Francesca's stay
Author:bluefire
Disclaimer: Star Wars belongs to GL, Xanatos belongs to Jude Watson.
Silverwolfprincess owns Rehteah Lumarin,
and everything else belongs to me.
Sumarry: Francesca Girdeux decides to stay with Kit in the Otherside.
Feedack: Yes! But, this is my first one, so be nice.
Kit heard a ring on her cell phone as she, her twin brothers, James, Cleo and Clarise
were discussing what the snack for the next field trip, horseback riding
in the Earth realm, should be. Kit got up, walked to the stairwell and spoke
in French into the phone. "What was that all about?" Ping asked. "Francesca's
at the train station and needs a ride. I'll be right back. Oh and my vote
is on bubble tea. It's great and a good excuse to throw spitwads at people."
Before Kit took her denim jacket and her keys.
Kit drove and parked by
a sign in a text that she could barely read, but caught the gist. The sign
was by a large building of white marble. Kit saw the stained glass windows
and laughed. The train station had electircal lights, she thought. So why
do they need stained glass? Oh well. It's beautiful, even if it is pointless.
There was a golden dome roof with a stained glass covered copper ball on
top.
Kit walked through the revolving door and looked around. There can't possibly
be that many naturally brown-haired people, Kit thought. Of course, there
aren't that many black-haired people here either. Just me, my brothers and DeAsscrack.
It didn't take too long
to find Francesca.
"Francesca!" Kit said to a pale young woman who had
beautiful, wavy brown hair and was wearing a
blue denim cargo skirt, a purple top and sandals. Her toenails were painted
denim blue. She turned around. She had gray eyes and was very pretty. "Keet!
How are you?" "I'm fine. Come on. Let's hurry. I don't want to get my car
towed. I'm not allowed to park there." Kit picked up a bag and walked out
to her Caddilac. Kit opened the trunk and put the bag in. Francesca put
her bags in the trunk and closed it. She then followed Kit to the front
of the car as Kit unlocked it. "Keet, you have to tell me everyzing zat
has happened while I was gone. Ees ze blue-eyed jack-ass steel zere?"
"Unfortunately.
Oh, and, there's a new girl." "Weel she help us?" "Of course. She hates
him too."
"Exceelent." "Oh, and Xanatos DeAsslick has a new car." "What
ees eet?" "I think it's a Pontiac Firebird. I want to hotwire the damn thing.
He used to have a Porsche, but I took a leaf out of your book and stuck
a rag in the gas tank. Then it was one light with my lighter. I think that
the flames like expensive, foreign cars." "I zink you are right."
When
the girls got back, Kit introduced everyone to Francesca. "So, you just
couldn't stay away, huh Francesca?" Xanatos asked smugly. "Oh don't flatter
yourself." Was the curt reply. "Okay, Francesca. You can either have the
common room or bunk with me." Kit said. "Or," Xani piped up. "You can bunk
with me." "As you Americans would say," Francesca replied. "Bite me. I'm
bunking wis Keet."
When the girls were in Kit's room Blondie was on
the bed. "Blondie. Off." The dog got off of the bed and dragged a suitcase
in. "Thank you, Blondie." Francesca found a bed and unpacked her suitcase.
She held up a 9mm and put it on the cargo loop of her denim skirt.
While Francesca was unpacking, Kit asked. "What happened? I thought you
went straight." "I deed. However, zere was a lot of money to be made in
zat heist. So, who am I to refuse?" "How long will you be here?" "I don't
really know. When ze heat dies down, I guess." "Okay." "Oh. Do you zink
zat ze Blue-eyed Jack-ass has learned anysing?" Kit shook her head. "Doubt
it. He's as thick as McMoron and
twice as aggravating."
"Zat ees not a comforting zhought. Zis time, I brought my gun. For self-defense
purpo-ses, of cewrse. Do you have one?" Kit shrugged and said "If you call
a tazer a gun. I didn't think you could own a gun." "Francesca Girdeux can't,
but Minerva Jones can." "Oh, I get it. An alias." "Not just an alias. I'm
not stupeed. I made myself look differwent." "Smart."
Kit looked at her
watch. "Francesca, it's time for lunch." "Ees ze food here good?" "It's
pretty good for a school's food."
The girls walked to the cafeteria, Kit
explained to the others. "Francesca Girdeux is one of the wealthiest car
thieves in the world, though she can steal something else if she wants.
She's also a mechanic." "A Jill of
all trades." James nodded. "She also knows a lot about cars and
taught me how to drive." "That's why you're so reckless." Xanatos remarked.
"Hey, I wasn't the one who tried my hand at carjacking, remember?" Kit replied.
"Zis assworm tried to carjack you, Keet?" "Yeah. It's a funny story, really."
Kit then started to speak in French. Francesca laughed every once in a while.
"Delacour,
what is she saying?" James rolled his eyes and said "Kit's telling
Francesca the story of your carjacking, and I use this term loosely, attempt."
Francesca then said something in French. Kit laughed and said "Francesca
asked if you've tried to jack any cars lately." Kit walked to a table to
get a roll. Xanotos followed. "How long will she be here?" "Until the heat
dies down." "When will that be?" Kit shrugged. She saw New England clam
chowder in her bowl and groaned.
She also saw him take his place by Francesca,
a devious grin on his face. Kit said something in French, but it was too
late. "What's this, Francesca?" "You're eating it. You should know. And
kudos on learning my name."
"It's chowder. Say chowder." "No." "Say it."
Francesca sighed and ignored him until she finally said to Kit "Keet, you
were right. Zis showdair eesn't half-bad." Xanotos laughed. "It's chowder."
Francesca stood up and picked up the bowl. She dumped it on his head and
said "I've got your showdair right here!" There was a state of shocked silence
as Francesca put the bowl on Xani's head. The whole Great Hall burst out
laughing as Xanotos stormed out cursing. "And zat's French beech to you!"
Francesca yelled after him. "Serves you right, you stupid, motherfucking
bastard!" Rehteah yelled after him.
"Keet, I am een ze mood for a leetle
target practice. Where ees hees Pontiac Firebird?" "I'll show you."
Kit picked up her tazer and walked out to the black Pontiac Firebird. Francesca
loaded her gun ald let Kit take out the headlights. "Very good. Now stand
back." Kit nodded and moved. Francesca aimed her 9mm and shot the windshield.
"Now, let's move to ze back of ze car." Francesca shot out the back and
front windows on the way to the back. Kit smashed the mirrors in with the
butt of her tazer, while Francesca shot the tires flat. Kit broke out the
taillights and the girls stepped back to admire their work, before Kit dropped
a white rose in the back seat. "I helped you because Xani-butt punched out
the taillights of my own car. And to teach him not to make fun of your accent."
"Zis seems too much." "Excess rules when it comes to revenge." The girls
walked away from the now trashed Pontiac Firebird laughing their heads off.
"KIT ANICATO! FRANCESCA GIRDEUX! YOU LITTLE BITCHES! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU
BOTH!" Xanatos yelled when he saw what the girls had done.
Kit and Francesca were inside playing a video game on a dance pad. Kit heard
him yell over the uptempo music and told her friend in French. Francesca
nodded and responded in French. The two young women continued to play the
game.
After a few hours, Francesca got tired and saw that her friend
still had the energy to keep going. "You have a lot of energy, but I see
zat you are sweatinag, Keet. I'll go get you somesing to drink." "I'm okay.
Really." "Non. I weel have none of zat. I weel be right back." Francesca
left to get something for Kit.
Xanatos came in a few minutes later. "Kit.
I was looking all over for you." He said in a very confrontational manner.
"I'm flattered." Kit replied sarcastically. "What do you want, besides to
watch me shake it?" Xani rolled his eyes and said "I saw what you and your
psychotic friend did to my car." "How do you know it was us?" "I saw a few
bullet holes and I saw that your friend has a gun. I saw my taillights get
knocked out by little hook marks." "That could have been anyone." "With
electircal burns." "So? How do you know you didn't hit a sparking pipe?"
"Don't bullshit me. I know that you have issues-" "I was born in Orange
County, California." "But what about Francesca?"
"Oh," Kit said as she
pushed two buttons at once with her feet. "Did I forget to tell you? French
people, I've heard, tend to have short tempers. I guess that's why Francesca
poured New England-style clam chowder on your head." Xani looked like he
was chewing on his tongue, before he turned off Kit's game. "Hey! I was
almost at the record."
"Aaw. Cry me a damn river." Xani sneered in
reply, before walking out. Kit plugged in the game and started over.
When
she was at the tenth song, she heard a snap, followed by a yell of pain.
At the thirteenth song, Kit saw Francesca come in with the bottle of water,
looking very angry. "What's wrong?" Kit asked. "I met zis stupeed blonde
guy. He wanted to go down to ze lake so we could 'get to know each ozer
bettair.' I broke hees arm." "So that was what the yell was all about."
Shane ran in after Francesca and said "That bitch is psycho!" "Really?"
Kit asked, still moving.
Shane nodded and said "Look what she did to my
arm!" "I see you met Francesca, Shane. And as you learned," Kit said as
she pushed two buttons at once.
"Francesca is not somebody to mess with.
And now you have the injury to remind you. Oh, and did I mention that Francesca
is a friend of mine?" Shane stared at Kit with shock and said "Really? You're
friends with her?" "Yep."
At the end of that song, Kit took the water bottle
that Francesca had with her and took a swig. "Thank you, Francesca." So,
Kit." Shane said. "You're looking awfully sweaty. What say you go get yourself
cleaned up?"
Kit gave him her 'tiger eyes' glare and picked up a towel.
As she wiped her face, Shane sat by her and whispered in her ear "Can you
tell me anything, ah, interesting, about her?" "Well," Kit replied. "She's
a car thief, a part-time anarchist, she can kill somebody with her bare
hands if she has to-" "No, not like that!" Shane rolled his eyes and said
"I should have been a little more specific. Tell me what she likes. Any
kinky fetishes at all." "I wouldn't know anything about that and even if
I did, I wouldn't tell you." Kit wiped her arms as she spoke, before she
saw Shane staring, rolled her eyes and scratched him in the face, drawing
blood to snap him out of it.
"You can't hide what's inside." Shane
told her. "I'm not trying to." Kit replied as she took a break.
