A/NSup peeps! Ok...got a short chapter for ya. It's kinda pointless, but it's needed. Trust me.
Chapter 10 "Damn it all"
"That's it! Keep it up!" I order.
Mesa's blade dodged between the coke cans with impresive speed and struck her target, a basic wooden board, with all her strength. The board let out a cracking sound as her blade bounced off and spun to a stop three feet away. Mesa sighed with exhaustion and bend over, hands on her knees, as I walked up to the target and inspected the damage.
"Good job." I congradulated her, fingering where the board hung by a few rebelious trendles. "Almost broke it all the way through."
Mesa smiled tiredly at my praise and collapsed on the ground. I had been training her all morning, every morning, for the past week or so. And even in the bitter cold, she always managed to work up a sweat. I untie the board from its rope from which it had been hanging off a low tree branch and lay it in a nearby wood pile filled with other similarly split boards. Satisfied by her day's efforts, I sit down beside her and hand her a water bottle, which she guzzled up greatfully.
"You did real well." I mentioned as she drained half the bottle and rescrewed the cap.
"I try." she replies. "It's hard though. And honestly, I don't think I'm getting anywhere fast."
Not getting anywhere? She was kidding right?
"Your doing fine." I assured her. 'More than fine, actually.'
It's amazing at just how far she had come in only a couple days time. She was a quick learner, practically a natural, and it showed on the first day. Sure, her first launch was to be expected. Completely miss the dish and stop on impact. Normal first try right? Well, it was her second try that first alerted me to her skill. Not only did she get it into the dish, but she got it in nearly dead center, and her blade spun for well over ten seconds. It may not sound like it, but that is quite a feat. Not even I was that skilled when I started out. Mesa looked at me hopefully and I gave her a reassuring smirk.
"Kai! Mesa! Breakfast!" yells from the back door. "It's your favorite!"
I mentally grinned and stood up, helping Mesa get up herself and started torward the house. After retrieving her blade, Mesa goined me as I stepped through the back door, a wave of delicious smells greeting me. Toast. Hashbrowns. Bacon. EGGS. All were piled up on different plates on the table, a king's breakfast. Soon we were all sitting down to eat and I was aware of Mesa staring at me. Actually, not at me. My plate.
"What?" I ask, paranoid.
"You really gonna eat all that?"
I look down and stare at my meager helpings.
"Yeah...."I reply, confused.
She shakes her head and points beside me. "I ment your eggs."
'Oh...' Just a note, I love eggs. LOVE eggs. If the huge serving of eggs off to my right wasn't testament enough, then you have problems. I got enough to feed three other people.
"Yep." I say, causing Mesa to look at me wierd.
"Whatever you say..."
I had to hold back a chuckle as she dropped the subject and concentrated intently on her own food. , however, laughed at my expence and it took a warning glance from me to silence her. After that was over, Mesa went upstaires to clean up her blade as and I took care of cleaning the table. A perfect time to bring up a topic I would rather ignore.
"It's comming up you know." she said from over the sink, rinsing a glass and placing it on a drying towel.
"What is?"
"Don't act stupid Master Kai. The New Year's Ball. It's tomorrow night, and I bet you haven't even started writing your speech yet, have you?"
I sigh and growl to myself. Of course I hadn't started writing that yet. That would take a type of attention that I didn't have.
"I'm not going." tell her as I finished drying a bowl and put it in its cabinet.
"You know you have to go Master Kai. Every represenitive has too." she pressured.
"I don't care. It's stupid, pointless, and a waste of my time." I retort.
"So you HAVEN'T started it yet! Whether you like to or not, you know that you can't put things off 'till the last minute! And we all have to do things we don't want too."
"I know, I know. You don't need to lecture me..."
To clarify everything up for everyone, the city of Moscow has an annual New Year's Ball that takes place on New Year's Eve every year. The Ball is a time for prime ministers, political tyrants, important persons and whoever else is involved in our city's government to converge in a relatively crowded space, exchange ideas, dance, get drunk, and basically ruin the night for everyone else in a five mile radius of them. Ok, it's not really THAT bad, but it's still bad. And for someone like me, who perfers to keep to himself and has trouble acting like himself infront of his own friends (Mesa doesn't count), it's basically hell. And no matter how much I complain, I have to go. I AM the head of my family now thanks to sweet-ol granpa being in jail. Which means that all his political influence, wealth, and reputations are now suddenlly dumped on me. Thanks gramps....
"If it makes you feel any better," continues. "I will be there to watch you. And I'm pretty sure Mesa would like to watch you too....Which means...WE HAVE TO GO SHOPPING!!!!"
' sudden outburst nearly made me deaf and she hastially put down the dish she was washing and dried off her hands.
"You can finish this can't you Master Kai? Oh, I can't believe I forgot about our dresses! I will need a new one for this year! And Mesa needs one too!" she rambled as Mesa, as if on que, walked into the kitchen.
"Oh Mesa. Put your shoes on, now!" ordered as she grabbed two random coats, one of them being mine.
"Whats going on?" Mesa questioned as she quickly slipped on tennis shoes.
"We have to look for dresses for the Ball tomorrow!"
Before she could even reply, had dragged poor Mesa by the arm to the door and basically slung her out.
"Goodbye Master Kai!" she yelled before she slammed the door and was gone.
I stood there for a moment. Blinked. And brilliantly thought to myself. 'Thank gods that's not me.'
'No kidding.' Dranzer chirped in my head.
'Hey, long time no annoy.'
'I just thought I'd give you a little quality time to yourself. Your head is so chock-full of thougths and stuff, there's barely any room for me anymore!'
'What are you talking about?' I ask.
'What I'm talking about is that you think of nothing but Mesa these days. Mesa this...Mesa that. You just forgot about me didn't you?'
Anger flared up in me. 'I did not forget about you. And I'm NOT thinking about Mesa...'
'Oh yes you are!!' he sings in my head. 'You were just thinking about how good Mesa's going to look at the ball.'
'Shut up!' I yell back, embarassed.
'I was right? Dang! I was only kidding around too!' he gloated, and my moral hit rock bottom. 'Your in love with her!'
'I am NOT!'
'Kai's in love with Mesa! Kai's in love with Mesa!'
'Damn it!' I tried to block him out, but his stupid song still rung through my mind. And the more he sung it, the more embarassed I got. And the more embarassed I was, the more I thought. The more I thought, the more I believed he was right.
"Damn it all." I whispered as I asended the staires and entered my dark room which was slightly lit by what little sunlight squeezed through my blinds. I flopped down on my bed and buried my head with a pillow.
"I can't be in love with her. I just can't"
I repeated that to myself over and over agian, not believing a word of it.
'Do I really care about her that much?'
The simple fact was, I did. More than anything. I would jump infront of a bullet for her. Surely I would go to a stupid New Year's ball for her too? I sat up slowly, looked around my room once, and made a decision. Just as slowly as I sat up, I slid off the bed and picked up a random piece of paper and pen from my desk, sat down, and began to write.
A/NAlrighty! Short chapter. But just wait. The next one will be well worth the wait! Hang tight and look forward to Chapter 11!!! See yall later!!!