A.N: Oh no. X_X *edges away from her reviewers* I'm sorry! I'm just a feeble blonde full of broken promises! Don't kill meeeeeeeee! *hides under her coffee cup* Er, the next chapter is out. A few days late. Heh? O.O;;
Paradoxical: Muffin. -_-
Firefly-chan: Am not! =P
Rank and File
Chapter Eleven
By Firefly-chan
Wee. Life's a bitch.
Hey, guess what day it is? Go ahead, guess!
...
Well, if you're stupid and have no idea what I'm talking about, then I suppose I'll tell you. It's Friday night. Y'know, the night of Panix's party. And, due to Kai's jackass-like qualities, I am forced to go against my will.
Wee. Kai's a bitch.
Of course, the day just had to go by so fast giving me no time to prepare before the party. I was leaving in around ten minutes with Celestyn, Blaze, and Raquel. They weren't here yet and I guess I could have the choice of running out of my house and never looking back but then I think someone will just find me anyway. Damned karma.
I placed down the magazine on the coffee table, standing up from the couch and stretching my arms above my head. I glanced down at my watch on my wrist, figuring that the three idiots--ahem, I mean--the three "intelligent, lovely" people would be here soon. 'Might as well get ready to leave,' I thought grudgingly, sliding on my shoes and my jacket before opening the front door and stepping outside.
I leaned against the railing, craning my head to look over my shoulder at the empty street. I must've stared at the leaves blowing across the pavement for, like, five minutes or so before I finally saw Raquel's dark blue Jeep pull into the driveway. I sighed and dropped my hands from the rail, starting down the steps.
"What are you doing?" Raquel asked, stepping from her car and staring at me.
"I'm getting into the car," I said, blinking.
Then I noticed something.
She had a costume on. A cat one. An evil looking cat one but it was still a costume.
"Oh no," I held up my hands, stepping back. "I guess I can't go if this is a costume party. I don't have a costume."
Raquel beamed, brushing a stray lock of brown hair from her eyes. "I figured you'd forget your costume, knowing how forgetful you are--"
"Yeah, that's just to bad," I continued, turning and heading back up the steps.
"--I don't mean that as offense Tyson, because you're not always forgetful. But you have to admit that you are sometimes so it's not like I'm accusing you of anything but--"
"Just tell Kai that I didn't have a costume so I couldn't go. Have fun," I reached the door, turning the doorknob and opening it again.
"--that's okay, though, because I'm always prepared. I bought a costume before hand so you can go!" Raquel finished, reaching back into her car and pulling out a large black bag. "Ta-dah!"
"So I'll see you--" I stopped in mid-sentence, staring at the bag in her hand. "Ah, damn...I mean, Raquel! You shouldn't have gone to all that trouble to get me a costume."
"It was no trouble, Tyson, really," She nodded to the bag, taking a couple steps up the stairs and thrusting it into my arms. "Go try it on."
I eyed the bag suspiciously. "What kind of costume is it?"
She grinned. "A cat one. Celestyn has the same thing on so I thought it'd be cute if managed to get a guy in one."
I stared at her, gaping. "You're kidding me."
"Nope," She gave me a light push back inside my house. "Now go try it on! I'll be waiting outside the bathroom in case you need my help in zipping up anything, okay?"
I shot her a withered glance but stalked into the house and towards the bathroom, hearing her light footsteps following me. "Yes, mother," I grumbled, opening the bathroom door and slamming it behind me.
"Tyson," I heard her stern voice from the other side of the door, "I don't think your parents would like you slamming the doors. You could actually ruin one doing that just because you were a little upset."
I rolled my eyes, dropping the bag on the white marble sink and started to dig through it. I pulled out a pair of black cat ears, calling over my shoulder to Raquel, "This better not be all girly."
"Chill out, Tyson," I heard her say. "It's just a cat costume. Nothing big."
I drew out another long, probably exaggerative breath, rubbing a hand over my face. I turned the bag upside down on the sink, pouring out its contents, and began to pick through it.
****
Sometimes I truly wonder what goes through Raquel's head when she buys things for other people and at that moment I was beginning to figure it probably was evil. The costume consisted of a rough leather, full-length top that had blue leather circular patches around the arms and zipped up. The pants were the same kind of black leather and had the dark blue stripe going across the waist so it almost looked like a belt, and the cattail came out from the back. I settle the ears on top of my head, making a face in the full-length mirror. I looked like I was straight out of that movie 'Lost in Space'...only catty.
"Raquel!" I moaned, slapping a hand to my face. "I DO look like a girl."
"Oh, I'm sure you don't, Tyson," She said hurriedly, opening the door slightly and shoving a box inside. "Those are boots to go with the costume."