"Oh, and
by the way, Shane. Interrupting Francesca when it's her turn is not a smart
thing to do. I've heard French people tend to have really short tempers."
Kit looked at her watch and said "Shit! I've got to get going! I have to
help out at the elementary school." "Can I come?" Shane asked. "I'm sure
you don't want to jeopardize your safety at the hands of 3 year olds and
blue paint." "Well," Shane purred softly. "Maybe I do, if you know what
I mean." "Don't you have other people to harrass?" "You're one of my favorites.
And I have somebody new, too." "Francesca," Kit told her friend before she
left. "Feel free to spray him with pepper spray anytime you feel like, for
fun or because you've been provoked. Wait, empty the can by the time I get
back, okay?" "Fine, but eef you want ze can emptied, zen take ze Blue-eyed
prick wis you. I don't feel like dealing wis two male morons." Kit picked
up her trenchcoat, a zebra-stripe cowboy hat and walked out.
As she walked
out to the parking lot, Xani asked "Kit, did Francesca say anything about
me?" "Well," Kit replied. "She called you the blue-eyed prick, a male moron
and she told me to take you with me."
Kit unlocked the car and Xani came
into the passenger side. "Are you sure you're up to this?" Kit asked.
"Yeah.
You have a first-aid kit in here, right?" "Yep." Kit said. Seeing the relief
on his face,
she purred with malicious glee, a wicked
gleam in her green eyes that would make even an angry rottweiler wet itself,
"But no motion sickness pills." Xani fastened his seat belt and said "Let's
get this overwith." "Right then." Kit pulled out of the driveway and slammed
her booted foot on the accelerator. Xani was thrown back as the car jolted
out onto the street at 200 miles per hour. However, his seatbelt kept him
from being thrown in the backseat.
After a minute of Kit's very
fast, reckless driving, Kit said "Let's make the ride a bit more pleasant,
shall we?" "How are you going to do that? Slowing down?" Kit laughed and
said "You're so funny. No. I'm talking about some music and we can go to
a gas station for some gas station bean burritos." "Goodie." Xani sneered
as he clapped rather hollowly. Kit ignored this, turned on the radio and
started flipping through the stations until she found one that she liked.
She turned up the volume and a moment later, a song was playing. "Father
of mine, tell me where have you been? You know, I just close my eyes and
the world is subpim."
When he reached over to try to change the station,
Kit powerslid into a deserted parking lot, pulled out her switchblade and
pointed it at his throat, moving the blade up and down the flesh of his
throat and yet she had managed not to sink the cold blade into his neck.
"Get your hand away from the dial. Now!" Kit kept the blade moving around.
"No way, Kit. I am not about to be dominated by a bratty 15 year old." "Fine.
I could just let the blade slip and it would be bloody Niagra Falls in my
car. Sure, I'll have to wash the blood out, but oh well. Now, get your pale
as death hand away from the dial." He moved his hand and demanded "What
the hell?" "You're in my car, you listen to my stations." Kit replied as
she adeptly picked dirt out from under her long nails with the point. "And
if you ever try that again, I'll cut another hole in your ass, got that?"
"Okay, okay." Kit seemed satisfied and slammed her foot on the accelerator
again.
After a while, Kit said "Let's get something to eat. Did you bring your
money? I only brought for me." "Yeah, I brought my own money." Excellent.
Oh, and you'll have to pay for the gas." "And what if I don't?" "Slit to
the throat or 500,000 watt broil. You pick." "How much gas
do you need?" "About 10 dollars worth." Kit got in, bought her things and
said "Now, remember the deal."
He nodded and went inside muttering "'If
you ever try that again, I'll cut another hole in your ass.' 'Pay for the
gas or I'll kill you with either the knife or the tazer.' 'You're in my
car, you listen to my stations.' Who the hell does that bitch think she
is? Me?" He walked in and said "I'd like to pay ten dollars for the gasoline
for the black car ovber there?" "You mean that cadillac in number 4?" The
clerk asked. "Yeah." "Okay. Is there anything else, sir?" "Yeah. Here's
the ten dollars." He gave the clerk a ten-dollar bill and looked for junk
food.
Kit looked at the gauge and she saw that it reached ten dollars worth of
gas before it stopped. Kit put the cap backand waited to see if Xani was
coming out. She saw that he was still in there somewhere. She got into the
car and drove off with a screech, leaving a trail of skid marks.
When
he finally put the things on the counter, the clerk typed the items in a
keypad and said "Okay, sir. Your total comes to five dollars and 75 cents."
When he paid for the food, the clerk added "Oh, and sir?" "Yes?" "Your ride
left you." WHAT?!" He asked for a plastic bag and ran out to where Kit's
car was and cursed in several languages. The only way that he could follow
her was to follow the trail of skid marks. He walked down the road, took
out his cell phone and angrily dialed Kit's cell phone number.
Kit turned
on the radio and saw on the caller ID that it was him, so she turned off
the phone and kept driving until she reached a sign with a few crude drawings
and parked in the parking lot. She got out of the car and into the building,
purse in hand.
Xani followed the trail of skid marks to the school and muttered "Kit's
here." He saw Kit waiting for someone outside of the attendance office and
approached her. Upon closer investigation, he saw that Kit was holding an
MP3 player, listening to it and not to him.
He got annoyed and pulled out
the cord that connected the headphones. "Why are you here?" "I could ask
you the same question." "Don't bullshit me." "Okay. Since I can speak French,
Tagalog, Othertongue, English, some Spanish and a bit of sign language,
I help the kids learn other languages." A teacher came over and said something
in Othertongue. Kit pointed at him and said something in Othertongue. The
teacher said in English "Follow me. And I suppose it would be too much for
him to leave now." They followed the teacher. Kit started to speak in Othertongue
and the teacher said "Okay. He can stay." "What did you tell her?" Xani
whispered in her ear. "I told her that you knew several languages and you'd
help too. She think that this is useful. " "Thanks for covering for me."
"Don't get used to it." Kit replied. "I did it for Clarise, not for you."
Kit walked in and slammed the door in his face, grinning to herself when
she heard the tell-tale *BANG!* of his head meeting wood and glass. When
he walked in, rubbing his face, Kit said smugly
"I did *that* for me."
She introduced the children to Xani in French while making signs in the
air.
At the last statement in French, the children laughed as Xani started to
figure out what she said. "Ee-dee-o...Hey!" He yelled, causing more laughs.
Kit smirked
and said something much worse in Tagalog, before she said in English "Okay,
kiddies. Get out the arts and crafts bins." Kit got out a coffee can and
pulled out a video tape.
Xanatos had always detested children, but to get Kit back for the stunt
she and Francesca had pulled, he had to keep that from surfacing. Otherwise,
Kit would make his plan blow up in his face like she was somehow able to
do.
This was not easy, though, because for the first ten minutes, the children
got their hands covered in finger paints and then ran over to give him hugs,
no matter how many times he told them to go hug Kit.
"Dude," Kit said after
he tried to dodge a little girl whose ruby-red hair was in pigtails. "These
kids like you for some reason ." "They like you, too, don't they?" He replied,
grunting with effort as he tried to keep the suprisingly strong little girl
at bay.
"Yeah, but they also know that I don't want to get my pants,
hat, shirt, boots or trenchcoat dirty."
The little girl finally
pushed through and gave him a long hug that almost squeezed the life out
of poor Xanatos. Kit noticed that he was turning blue, tapped the little
girl on her small shoulder and said "Medbha, sweetie." The little red-haired
girl looked up. "Xani can't breathe." The little girl saw his face turning
purple and let go, giggling. "Oops." She giggled, her lavendar eyes a sharp
contrast of the bright pink that was happening because of her blushing and
her very red hair.
"Hey, no problem. Why do you think you're at school?
You know, you kids are lucky. When I was little, I was in all kinds of sports
*and* gym class and still I had about as much unchanneled energy as you
do, Medbha. But, just wait until you go to Maverick. Now, go wash up. I've
brought another Pokemon show and some popcorn." Kit walked up to the front
of the classroom and said "Okay, kiddies. Go wash up. You can still paint
during the movie, but I doubt that cookies would taste good with finger
paint all over them. The show starts in twenty." The kids that were particularly
messy or pushed away from the sink in the classroom left. Kit put in the
video tape and laughed when she saw Xani catching his breath.
He was still
a bit red, but he was all right now.
"Dude, are you okay?" Xani couldn't
keep what he was hiding from Kit any longer. "I hate kids." He gasped. "And
that little redhead? She just reinforced that." "Dude, that was an accident.
She didn't mean to do that. She's just a little girl. Who is very strong. And who doesn't
really
understand yet. But, she's still a little girl and anyway,
I was being
nice enough to keep her from crushing your spine or something, again for
Clarise. Oh, look. Isn't this sweet? She's over here right now." "I'm sorry
I almost killed you, uncle Xan." Medbha said quietly. He was silent. "I
brought you some water for you to drink." "Okay," Xani said defensively.
"What did you put in it?" "Nothing." He looked at the little pigtailed girl
with suspiscion and drank the water. "Thanks, kid." He said to Medbha, who
giggled happily and ran off to join her friends.
He turned to Kit and asked
"Uncle Xan?" "Hey," Kit
replied. "Their idea, not mine, okay? I would have had them call you roadkill
or something." Kit's eyes trailed to the flask that Xani had and she added
"Dude, be nice or I'll tell the teacher what's in that flask." "Go ahead."
Xani replied. "I don't have to watch over these little brats."
At that
moment, a blue-haired little boy with gold eyes threw a ball of blue clay
that hit him. "Sorry Uncle Xan." He said. "I wanted to hit that kid over
there." "Kid," Xani asked the boy. "How old are you?"
"I am four and three-eighths."
"Well, if you want to live to see *five* and three eighths, then you will
watch what the hell you thorw at me."
"Loki." Kit said. The blue-haired
boy turned around and she told him something in Othertongue. Kit smacked
him in the face with the clay. "What the hell?"
"You watch what you say
around these kids." Kit growled. "I have to watch them because I plan on
going to college here. If I here you threaten any one child again, I'll
shove that darn flask so far up your bum-bum you'll be pooping out the metal
for a month." Kit's use of euphemisms just set him off laughing and he said
"Can I talk to you outside?" "Fine."
