Hi everyone. As I promised, here is my next chapter. Its a lot longer then the others because I didn't want to leave you guys with a cliffhanger. (Also I wanted to end a certain plot arc… which you'll see in the end of this chapter." And no, the story isn't over ye! Its an epic you know lol. Sorry for the spelling mystakes. I just been through an operation (wisdom teeth) and so after writing such a long chaper and having to do spell check, well It get tireing so sorry for any spelling mystakes that I've forgotten to get corrected.
Well here it is. Oh and I still live by my motto. :Longer chapers keep reader happy ^_^
:Kid, Serge and other ppl form Chrono cross are the… pro….zzzz zzzz zzz zzzz
Radical Dreamer Chapter 5
"No…." Kid went wide eyes. His silky hair glistened in the white beams of light. His built body was tightly covered by his business suite. His eyes looked her over, up and down.
He didn't remember her. Their adventures, their moments, their lives, their lov…. Kid didn't turn back and run, run away from the pain. She was so shocked, beyond belief. The man stared at her and sat back down. He started to look at some files as he motioned her forward.
Kid never moved.
Why should she meet him?
He didn't remember her.
She was a clone
A FAKE Schala.
In the end, Kid was destined to not have happiness.
She never did. All her life, she never had true bliss. Lucca was taken from her. Serge was taken from her, and in a way her identity and spirit was taken from her. In a way, it was all because of her face. That face that she had. It was the face of Schala, The Schala that was taken over by Lavos, The Schala who started everything, who started. . Her adventures and her losses. Was this some sort of stab at her heart, her heart that was the same heart as Schala, the real Schala.
Kid silently walked to the seated chair. It was full of black leather that stuck to her bottom. Kid started at Serge as he stared back. His seamen lips slowly parted to talk but before a sound escaped his lips, Kid couldn't contain herself.
"Yo Serge, LONG time no see ah? Good to see ya… I mean of course, for the..First time."
Kid felt her soul plunder to darkness, but her soul latched onto the rugged cliffs of her depression. No matter what she wasn't going to give. Hell no, she wasn't goin to be bloody weak… She was going to survive.
* * *
"Good morning Miss Zeal. Or should I call you.. Kid?" Serge's voice was full of charm. Uncharacteristic with the Serge she knew. The Serge she knew was innocent, an innocent sea boy who only knew of the sea. This serge in front of her was a lot older then her, about in his late 20's, and OBVIOUSLY not innocent. He probably got many women in bed with him. She herself wanted to go up to him at that moment and hit him, hit him for not being her serge, for not remembering. Love can truly kill a person. But in the case of Kid and Serge.. Would it?
"Good morning mate." Kid answered in her polite way.
"You look very beautiful today, I never knew I hired such a beautiful. Lass, (chuckle) well do you want something to drink. water… wine.?
"Your hardest stuff"
Serge was caught off guard. "My hardest stuff? Can you take it?"
"Definitely, trust me, at the moment I need it" Kid chuckled, and swiftly added smugly. "Never meant alcohol that could knock me off my feet. Still looking for that shot of a million. With that she winked at him. This was the characteristic Kid's way of doing business.
"I like your style", Serge slowly went up to Serge with her crystal glass. It sparkled in the light, and made little stars on the finely cut of glass that made the cup. He handed it to her and sat in front of her. He was so close, that she could smell his cologne. He eyes seeked her out. Trying to open her barriers. No man has ever succeeded though, not even HER Serge. She looked up at him and smiled. Slowly she flicked her golden locks and stared at him, as he did the same with his blue hair. His soft hands ran across his glass and continued to star at her. It was like they were both caught in a ballet of soft memories. Both feeling a pull, but not yet reaching it to close the gap between them. Kid put a hand on her chin trying to close the reactive energy seeping into the air. "Want did ya want me for?"
Every word that crept from his mouth, mad his lips come closer to hers.
"A job…"
"What kind?
