Disclaimer: I do not own any of the outlaw star crew. As for the people in
it they are people that I do know..so I assure you that they aren't
yours.but if they are please contact me and I will change it.
Content: Nothing to bad. A "inappropriate" word here and there. Child abuse. Not even child abuse.more like Jim abuse. But anyway... ::goes on mumbling to self since people obviously are no longer listening.::
Note: ^_^; thought I was dead didn'cha. ....they'll never take me alive. But where was I?.O yeah. I'm sorry for the delay on this chapter..I would say that I was busy but I wasn't. I'm the procrastination queen.
~*~Chapter Two~*~
~SLACKER! ~
(On planet Sentinel)
"GENE! GET OUT OF BED!" The small boy yelled from downstairs as he turned on the stove and walked over to the fridge, pulling out a carton of juice and a few eggs.
"GENE!?" He yelled again, turning to look in the direction of Gene's room.
No movement.
"GENE, COME ON!" He demanded a little loader. Some times he couldn't believe how lazy Gene really was.
Still nothing.
"O that's it" He mumbled and turned for the stares. Muttering profanities every step of the way. It was the same habitual series of proceedings every morning. Gene haled his smashed ass into bed about 3 in the morning, stayed in bed until damn near 1 in the evening, then was late to almost every other daily even that had been planed. Never any diverse.
He got to the top and glared at the sleeping mass that was his companion. Same as always; a seemingly lifeless corps lie dormant in the covers. Walking over to the side of the bed, he began to pull on the cover. After about 2 full minutes of getting nothing accomplished he proceeded to the other side of the bed.
"Baka, you over slept agai- o.o" 2 feet away from the bed Jim 'found' one of gene's shoes and tripped. "SHIT!" Jim yelled and landed with a thud. Another thing, he had noticed over the years that Gene had a tendency to void away from the more 'cleanly' way of livelihood.
Back on the bed a large pile of covers began to stir with a series of grunts and moans. "Jim, could you try to be a little quieter?" Gene pleaded in his half conscious state; not believing how rude some people could be. Jim's eye twitched as he began to grind his teeth. The last straw had just been taken.
Jim looked up at the bed with a blank stare. Gene had to be joking. he better have been joking. Jim questioned to himself. He then got up off the ground and placed a death glare on his face. He new very well what his chances of winning were, but at the time it all made perfect since.
"O, I'll keep it down," Jim rolled up his sleeves ".KAMAKAZE!!!" he screamed in mid air as he lunged at Gene. Gene, who's reaction time was severely altered due to a hangover, had just enough time to role over onto his back to look up at the child like form heading in his direction.
" What the-" Gene had just gotten out as Jim landed on his chest. The boy then grabbed a pillow and began assaulting gene. This went on for a few moments, Then, as the feathers cleared, gene stared up at the boy who was currently sitting on his chest grinning like an idiot. In Jim's mind, he was now even.
"Maybe next time you'll get up" Gene still glared up at the boy, completely silent. ".what.why are you looking at me like that?" The look still remained. Almost like gene wasn't exactly sure what to do about the current situation. ".your not mad are you- O.o;" Before Jim even got an answer he was already in a head lock, completely off the ground, feet dangling, gasping for air. Why didn't he see that coming.
"MAYBE NEXT TIME YOU'LL LEAVE ME ALONE YOU LITTLE RUNT!" Gene yelled as he proceeded to grind his knuckles into the poor kids scalp.
" Ha.ga.naa.." Jim attempted to stutter something out of his mouth; but was unable to do so for the reason that he couldn't breath. Gene looked down at the wiggling boy in his grasp curiously. He had to admit he did like to hear the boy attempt to yell back at him.
"What was that, shrimp?" he asked as he let his grip loss and placed his head by Jim's. He knew that no mater what happened he was going to get the ass beating of the century; so he may as well make this good. Jim stay completely still for a moment; then with one swift yet fluent motion flung his head back and bit the older man in the ear.
For a moment gene remained completely still; trying to contemplate why exactly it was that he had a sudden stabbing pain in his left ear. Then, it hit him. "WHAT THE!?" he screamed as he dropped Jim and placed a hand on his ear. He then proceeded to jump around and shriek like a drowning cat.
"^_^ That sucks doesn't it" Jim smarted off and began to laugh at the show gene was currently putting on. Gene heard the laughing and stopped; putting the pain that was consuming the whole left side of his head aside and slowly turning his head to face Jim, he spoke.
