
"Ugh, Jas? Is that you?"
"Debitto asks stupid questions, hee-hee."
"Nice to know my brother thinks so highly of me," the dark-haired twin sat up and rubbed his throat, he winced at the contact and brought back his hand to find some blood on his fingers.
"Debi has a cut that's diagonal across his neck," the blonde said, he helped his brother stand up, "Debi was also unconscious when Dero came into the room."
The more aggressive brother thought for a while before the events that had taken place flitted into his mind. He remembered Tyki dragging Kimiaru away, he remembered the Portugese man let go for a second, he remembered the brunette throw a lamp his way before the twenty-six-year-old got the door closed, he remembered letting go of his sitting position so that he could get into a lying one to avoid the object, he remembered doing it too fast - resulting in his head hitting the floor hard, and he remembered a shard of flying glass graze his neck as the lamp broke - before he blacked out.
'That explains my aching head.'
"Debitto!"
"What is it Jas?"
"Ahem...my chicken laid an egg!"
He stared at his golden-haired brother before deciding that he might as well listen, "your chicken laid an egg?"
"Yup. He's in the kitchen, sitting on it right now."
"Jasdero, if it laid an egg, then it's a she."
"No, he's a he."
"Jasdero, just listen for a sec-"
The ravenette was yanked out of the room by his seething twin and thrown into a chair in the kitchen, his head was twisted to the side so that he could see the white cockerel on its unborn chick.
"Does that look like a girl to you?"
"You can never tell-"
"It's a boy, it's a boy, it's a boy and you can't do anything about it!"
"You know what, fine, it's a boy, but the real question should be how it laid an egg." Standing up, he made his way over to the freezer and got an icepack out, he pressed it to the back of his skull and sighed as the cold started to numb the pain.
"That's easy, it pushed really, really hard then-"
"N-no! Stop! I didn't mean that 'how', I mean when did it mate?"
"Debi really does ask stupid questions."
"How so?"
"Chickens don't mate, they take twenty-four hours to produce an egg until it leaves its body."
"And how do you know this exactly?"
"Dero searched it on the Internet, duh."
"If I hear one more word - just one more, I will make sure that when I am done with the both of you, there will be many, many holes in your bodies," walking through the doorway was a sleepy Road who was clutching a very afraid pumpkin-headed umbrella.
"What's got you all pissed off?"
"The fact that you woke me up from sleep."
"Sleep? What time is it?"
"It's a little bit past midnight, you were out for more than half a day," the golden-haired twin replied.
"Exactly, so stop making so much noise because of a stupid hen."
"Stupid? My chicken is not stupid, it's very smart-"
Road started heading out of the kitchen - ignoring what the blonde had to say and paused at the door-frame.
"-and further more!" Jasdero continued, "it is not a hen because it is not a girl and-"
"Jasdero, go to sleep," the female Kamelot sighed.
"Okay," his ranting ended just like that and he bounded out of the room with the eldest child following him, she was dragging a certain object on the ground - face first.
"Lero's face, Lero. Road-tama is hurting Lero's face, Lerooooooo!" but she paid no heed to the suffering item, entered her room and slammed the door.
"This is so cool!"
"It is, isn't it."
"I cannot believe this is your ability and mine is just empathy control, it's not fair! I want to be able to go through walls and stuff."
"Sorry for not being as amazing like me."
"What type of father are you?"
"The type that was forced into fatherhood by his insane brother and demanding niece."
"Psh, that's no excuse."
"To you it isn't, now zip it, he's coming in."
They silently watched as Debitto made his way into the study and grabbed a book from the shelf, he then retraced his steps and climbed on top of the structure that held the four doors. He produced a pencil and paper from the binder that he'd been holding and opened up the book in his hands to a specific page, after a few seconds, he started writing.
"I never pictured him as the book kinda guy."
"He's not, but he has to in order to finish something off. Just like Debitto to wait last minute."
"Last minute? For what?"
"You'll find out soon enough, but right now, it's time for your mission."
All the girl's previous curiosity had been wiped away and replaced with devious intentions, she stretched her arms above her head before getting her head out of the wall with Tyki's help, picking up the two melting ice cream cones that were on a plate, pulling her cape tighter around her body, and walking out of the hallway - into another door that led to the study.
Once the Portuguese man heard the door close, he phased through the wall again and watched the whole scenario unfold before him.
'The dodo (Raphus cucullatus) was a flightless bird endemic to the Indian Ocean island of Mauritius. Related to pigeons and doves, it stood about a meter (3 feet) tall, weighing about 20 kilograms (44 lb), living on fruit, and nesting on the ground.
