A New World Order
Chapter 3:
Pots and pans could be heard crashing together.
"Leena, do you want some help? I can cook you know." Krys offered.
"No that's alright, I'm almost done any ways." Was the reply.
"So you have no idea who you're looking for, but you won't give up even if this sounds totally loony?" Brad asked looking at the young woman in front of him.
"No, I refuse to give up. It may sound like I'm a total crack pot, but I know that I have to find him, the safety of the planet depends on us." She answered.
"Why do you say the safety of the planet depends on it?" Bit asked.
"I'm not sure, it's just this feeling I've had since I was a little girl." Krys explained.
"Hey people out there, dinner is ready! And if you expect me to cook for you every dang night, you're crazy!" Leena shouted.
The group of young adults all ran into the kitchen to grab their dinner, hoping that it would be eatable.
"We've got an extra room if you want to stay here for the night." Dr. Torrus offered.
"That would be nice. It's lonely camping out under the stars every night with Dague as my only company." Krys answered.
"You can have the room next to Brad's." He told her.
Krys thanked him again and went in search for her temporary room.
"You room's the second door on the right," Brad's voice drifted seductively across her ear.
"Thanks, I would have been lost without you," she smirked playfully.
"Any time," he replied entering the room next to hers.
"Dormi santi." She whispered before entering her own room.
In the morning, Krys rose before dawn as she had when she was all alone in the world. "Old habits die hard." She snapped as she peered out of her window.
Krys heard the reply in her mind, in your case it takes centuries!
"Very funny, I'm gonna see who is up at this awful hour." Krys laughed.
"Up so early?" Dr. Torrus asked as she entered the common room.
"This is late for me, I think its aggravating Dague, me getting up this early. Anybody else up?" She answered.
"Nope, everyone else likes to sleep in," he answered.
"Well, I know how to wake them up. Especially the guys." She smiled with that wicked smile that people get when the are hatching a plan in their mind.
"Obviously you've never tried to wake Bit up in the morning." He smirked.
"Obviously you've never smelt my cooking, nobody can resist it!" she replied and walked into the kitchen.
In ten minutes the wonderful smell of bacon drifted into the other rooms. The sweet smell of syrup followed. Slowly three sleepy bodies dragged themselves out of bed. Brad, Leena, and Bit all rubbed their eyes groggily.
"Morning," Krys greeted them as she handed them each a plate piled high with pancakes and bacon.
"Why did this have to smell so good? I was right in the middle of my favorite dream." Bit complained.
"Just eat it before it gets cold," Krys answered as she dug into her own pancakes.
The food was all eaten in less than ten minutes. Four young adults sat wide awake at the table staring at the dirty dishes.
"'Bit gets clean up!" Leena shouted before anyone could volunteer her.
"That's not fair, I cleaned up last time!" Bit complained.
"Not true, Brad did." Leena argued.
"Then I did it the time before." Bit whined.
"Nope, that was me." She continued.
"Then the time before." He kept on going.
"Nuhuh, that would have been daddy." She replied.
"Do they always argue like this?" Krys whispered to Brad.
"Yep, you'll get use to it in a couple days. It's just Harry that you won't get use to ever." He answered.
"The remind me of Leta and Bhen." She told him.
"Who?" he asked.
"Two people from my memories. They would always bicker like them two, they swore they hated each other but they ended up getting married right before the great evil. Everyone set bets on when they would get engaged, it was a big joke with everybody." She smiled at the memories.
Brad found Krys's smile comforting and strangely familiar, but when ever her tried to place the feeling it would always evade him.
Krys was having some of the same thoughts herself; she had noticed Brad's softened features when he was looking at her, am I falling for him? She asked her self.
Sorry this chapter is very good; I've been really stressed with school and now suffer from temporary writer's block. If you have any ideas for a story plot, they will be welcome. This is a desperate cry for help! Oh by the way I don't own Zoids. And please no flames, I feel like burning stuff right now so flames are not safe for me! Sorry if I take a while getting the next chapter up, I've got an evil English teacher that is making us read these stupid novels!