"It's soooo over" Gene grabbed his weapon of choice, which at the time was the only surviving pillow from there last brawl, and ran at Jim. Jim had minimal time to react, so took his only escape option; he dove completely under gene and took off running; Gene directly behind him. He maid it out of the room; though he wouldn't have even made it that far if he wouldn't have slammed the door in Gene's path. Jim heard a load thump behind him, followed by the sound of the door flying open. Jim stopped briefly to look back, seeing gene standing there with his hand on his fore head he assumed it was probably a good time to run again.
"HEY! HEY! NO FAIR YA DAMN APE!" Jim shouted up at gene; trying absolutely anything to outmaneuver his more athletic friend.
"APE!? THAT'S IT!" gene finally gained enough on Jim to reach out and grasp his arm. Picking Jim completely off of the floor he placed his knuckles on the boys scalp, grind them as hard as he could manage.
"YOUR LUCKY I'M IN A GOOD MOOD OR I'D ROLE YOUR ASS!" Jim yelled; attempting to make himself seem more aggressive then he really was. Gene couldn't believe that last remark. He removed his knuckles from Jim's scalp and grabbed the back of the boy's coat. Jim remained hanging in the air. Somewhat resembling a kitten being held by it's mother, and becoming as pissed off as any human being could ever accomplish. Jim had no clue of what was to coming next; honestly he wasn't sure he actually wanted to know. If he wanted to avoid an inevitable beating he had to get out of this now.
Jim dropped out of his jacket. He sat there on the floor staring blankly ahead of himself; quickly trying to gather his thoughts. "Wow.who would have ever thought that would have worked?" He commented to himself before getting up and looking back at Gene. Gene was still looking at the jacket in his hand, as if he couldn't quite grasp where exactly Jim had gone. Then he finally looked at Jim; both stared at each other momentarily. Jim then smiled and took off running. Gene reached out in an attempt to grasp another layer of Jims clothing but missed by mere centimeters.
"ggRRR COME BACK HERE DAMN IT!" Gene yelled after Jim.
"LIKE I'M REALLY GONNA LISTEN TO THAT REQUEST!" Jim yelled right back. Not missing a step as he headed for the steps.
Jim threw himself down the first few step and then made a beeline for the bottom. By now Gene had finally grasped the situation and headed after the panicking boy. He too started out of the room. By the time he got out Jim was already half way down the steps. This shouldn't be a problem Gene thought to himself as he dashed after Jim. For every single step Jim took gene took three. So by the time Jim had hit the landing Gene was no more then 3 feet behind him.
Jim ran into the kitchen, Gene hot on his feet. He turned the corner of the counter, practically preparing himself to be caught by Gene. By the sounds coming behind him he knew that Gene had to be right there. Gene threw out his hand in hopes to finally end this struggle. His hand so close that he could have grabbed the collar of Jim's shirt right then; but fate was currently working against him. His foot landed on a particularly slick tile and from there it was over it. Down he went. His hand still so close Jim could feel a gust of wind on the back of his neck. There was a very load thud, then silence.
Jim took an extra 4 or so steps before turning on his heals and looking back. There was nothing. An empty space replaced a scene that had once been an in raged redhead; quite debatably one of god's most horrifying creatures. Jim looked down. Gene was at present a broken mass on the cold tile floor.
Barley escaping from Gene Jim accepted this chance as a blessing from the good lord himself and darted out of the room; feet barley touching the ground as he sprinted.
Gene, however, was not near as "Blessed". He lay face first on the cold tile floor breathing deeply, his own warm breath forming a thin layer of humidity under his face. ".owe." Gene moaned as he slowly lifted himself off of the ground, making it a point in his mind to never run through the kitchen again with anything less then high traction running shoes on his feet.
He debated with himself weather or not he should continue chasing Jim; but that thought was quickly ruled out as it was replaced with the fact that Jim had to sleep sometime. With that he smiled and walked over the counter; grabbing a cup of coffee, cortices of Jim. From there he walked over to the table and sat down, slowly sipping the hot fluid.
He finally relaxed, leaning back in his chair he sighed, "God, the days only started and it's already screwed over" He mumbled to himself, trying to break the silence. When he finished the silence set in once more, only to be broken by the screeching of a telephone buzzer severely amplified by a hangover. "aahhHHH! WHAT NOW!" Gene growled and dove for the phone; not quite as graceful as he would have liked it to be but efficient enough.
".Starwind and Hawking enterprises" He started off in a seemingly kind tone. "How may I help you?" He then said completely switching his tone of voice over to -this-better-be-good- means. This threat however went un noticed by the man.
"Your Gene.right?" The man questioned lifting an eyebrow. The last thing he expected to hear on the other end of the receiver was some punk teenager that could be mistaken for some one that just came out of a 20- year coma.