Once in the hall, he asked Kit "What the hell? You used poop for shit, darn
for damn and(my personal favorite) bum-bum for ass." Kit sighed and said
"Unlike you, I try not to swear in a class of small children. I'm much classier
than that. Anyway, you didn't have to come." "But I wanted to. I wanted
to get to see the places better, understand better, piss you off." "Well,
it's not working. Kit opened the door and said "Oh, and Xani? Never reveal
your weaknesses to your enemies." Kit said, before she slammed the door
in his face again.
When he got in the classroom, he sat next to Kit,
put his arm around her and started to play with her hair, just to be annoying.
"Dude, I suggest you leave me alone right now." "Why? You're not going to
hit me in front of the kids, are you?" Kit sighed and asked "How much do
you know about me? Really?" She heard hesitation, so she whispered "That's
what I thought." She picked up the video and put it in the VCR. However,
she didn't push play. Instead, she waited for everyone to be seated before
she said "Okay, kiddies. Movie time." She pushed play and sat by Medbha
and Loki.
When Xani sat by Kit again after scooting Loki over, she and
the two children leaned backward and she whispered to them "Do you remember
that little trick I taught the class?" "Yeah, cousin Kitty." "Well, now
would be a good time to do it." The children nodded and Kit whispered to
them each of their individual prizes before Xani pulled Kit up to rest her head
on his shoulder. Kit didn't even push away, but she watched as Loki held
up the flask without seeming to have even moved. She saw Medbha holding
up the black crocodile skin wallet with the same precision as her friend.
Kit looked up during a pause and saw he was asleep. When the show was finished,
Kit turned on the light and saw he was still asleep. "Loki, the flask."
Loki gave it to her. Kit unscrewed the lid and dumped out the contents,
saying "It wouldn't hurt him to have something non-alcoholic." As she filled
it with water. She then gave it back and said "Medbha, the wallet." The
little girl handed it over and Kit took all of the higher bills out, before
pocketing them and giving it back. Suddenly, an awful idea came into
her head.
"Hmm. Hey, Medbha. Loki. Doesn't Xani look like he's about the
size of a Wobbuffet?" "He does." Loki said, while Medbha said "Yeah, if
you're talikng about one on what are those things called? Oh yeah, growth
hormones." "Let's say that I'm talking about that." "Okay. I see it now."
"Let's make him a wobuffet, shall we? I'll take care of the tail and you
do everything else. Let's get some blue paints, some glue, some black permanent
markers and some white-out. Spread the word." The kids nodded and told their peers.
When
the children got back, Kit looked through until she found a bottle of school
glue. She took off the cloak and put it on. She then sculpted a part of
his clothes, before she glued it to his butt as a tail. After she put two
fake white eyespots on the tip of the "tail", she moved away. The children,
paintbrushes in hand, painted him blue and in a matter of seconds, their
target was covered in blue paint with a few fake expressions in black permanent
marker. Only his hair was spared and even that was painted a little bit.
Kit smirked and hid the cloak away from him.
When Xani woke up, Kit took pictures of him. However, he didn't seem to
mind. When the children were laughing at him, he said "What's so goddamn
funny?" They said nothing. Suspicious, he walked out to the bathroom. What
he saw would make him angry enough to kill. He was blue overall, his face
had a black marker expression on it. He saw that a few flecks of white were
on the part of his clothes that was glued to his butt like a tail and only
his hair was, for the most part, spared. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, KIT ANICATO!"
He yelled as he stormed back to the classroom, cursing in several languages.
Kit and the children were singing "Fere Jacques" when he came in. Kit greeted
him by "By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes."
He rolled his eyes and said "KIT! WHAT IN THE HUNDRED AND TWO HELLS DID
THESE BRATS DO?!!!!" Kit didn't say anything, but instead she gave him a
look that said it sould have been painfully obviuos what the children did.
He glared at the children, then at Kit, before he said "I'll deal with you
later." And stormed out to the bathroom to try to get some of the stuff
out.
While he was in the bathroom trying to clean himself up, Kit said goodbye
to the children and let herself get into a swarm of hugs and kisses before
she left and the regular teacher took over. She went to her car, got in
and drove away. When Xanatos finally came out and saw that her car was nowhere
in sight, he took out his cell phone and angrily dialed Kit's cell phone
number.
The phone rang five times before she finally answered.
"Hello, part-time Goddess, full-time Queen Kit speaking," came the smug
reply.
Xani rolled his eyes, pulling the phone away for just a second, looking
at it in disgust. Then he started yelling at Kit. "WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH
YOU?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET BACK?!" he shouted furiously, his blue eyes
blazing.
Kit laughed evilly. "Well, that's your problem, now, isn't it?" she said,
hanging up and shutting off her phone before he could say another word.
Uttering a blue streak of choice words that even street rat Clairese wouldn't
say in the same sentence, he shut off his own phone, shoving it back into
his pocket.
When Kit got back, she saw Francesca was gone and she heard
her cell phone ring again. She let it ring seven times, before she answered.
"Hello, Kit, future Goddess of the Universe speaking." "Thanks to you,
I am now forced to take the most vile mode of public transportation." "Public
buses?" "No. I'm taking a taxi. Of course I'm taking the bus."
Kit pulled
out a tape recorder and her white rose video camera.
She turned the camera
on and puched play, before she said the date, followed by "High-roller,
stuck-up jerk, blue-eyed prick and all arouind asshole Xanotos Decruet is
taking the public bus to get back to the Spider house. This is a day that
will live in imfamy. Let's have a listen." Before she put the recorder to
the phone. "I think I'm about to be mugged. Damn it!" "What?" Kit asked,
into the tape recorder as well as the phone. "I think I sat in gum."
"Aaw.
Poor Xanotos. You tried to one-up the one-up queen and now you are being
punished. Kinda sucks to be you right now, doesn't it, dude?" "What?! Listen,
you bitch! I've had two people try to make a pass at me, I'm frickin' soaked
because it just started raining now-" "Well, It's not raining here." "Shut
up. I'm talking here. Anyway, I had to catch the goddamn bus, so I have
a goddamn cramp in my side." Kit mimicked him as he said "Somebody else just
tried to mug me, a big, black crow crapped on my head, I've had a bunch
of pit bulls chase me, some idiot on bike ran me down and I have been splashed
with more water." Kit just hung up on him mid-complaint and turned off the
camera and recorder.
Xani put the phone back in his pocket, muttering "Bitch." The people on
the bus were staring, so he yelled "And what the fuck are all of you looking
at?" all at once, everybody turned away, including a mother who was leading
her child away.
Kit heard a car horn and walked outside. Francesca had
come back holding a bottle of bleach. "What's with the bleach?" "I can make
plasteec exploseeves for Xani-butt's car's deasz." "Cool, but how?" "You
weel see. Eesn't eet amasing what you learn from ze eentairnet?" "Yeah.
Especailly for part-time anarchists like us."
"Well, I must get started on ze exploseeves."
Francesca walked away.
On
the way to the scinece hall, Ping was walking behind her, one hand behind
his back as he yelled "Francesca!" She turned around. Ping blushed and said,
his voice cracking as he gave her a bouquet of long-stem yellow and peach
roses "Here. These are for you." "Zank you, Peeng. Zey are beautiful."
"I-I-I-I'm glad you like them." Ping stammered, his voice squeaking much
higher. "I would like to go to ze labs. could you show me?" "Sure."
Ping took the bottle of bleach as he showed her to the labs. ~Just tell
her,~ Ping thought,~I mean, she must have figured it out already.~ After
they reached the labs, Francesca said to Ping "Would you like to go to a
movie or somesing?" "Okay." Ping said, his voice gradually returning to
normal.
"What day?" "I'll think on it." When they got in, Ping put the
bottle on he counter and asked "Do you know what you're doing?" "My best
subject een school was chemeestairy. Sank you for your concairn." "Hey,
no problem. If you need anything, let me know." Ping said. "I weel. Peeng,
set ze bleach down on ze table, weel you?"
Ping nodded and did so. "Can
I be your go-to guy?" "Okay. I'll need," Frencesca took out a piece of paper."A
hot plate, a battairy hydrometair, a large Pyrex container. Enameled steel
weel do fine, too, and Potassium Chloride." "I can find that stuff in the
chemistry store room." Ping said and left the room. Francesca found herself
admiring the
fluid, almost feline grace of his movements. She sighed and
thought ~It probably wouldn't work. He's a man of the law and I break the
law for a living. We're supposed to be enemies, but Ping and I are friends.
Ping is the nicest guy here that I've met. All the others have nothing better
to do than to hit on me. Then, they find out that that's not a smart move
on their part.~
Ping was looking in the chemistry storage room, when Jin
came in. "Dude, you had the perfect oppurtuinity to tell her," He said smugly.
"And you blew it." "Oh shut up., Jin." "No. You know it's true. And besides,
you know that I don't shut up just because someone tells me to." Ping rolled
his eyes, reached over and smacked Jin upside the head and walked to the
lab. He saw Xani and groaned.
He tapped Francesca on the shoulder and
gave her the stuff. "Sank you." "Hey, no problem. Oh, and Xani-butt's back.
He's soaked and very dirty." Francesca chuckled and said "Deestract heem,
okay?" Ping nodded and left the room. Francesca set the roses on a table
a few feet away, when Kit came in. "Hey, Frankie." "Hi." "Ping's a good
guy, isn't he?" Kit found a beaker as she spoke and filled it with water.
"Well, yes. But..." "But what?" Kit put the roses in the beaker. "But eet
seems wierd zat a man of zer law and a car sief would be good friends. I
sink eet ees also strange zat I would have a crush on heem."
"Well, he
likes you, too. However, Ping hadn't said anything because of that same
perspective. Personally, I think that those perspectives are silly. I mean,
I don't think you can really help who you fall in love with." Kit heard
two people talking just then.
"Xani-butt's here. He's asking Ping where
you are. Ping's not saying anything, but instead, he's telling him to go
take a bath because he's very dirty." Slience, then Kit heard footsteps.