The dodo has been extinct since the mid-to-late 17th century. It is commonly used as the archetype of an extinct species because its extinction occurred during recorded human history and was directly attributable to human activity-'
"Why do I need to know about this stupid bird anyway?" running a hand through his hair, the frustrated Noah stared at the questions on the paper and sighed.
1.) When was the first dodo discovered?
The dodo was first discovered in 1581
2.) What is the scientific name for a dodo?
The scientific name for the dodo is "Raphus cucullatus"
3.) Describe the attitude of a dodo.
Friendly
4.) What country was the dodo first discovered in?
5.) Explain why the dodo was flightless.
6.) Explain the cultural significance of a dodo.
7.) Write an essay about the extinction of dodos, every paragraph must be five to seven sentences each. There must be a minimum of four paragraphs.
"When will I ever have to freakin' know any of these?"
The sound of the door opposite him being closed was what diverted his attention from the useless assignment. He could just make out the outline of a person next to the fore-mentioned object; the click of a lock being turned spiked his nerves and surprised him, why would someone lock the door?
"Debitto? Is that you?" The cloaked figure emerged in the spotlight of one of the overhead chandeliers - the boy recognized the voice of the girl, but the fact that she was covered in a cape from head to toe wouldn't let him confirm his suspicions.
"Yeah, it's me."
"Good." She jogged over to the pillar he sat on, put the plate next to his pencil, climbed on top and situated herself between his open legs (she was kneeling straight and facing him.)
"You're not here to kill me are you?"
"Nope, I brought you some ice cream because I'm sorry for almost suffocating you to death."
"Is that so?"
"Yep."
"Then what's the cloak for?"
"Nothing really, I'll just take it off." Kimiaru reached up to the hood and pulled it down, then unbuttoned the cape from her neck and let it drop to the floor.
The male's eyes widened when he saw the attire she was wearing: black bra with white lace at the rim, fluffing down to the center from both sides, and black briefs with white lace circling the rim.
'Look at his face!'
'Haha!'
'Let's get on with this shall we?'
'We shall.'
Kim picked up the ice cream cone and waved it in front of his face, "hello? Anyone home?"
"...yeah. What the heck are you wearing?"
"What does it look like I'm wearing? What a stupid question." She twirled her cone in her hand before lifting it up towards her face, but before it could reach it, a drop landed on the white fluff in the middle of her bra.
She put down the melting confection and sighed, "my hands are all sticky, can you get that for me?" When he made no move to do anything except raise an eyebrow at her, she reached for his finger, dipped it into the middle of the undergarment and pulled it along the trail of the supposed-to-be-frozen treat.
"W-what are you doing?"
"That's another pretty stupid question, but thank you anyway for getting it out," with that being said, the brunette put the vanilla coated finger into her mouth and licked the syrupy liquid off the tip.
'He's blushing! He's actually blushing!'
'Tyki had better be getting this on a video camera!'
The seventeen-year-old's face was a deep crimson as he just sat there in shock, his arm was let go by the girl in front of him and dropped back into place. He watched as the younger Noah huffed while he gawked.
"Are you gonna take your ice cream or not? I didn't bring it all the way here for nothing." As she waved her cone around, ranting about how she had been extra careful and quiet while trying to get it out of the freezer, another globule flew onto his nose.
At first she just stared at it, then giggled as it dripped onto his top lip. He raised his hand to wipe it off before she grabbed it,"since you got the vanilla off me, I'll get it off you." The brunette got closer, so much so that her chest touched his and let her tongue stroke the drop off the organ, she leaned back and suppressed the smirk that threatened to overtake her face as she glanced at the bewildered teen in front of her.
"I hope I didn't hurt you when I threw the lamp, the door closed too soon for me to see what happened."
Debitto unconsciously touched the cut on his neck as he remembered the previous encounter he had, had with her. In no time at all, his hand was in the chestnut-haired-girl's grasp and a positively captivating look shone in her two, deceptive golden eyes.
"I didn't mean to give you an ouchie. How about I kiss it and make it all better?" He had no time to protest or move whatsoever, she had acted so fast he hadn't even noticed. The male was now laying down on the rectangular-like structure and was being hovered over by, of course, the female.
Her head dipped and Debi's breathing hitched as he felt her place a small kiss at the start of the injury, Kimiaru trailed the laceration gently with her moist, pink muscle - leaving hot, wet trails in her wake. She lifted herself - still pinning him down by his forearms - and cocked her head to the side when she saw that she hadn't gotten rid of the ice cream that dropped on his lip.