"Yeah" Gene yawned in response; holding the phone between his ear and shoulder as he stretched out his arms. The man sat silent for a moment; deciding weather or not that he believe that it was in fact the man he wished to contact.
"Gene Starwind?" the man wanted to make sure that it was even the right Gene at all.
"Damn it is this a fucking questioner or did you wanna talk business" Gene yelled. Hitting his fist about a foot away from the phone and grasping the phone in his right hand once more. The last thing he wanted to do at this hour was to prove his identity to someone he didn't even know, or care to know for that matter. Gene's action, however, only made the man smile.
"You must be Gene, everyone said you could be a real hard ass when the occasion presented itself" He laughed. This only pissed Gene off more. Gene leaned in closer the phone, his finger hovering over the disconnect button.
The man took note of the long silence and assumed the obvious. "Your not even gonna hear me out?" The man asked Gene in an almost mocking tone. He was finding the whole situation terribly amusing. Gene couldn't believe it. It was almost like the guy was trying to play with his head; which honestly wasn't a very hard thing to accomplish at any time before noon.
Gene took in a long deep breath. "Look, if ya wanna talk then have at it. But if you called to try and start shit then don't waste my time. I've got better things to do" Gene barked. Knowing damn well that he had absolutely nothing to do at this time.
"Alright then" the man stated happily. " I was wondering if you could meet me some where so we could talk a little more privately. You must understand that this is a very gray request that must be asked and I can't very well have anyone hear in on this" The man spoke; his voice notably dropping in tone, but still managing to keep it's -in-good-spirits- tone.
"Something top secret huh?" Gene questioned in a voice almost to series for the situation. "Look pall, I guarantee the phone lines here aren't bugged" these words dripped with sarcasm and Gene rolled his eyes for a final upshot. Not even knowing why he rolled his eyes; he was the only one in the room after all.
"Here's the deal," The man spoke in an -as-a-matter-of-fact- voice. "You've already talked to me. There gonna assume you already have it, or will obtain it within the day. It's also pretty obvious that they already know I've contacted you, they've probably known before you even picked up the phone. They're most likely coming as we speak, weather or not there going to go after me first or you is the only debatable thing in this entire conversation." He paused momentarily, seeing if Gene had anything to say thus far. "Just meet me some where and we can discuses this whole mess further. How's Clides sound? 10 O' Clock." The mans voice as well as attitude had completely changed. It no longer sounded care free but now very gray and severe. "Good luck kid" the man finally said as he hung up the phone; not even weighting for a response.
Their Gene stood. Leaning on the wall, staring blankly into space. This was probably the second to last thing he expected to hear on the phone. The last thing being -welcome to McDonalds, how may I serve you?-.
Gene still remain with the phone to his ear; as if he wasn't sure weather or not the conversation was truly over yet. This all sounded so strange. He wanted to simply regard this incident as a prank or perhaps even the wrong number but there was just something about how the man sounded; he sounded so serious, maybe even desperate.
With that thought Gene finally hung up the phone. Staling his hand on the receiver for a few extra seconds; still trying to sort out what was going on. Jim reentering the room soon cut through his thoughts.
"Who was that?" Jim asked as he walked back over to his previously started breakfast creation; making sure to keep a safe distance from Gene's grabbing range.
".." Gene didn't answer. He remained staring at the phone as if it was a bomb.
".Gene.what the hell happened? Is something wrong?" Jim asked; a little concerned as to what could have been said on the phone to make Gene space out like this. "Did some chick drop your sorry ass?" Jim lightly smiled, saying this not to be mean but to get a reaction out of gene. Good or bad didn't figure. But Gene acted as if he didn't even here Jim. .He isn't going to kill me.is this a sign of the apocalypse or something? Jim thought. Maybe Gene's finally drank so much that enough brain cells have been killed to send him into a coma like state. Jim laughed at the thought and preceded to poor a glass of coffee for himself.
Gene finally snapped out of it. "What's that JAMES?" Gene said. Making sure to pronounce every part of Jim's full name as clearly as possible. "Is their something amusing going on here?" Gene turned to face Jim; preparing for a second phase in his attack.
At that moment about a million possible candidates to insult Gene ran through Jim's mind, but he wasn't quite sure of weather or not he was ready to accept the consequences that would surly follow his actions. So he thought of another coerce of conversation to start; one that wouldn't end with him out cold. "You know were runnin pretty low on money Gene." He stated. Knowing very well that Gene was already fully aware of their financial situation but it making a valid -save-my-ass- conversation nonetheless.
"Yer point?" Gene responded; sitting back down at his previously neglected coffee.
"The rents due in one week" Jim took a seat across from Gene; his feet not touching the ground and the top of the table coming up to the upper part of his torso.