Ping came in, a smug look on his face as he held up a polaroid picture with
strain from trying not to laugh. "It looks like Jin's mini-polaroid camera
works. It is supposed to be tiny, but have big pictures fall out." Ping
gave Kit the picture and laughed. "I think it captured his filthy side,
don't you?"
The picture had Xani soaked. Aside from the blue paint, some
of which seemed to have come off, but was replaced by dried mud. His hair
had dried mud hainging off of it and was a bit puffy over his head. His
all-black ensemble had been replaced by shades of blue and light brown.
His face was streaked with light brown, too. Kit laughed and almost knocked
over the beaker with the roses in it. "Hey, hey, hey! Watch the beaker."
Ping said. "Those roses were expensive and I don't want to pay for a broken
beaker!" "Sorry about that." Kit said, said, still giggling as Francesca
measured the ingredients. "Eh. Don't worry about it." Kit picked up the
picture and left it by Francesca before she said "I've got to go take Blondie
to the vet."
Kit grabbed a black trenchcoat that Trinity of The Matrix
would wear and her keys, called the large, elegant, yellow dog and walked
out of the room and to her car. She saw that her car was, amazingly enough
still intact. She unlocked the car and let the dog in. Blondie hopped on
the passengar side and Kit sat in the driver's seat, being careful of the
coattails. When Blondie fastened her seatbelt, she started the car and they
were on their way.
At a stoplight, Kit took out a napkin from the glove
compartment, licked the napkin and cleaned the dried mud from her boot.
Blondie, meanwhile, was barking at a car. Kit looked up, saw a miniature
poodle in the back seat of the other car and shuddered. She knew all too
well that Blondie, for the most part, hated small dogs.
The dog even had
a "gang" back in Colorado Springs with one long-haired Chihuahua, but mostly
big dogs and some of them devoted most of their time to chasing small dogs.
They didn't hurt them, they just chased them until they felt like stopping.
Personally, the only thing that Kit thought the only things small dogs had
going for them were that they were cute, they didn't eat much and could
go anywhere. However, she liked bigger dogs because they were also cute,
but they were bodyguards, they scared people and they were otherwise more
useful and less annoying than small dogs.
When she got to the vet, she
parked, put Blondie's leash on and walked inside. Once in the waiting room,
Kit said to Blondie "Sit." The dog sat in an empty chair. "Stay." Kit walked
up to the reception desk, took a couple of hard candies and said "Excuse
me, but I'm here for my appointpent with doctor Kat'a." "Okay, ma'am. And
what is your name?" "Kit Anicato and Blondie's over there." Kit pointed
to Blondie, who was still on the chair.
The receptionist laughed and said
"That's cute. Did you teach her to do that?" "No, actually she did that
when she was younger. I just never bothered to correct her." "Anyway, Blondie
has to be weighed. Then, she can sit back where she was." Kit nodded and
said "Blondie, come." The dog climbed off of the chair and walked to Kit's
side.
Francesca was finally finished with the white putty-like compound and put
it in the container, before she put the container in a regular container
and was working on a remote detonator when Ping came in.
"Xani-butt is
done and he is coming, I tried to stop him, but he overpowered meheeheeheeheehee."
Ping started a fake sob and went to the floor on his knees, before he crumpled
to the ground, not looking up. Francesca looked at Ping with confusion,
before she said "Eet's okay. Get off your knees." "Thank you. You're the
woman. You've always been the woman."
"Stay here. Eef he followed you like
you say he deed, zen I'll probably need some help." "I got your back." Ping
assured her. "While I'm at it, I've got the rest of you covered, too."
"Sank you." Francesca gave Ping a peck on the cheek and hugged him. "I didn't
think that chemistry class is until Monday." Xani said, leaning against
the doorway. "I guess I was wrong." He came in. Francesca got this disgusted
look on her face, before she said "Leave us alone, okay? I do not feel like
dealing wis your bullsheet." Francesca kept working on the remote detonator.
"Why are you waiting for Ping-Ping to say what he feels?"
"Don't call me
Ping-Ping."
He ignored Ping and sat by Francesca and put his arm around
her. Francesca grabbed his arm-and twisted it to a 90-degree angle, hearing
a snap before letting go. "Get zis srough your seek head. I do not like
you, now weel I evair." "Aw. Well, I'm sure you'll come around, love." He
whispered something in her ear, a sly grin slowly spreading on his face.
Francesca's eyes grew wide, before she slapped him as hard as she could,
making him fall off of the stool. Ping stiffened up at the sound of that
*CRACK!* He sat up and glared at Francesca, holding his sore
cheek which
had now turned beet red with her handprint. "Sairves you right, you stupeed
bastard!" she snapped, ignoring the
shocked and amused look she got from
Ping. Even if he knew her very well, she still didn't look like the type
who would swear. "Not smart, pet." He told Francesca, before he lunged at
her. Ping was ready in case she needed help. The French woman, however,
saw this coming and moved away. With the knife edge of her hand, she hit
him on the vein in the shoulder. He was knocked out when he hit the ground,
but Francesca kicked him in the side with the toe of her stilletto boot.
"Xani's knocked out." "Excess rules when eet comes to revenge." "Good point.
Now, let's get out of here post-haste." The two left, Ping had Xani over
his shoulder, holding the container of plastic explosive and Francesca holding
the remote detonator.
When Kit got back, she saw Francesca. "What's up?" "Ze blue-eyed prick made
anozair pass at me." Kit rolled her eyes and said "When will he learn?"
"Well, Peeng srew heem een ze hospital weeng. Anyway, I have feeneeshed
ze plasteec exploseeve. I need to feeneesh ze remote detonatair. Go have
fun and I'll call you when eet ees ready." Kit nodded and left, an evil
grin on her face.
Kit was with her friends in the wreck room. She and James were playing Tony
Hawk on the Playstation, while Jin was showing Rehteah how to play pool.
"So, Kit," Reheah asked, distracting Kit for a moment. "What's with you
and Francesca?" "Oh, nothing much. Francesca is my best friend and an old friend of
the family.
Ping kind of has a crush on her, actually." Rehteah laughed and knocked
the nine-ball in with her cue, but she didn't care at the moment.
"It's
kind of a soap opera. I mean, Ping has a crush on Francesca, Francesca has
a crush on him and Xani hates them both, but likes to hit on her." "I know."
James said as he did a combination that earned him a lot of points. "But
that's the way it is, huh?"
"I'll say." Xani said. As he walked in, sat
on a couch and was watching them play. "Kit, your friend is a bitch." He
told her. "I know." Kit replied. "But don't think too much of it. She just
doesn't like you." As Kit spoke, she did a combo and landed on a rail.
"But why?" Kit sighed and said "Well, gee. I don't know. Could it be because
you're a creep who is either hitting on her, making fun of her accent or
both?" "Yeah, well. She should be grateful that I even look her way." "Pal,
you're not where you're from anymore, remember? You're in the Otherside
and that egotistical horseshit you're pulling won't fly here. How many times
must you learn this lesson?"
"About a million." James replied. "Or more.
You and I both know that he's as thick as the grease in a burger place's
grease traps." "Watch it, Delacour." "What? Both you and I know it's true."
"At least I don't wax my legs like a girl." "It's much better than shaving.
I don't get any wierd scars on my legs. Or my chest." James smirked and
added with slow precision "Or my face." That did it.
Xanotos dragged himself
off of the couch and launched himself at the blue-haired youth with burgundy-brown
roots. James, however, was very nimble and thus dodged him. The fight that
ensued was just a matter of evasion on James' part. Eventually, James got
behind Xani and got him in a full nelson. He then eased himself and his
opponent on the floor, James' feet on the back of his knees. James got up
after a while and started to speak to Kit.
Xani gave the blue-haired young man his "storm over the horizon" glare and
picked up a stool. Kit was about to point that out, but James already sensed
what was coming. "Kit, be a dear and hand me that rattan stick over there,
will you?" Kit nodded and did so. "Thanks, love." As Xani was about to hit
him over the head, James turned around and hit Xani's hands with a *CRACK!*,
making him drop the stool. He hunched up in agony as he felt intense pain
in his hands and he asked "How did you know?" "Easy. I smelled that you
were coming again and that you had a stool in your hand." "You people are
wierd, you know that?"
"Well," Kit replied as she walked up to James's side
and put a hand on his shoulder. "It depends on your Black Mask form, I guess.
I, for instance, turn into a tiger and thus I have great eyesight and an
equally good sense of smell, but I am most known for my hearing. James here
can turn into a dragon. He has good eyesight, like me, but he also has a
good sense of hearing, touch and more importantly, smell." Kit heard a ring
on her cell phone and picked it up. She started speaking in French, before
hanging up and saying "I've got to go. Francesca wants me to come with her
for something." Kit said, before walking out.
Kit found her friend in
one of the labs and asked "What's up?" "I'm feeneeshed wis ze remote detonatair."
"Okay." Kit and Francesca walked out to the parking lot.
As the youmg
women were walking by, Kit noticed Rehteah outside playing with Blondie.
Rehteah saw them and ran over. "What are you doing by Xani's car?" She asked
as Kit and Francesca set up the plastic explosive on the car. "We're going
to blow up Xani's car with plastic explosive." "That's what the white stuff
is?" "Yes." Rehteah smiled and started to sing
"Ten plastic explosive sitting
on a car,
Ten plastic explosives sitting on a car.
And if one
plastic explosive
Should accidentally go off,
There'll be no plastic explosive, And no bloody
car." Over and over while they worked. Kit thought it was funny, but Francesca
didn't get it, so Kit explained in French. Francesca laughed so hard, she
almost messed up a point. "It's not that funny." Kit said. "Sorry, but zere
ees not a song like zat een Nantes." "Hey, don't worry about it. We're almost done."
When
Kit and Francesca were done setting up, Francesca handed Kit the remote
detonator. Kit held it in her hand and said, pressing all sorts of buttons
"Bye bye car." Kit pushed the button that Francesca had labeled "I'll see
you in Hell." The car was engulfed by flames and the scene morbid. All three
females started to do their own happy dances, before Kit stopped moving.
"What is it?" "Xani's coming. And he sounds pissed. Let's get the hell out
of here." Rehteah nodded and flew up to a window, while Kit and Francesca
climbed up a tree. Rehteah opened the window and held it open for her friends.
When Francesca was inside, Rehteah and Kit shut the window.