"Personal"
"I don't do personal"
"Yes you do"
"No"
Yes"
"No" Kid's response was more of a whisper.
Serge kept staring at her and smiled.
"Come with me to the tropics…? That was all his response.
"To pilfer something?
"NO… to spend time with me."
"We just met Serge " That last sentence felt so wrong, but she wasn't a weak girl, she didn't believe to be manipulated, no matter by who. Even if her past was shrouded subconsciously to his, she couldn't let herself go down with him in the sheets. She didn't believe in making love yet, there was too much for her to do.
Serge gave a hearty laugh, and smiled back to Kid. "I want you to be my… bodyguard, in name only. Its political, and it will be even better if I had a… small, but beautiful bodyguard at my side.
Kids would have cracked up and made her characteristic replies just then, but because of the situation, she decided against it.
"Do I look "petit" to you? Do I look like a doll for ya to play with?
Serge continued to star at her. He eyes her bosoms contently. He had never seen such a vagrant women… girl before. He didn't know she would have such a free spirit, and he didn't know he would have to use his power.
"Its an order."
She truly hated this part, but she had to comply. This wasn't her Serge and that met that she had to continue to search. She needed his money. This little "vacation" was going to cost her big in her time. With smile, she agreed. "Does it feel good to have control?
Serge just stared at her, never having a sound escape his lips.
"Well, remember, its impossible to "control" me fully, I hope you remember that. Mate." With that she left, never looked back.
She felt so empty leaving that office. Her heart betrayed her for that moment when she was with him. A part of her wished that she did do want he "subconsciously want" her to do to him, but that was all in her despair to have the real Serge, her Serge.
Kid slowly started to walk home. Even though deep in her heart she felt brave and that her hope was great to find her serge. Even deeper in her heart and soul, there was a little voice.
It said that she would never have Serge because…
IN a way….
She wasn't even a real person.
She was an image of a person, a shadow.
A clown.
* * *
Serge continued to look at the door that he saw kid leave from. Yes he loved women, beautiful women that gave him much pleasure, but her… she was different. She had a soul, a deep soul that carried her voice in the wind. She wasn't those other women he came across. He never imagined that HIS thief was such a radical person. She was like a dream to him, a radical dream that would go in and out of his subconscious mind. Why was he thinking this way? Why? Her golden hair and eyes kept their imagery in his mind, not her breasts, which were the case with many women. His heart felt weak, not their strong passion that were the case most of the time. He layer their on his seat, as the door reopened.
A beautiful women came in with a satin gown. Her body flowed in and out of its shapely ripple, revealing her anatomy, which blew his mind. It was already noon, and his appointment couldn't be postponed. He'll have to wait later to think about Kid; right now her had other things to think about.
* * *
The sky was blue like crystal as the plain ripped through the sky. Kid couldn't see the ground anymore as the wings angled themselves towards the ground to make a sharp turn. The seats fabric pushed her bottom as she relaxed under its protection. She had her golden hair in her characteristic Kid way, including her red and white outfit. Besides her was Serge, still wearing his blue business suite. He kept eying her for some reason, having his stare returned from Kid. Her hands started to sweat as she felt his glare roam her eyes, not her body. It felt so weird to get such obvious attractive responses from Serge, compared to her Serge, which only left clues.
A stewardess swiftly came by serge's side offering drink. Her smile was very much choreographed to fit the occasion. Before Serge could reply, Kid sat up. This was going to be fun.
"Excuse me, mate, but can I have that. No food or drink is going to my boss's lips without my consent and knowledge that it'll be safe. His well being is top proprietary, if ya want to question by interrogation be my guest, but remember I love a god arse kicking, and your pink booty will do nicely." Kid topped that off with a smug smile and proceed to test the alcoholic beverage, consuming most of it or herself. She wasn't stupid, she knew that the drink was safe, but hell was she going to let good old Serge get all the fun. Serge stared at Kid and it seamed as if most of the time that he shrunk in his seat considerably. After she was finished she gave him the drink back, leaving almost a quarter of the drink left. She chuckled as she saw his expression. NO one made her do something that she didn't want, and that included being forced to "bodyguard" Serge. Serge stared at her with a little bit of amusement, and added as he drank. "You could have asked me to get you something, I'm looking forward to have you taste that "shot of a million" that you were talking about in my office." Serge chuckled as he stared the alcohol form within the glass.