".Is not," Gene said after pausing for a moment. Not really being sure weather or not Jim was correct.
"Yeah.it is. You got the letter last week. Remember?" Jim shot back.
"No it's not" Gene remarked; sipping his coffee that as of now was basically at room temperature. "Damn it" Gene hissed as he sat the coffee cup down. Not really feeling like drinking cold coffee; but truly not feeling like getting up for another cup.
"DAMN IT GENE" Jim yelled and got up from the table. He proceeded to head to the other side of the room; leaving his coffee unwatched. Gene listened as he herd the sound of papers rustling. What the hell Gene reasoned with himself as he took Jim's coffee cup and held it over his own; poring the still hot liquid into his half empty cup. He then set the cup back down and started to drink his now recharged coffee.
"Here it is" Jim set the paper down in front of Gene; pointing at the bright red box with the words -final notice- inside. Jim sat down and grabbed his coffee cup. "I told you." He went to take a drink and realized that the cup was damn near 3/4ths empty.
"What the hell!?" Jim questioned; placing a finger in the mug to make sure that something wasn't wrong with his mouth. "ggrrRRR, YOU DRANK IT!" Jim shouted; slamming his cup down.
"I did you a favor" gene commented back as he drank his fairly warm caffeine fix.
"WHAT!?!" Jim asked confusingly. Really not quite clear on the meaning that Gene was making.
Gene stopped drinking and looked at Jim. "Coffee stunts your growth. To much more of it and I may have to get the booster seat back out ya damn runt." Gene finished. Knowing what effects that the prior statement would have on the small boy. Smiling at the destruction he left behind.
Some people may say that was the last straw, others that it was the pound that broke the camels back. Jim didn't care; all he knew was that a war had just been started. ".Take that back" Jim growled dangerously low. Standing up on the chair and looking Gene in the eyes.
"Hey look" Gene smiled. "Your almost as tall as me now" he commenting bringing attention to the fact that even on a chair Jim wasn't all that much taller.
"TAKE IT BACK!" Jim growled louder.
"Is that a request or a demand?" Gene commented as he pushed aside his mug and returned Jim's glare. "The problem here is I don't really see anyone that can make me," Gene said as he looked around the room to put emphasis on his statement. "Unless of course," Gene snickered, "little Jimmy wants to try and do something about it." Gene grabbed one of Jim's cheeks and pinched.
Jim was outraged. Nothing that could have slipped out of that Baka's mouth could have even come close to what he had just done. "YOU IMACHURE SOCIAL REGECT! YOUR SO DEAD!" and with that said Jim jumped at Gene. Well aware that his ass was as good as dead but planning to add a few scars at any rate.
This took Gene by surprise. He thought he had at least 4 more insults before the boy would even think about taking the situation up a level; so Gene fell back in his chair. Taking Jim with him. They both hit the floor, Jim still swinging.
"Holly shit calm down." Gene requested as he grabbed both of Jim's fists. "Sorry. Don't take the comment so literally." Gene commented as he sat up. This rolling Jim off of him and onto the floor.
"If every body took everything as "Non literally" as you nothing would get done. The world would stop functioning." Jim commented. "All you have to do is get out and get a damn job. Nothing big even. Just something to keep us off the street for now. I can make enough to keep us feed but I'm not old enough to get a job that pays enough to handle the rent. You know that." Jim opened his mouth and took another breath so he could continue however was cut off .
"Alright alright damn it. I'll get the damn money. Besides, I already have a job in mind." Gene said smiling. He got up and walked over to the couch, picking up a pair of previously discarded pants and putting them on, then slipping on his shoes. " I gadda run a few errands first then I'll get on it." He paused long enough to pull a shirt over his head and pull on his jacket. "I'll have enough money by next week" he walked towards the door.
".What job?" Jim questioned; still sitting on the floor. "Gene? What job?" Gene acted like he didn't here him to avoid having to explain that whole damn phone incident again.
"I'll catch ya latter Jim" Gene said as he waved and ran down the hall.
Jim stared blankly at the door. Not sure exactly what Gene had up his sleeve but knowing it sure as hell wouldn't end pretty. Did it ever?
Authors note: OMG!!!!!!!!!! ::pulls self off of floor and back to computer:: ::covered in blood and dirt with very pail skin:: I LIVE.MWHA HA HA HA HA ..::room is silent:: .......sorry...I had some incidents preventing me from posting this sooner..I should be dead..^_^; god bless the T-virus. ::leaves room to call news paper and have her name taken out of the obituaries::
Next chapter: Gene and the crew of the Mukai are finally going to meet. -_- ; never thought it would happen did'cha? And as always reviews are always welcome..::said desperately:: PLEASE!!!!!!!!!1 ;_;
Content: Nothing to bad. A "inappropriate" word here and there. Child abuse. Not even child abuse.more like Jim abuse. But anyway... ::goes on mumbling to self since people obviously are no longer listening.::
Note: ^_^; thought I was dead didn'cha. ....they'll never take me alive. But where was I?.O yeah. I'm sorry for the delay on this chapter..I would say that I was busy but I wasn't. I'm the procrastination queen.