Author:bluefire
Disclaimer: Star Wars belongs to GL, Xanatos belongs to Jude Watson.
Silverwolfprincess owns Rehteah Lumarin,
and everything else belongs to me.
Sumarry: Francesca Girdeux decides to stay with Kit in the Otherside.
Feedack: Yes! But, this is my first one, so be nice.
Kit heard a ring on her cell phone as she, her twin brothers, James, Cleo and Clarise
were discussing what the snack for the next field trip, horseback riding
in the Earth realm, should be. Kit got up, walked to the stairwell and spoke
in French into the phone. "What was that all about?" Ping asked. "Francesca's
at the train station and needs a ride. I'll be right back. Oh and my vote
is on bubble tea. It's great and a good excuse to throw spitwads at people."
Before Kit took her denim jacket and her keys.
Kit drove and parked by
a sign in a text that she could barely read, but caught the gist. The sign
was by a large building of white marble. Kit saw the stained glass windows
and laughed. The train station had electircal lights, she thought. So why
do they need stained glass? Oh well. It's beautiful, even if it is pointless.
There was a golden dome roof with a stained glass covered copper ball on
top.
Kit walked through the revolving door and looked around. There can't possibly
be that many naturally brown-haired people, Kit thought. Of course, there
aren't that many black-haired people here either. Just me, my brothers and DeAsscrack.
It didn't take too long
to find Francesca.
"Francesca!" Kit said to a pale young woman who had
beautiful, wavy brown hair and was wearing a
blue denim cargo skirt, a purple top and sandals. Her toenails were painted
denim blue. She turned around. She had gray eyes and was very pretty. "Keet!
How are you?" "I'm fine. Come on. Let's hurry. I don't want to get my car
towed. I'm not allowed to park there." Kit picked up a bag and walked out
to her Caddilac. Kit opened the trunk and put the bag in. Francesca put
her bags in the trunk and closed it. She then followed Kit to the front
of the car as Kit unlocked it. "Keet, you have to tell me everyzing zat
has happened while I was gone. Ees ze blue-eyed jack-ass steel zere?"
"Unfortunately.
Oh, and, there's a new girl." "Weel she help us?" "Of course. She hates
him too."
"Exceelent." "Oh, and Xanatos DeAsslick has a new car." "What
ees eet?" "I think it's a Pontiac Firebird. I want to hotwire the damn thing.
He used to have a Porsche, but I took a leaf out of your book and stuck
a rag in the gas tank. Then it was one light with my lighter. I think that
the flames like expensive, foreign cars." "I zink you are right."
When
the girls got back, Kit introduced everyone to Francesca. "So, you just
couldn't stay away, huh Francesca?" Xanatos asked smugly. "Oh don't flatter
yourself." Was the curt reply. "Okay, Francesca. You can either have the
common room or bunk with me." Kit said. "Or," Xani piped up. "You can bunk
with me." "As you Americans would say," Francesca replied. "Bite me. I'm
bunking wis Keet."
When the girls were in Kit's room Blondie was on
the bed. "Blondie. Off." The dog got off of the bed and dragged a suitcase
in. "Thank you, Blondie." Francesca found a bed and unpacked her suitcase.
She held up a 9mm and put it on the cargo loop of her denim skirt.
While Francesca was unpacking, Kit asked. "What happened? I thought you
went straight." "I deed. However, zere was a lot of money to be made in
zat heist. So, who am I to refuse?" "How long will you be here?" "I don't
really know. When ze heat dies down, I guess." "Okay." "Oh. Do you zink
zat ze Blue-eyed Jack-ass has learned anysing?" Kit shook her head. "Doubt
it. He's as thick as McMoron and
twice as aggravating."
"Zat ees not a comforting zhought. Zis time, I brought my gun. For self-defense
purpo-ses, of cewrse. Do you have one?" Kit shrugged and said "If you call
a tazer a gun. I didn't think you could own a gun." "Francesca Girdeux can't,
but Minerva Jones can." "Oh, I get it. An alias." "Not just an alias. I'm
not stupeed. I made myself look differwent." "Smart."
Kit looked at her
watch. "Francesca, it's time for lunch." "Ees ze food here good?" "It's
pretty good for a school's food."
The girls walked to the cafeteria, Kit
explained to the others. "Francesca Girdeux is one of the wealthiest car
thieves in the world, though she can steal something else if she wants.
She's also a mechanic." "A Jill of
all trades." James nodded. "She also knows a lot about cars and
taught me how to drive." "That's why you're so reckless." Xanatos remarked.
"Hey, I wasn't the one who tried my hand at carjacking, remember?" Kit replied.
"Zis assworm tried to carjack you, Keet?" "Yeah. It's a funny story, really."
Kit then started to speak in French. Francesca laughed every once in a while.
"Delacour,
what is she saying?" James rolled his eyes and said "Kit's telling
Francesca the story of your carjacking, and I use this term loosely, attempt."
Francesca then said something in French. Kit laughed and said "Francesca
asked if you've tried to jack any cars lately." Kit walked to a table to
get a roll. Xanotos followed. "How long will she be here?" "Until the heat
dies down." "When will that be?" Kit shrugged. She saw New England clam
chowder in her bowl and groaned.
She also saw him take his place by Francesca,
a devious grin on his face. Kit said something in French, but it was too
late. "What's this, Francesca?" "You're eating it. You should know. And
kudos on learning my name."
"It's chowder. Say chowder." "No." "Say it."
Francesca sighed and ignored him until she finally said to Kit "Keet, you
were right. Zis showdair eesn't half-bad." Xanotos laughed. "It's chowder."
Francesca stood up and picked up the bowl. She dumped it on his head and
said "I've got your showdair right here!" There was a state of shocked silence
as Francesca put the bowl on Xani's head. The whole Great Hall burst out
laughing as Xanotos stormed out cursing. "And zat's French beech to you!"
Francesca yelled after him. "Serves you right, you stupid, motherfucking
bastard!" Rehteah yelled after him.
"Keet, I am een ze mood for a leetle
target practice. Where ees hees Pontiac Firebird?" "I'll show you."
Kit picked up her tazer and walked out to the black Pontiac Firebird. Francesca
loaded her gun ald let Kit take out the headlights. "Very good. Now stand
back." Kit nodded and moved. Francesca aimed her 9mm and shot the windshield.
"Now, let's move to ze back of ze car." Francesca shot out the back and
front windows on the way to the back. Kit smashed the mirrors in with the
butt of her tazer, while Francesca shot the tires flat. Kit broke out the
taillights and the girls stepped back to admire their work, before Kit dropped
a white rose in the back seat. "I helped you because Xani-butt punched out
the taillights of my own car. And to teach him not to make fun of your accent."
"Zis seems too much." "Excess rules when it comes to revenge." The girls
walked away from the now trashed Pontiac Firebird laughing their heads off.
"KIT ANICATO! FRANCESCA GIRDEUX! YOU LITTLE BITCHES! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU
BOTH!" Xanatos yelled when he saw what the girls had done.
Kit and Francesca were inside playing a video game on a dance pad. Kit heard
him yell over the uptempo music and told her friend in French. Francesca
nodded and responded in French. The two young women continued to play the
game.
After a few hours, Francesca got tired and saw that her friend
still had the energy to keep going. "You have a lot of energy, but I see
zat you are sweatinag, Keet. I'll go get you somesing to drink." "I'm okay.
Really." "Non. I weel have none of zat. I weel be right back." Francesca
left to get something for Kit.
Xanatos came in a few minutes later. "Kit.
I was looking all over for you." He said in a very confrontational manner.
"I'm flattered." Kit replied sarcastically. "What do you want, besides to
watch me shake it?" Xani rolled his eyes and said "I saw what you and your
psychotic friend did to my car." "How do you know it was us?" "I saw a few
bullet holes and I saw that your friend has a gun. I saw my taillights get
knocked out by little hook marks." "That could have been anyone." "With
electircal burns." "So? How do you know you didn't hit a sparking pipe?"
"Don't bullshit me. I know that you have issues-" "I was born in Orange
County, California." "But what about Francesca?"
"Oh," Kit said as she
pushed two buttons at once with her feet. "Did I forget to tell you? French
people, I've heard, tend to have short tempers. I guess that's why Francesca
poured New England-style clam chowder on your head." Xani looked like he
was chewing on his tongue, before he turned off Kit's game. "Hey! I was
almost at the record."
"Aaw. Cry me a damn river." Xani sneered in
reply, before walking out. Kit plugged in the game and started over.
When
she was at the tenth song, she heard a snap, followed by a yell of pain.
At the thirteenth song, Kit saw Francesca come in with the bottle of water,
looking very angry. "What's wrong?" Kit asked. "I met zis stupeed blonde
guy. He wanted to go down to ze lake so we could 'get to know each ozer
bettair.' I broke hees arm." "So that was what the yell was all about."
Shane ran in after Francesca and said "That bitch is psycho!" "Really?"
Kit asked, still moving.
Shane nodded and said "Look what she did to my
arm!" "I see you met Francesca, Shane. And as you learned," Kit said as
she pushed two buttons at once.
"Francesca is not somebody to mess with.
And now you have the injury to remind you. Oh, and did I mention that Francesca
is a friend of mine?" Shane stared at Kit with shock and said "Really? You're
friends with her?" "Yep."
At the end of that song, Kit took the water bottle
that Francesca had with her and took a swig. "Thank you, Francesca." So,
Kit." Shane said. "You're looking awfully sweaty. What say you go get yourself
cleaned up?"
Kit gave him her 'tiger eyes' glare and picked up a towel.
As she wiped her face, Shane sat by her and whispered in her ear "Can you
tell me anything, ah, interesting, about her?" "Well," Kit replied. "She's
a car thief, a part-time anarchist, she can kill somebody with her bare
hands if she has to-" "No, not like that!" Shane rolled his eyes and said
"I should have been a little more specific. Tell me what she likes. Any
kinky fetishes at all." "I wouldn't know anything about that and even if
I did, I wouldn't tell you." Kit wiped her arms as she spoke, before she
saw Shane staring, rolled her eyes and scratched him in the face, drawing
blood to snap him out of it.
"You can't hide what's inside." Shane
told her. "I'm not trying to." Kit replied as she took a break.