"Trust me. You don't want to be there… I can get pretty dangerous for your "Pink" arse.
"I think it will be interesting.
Not for you mate, haha" Kid chuckled.
"I think it would.
"No it wouldn't"
Seeing you making an "arse " of yourself.
"…"
"Seeing you jumping"
"…"
"Laughing"
"…stop"
"Smiling"
"Bloody stop it." Kid whispered.
Finally her emotions caught on to herself as she held onto her seat.
Serge slowly bent towards her, having his salty lips against her ear.
"Wouldn't feel good to let yourself lose control.
"…n..no."
"Having your heart do something that it wants.
"…"
"Being for once… free."
Slowly Serge softly touched Kid's hand and slowly intertwined his figures in hers. Kid looked wide yes at their hands. She couldn't leave her eyes site away.
Serge looked at Kid's staring eyes at their hands. Her hand felt so soft, surprising for her Sharpe personality. He stared deep into her crystal blue eyes.
She would never know that…
For once in his life.
HE wanted to lose control.
* * *
It was a cool night, nice, hot and steamy. It had been the first night on the tropical resort and already there was a party to attend to. Kid slid through the crowds having every single gentlemen gawk at her beauty. She wore her long, blond hair in a wavy hairstyle; I looked like nice waves in her hair. Their crest would shine in the light, and glitter down her length. Her beautiful body appeared and disappears in the ripples of her golden dress. The silk slicked her skin, and made every curve nocitable. It had no chest opening, and went all the way up her neck, twisting around her neck and fall in a nice cascading shroud behind her. There was a slit up her left leg, which would show her leg as she walked across the floor. She chooses this style to lure people to think that she was a fragile innocent little girl. She was hired to be a bodyguard and she was going to do it. But to do her job right, she had to dress the part, and right then she was dressing to conceal her true motives. Her glossy lip shined through the light, which was the only make up that was on her near perfect face. Her dagger, which she held near her bosom, was her only true companion in her solo adventure and was her guide to the hearts of any enemies that even breathed on Serge's neck.
Serge was right behind her. He had on a silk business suite, but instead of a tie, he held a bow, which was yellow, all to complement Kid attire. His pants, as he moved showed there curves of his bottom, and his sleeves his the satisfaction of his strong arms. The ladies were quite impressed, and fell head over heals with is charming smile and rough appearance. Kid stopped at a table as Serge wrapped his arm around her waist. She flinched, but it wasn't a flinch of anger, but of… longing. She wished that her serge did that. His pirate look made her go head over heal. His bandana, and pant, shirt. It made her feel warm inside. He was so innocent and good, but his appearance showed off his rough body, and a rough personality that wasn't there.
Serge's hands slowly went below that area where she didn't eat any man to go, but before she could protest he stopped, feeling her tension. He slowly turned to her face. His eyes felt weird. It wasn't the eyes of a womanizer which he was certainly was, but of a confused man, a man that was lost in a sea of emotion. He cursed the day he say her in his office, and cursed her spirit for capturing him.
A group of people soon followed the couple, and Kid found herself in a sea of bodies all conversing with Serge. Her eyes never rested on one person as she scanned the crowned for any suspicion. Her job came first before conversation, which many men tried to do with her. She didn't find any superstition characters, but she found a lot of loot.
Once a thief, always a thief.
A group of friends attached themselves to Serge and Kid and finally Kid let go of her stares and got into the conversations. These people were certainly not her type. So well dressed and manner, nowhere near her type, or even her Serge's type. Her heart laughed as she noticed that she could easily act like them without any superstition… she was sooooo good.