~*~Chapter Two~*~
~SLACKER! ~
(On planet Sentinel)
"GENE! GET OUT OF BED!" The small boy yelled from downstairs as he turned on the stove and walked over to the fridge, pulling out a carton of juice and a few eggs.
"GENE!?" He yelled again, turning to look in the direction of Gene's room.
No movement.
"GENE, COME ON!" He demanded a little loader. Some times he couldn't believe how lazy Gene really was.
Still nothing.
"O that's it" He mumbled and turned for the stares. Muttering profanities every step of the way. It was the same habitual series of proceedings every morning. Gene haled his smashed ass into bed about 3 in the morning, stayed in bed until damn near 1 in the evening, then was late to almost every other daily even that had been planed. Never any diverse.
He got to the top and glared at the sleeping mass that was his companion. Same as always; a seemingly lifeless corps lie dormant in the covers. Walking over to the side of the bed, he began to pull on the cover. After about 2 full minutes of getting nothing accomplished he proceeded to the other side of the bed.
"Baka, you over slept agai- o.o" 2 feet away from the bed Jim 'found' one of gene's shoes and tripped. "SHIT!" Jim yelled and landed with a thud. Another thing, he had noticed over the years that Gene had a tendency to void away from the more 'cleanly' way of livelihood.
Back on the bed a large pile of covers began to stir with a series of grunts and moans. "Jim, could you try to be a little quieter?" Gene pleaded in his half conscious state; not believing how rude some people could be. Jim's eye twitched as he began to grind his teeth. The last straw had just been taken.
Jim looked up at the bed with a blank stare. Gene had to be joking. he better have been joking. Jim questioned to himself. He then got up off the ground and placed a death glare on his face. He new very well what his chances of winning were, but at the time it all made perfect since.
"O, I'll keep it down," Jim rolled up his sleeves ".KAMAKAZE!!!" he screamed in mid air as he lunged at Gene. Gene, who's reaction time was severely altered due to a hangover, had just enough time to role over onto his back to look up at the child like form heading in his direction.
" What the-" Gene had just gotten out as Jim landed on his chest. The boy then grabbed a pillow and began assaulting gene. This went on for a few moments, Then, as the feathers cleared, gene stared up at the boy who was currently sitting on his chest grinning like an idiot. In Jim's mind, he was now even.
"Maybe next time you'll get up" Gene still glared up at the boy, completely silent. ".what.why are you looking at me like that?" The look still remained. Almost like gene wasn't exactly sure what to do about the current situation. ".your not mad are you- O.o;" Before Jim even got an answer he was already in a head lock, completely off the ground, feet dangling, gasping for air. Why didn't he see that coming.
"MAYBE NEXT TIME YOU'LL LEAVE ME ALONE YOU LITTLE RUNT!" Gene yelled as he proceeded to grind his knuckles into the poor kids scalp.
" Ha.ga.naa.." Jim attempted to stutter something out of his mouth; but was unable to do so for the reason that he couldn't breath. Gene looked down at the wiggling boy in his grasp curiously. He had to admit he did like to hear the boy attempt to yell back at him.
"What was that, shrimp?" he asked as he let his grip loss and placed his head by Jim's. He knew that no mater what happened he was going to get the ass beating of the century; so he may as well make this good. Jim stay completely still for a moment; then with one swift yet fluent motion flung his head back and bit the older man in the ear.
For a moment gene remained completely still; trying to contemplate why exactly it was that he had a sudden stabbing pain in his left ear. Then, it hit him. "WHAT THE!?" he screamed as he dropped Jim and placed a hand on his ear. He then proceeded to jump around and shriek like a drowning cat.
"^_^ That sucks doesn't it" Jim smarted off and began to laugh at the show gene was currently putting on. Gene heard the laughing and stopped; putting the pain that was consuming the whole left side of his head aside and slowly turning his head to face Jim, he spoke.
"It's soooo over" Gene grabbed his weapon of choice, which at the time was the only surviving pillow from there last brawl, and ran at Jim. Jim had minimal time to react, so took his only escape option; he dove completely under gene and took off running; Gene directly behind him. He maid it out of the room; though he wouldn't have even made it that far if he wouldn't have slammed the door in Gene's path. Jim heard a load thump behind him, followed by the sound of the door flying open. Jim stopped briefly to look back, seeing gene standing there with his hand on his fore head he assumed it was probably a good time to run again.