"Oh, and
by the way, Shane. Interrupting Francesca when it's her turn is not a smart
thing to do. I've heard French people tend to have really short tempers."
Kit looked at her watch and said "Shit! I've got to get going! I have to
help out at the elementary school." "Can I come?" Shane asked. "I'm sure
you don't want to jeopardize your safety at the hands of 3 year olds and
blue paint." "Well," Shane purred softly. "Maybe I do, if you know what
I mean." "Don't you have other people to harrass?" "You're one of my favorites.
And I have somebody new, too." "Francesca," Kit told her friend before she
left. "Feel free to spray him with pepper spray anytime you feel like, for
fun or because you've been provoked. Wait, empty the can by the time I get
back, okay?" "Fine, but eef you want ze can emptied, zen take ze Blue-eyed
prick wis you. I don't feel like dealing wis two male morons." Kit picked
up her trenchcoat, a zebra-stripe cowboy hat and walked out.
As she walked
out to the parking lot, Xani asked "Kit, did Francesca say anything about
me?" "Well," Kit replied. "She called you the blue-eyed prick, a male moron
and she told me to take you with me."
Kit unlocked the car and Xani came
into the passenger side. "Are you sure you're up to this?" Kit asked.
"Yeah.
You have a first-aid kit in here, right?" "Yep." Kit said. Seeing the relief
on his face,
she purred with malicious glee, a wicked
gleam in her green eyes that would make even an angry rottweiler wet itself,
"But no motion sickness pills." Xani fastened his seat belt and said "Let's
get this overwith." "Right then." Kit pulled out of the driveway and slammed
her booted foot on the accelerator. Xani was thrown back as the car jolted
out onto the street at 200 miles per hour. However, his seatbelt kept him
from being thrown in the backseat.
After a minute of Kit's very
fast, reckless driving, Kit said "Let's make the ride a bit more pleasant,
shall we?" "How are you going to do that? Slowing down?" Kit laughed and
said "You're so funny. No. I'm talking about some music and we can go to
a gas station for some gas station bean burritos." "Goodie." Xani sneered
as he clapped rather hollowly. Kit ignored this, turned on the radio and
started flipping through the stations until she found one that she liked.
She turned up the volume and a moment later, a song was playing. "Father
of mine, tell me where have you been? You know, I just close my eyes and
the world is subpim."
When he reached over to try to change the station,
Kit powerslid into a deserted parking lot, pulled out her switchblade and
pointed it at his throat, moving the blade up and down the flesh of his
throat and yet she had managed not to sink the cold blade into his neck.
"Get your hand away from the dial. Now!" Kit kept the blade moving around.
"No way, Kit. I am not about to be dominated by a bratty 15 year old." "Fine.
I could just let the blade slip and it would be bloody Niagra Falls in my
car. Sure, I'll have to wash the blood out, but oh well. Now, get your pale
as death hand away from the dial." He moved his hand and demanded "What
the hell?" "You're in my car, you listen to my stations." Kit replied as
she adeptly picked dirt out from under her long nails with the point. "And
if you ever try that again, I'll cut another hole in your ass, got that?"
"Okay, okay." Kit seemed satisfied and slammed her foot on the accelerator
again.
After a while, Kit said "Let's get something to eat. Did you bring your
money? I only brought for me." "Yeah, I brought my own money." Excellent.
Oh, and you'll have to pay for the gas." "And what if I don't?" "Slit to
the throat or 500,000 watt broil. You pick." "How much gas
do you need?" "About 10 dollars worth." Kit got in, bought her things and
said "Now, remember the deal."
He nodded and went inside muttering "'If
you ever try that again, I'll cut another hole in your ass.' 'Pay for the
gas or I'll kill you with either the knife or the tazer.' 'You're in my
car, you listen to my stations.' Who the hell does that bitch think she
is? Me?" He walked in and said "I'd like to pay ten dollars for the gasoline
for the black car ovber there?" "You mean that cadillac in number 4?" The
clerk asked. "Yeah." "Okay. Is there anything else, sir?" "Yeah. Here's
the ten dollars." He gave the clerk a ten-dollar bill and looked for junk
food.
Kit looked at the gauge and she saw that it reached ten dollars worth of
gas before it stopped. Kit put the cap backand waited to see if Xani was
coming out. She saw that he was still in there somewhere. She got into the
car and drove off with a screech, leaving a trail of skid marks.
When
he finally put the things on the counter, the clerk typed the items in a
keypad and said "Okay, sir. Your total comes to five dollars and 75 cents."
When he paid for the food, the clerk added "Oh, and sir?" "Yes?" "Your ride
left you." WHAT?!" He asked for a plastic bag and ran out to where Kit's
car was and cursed in several languages. The only way that he could follow
her was to follow the trail of skid marks. He walked down the road, took
out his cell phone and angrily dialed Kit's cell phone number.
Kit turned
on the radio and saw on the caller ID that it was him, so she turned off
the phone and kept driving until she reached a sign with a few crude drawings
and parked in the parking lot. She got out of the car and into the building,
purse in hand.
Xani followed the trail of skid marks to the school and muttered "Kit's
here." He saw Kit waiting for someone outside of the attendance office and
approached her. Upon closer investigation, he saw that Kit was holding an
MP3 player, listening to it and not to him.
He got annoyed and pulled out
the cord that connected the headphones. "Why are you here?" "I could ask
you the same question." "Don't bullshit me." "Okay. Since I can speak French,
Tagalog, Othertongue, English, some Spanish and a bit of sign language,
I help the kids learn other languages." A teacher came over and said something
in Othertongue. Kit pointed at him and said something in Othertongue. The
teacher said in English "Follow me. And I suppose it would be too much for
him to leave now." They followed the teacher. Kit started to speak in Othertongue
and the teacher said "Okay. He can stay." "What did you tell her?" Xani
whispered in her ear. "I told her that you knew several languages and you'd
help too. She think that this is useful. " "Thanks for covering for me."
"Don't get used to it." Kit replied. "I did it for Clarise, not for you."
Kit walked in and slammed the door in his face, grinning to herself when
she heard the tell-tale *BANG!* of his head meeting wood and glass. When
he walked in, rubbing his face, Kit said smugly
"I did *that* for me."
She introduced the children to Xani in French while making signs in the
air.
At the last statement in French, the children laughed as Xani started to
figure out what she said. "Ee-dee-o...Hey!" He yelled, causing more laughs.
Kit smirked
and said something much worse in Tagalog, before she said in English "Okay,
kiddies. Get out the arts and crafts bins." Kit got out a coffee can and
pulled out a video tape.
Xanatos had always detested children, but to get Kit back for the stunt
she and Francesca had pulled, he had to keep that from surfacing. Otherwise,
Kit would make his plan blow up in his face like she was somehow able to
do.
This was not easy, though, because for the first ten minutes, the children
got their hands covered in finger paints and then ran over to give him hugs,
no matter how many times he told them to go hug Kit.
"Dude," Kit said after
he tried to dodge a little girl whose ruby-red hair was in pigtails. "These
kids like you for some reason ." "They like you, too, don't they?" He replied,
grunting with effort as he tried to keep the suprisingly strong little girl
at bay.
"Yeah, but they also know that I don't want to get my pants,
hat, shirt, boots or trenchcoat dirty."
The little girl finally
pushed through and gave him a long hug that almost squeezed the life out
of poor Xanatos. Kit noticed that he was turning blue, tapped the little
girl on her small shoulder and said "Medbha, sweetie." The little red-haired
girl looked up. "Xani can't breathe." The little girl saw his face turning
purple and let go, giggling. "Oops." She giggled, her lavendar eyes a sharp
contrast of the bright pink that was happening because of her blushing and
her very red hair.
"Hey, no problem. Why do you think you're at school?
You know, you kids are lucky. When I was little, I was in all kinds of sports
*and* gym class and still I had about as much unchanneled energy as you
do, Medbha. But, just wait until you go to Maverick. Now, go wash up. I've
brought another Pokemon show and some popcorn." Kit walked up to the front
of the classroom and said "Okay, kiddies. Go wash up. You can still paint
during the movie, but I doubt that cookies would taste good with finger
paint all over them. The show starts in twenty." The kids that were particularly
messy or pushed away from the sink in the classroom left. Kit put in the
video tape and laughed when she saw Xani catching his breath.
He was still
a bit red, but he was all right now.
"Dude, are you okay?" Xani couldn't
keep what he was hiding from Kit any longer. "I hate kids." He gasped. "And
that little redhead? She just reinforced that." "Dude, that was an accident.
She didn't mean to do that. She's just a little girl. Who is very strong. And who doesn't
really
understand yet. But, she's still a little girl and anyway,
I was being
nice enough to keep her from crushing your spine or something, again for
Clarise. Oh, look. Isn't this sweet? She's over here right now." "I'm sorry
I almost killed you, uncle Xan." Medbha said quietly. He was silent. "I
brought you some water for you to drink." "Okay," Xani said defensively.
"What did you put in it?" "Nothing." He looked at the little pigtailed girl
with suspiscion and drank the water. "Thanks, kid." He said to Medbha, who
giggled happily and ran off to join her friends.
He turned to Kit and asked
"Uncle Xan?" "Hey," Kit
replied. "Their idea, not mine, okay? I would have had them call you roadkill
or something." Kit's eyes trailed to the flask that Xani had and she added
"Dude, be nice or I'll tell the teacher what's in that flask." "Go ahead."
Xani replied. "I don't have to watch over these little brats."
At that
moment, a blue-haired little boy with gold eyes threw a ball of blue clay
that hit him. "Sorry Uncle Xan." He said. "I wanted to hit that kid over
there." "Kid," Xani asked the boy. "How old are you?"
"I am four and three-eighths."
"Well, if you want to live to see *five* and three eighths, then you will
watch what the hell you thorw at me."
"Loki." Kit said. The blue-haired
boy turned around and she told him something in Othertongue. Kit smacked
him in the face with the clay. "What the hell?"
"You watch what you say
around these kids." Kit growled. "I have to watch them because I plan on
going to college here. If I here you threaten any one child again, I'll
shove that darn flask so far up your bum-bum you'll be pooping out the metal
for a month." Kit's use of euphemisms just set him off laughing and he said
"Can I talk to you outside?" "Fine."