I muttered under my breath, yanking the box off the ground and slamming them onto the sink. I flipped off the top and pulled out the (what looked to be) three-inch heeled boots and scowled. They were black (obviously) and had the same kind of material my costume was made of. I was guessing none of it was probably real leather but man-made or something cheap like that.
"I'm finished, you psycho, sadistic bitch," I mumbled, fumbling with the doorknob before finally opening it and poking my head out the door before stepping into the hall.
Raquel clapped her hands together, coming to a stand in front of me. "Aw," She started, looking up at me, "this costume totally kicks ass on you, Tyson!" She reached for her purse, fishing through it. "Go back into the bathroom and sit down." She ordered after a moment, looking up.
I narrowed my eyes suspiciously but did so, knowing that Raquel had a horrible temper when she got angry. I sat down on the edge of the stainless white tub, folding my hands into my lap. Raquel entered a moment later, sitting down on the footstool that rested by the sink. She placed her purse on the ground next to her, waving what looked like a black pencil in front of my face.
"What is that?" I asked stiffly, leaning back.
"Black eyeliner," She said simply, grabbing hold of my chin. "Now stay still. I don't want to poke your eye out or anything."
"Wait!" I twisted my head from her grip. "Are you crazy! There's no way I'm going to where black eyeliner!"
"Oh, stop being such a baby," She snapped, taking my chin again. "No one will notice. And besides, you need some color. You look so pale with that black costume and all."
"Raquel," I protested nervously but she put a finger to my lips, silencing me.
"Don't worry, Tyson," She said, smiling softly. "Now, close your eyes."
I stared at her for another moment or two before shaking my head, sighing, and then reluctantly closing my eyes.
****
I headed down the stone steps of my house, squinting at Raquel's car. Celestyn was in the front seat, looking over her shoulder with a kind of pissed off look on her face. I'm guessing she was yelling at Blaze for something. I tugged on the top, glancing over to Raquel who was pushing me forward.
"Get in the back," She ordered, opening the driver seat car door. "Next to Blaze."
I stood in front of the car for like a minute or so before I finally opened it and slid inside. Blaze stopped in his talking to Celestyn to turn and give me a hard and damned long "once-over".
Finally, he grinned, leaning back against the seat. "Sexy," He said, snickering.
I scowled again, slapping him upside the head. "Shut up," I muttered, folding my arms across my chest. "Leave me alone."
Yeah, I know I was pouting. So what? You'd be pouting too if you were in these damned uncomfortable heels...
Celestyn turned in her seat, pressing her hands against the side of it and doing the same as Blaze had done. "You don't look like yourself, Tyson," She said, laughing. "You could almost pass off as a girl. What did Raquel do to you? It looks like you have eyeshadow and eyeliner on."
"And mascara," I finished, shooting Raquel a withering look.
"I think he looks awesome," Raquel said, sniffing, pulling out of my driveway and onto the road.
"Oh, I wasn't saying he looked bad or anything, Raquel," Celestyn said, plopping back in her seat and yanking her seatbelt on. "You look really great, Tyson. Seriously."
"Whatever," I turned towards the window, pressing my forehead against the cool glass pane.
I had a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach that didn't seem to want to go away.
****
Panix's house seemed bigger then I remembered it, but that was probably because of how many people were inside of it. The lights were dimmed just a bit and Halloween-ish type things were placed all around the ceiling. I closed the front door behind me, sliding off my jacket and taking another glance around. The DJ seemed to be positioned in the living room, and all the furniture had been cleared off to the side.
"I'm surprised Panix's parents won't know about this," I said to Blaze, raising my voice to be heard over the blaring music.
"They probably do," He replied, leaning closer so I could hear him better, "but I'm guessing they don't care. I bet they're gone on some trip again or something."
"Who are you suppose to be?" I asked, glancing over him, amused. "You look pretty casual. And what's with the wig?"
He touched his wig softly, taking on a look as if he were offended. "I'm suppose to be Shaggy. You know, from Scooby Doo?"
"I see," I said, rolling my eyes at the taller boy. I looked around again, spotting a large table near the back of the living room that looked like it had food on it. "I'm hungry." I pointed to the stand from over my shoulder. "Wanna come with?"
"Nah," Blaze wrinkled his nose in distaste. "I already ate before I came."
I shrugged, turning and weaving my way through the crowd of people. I pushed past a person, pausing in front of the stand with a satisfied smile. I glanced around, pouting lightly when I realized that all they basically had for food was cheese.
I hate cheese with a passion. Horrible stuff.