"HEY! HEY! NO FAIR YA DAMN APE!" Jim shouted up at gene; trying absolutely anything to outmaneuver his more athletic friend.
"APE!? THAT'S IT!" gene finally gained enough on Jim to reach out and grasp his arm. Picking Jim completely off of the floor he placed his knuckles on the boys scalp, grind them as hard as he could manage.
"YOUR LUCKY I'M IN A GOOD MOOD OR I'D ROLE YOUR ASS!" Jim yelled; attempting to make himself seem more aggressive then he really was. Gene couldn't believe that last remark. He removed his knuckles from Jim's scalp and grabbed the back of the boy's coat. Jim remained hanging in the air. Somewhat resembling a kitten being held by it's mother, and becoming as pissed off as any human being could ever accomplish. Jim had no clue of what was to coming next; honestly he wasn't sure he actually wanted to know. If he wanted to avoid an inevitable beating he had to get out of this now.
Jim dropped out of his jacket. He sat there on the floor staring blankly ahead of himself; quickly trying to gather his thoughts. "Wow.who would have ever thought that would have worked?" He commented to himself before getting up and looking back at Gene. Gene was still looking at the jacket in his hand, as if he couldn't quite grasp where exactly Jim had gone. Then he finally looked at Jim; both stared at each other momentarily. Jim then smiled and took off running. Gene reached out in an attempt to grasp another layer of Jims clothing but missed by mere centimeters.
"ggRRR COME BACK HERE DAMN IT!" Gene yelled after Jim.
"LIKE I'M REALLY GONNA LISTEN TO THAT REQUEST!" Jim yelled right back. Not missing a step as he headed for the steps.
Jim threw himself down the first few step and then made a beeline for the bottom. By now Gene had finally grasped the situation and headed after the panicking boy. He too started out of the room. By the time he got out Jim was already half way down the steps. This shouldn't be a problem Gene thought to himself as he dashed after Jim. For every single step Jim took gene took three. So by the time Jim had hit the landing Gene was no more then 3 feet behind him.
Jim ran into the kitchen, Gene hot on his feet. He turned the corner of the counter, practically preparing himself to be caught by Gene. By the sounds coming behind him he knew that Gene had to be right there. Gene threw out his hand in hopes to finally end this struggle. His hand so close that he could have grabbed the collar of Jim's shirt right then; but fate was currently working against him. His foot landed on a particularly slick tile and from there it was over it. Down he went. His hand still so close Jim could feel a gust of wind on the back of his neck. There was a very load thud, then silence.
Jim took an extra 4 or so steps before turning on his heals and looking back. There was nothing. An empty space replaced a scene that had once been an in raged redhead; quite debatably one of god's most horrifying creatures. Jim looked down. Gene was at present a broken mass on the cold tile floor.
Barley escaping from Gene Jim accepted this chance as a blessing from the good lord himself and darted out of the room; feet barley touching the ground as he sprinted.
Gene, however, was not near as "Blessed". He lay face first on the cold tile floor breathing deeply, his own warm breath forming a thin layer of humidity under his face. ".owe." Gene moaned as he slowly lifted himself off of the ground, making it a point in his mind to never run through the kitchen again with anything less then high traction running shoes on his feet.
He debated with himself weather or not he should continue chasing Jim; but that thought was quickly ruled out as it was replaced with the fact that Jim had to sleep sometime. With that he smiled and walked over the counter; grabbing a cup of coffee, cortices of Jim. From there he walked over to the table and sat down, slowly sipping the hot fluid.
He finally relaxed, leaning back in his chair he sighed, "God, the days only started and it's already screwed over" He mumbled to himself, trying to break the silence. When he finished the silence set in once more, only to be broken by the screeching of a telephone buzzer severely amplified by a hangover. "aahhHHH! WHAT NOW!" Gene growled and dove for the phone; not quite as graceful as he would have liked it to be but efficient enough.
".Starwind and Hawking enterprises" He started off in a seemingly kind tone. "How may I help you?" He then said completely switching his tone of voice over to -this-better-be-good- means. This threat however went un noticed by the man.
"Your Gene.right?" The man questioned lifting an eyebrow. The last thing he expected to hear on the other end of the receiver was some punk teenager that could be mistaken for some one that just came out of a 20- year coma.
"Yeah" Gene yawned in response; holding the phone between his ear and shoulder as he stretched out his arms. The man sat silent for a moment; deciding weather or not that he believe that it was in fact the man he wished to contact.