Once in the hall, he asked Kit "What the hell? You used poop for shit, darn
for damn and(my personal favorite) bum-bum for ass." Kit sighed and said
"Unlike you, I try not to swear in a class of small children. I'm much classier
than that. Anyway, you didn't have to come." "But I wanted to. I wanted
to get to see the places better, understand better, piss you off." "Well,
it's not working. Kit opened the door and said "Oh, and Xani? Never reveal
your weaknesses to your enemies." Kit said, before she slammed the door
in his face again.
When he got in the classroom, he sat next to Kit,
put his arm around her and started to play with her hair, just to be annoying.
"Dude, I suggest you leave me alone right now." "Why? You're not going to
hit me in front of the kids, are you?" Kit sighed and asked "How much do
you know about me? Really?" She heard hesitation, so she whispered "That's
what I thought." She picked up the video and put it in the VCR. However,
she didn't push play. Instead, she waited for everyone to be seated before
she said "Okay, kiddies. Movie time." She pushed play and sat by Medbha
and Loki.
When Xani sat by Kit again after scooting Loki over, she and
the two children leaned backward and she whispered to them "Do you remember
that little trick I taught the class?" "Yeah, cousin Kitty." "Well, now
would be a good time to do it." The children nodded and Kit whispered to
them each of their individual prizes before Xani pulled Kit up to rest her head
on his shoulder. Kit didn't even push away, but she watched as Loki held
up the flask without seeming to have even moved. She saw Medbha holding
up the black crocodile skin wallet with the same precision as her friend.
Kit looked up during a pause and saw he was asleep. When the show was finished,
Kit turned on the light and saw he was still asleep. "Loki, the flask."
Loki gave it to her. Kit unscrewed the lid and dumped out the contents,
saying "It wouldn't hurt him to have something non-alcoholic." As she filled
it with water. She then gave it back and said "Medbha, the wallet." The
little girl handed it over and Kit took all of the higher bills out, before
pocketing them and giving it back. Suddenly, an awful idea came into
her head.
"Hmm. Hey, Medbha. Loki. Doesn't Xani look like he's about the
size of a Wobbuffet?" "He does." Loki said, while Medbha said "Yeah, if
you're talikng about one on what are those things called? Oh yeah, growth
hormones." "Let's say that I'm talking about that." "Okay. I see it now."
"Let's make him a wobuffet, shall we? I'll take care of the tail and you
do everything else. Let's get some blue paints, some glue, some black permanent
markers and some white-out. Spread the word." The kids nodded and told their peers.
When
the children got back, Kit looked through until she found a bottle of school
glue. She took off the cloak and put it on. She then sculpted a part of
his clothes, before she glued it to his butt as a tail. After she put two
fake white eyespots on the tip of the "tail", she moved away. The children,
paintbrushes in hand, painted him blue and in a matter of seconds, their
target was covered in blue paint with a few fake expressions in black permanent
marker. Only his hair was spared and even that was painted a little bit.
Kit smirked and hid the cloak away from him.
When Xani woke up, Kit took pictures of him. However, he didn't seem to
mind. When the children were laughing at him, he said "What's so goddamn
funny?" They said nothing. Suspicious, he walked out to the bathroom. What
he saw would make him angry enough to kill. He was blue overall, his face
had a black marker expression on it. He saw that a few flecks of white were
on the part of his clothes that was glued to his butt like a tail and only
his hair was, for the most part, spared. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, KIT ANICATO!"
He yelled as he stormed back to the classroom, cursing in several languages.
Kit and the children were singing "Fere Jacques" when he came in. Kit greeted
him by "By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes."
He rolled his eyes and said "KIT! WHAT IN THE HUNDRED AND TWO HELLS DID
THESE BRATS DO?!!!!" Kit didn't say anything, but instead she gave him a
look that said it sould have been painfully obviuos what the children did.
He glared at the children, then at Kit, before he said "I'll deal with you
later." And stormed out to the bathroom to try to get some of the stuff
out.
While he was in the bathroom trying to clean himself up, Kit said goodbye
to the children and let herself get into a swarm of hugs and kisses before
she left and the regular teacher took over. She went to her car, got in
and drove away. When Xanatos finally came out and saw that her car was nowhere
in sight, he took out his cell phone and angrily dialed Kit's cell phone
number.
The phone rang five times before she finally answered.
"Hello, part-time Goddess, full-time Queen Kit speaking," came the smug
reply.
Xani rolled his eyes, pulling the phone away for just a second, looking
at it in disgust. Then he started yelling at Kit. "WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH
YOU?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET BACK?!" he shouted furiously, his blue eyes
blazing.
Kit laughed evilly. "Well, that's your problem, now, isn't it?" she said,
hanging up and shutting off her phone before he could say another word.
Uttering a blue streak of choice words that even street rat Clairese wouldn't
say in the same sentence, he shut off his own phone, shoving it back into
his pocket.
When Kit got back, she saw Francesca was gone and she heard
her cell phone ring again. She let it ring seven times, before she answered.
"Hello, Kit, future Goddess of the Universe speaking." "Thanks to you,
I am now forced to take the most vile mode of public transportation." "Public
buses?" "No. I'm taking a taxi. Of course I'm taking the bus."
Kit pulled
out a tape recorder and her white rose video camera.
She turned the camera
on and puched play, before she said the date, followed by "High-roller,
stuck-up jerk, blue-eyed prick and all arouind asshole Xanotos Decruet is
taking the public bus to get back to the Spider house. This is a day that
will live in imfamy. Let's have a listen." Before she put the recorder to
the phone. "I think I'm about to be mugged. Damn it!" "What?" Kit asked,
into the tape recorder as well as the phone. "I think I sat in gum."
"Aaw.
Poor Xanotos. You tried to one-up the one-up queen and now you are being
punished. Kinda sucks to be you right now, doesn't it, dude?" "What?! Listen,
you bitch! I've had two people try to make a pass at me, I'm frickin' soaked
because it just started raining now-" "Well, It's not raining here." "Shut
up. I'm talking here. Anyway, I had to catch the goddamn bus, so I have
a goddamn cramp in my side." Kit mimicked him as he said "Somebody else just
tried to mug me, a big, black crow crapped on my head, I've had a bunch
of pit bulls chase me, some idiot on bike ran me down and I have been splashed
with more water." Kit just hung up on him mid-complaint and turned off the
camera and recorder.
Xani put the phone back in his pocket, muttering "Bitch." The people on
the bus were staring, so he yelled "And what the fuck are all of you looking
at?" all at once, everybody turned away, including a mother who was leading
her child away.
Kit heard a car horn and walked outside. Francesca had
come back holding a bottle of bleach. "What's with the bleach?" "I can make
plasteec exploseeves for Xani-butt's car's deasz." "Cool, but how?" "You
weel see. Eesn't eet amasing what you learn from ze eentairnet?" "Yeah.
Especailly for part-time anarchists like us."
"Well, I must get started on ze exploseeves."
Francesca walked away.
On
the way to the scinece hall, Ping was walking behind her, one hand behind
his back as he yelled "Francesca!" She turned around. Ping blushed and said,
his voice cracking as he gave her a bouquet of long-stem yellow and peach
roses "Here. These are for you." "Zank you, Peeng. Zey are beautiful."
"I-I-I-I'm glad you like them." Ping stammered, his voice squeaking much
higher. "I would like to go to ze labs. could you show me?" "Sure."
Ping took the bottle of bleach as he showed her to the labs. ~Just tell
her,~ Ping thought,~I mean, she must have figured it out already.~ After
they reached the labs, Francesca said to Ping "Would you like to go to a
movie or somesing?" "Okay." Ping said, his voice gradually returning to
normal.
"What day?" "I'll think on it." When they got in, Ping put the
bottle on he counter and asked "Do you know what you're doing?" "My best
subject een school was chemeestairy. Sank you for your concairn." "Hey,
no problem. If you need anything, let me know." Ping said. "I weel. Peeng,
set ze bleach down on ze table, weel you?"
Ping nodded and did so. "Can
I be your go-to guy?" "Okay. I'll need," Frencesca took out a piece of paper."A
hot plate, a battairy hydrometair, a large Pyrex container. Enameled steel
weel do fine, too, and Potassium Chloride." "I can find that stuff in the
chemistry store room." Ping said and left the room. Francesca found herself
admiring the
fluid, almost feline grace of his movements. She sighed and
thought ~It probably wouldn't work. He's a man of the law and I break the
law for a living. We're supposed to be enemies, but Ping and I are friends.
Ping is the nicest guy here that I've met. All the others have nothing better
to do than to hit on me. Then, they find out that that's not a smart move
on their part.~
Ping was looking in the chemistry storage room, when Jin
came in. "Dude, you had the perfect oppurtuinity to tell her," He said smugly.
"And you blew it." "Oh shut up., Jin." "No. You know it's true. And besides,
you know that I don't shut up just because someone tells me to." Ping rolled
his eyes, reached over and smacked Jin upside the head and walked to the
lab. He saw Xani and groaned.
He tapped Francesca on the shoulder and
gave her the stuff. "Sank you." "Hey, no problem. Oh, and Xani-butt's back.
He's soaked and very dirty." Francesca chuckled and said "Deestract heem,
okay?" Ping nodded and left the room. Francesca set the roses on a table
a few feet away, when Kit came in. "Hey, Frankie." "Hi." "Ping's a good
guy, isn't he?" Kit found a beaker as she spoke and filled it with water.
"Well, yes. But..." "But what?" Kit put the roses in the beaker. "But eet
seems wierd zat a man of zer law and a car sief would be good friends. I
sink eet ees also strange zat I would have a crush on heem."
"Well, he
likes you, too. However, Ping hadn't said anything because of that same
perspective. Personally, I think that those perspectives are silly. I mean,
I don't think you can really help who you fall in love with." Kit heard
two people talking just then.
"Xani-butt's here. He's asking Ping where
you are. Ping's not saying anything, but instead, he's telling him to go
take a bath because he's very dirty." Slience, then Kit heard footsteps.
Ping came in, a smug look on his face as he held up a polaroid picture with
strain from trying not to laugh. "It looks like Jin's mini-polaroid camera
works. It is supposed to be tiny, but have big pictures fall out." Ping
gave Kit the picture and laughed. "I think it captured his filthy side,
don't you?"