A man slowly entered her field of vision and came up to her with a brunette. He eyes were full of jolly, and fun. She took a liking to him and the brunette very y quickly. Seems as if this couple enjoyed her treatment as an achier to this dreamy party full of beautiful, fake people and gold.
"Allow, haven't seen you around, another one of Serge toys, haha." The man boomed, as the brunette stared daggers into her husband. "Sleek…"
"Oh Angy, she knows I'm joking, its obvious she's not!"
"I like you, I like a good laugh." Kid smiled. She truly did like that comment that he made about her.
"You and I both." Angy soothed.
All three started to talk. Kid liked Sleek's humor, even though it was misplaced most of the time, and she liked Angy's down to earth attitude. Finally she had people to talk to who weren't shallow arses. Kid started to enjoy herself as she followed Serge through the crowed. Her joy was more of the fact that the man next to her as Serge. The feeling deep inside her wasn't love, damn right not, but more of lust. The level of lust never left her dreams. She just wasn't that type of person.
The music started to play, and a bunch of couples fell thought he floor and started to dance. It was more like a ballet. Kid smirked at the sissy dancing and gripped the hand of Serge. Hell ya, she knew how to dance. She could make any girl fall to her knees, just because she hated girl manners, she didn't enjoy to play "doll" a couple of times. Made her feel like a "women" like the women that Lucca mentioned in the letter she received when she awoke from her slumber after Serge helped her from her depression.
Kid slide into the dance floor and grabbed Serge controlling. Serge smirked and grabbed Kids bottom, causing Kid to flinch widely. Before she could react, he twisted her in the hair, in a piluette. He golden dress, shined, and twinkled in the light as it rapped around her in a twister. Her cascading shroud flew across the air and twisted around her body. Twisting back, she grabbed Serge's bottom back and started to do some feet work.. He grabbed her waste and tipped her over. Her hair flew wildly and silkingly across her face. Returning back se tipped him over, and put her face on his chest as everyone simply stared. With masterful feet. Both Kid and Serge twisted and moved like water across the dance floor, tipping, twisting and touching each other in a romantic but Sharpe angle of dancing that made everyone sweat. With a sharp movement the dance was over, Kid wiped her hair up in the air. Both flew off the floor and back into the crowed as the music returned too normal. Everyone congratulated her, but instead of the presence that Serge always held dear, he was simply looking at Kid. Unfortuanly she never returned his stares.
She forced herself not to.
* * *
She as so furious with herself. She hadn't wanted to make the dance too hot. She stopped her foot and went into her silken bed. Unfortunately she had to share the same room as Serge. If it were her Serge she would tease him about it due to the fact that she ha warned about this situation when he first met her. She still remembered that day so vividly, like it was a reflection in her mind. Slowly she undid her dress in the bathroom and entered her bed, never looking at the staring figure of confused Serge.
* * *
"Did you enjoy the dance?" Serge asked as he spread some butter on his morning toast.
Kid simply stared at him as she grabbed roughly a loaf of bread and tossed it into her eggs. The yolk twisted and turned as the bread sank into its surface. "Yes, but these people aren't my type."
Serge stared back onto his coffee, he felt a little hurt that she didn't enjoy his style at all. "Did you like the dancing?"
"Nah."
"..Oh" Was all Serge could muster. He never felt this way about a women, and know the women he was falling for, isn't like his style or… him.
"You gonna eat that mate, it'll get cold ya know." Kid broke his train of thought. He gave her a force wicked smile as he continued to eat his brunch. They both fell silent as they ate. Serge kept looking at Kid without even a little reaction from her, while Kid herself forced herself not to look at him. She felt as if she would betray her Serge's memory and her hope of she would fall for him, because in the end if she would go with this Serge, she would be gong for lust of serge, not his personality and spirit which she had fallen for in her Serge, not this one.