"Gene Starwind?" the man wanted to make sure that it was even the right Gene at all.
"Damn it is this a fucking questioner or did you wanna talk business" Gene yelled. Hitting his fist about a foot away from the phone and grasping the phone in his right hand once more. The last thing he wanted to do at this hour was to prove his identity to someone he didn't even know, or care to know for that matter. Gene's action, however, only made the man smile.
"You must be Gene, everyone said you could be a real hard ass when the occasion presented itself" He laughed. This only pissed Gene off more. Gene leaned in closer the phone, his finger hovering over the disconnect button.
The man took note of the long silence and assumed the obvious. "Your not even gonna hear me out?" The man asked Gene in an almost mocking tone. He was finding the whole situation terribly amusing. Gene couldn't believe it. It was almost like the guy was trying to play with his head; which honestly wasn't a very hard thing to accomplish at any time before noon.
Gene took in a long deep breath. "Look, if ya wanna talk then have at it. But if you called to try and start shit then don't waste my time. I've got better things to do" Gene barked. Knowing damn well that he had absolutely nothing to do at this time.
"Alright then" the man stated happily. " I was wondering if you could meet me some where so we could talk a little more privately. You must understand that this is a very gray request that must be asked and I can't very well have anyone hear in on this" The man spoke; his voice notably dropping in tone, but still managing to keep it's -in-good-spirits- tone.
"Something top secret huh?" Gene questioned in a voice almost to series for the situation. "Look pall, I guarantee the phone lines here aren't bugged" these words dripped with sarcasm and Gene rolled his eyes for a final upshot. Not even knowing why he rolled his eyes; he was the only one in the room after all.
"Here's the deal," The man spoke in an -as-a-matter-of-fact- voice. "You've already talked to me. There gonna assume you already have it, or will obtain it within the day. It's also pretty obvious that they already know I've contacted you, they've probably known before you even picked up the phone. They're most likely coming as we speak, weather or not there going to go after me first or you is the only debatable thing in this entire conversation." He paused momentarily, seeing if Gene had anything to say thus far. "Just meet me some where and we can discuses this whole mess further. How's Clides sound? 10 O' Clock." The mans voice as well as attitude had completely changed. It no longer sounded care free but now very gray and severe. "Good luck kid" the man finally said as he hung up the phone; not even weighting for a response.
Their Gene stood. Leaning on the wall, staring blankly into space. This was probably the second to last thing he expected to hear on the phone. The last thing being -welcome to McDonalds, how may I serve you?-.
Gene still remain with the phone to his ear; as if he wasn't sure weather or not the conversation was truly over yet. This all sounded so strange. He wanted to simply regard this incident as a prank or perhaps even the wrong number but there was just something about how the man sounded; he sounded so serious, maybe even desperate.
With that thought Gene finally hung up the phone. Staling his hand on the receiver for a few extra seconds; still trying to sort out what was going on. Jim reentering the room soon cut through his thoughts.
"Who was that?" Jim asked as he walked back over to his previously started breakfast creation; making sure to keep a safe distance from Gene's grabbing range.
".." Gene didn't answer. He remained staring at the phone as if it was a bomb.
".Gene.what the hell happened? Is something wrong?" Jim asked; a little concerned as to what could have been said on the phone to make Gene space out like this. "Did some chick drop your sorry ass?" Jim lightly smiled, saying this not to be mean but to get a reaction out of gene. Good or bad didn't figure. But Gene acted as if he didn't even here Jim. .He isn't going to kill me.is this a sign of the apocalypse or something? Jim thought. Maybe Gene's finally drank so much that enough brain cells have been killed to send him into a coma like state. Jim laughed at the thought and preceded to poor a glass of coffee for himself.
Gene finally snapped out of it. "What's that JAMES?" Gene said. Making sure to pronounce every part of Jim's full name as clearly as possible. "Is their something amusing going on here?" Gene turned to face Jim; preparing for a second phase in his attack.
At that moment about a million possible candidates to insult Gene ran through Jim's mind, but he wasn't quite sure of weather or not he was ready to accept the consequences that would surly follow his actions. So he thought of another coerce of conversation to start; one that wouldn't end with him out cold. "You know were runnin pretty low on money Gene." He stated. Knowing very well that Gene was already fully aware of their financial situation but it making a valid -save-my-ass- conversation nonetheless.
"Yer point?" Gene responded; sitting back down at his previously neglected coffee.
"The rents due in one week" Jim took a seat across from Gene; his feet not touching the ground and the top of the table coming up to the upper part of his torso.
".Is not," Gene said after pausing for a moment. Not really being sure weather or not Jim was correct.