I reached for a cup, pouring a glass of punch for myself. I leaned against the table, bringing the rim of the cup to my lips as I scanned the crowd for any familiar faces. So far, there was no sign of Kai or any of his little groupies. Which was good--which was veeeery good. No Kai meant freedom to do anything I wanted with my body. Kai meant probably molestation or something of the sort. Damn perv.
'Maybe...JUST maybe, Tyson,' I thought to myself, cackling softly in the plastic cup I still held to my mouth, 'you'll be able to avoid Kai. Or maybe he won't even see that you're here!'
But the arm that slid around my waist and the hand that pressed against my stomach halted my thoughts and ran my blood cold. I stopped my fingers from loosening and dropping the cup. Instead, I swung around, glaring up at (lo-and-behold) my blue-haired stalker.
"Just because I came to this party does not mean you get to feel me up, Kai," I growled, putting my cup down and placing my hands on my hips.
He raised an eyebrow. "It's kind of funny how I can do the littlest things and still get to you, isn't it?"
I narrowed my eyes at him, taking a step back. "Just go away and corrupt someone else."
"But I don't want to, my pretty little cat," He took a step towards me, running a finger under my chin and tilting my face up so my eyes met his.
"Leave me alone," I turned my head, clenching my teeth together. "Go the hell away."
"That's not nice," He shook his head, a soft smile plastered on his face. "And besides, I just wanted to show you something. That's the only reason I wanted you to come here."
"Oh no," I took another step away from him, raising my hands in a defensive kind of state. "You already tried that last time, remember? And last time you verbally threatened me."
"What are you so afraid of, Tyson?" He asked, laughing softly. "I thought I didn't scare you?"
"You don't!" I said quickly.
He raised his other eyebrow, not very convince. "So you aren't? Then come upstairs with me. I just need to show you something and then you can go right back down."
I studied him for a minute or two before sighing in defeat and looking up at him. "Fine, I'll go with you," I started slowly. "But it better not take long."
Kai didn't reply. We made our way through the crowd again with me following behind him, keeping a five-foot distance away from him. We reached the top floor, which was more brightly lighted then the bottom one, and made our way down the hall. I trailed my hand against the cream-colored walls, stopping suddenly when Kai paused in front of the farthest door at the end of the hall.
He opened the door, and stepped aside, waiting for me to go in. I glanced at him suspiciously as I stepped inside before focusing my attention in front of me.
"Wow," I felt my mouth drop open as a sudden wave of shock ran through me. "Woah, this is huge."
I was standing in probably the biggest room in the whole house. It was a library, or at least seemed to be one, and looked like it belonged in some palace or something. There were books lined in shelves against every wall, and sofa's and chairs resting in the middle of the room to form a semi-circle. But the thing that mainly caught my attention was the large French glass doors at the very back of the library.
I took a couple more steps in the room, continuing to look around. The ceiling was very high up and was painted with angels and roses and other gorgeous items that could immediately catch the eye. "How did they manage this?" I whispered, lowering my gaze to the woven rug I stood on.
"They didn't," Kai said lightly from behind me. "They bought this house when it's occupants moved out."
"It's awesome," I said, resting against the armchair of the couch.
"I know," Kai stood where I had moments before, the door closed behind him.
My awe and amazement seemed to distinguish right then and there and I wasn't really sure why. I felt uncomfortable being in the same room with Kai, especially when I happened to be with him alone. I didn't buy the fact and I was beginning to figure out something that I didn't want to really believe.
"But that's not why you brought me up here, is it?" I said softly, daring to raise my eyes to meet his.
A smile seemed to etch the corners of his lips. "Smart, aren't you?"
"I really don't like you," I stated calmly.
"Yeah, I know," He advanced on me much too quick for me to do anything about it. I landed on the couch with a soft 'umft!' and with him on top of me.
"Kai--" I tried to protest but it was cut short when he pressed his lips against mine, silencing me and taking his chance to dip his tongue into my mouth.
I squirmed in his grip, pressing my hands against his shoulders in a lame ass attempt of making him move. He was stronger, there was no denying that. But it was a bitch to be pinned like that. He merely swatted my hands away, like I had thought he would do, and broke the kiss.
"Relax," He whispered against my ear. "You know how they say; keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer." I winced at how harsh it came out.
He lowered his head, trailing a line of painful, hard kisses down my throat. "I hate you, Kai," I growled viciously, hissing in sudden pain as he nipped at the base of my neck. "I don't really fuck with the people I hate."
He abruptly ended our "conversation" with a short, "You are now."
Kai unzipped the top I had on, having a bit of a struggle in trying to take it off.
I think that's where the warning bells went off.
"Kai, stop it!" I said, sounding panicky. "Don't! Get off of me!"
"I'm not going to hurt you," He said simply, as if that made everything better.