Serge's warmth filled him slowly as he kept staring at her.
Her golden hair, lay up all messily.
Her ravishing sharp eyes.
Her loud mouth.
No once did he look at her legs or breasts.
Not once….
He couldn't control himself. His yearning for her, reaching its limits. He heart pounded so loudly as he continued to stare at her. There was no lust, no sexual need. There was only her, kid, Schala Kid Zeal. His thief=f, his beautiful, wild thief. His hands were shaking as he slowly lifted his hand above the table. She never notice him
Never noticed his shaking hand.
His nervous hand.
Reaching over the table.
Touching her silken skinned cheek.
She looked back at him.
His hands were shaking.
He was so scared.
Would she reject him?
Would she?
"I…. Lo….lov….lo.." he was cut short by kids figure pressing his lips. She was closing her eyes shut, and was staring at the ground.
"Oh, mah god, he's… he's.. NO! It can't, I can't let him say this, and I can't let myself hear those words from the wrong person…. No." Kid screamed desperately in her mind. Her heart was shaking and thumping so loud that she could barely hear her rejection coming from her mouth.
His reaction was readable. His heart sank as she lips her rejection to him. Swiftly she took his shaking hand off of her chin and walked to the bathroom, muttering that she was going to shower. All he heard was a slam.
She never saw the tears rolling off his face.
* * *
Her shaking hands fell over the tap as she started her shower. Her cloths were in ahead on the floor. The water slowly dripped form the showerhead, and ran down her body, over bosom and bottom, letting little droplets of water cascade between her legs.
* * *
Serge felt no energy as he fell on the floor in despair. He had never let tears fall from his eyes… ever.
* * *
Her hands raised through the suds, and spreaded them through her body. The silken bubbles slipping across her body. She slammed herself on the wall of the shower and had her hands lazily caress her body. All she could do was stare through eh raining window.
* * *
Serge only stared at the half eaten bread of Kid; her smell still wreaking the room, and her cloths still littered her bed. He slowly took a handful of her blouse, its silken sheet caressing his shaking hands.
* * *
Her hair was wet through the water that glistened between its strands. The clear driblets of water cascading through her face as her eyes felt so much pain. He felt so real, so real like her Serge.
* * *
Slowly he walked to his bed and started to undress. His silken pants sliding down his legs, as he started to tear up.
* * *
Kid's hands were all across her body, as the suds caressed her arms, legs, bosom and legs. All she did was stare at the window in disbelief.
"I'll always be alone for how… I treated that man… for how my Serge will… probably treat me… when.. i.. fin…." Kid didn't continue her muttering as she slipped don onto the floor, as the water continued to spray her face as it stared into the stained window.
* * *
Serge, nude, walked to his closet to fetch some underpants. He started to rampage across the fabrics.
"Sorry"
Serge twirled back. That voice was… Kid? Serge stared at the golden beauty. She wore her traditional outfit, but instead had her hair down. Its glowing golden strands gleamed in the hair as she continued to walk towards him.
"I'm so, so sorry" She whispered.
She continued to walk towards him as she was just a foot away form him. He dropped the garment from his hand, and stared at her, in his nude, looking into her perfect blue eyes.
"…So….sorry" Kid whispered.
At that second, she slammed her knee into his chest.
He tumbled over, as she slammed her foot in a high kick to his face and continued with a jump kick, which made her twist like ma ribbon before making contact with his face again. Swiftly she slammed her should to his bruised chest. He flew to the bed and slammed his back on the wood, cause it to splinter at the shirr force of the impact.
Kid just stood their, her words like a claming whisper as she kept muttering sorry. With her head bowed low, she started to run towards Serge, and jumped high, feeling the force, she rebounded from the left wall, and ricocheted to the roof, where she grabbed the suspended bar of the bed blankets and swung towards Serge landing two feet on his chest. He flew onto the bed with a crash, having the bed fall apart from under him. Splinters, and wood fell over, as blankets were ripped, and spread across the room like air, like a dampened atmosphere. Serge couldn't breath and all he could see were his white sighed bed sheets floating in the air.