"Yeah.it is. You got the letter last week. Remember?" Jim shot back.
"No it's not" Gene remarked; sipping his coffee that as of now was basically at room temperature. "Damn it" Gene hissed as he sat the coffee cup down. Not really feeling like drinking cold coffee; but truly not feeling like getting up for another cup.
"DAMN IT GENE" Jim yelled and got up from the table. He proceeded to head to the other side of the room; leaving his coffee unwatched. Gene listened as he herd the sound of papers rustling. What the hell Gene reasoned with himself as he took Jim's coffee cup and held it over his own; poring the still hot liquid into his half empty cup. He then set the cup back down and started to drink his now recharged coffee.
"Here it is" Jim set the paper down in front of Gene; pointing at the bright red box with the words -final notice- inside. Jim sat down and grabbed his coffee cup. "I told you." He went to take a drink and realized that the cup was damn near 3/4ths empty.
"What the hell!?" Jim questioned; placing a finger in the mug to make sure that something wasn't wrong with his mouth. "ggrrRRR, YOU DRANK IT!" Jim shouted; slamming his cup down.
"I did you a favor" gene commented back as he drank his fairly warm caffeine fix.
"WHAT!?!" Jim asked confusingly. Really not quite clear on the meaning that Gene was making.
Gene stopped drinking and looked at Jim. "Coffee stunts your growth. To much more of it and I may have to get the booster seat back out ya damn runt." Gene finished. Knowing what effects that the prior statement would have on the small boy. Smiling at the destruction he left behind.
Some people may say that was the last straw, others that it was the pound that broke the camels back. Jim didn't care; all he knew was that a war had just been started. ".Take that back" Jim growled dangerously low. Standing up on the chair and looking Gene in the eyes.
"Hey look" Gene smiled. "Your almost as tall as me now" he commenting bringing attention to the fact that even on a chair Jim wasn't all that much taller.
"TAKE IT BACK!" Jim growled louder.
"Is that a request or a demand?" Gene commented as he pushed aside his mug and returned Jim's glare. "The problem here is I don't really see anyone that can make me," Gene said as he looked around the room to put emphasis on his statement. "Unless of course," Gene snickered, "little Jimmy wants to try and do something about it." Gene grabbed one of Jim's cheeks and pinched.
Jim was outraged. Nothing that could have slipped out of that Baka's mouth could have even come close to what he had just done. "YOU IMACHURE SOCIAL REGECT! YOUR SO DEAD!" and with that said Jim jumped at Gene. Well aware that his ass was as good as dead but planning to add a few scars at any rate.
This took Gene by surprise. He thought he had at least 4 more insults before the boy would even think about taking the situation up a level; so Gene fell back in his chair. Taking Jim with him. They both hit the floor, Jim still swinging.
"Holly shit calm down." Gene requested as he grabbed both of Jim's fists. "Sorry. Don't take the comment so literally." Gene commented as he sat up. This rolling Jim off of him and onto the floor.
"If every body took everything as "Non literally" as you nothing would get done. The world would stop functioning." Jim commented. "All you have to do is get out and get a damn job. Nothing big even. Just something to keep us off the street for now. I can make enough to keep us feed but I'm not old enough to get a job that pays enough to handle the rent. You know that." Jim opened his mouth and took another breath so he could continue however was cut off .
"Alright alright damn it. I'll get the damn money. Besides, I already have a job in mind." Gene said smiling. He got up and walked over to the couch, picking up a pair of previously discarded pants and putting them on, then slipping on his shoes. " I gadda run a few errands first then I'll get on it." He paused long enough to pull a shirt over his head and pull on his jacket. "I'll have enough money by next week" he walked towards the door.
".What job?" Jim questioned; still sitting on the floor. "Gene? What job?" Gene acted like he didn't here him to avoid having to explain that whole damn phone incident again.
"I'll catch ya latter Jim" Gene said as he waved and ran down the hall.
Jim stared blankly at the door. Not sure exactly what Gene had up his sleeve but knowing it sure as hell wouldn't end pretty. Did it ever?
Authors note: OMG!!!!!!!!!! ::pulls self off of floor and back to computer:: ::covered in blood and dirt with very pail skin:: I LIVE.MWHA HA HA HA HA ..::room is silent:: .......sorry...I had some incidents preventing me from posting this sooner..I should be dead..^_^; god bless the T-virus. ::leaves room to call news paper and have her name taken out of the obituaries::
Next chapter: Gene and the crew of the Mukai are finally going to meet. -_- ; never thought it would happen did'cha? And as always reviews are always welcome..::said desperately:: PLEASE!!!!!!!!!1 ;_;