The picture had Xani soaked. Aside from the blue paint, some
of which seemed to have come off, but was replaced by dried mud. His hair
had dried mud hainging off of it and was a bit puffy over his head. His
all-black ensemble had been replaced by shades of blue and light brown.
His face was streaked with light brown, too. Kit laughed and almost knocked
over the beaker with the roses in it. "Hey, hey, hey! Watch the beaker."
Ping said. "Those roses were expensive and I don't want to pay for a broken
beaker!" "Sorry about that." Kit said, said, still giggling as Francesca
measured the ingredients. "Eh. Don't worry about it." Kit picked up the
picture and left it by Francesca before she said "I've got to go take Blondie
to the vet."
Kit grabbed a black trenchcoat that Trinity of The Matrix
would wear and her keys, called the large, elegant, yellow dog and walked
out of the room and to her car. She saw that her car was, amazingly enough
still intact. She unlocked the car and let the dog in. Blondie hopped on
the passengar side and Kit sat in the driver's seat, being careful of the
coattails. When Blondie fastened her seatbelt, she started the car and they
were on their way.
At a stoplight, Kit took out a napkin from the glove
compartment, licked the napkin and cleaned the dried mud from her boot.
Blondie, meanwhile, was barking at a car. Kit looked up, saw a miniature
poodle in the back seat of the other car and shuddered. She knew all too
well that Blondie, for the most part, hated small dogs.
The dog even had
a "gang" back in Colorado Springs with one long-haired Chihuahua, but mostly
big dogs and some of them devoted most of their time to chasing small dogs.
They didn't hurt them, they just chased them until they felt like stopping.
Personally, the only thing that Kit thought the only things small dogs had
going for them were that they were cute, they didn't eat much and could
go anywhere. However, she liked bigger dogs because they were also cute,
but they were bodyguards, they scared people and they were otherwise more
useful and less annoying than small dogs.
When she got to the vet, she
parked, put Blondie's leash on and walked inside. Once in the waiting room,
Kit said to Blondie "Sit." The dog sat in an empty chair. "Stay." Kit walked
up to the reception desk, took a couple of hard candies and said "Excuse
me, but I'm here for my appointpent with doctor Kat'a." "Okay, ma'am. And
what is your name?" "Kit Anicato and Blondie's over there." Kit pointed
to Blondie, who was still on the chair.
The receptionist laughed and said
"That's cute. Did you teach her to do that?" "No, actually she did that
when she was younger. I just never bothered to correct her." "Anyway, Blondie
has to be weighed. Then, she can sit back where she was." Kit nodded and
said "Blondie, come." The dog climbed off of the chair and walked to Kit's
side.
Francesca was finally finished with the white putty-like compound and put
it in the container, before she put the container in a regular container
and was working on a remote detonator when Ping came in.
"Xani-butt is
done and he is coming, I tried to stop him, but he overpowered meheeheeheeheehee."
Ping started a fake sob and went to the floor on his knees, before he crumpled
to the ground, not looking up. Francesca looked at Ping with confusion,
before she said "Eet's okay. Get off your knees." "Thank you. You're the
woman. You've always been the woman."
"Stay here. Eef he followed you like
you say he deed, zen I'll probably need some help." "I got your back." Ping
assured her. "While I'm at it, I've got the rest of you covered, too."
"Sank you." Francesca gave Ping a peck on the cheek and hugged him. "I didn't
think that chemistry class is until Monday." Xani said, leaning against
the doorway. "I guess I was wrong." He came in. Francesca got this disgusted
look on her face, before she said "Leave us alone, okay? I do not feel like
dealing wis your bullsheet." Francesca kept working on the remote detonator.
"Why are you waiting for Ping-Ping to say what he feels?"
"Don't call me
Ping-Ping."
He ignored Ping and sat by Francesca and put his arm around
her. Francesca grabbed his arm-and twisted it to a 90-degree angle, hearing
a snap before letting go. "Get zis srough your seek head. I do not like
you, now weel I evair." "Aw. Well, I'm sure you'll come around, love." He
whispered something in her ear, a sly grin slowly spreading on his face.
Francesca's eyes grew wide, before she slapped him as hard as she could,
making him fall off of the stool. Ping stiffened up at the sound of that
*CRACK!* He sat up and glared at Francesca, holding his sore
cheek which
had now turned beet red with her handprint. "Sairves you right, you stupeed
bastard!" she snapped, ignoring the
shocked and amused look she got from
Ping. Even if he knew her very well, she still didn't look like the type
who would swear. "Not smart, pet." He told Francesca, before he lunged at
her. Ping was ready in case she needed help. The French woman, however,
saw this coming and moved away. With the knife edge of her hand, she hit
him on the vein in the shoulder. He was knocked out when he hit the ground,
but Francesca kicked him in the side with the toe of her stilletto boot.
"Xani's knocked out." "Excess rules when eet comes to revenge." "Good point.
Now, let's get out of here post-haste." The two left, Ping had Xani over
his shoulder, holding the container of plastic explosive and Francesca holding
the remote detonator.
When Kit got back, she saw Francesca. "What's up?" "Ze blue-eyed prick made
anozair pass at me." Kit rolled her eyes and said "When will he learn?"
"Well, Peeng srew heem een ze hospital weeng. Anyway, I have feeneeshed
ze plasteec exploseeve. I need to feeneesh ze remote detonatair. Go have
fun and I'll call you when eet ees ready." Kit nodded and left, an evil
grin on her face.
Kit was with her friends in the wreck room. She and James were playing Tony
Hawk on the Playstation, while Jin was showing Rehteah how to play pool.
"So, Kit," Reheah asked, distracting Kit for a moment. "What's with you
and Francesca?" "Oh, nothing much. Francesca is my best friend and an old friend of
the family.
Ping kind of has a crush on her, actually." Rehteah laughed and knocked
the nine-ball in with her cue, but she didn't care at the moment.
"It's
kind of a soap opera. I mean, Ping has a crush on Francesca, Francesca has
a crush on him and Xani hates them both, but likes to hit on her." "I know."
James said as he did a combination that earned him a lot of points. "But
that's the way it is, huh?"
"I'll say." Xani said. As he walked in, sat
on a couch and was watching them play. "Kit, your friend is a bitch." He
told her. "I know." Kit replied. "But don't think too much of it. She just
doesn't like you." As Kit spoke, she did a combo and landed on a rail.
"But why?" Kit sighed and said "Well, gee. I don't know. Could it be because
you're a creep who is either hitting on her, making fun of her accent or
both?" "Yeah, well. She should be grateful that I even look her way." "Pal,
you're not where you're from anymore, remember? You're in the Otherside
and that egotistical horseshit you're pulling won't fly here. How many times
must you learn this lesson?"
"About a million." James replied. "Or more.
You and I both know that he's as thick as the grease in a burger place's
grease traps." "Watch it, Delacour." "What? Both you and I know it's true."
"At least I don't wax my legs like a girl." "It's much better than shaving.
I don't get any wierd scars on my legs. Or my chest." James smirked and
added with slow precision "Or my face." That did it.
Xanotos dragged himself
off of the couch and launched himself at the blue-haired youth with burgundy-brown
roots. James, however, was very nimble and thus dodged him. The fight that
ensued was just a matter of evasion on James' part. Eventually, James got
behind Xani and got him in a full nelson. He then eased himself and his
opponent on the floor, James' feet on the back of his knees. James got up
after a while and started to speak to Kit.
Xani gave the blue-haired young man his "storm over the horizon" glare and
picked up a stool. Kit was about to point that out, but James already sensed
what was coming. "Kit, be a dear and hand me that rattan stick over there,
will you?" Kit nodded and did so. "Thanks, love." As Xani was about to hit
him over the head, James turned around and hit Xani's hands with a *CRACK!*,
making him drop the stool. He hunched up in agony as he felt intense pain
in his hands and he asked "How did you know?" "Easy. I smelled that you
were coming again and that you had a stool in your hand." "You people are
wierd, you know that?"
"Well," Kit replied as she walked up to James's side
and put a hand on his shoulder. "It depends on your Black Mask form, I guess.
I, for instance, turn into a tiger and thus I have great eyesight and an
equally good sense of smell, but I am most known for my hearing. James here
can turn into a dragon. He has good eyesight, like me, but he also has a
good sense of hearing, touch and more importantly, smell." Kit heard a ring
on her cell phone and picked it up. She started speaking in French, before
hanging up and saying "I've got to go. Francesca wants me to come with her
for something." Kit said, before walking out.
Kit found her friend in
one of the labs and asked "What's up?" "I'm feeneeshed wis ze remote detonatair."
"Okay." Kit and Francesca walked out to the parking lot.
As the youmg
women were walking by, Kit noticed Rehteah outside playing with Blondie.
Rehteah saw them and ran over. "What are you doing by Xani's car?" She asked
as Kit and Francesca set up the plastic explosive on the car. "We're going
to blow up Xani's car with plastic explosive." "That's what the white stuff
is?" "Yes." Rehteah smiled and started to sing
"Ten plastic explosive sitting
on a car,
Ten plastic explosives sitting on a car.
And if one
plastic explosive
Should accidentally go off,
There'll be no plastic explosive, And no bloody
car." Over and over while they worked. Kit thought it was funny, but Francesca
didn't get it, so Kit explained in French. Francesca laughed so hard, she
almost messed up a point. "It's not that funny." Kit said. "Sorry, but zere
ees not a song like zat een Nantes." "Hey, don't worry about it. We're almost done."
When
Kit and Francesca were done setting up, Francesca handed Kit the remote
detonator. Kit held it in her hand and said, pressing all sorts of buttons
"Bye bye car." Kit pushed the button that Francesca had labeled "I'll see
you in Hell." The car was engulfed by flames and the scene morbid. All three
females started to do their own happy dances, before Kit stopped moving.
"What is it?" "Xani's coming. And he sounds pissed. Let's get the hell out
of here." Rehteah nodded and flew up to a window, while Kit and Francesca
climbed up a tree. Rehteah opened the window and held it open for her friends.
When Francesca was inside, Rehteah and Kit shut the window.