"..Kid…' Serge childishly whispered, his heart torn in many places.
"I'm so sorry Serge." Was all he heard, as the bed sheets separated to show Kid, dagger up flying towards his chest.
* * *
She acted before she heard the bang. She got up from the floor of the bathroom, and peered out form the stall. She definalty heard something. If sound and felt like an explosion. A dark feeling creped itself in her heart as she grabbed a towel. Her towel wrapped itself tightly around her body. Her feet lightly slapped the titles of the bathroom as she moves slowly towards the door. Creeping she grabbed her dagger, feeling the warm handle she slowly wrapped her hands on the knob, throwing it back, to release the door from its hedges. What she saw shocked her. Blankets. And splinters of wood were everywhere. On the bed, shocked her the most…
Bloodied Serge.
Kid ran swiftly across the room, trailing her towel behind. The open window flew back the wind, which carried her towel away, leaving her nude. Her bosoms flew up with her motions as she entered Serge's vision. He slowly smiled at her immodest attitude of her body. Kid ran up onto the bed and looked serge over. He had a stab wound in his heart, a fatal wound.
Kid went white.
Her heartbeat went wild.
FLASH
Serge had the dagger, ready to strike, but Kid, she felt an undealing amount of familiarity in lynx's eyes. They were the eyes of a seaman… Serge.
"NO.. I'm going to lose Serge… just like Lucca…. Serge… no!" Kid feverishly thought. Without a second thought, she ran between the blade and Lynx, dieing in the prospect of saving serge, having serge unharmed and…
safe.
FLASH
"No… I was supposed to… keep you safe…, your not supposed to end like this… you…" Kid's mouth went wild in disbelief, all those feelings of her past, of her Serge, of this Serge, everything from the beginning, started to pour out of her as she held the , naked, bloodies body of Serge. All he did was smile at her. His eyes twinkling in life as he saw the painful sorrow on kid's face.
"Damn…. You… look good… naked." He purred, but lost the momentum when he started to cough.
"You too mate, you too….. Serge, fight it, damn it fight it! Who did this to you… who… go no! please." Kid softly whispered as she saw the dieing body of a man that was the shadow of her serge.
Serge's hand slowly went up to her face and caressed her cheek. All he could do was smile. "I knew.. you had feelings… for me.. my thief.. I knew.. it." He coughed.
Kid could see that she was losing him. Her guilt override her and she did the only thing that anyone could ever do. She gave the dyeing man is only wish. Slowly she kissed him, passionately, having his tongue ravish hers. Their mouths coincided together in a ballet of beautiful. Serge would lean on, batting Kid' tongue playfully, but even she knew that his actions were pale in comparession to the actions he would have done on another situation. His tongue started to go slower, and more tired. Slowly she ended the kiss and stared into his eyes. She wanted to make him feel happy, before he left. Her hands slowly caressed his cheek, as his head rested between her bosoms.
"I knew you lo.. love me.. I knew it…: serge's voice slowly quivered as his eyes started to blank over.
" I knew nothing could.. come between us.. not even.."
Kid slowly stared at him, her heart racing as he slowly muttered his murderer.
"No one… could.. get between us….. not even… your.. sist…" With his dieing breath he kissed Kid's hand, and fell into internal slumber, his eyes staying in their loving stare towards Kid's eyes.
"My…sist…." Kid slowly repeated. Her heart exploded as realization hit her….
"My sister..?"
"No…"
"Oh god…."
"Schala."
To be continued
Was it alright? Do you think I went to fast with Serge's story arc? Comment if it went too fast. I didn't want you guys to think that Kid was going to fall in love for THIS Serge so I introduced and killed off him in one looooonnnnnnnnnnggggggg chapter. Was that ok?