By now, the sticky confection had streamed to where his bottom and top lip met. "I didn't know I missed that one."
'Breathe, breathe, breathe.'
He had no idea what was going on. He had just been doing his assignment for the summer and suddenly, little bipolar Kimiaru had strolled into the room and stunned him by what she did. She was supposed to be an adorable, fun-loving, sixteen-year-old Noah, not an alluring, sexy femme fatale (1) - yet that was who was kneeling in front of him. Her attire was more proof of that, and the fact that she did it in an oh-so-innocent way made it all the more effective
His thoughts were cut off abruptly as her finger brushed against his lips, ever so slightly, the brunette let her evil tongue slip out once more. This time, it ran the outline of his mouth before slowly, enticingly, venturing onto his plump, pink lips that were the border to the inside of his jaw. She pressed and prodded before running over the line of ice cream that was at the brink of slipping in, and even though she almost scraped all of it off, some did manage to enter.
"Whoopsy, I can't have you taking mine," the sing-song voice was an octave lower from her original one, and for some reason, it worked for her.
'J-just focus, on something-anything!'
And Debitto would have just loved to do that. Problem was, there were only a few things to focus on that could distract him from her voice, and those things were what was covered in black and white lace. Not acceptable. He felt two fingers slip into his mouth and pry it open, but what really sent the jolt down his spine was when a warm, wet muscle dipped past his lips and feathered along his own glossa.
At first it was just a shy touch, then a long, leisurely stroke which left tingles lingering on his tongue. It roamed the roof of his cavern and strayed to the inside of his cheek, it sauntered along the male's sensitive appendage once more before retreating. She purred breathlessly and situated herself on top of the ravenette, legs on either side of his hips - thus straddling him.
"Ne, Debi, I don't know why I suddenly remembered this, but Tyki told me that you and Jasdero don't wear underwear, and I just wanted to find out if it was true," her hand slithered to the rim of his pants and tugged at it teasingly, "I remember you wore boxers in Carmona, so I just want to check." The devious palm roamed up his chest, "I was wondering whether you'd show me."
His face was a deep scarlet, and the heat of his forehead was enough to rival a fever.
She knew of the closeness of their bodies, knew that only a thin layer of fabric was keeping them apart, and used that to her advantage. The brunette adjusted herself in her 'chair' - she wriggled around slightly, and hoped that her eyes didn't show the triumph she felt after feeling the form under her go stiff.
"What's wrong De-bi-tto," her sultry voice never wavered for even a second, "you suddenly went all tense, maybe it's my seating position, how about I change that." She shifted more than necessary and reveled in the fact that he had just let out a shaky breath. "You don't seem too well, maybe I should leave you to what you were doing."
Kimiaru's unfinished cone was sitting in one of her hands and the discarded cape was flung over her shoulder, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." Her voice had turned into little more than a whisper and fanned onto his searing face. She took a small, sensual lick of her melting treat, popped the end of the cone into his mouth, stood up and pranced away, (the scars from the shards of bark surprisingly made her look all the more enchanting), but when she was halfway there, she hooked a finger into the side of her panties, lowered it the slightest bit so that he could have a good look at her tattoo on her right hip (2), and gave him the most lascivious gaze he had ever seen - let alone experienced.
The door unlocked, opened, closed, and Kimiaru was gone. That was when the seventeen-year-old decided that he'd need a very, very cold shower. Even after that, he knew there was no way he'd be able to sleep that night without having another dream like the one in Spain.
(1): Femme Fatale = Seductress
(2): The tattoo on her right hip is the kanji symbol for happiness.
Another Witty Ninja: Aww, don't hate on Tyki, he's who introduced this idea to Kimiaru. What a wonderful role model he is xD
Soulless Ghosty: I like Jasdero and think he deserves more credit, it's not really that he's anti-social, it's more like he believes his chicken is a boy and doesn't want to hear otherwise so had strategies to get rid of people. He was smart enough to use them to get out of lectures from the Earl :D You poor, poor child, homework on the first day? The evilness of teachers...
Crimson Light of Death: Well, perverted Debi has learned his lesson hasn't he xD I hope i did surprise you.
SerenadeInTheMoonlight: A new reader, hooray! And your wish has been granted, a new chapter on the very day you reviewed!
I sincerely hoped you liked this chapter because I took a lot of time to write it. Can we try and get five reviews? I know that school is taking a lot of time from everyone but I have school too and I was able to get this chappie out so I'd appreciate it if I got a little more than last time. Review!