"I don't give a fuck if you aren't going to hurt me!" I shoved at him again, feeling as if I was going to be sick.
He studied my face intently, holding himself up by keeping both hands on either side of me. He sighed after a moment, leaning down and kissing me again, only it was a short, chaste one, before pulling back and coming to a stand. I scrambled up, picking up my shirt that had been discarded on the ground and pulling it on before taking several steps away from him.
"I'm sick of this game, Tyson," He said quietly after a moment of silence. "It's endless and stupid and I refuse to play it anymore." He opened the library door, but before stepping out, he said over his shoulder, "It's your choice or not on whether to give up because I've called my part off."
Without another word, he turned again and shut the door behind him. I stood by that damnable couch, staring at where he stood moments before.
What was this?
Our game was over? 'It can't be,' I thought decidedly, 'It has to be a trick of some kind.
But I knew it wasn't a trick. The cat had called quits and left the mouse to decide where his place was.
I slowly sat back down on the couch, thinking over what had happened. It just didn't fit; none of it did. I hated him, right? I hated him since the moment I saw him dragging Celestyn, Blaze, and Taikisha to Max. But at the moment, my hatred seemed to burn out and leave this empty, guilty feeling.
For the first time I noticed that Kai hadn't worn a costume.
End Chapter Eleven.
End Notes: Yayness. X_x I'm tired. *falls over and goes to sleep*
Paradoxical: *rolls eyes and drags her off to bed*
Paradoxical: Muffin. -_-
Firefly-chan: Am not! =P
Rank and File
Chapter Eleven
By Firefly-chan
Wee. Life's a bitch.
Hey, guess what day it is? Go ahead, guess!
...
Well, if you're stupid and have no idea what I'm talking about, then I suppose I'll tell you. It's Friday night. Y'know, the night of Panix's party. And, due to Kai's jackass-like qualities, I am forced to go against my will.
Wee. Kai's a bitch.
Of course, the day just had to go by so fast giving me no time to prepare before the party. I was leaving in around ten minutes with Celestyn, Blaze, and Raquel. They weren't here yet and I guess I could have the choice of running out of my house and never looking back but then I think someone will just find me anyway. Damned karma.
I placed down the magazine on the coffee table, standing up from the couch and stretching my arms above my head. I glanced down at my watch on my wrist, figuring that the three idiots--ahem, I mean--the three "intelligent, lovely" people would be here soon. 'Might as well get ready to leave,' I thought grudgingly, sliding on my shoes and my jacket before opening the front door and stepping outside.
I leaned against the railing, craning my head to look over my shoulder at the empty street. I must've stared at the leaves blowing across the pavement for, like, five minutes or so before I finally saw Raquel's dark blue Jeep pull into the driveway. I sighed and dropped my hands from the rail, starting down the steps.
"What are you doing?" Raquel asked, stepping from her car and staring at me.
"I'm getting into the car," I said, blinking.
Then I noticed something.
She had a costume on. A cat one. An evil looking cat one but it was still a costume.
"Oh no," I held up my hands, stepping back. "I guess I can't go if this is a costume party. I don't have a costume."
Raquel beamed, brushing a stray lock of brown hair from her eyes. "I figured you'd forget your costume, knowing how forgetful you are--"
"Yeah, that's just to bad," I continued, turning and heading back up the steps.
"--I don't mean that as offense Tyson, because you're not always forgetful. But you have to admit that you are sometimes so it's not like I'm accusing you of anything but--"
"Just tell Kai that I didn't have a costume so I couldn't go. Have fun," I reached the door, turning the doorknob and opening it again.
"--that's okay, though, because I'm always prepared. I bought a costume before hand so you can go!" Raquel finished, reaching back into her car and pulling out a large black bag. "Ta-dah!"
"So I'll see you--" I stopped in mid-sentence, staring at the bag in her hand. "Ah, damn...I mean, Raquel! You shouldn't have gone to all that trouble to get me a costume."
"It was no trouble, Tyson, really," She nodded to the bag, taking a couple steps up the stairs and thrusting it into my arms. "Go try it on."
I eyed the bag suspiciously. "What kind of costume is it?"
She grinned. "A cat one. Celestyn has the same thing on so I thought it'd be cute if managed to get a guy in one."
I stared at her, gaping. "You're kidding me."
"Nope," She gave me a light push back inside my house. "Now go try it on! I'll be waiting outside the bathroom in case you need my help in zipping up anything, okay?"
I shot her a withered glance but stalked into the house and towards the bathroom, hearing her light footsteps following me. "Yes, mother," I grumbled, opening the bathroom door and slamming it behind me.
"Tyson," I heard her stern voice from the other side of the door, "I don't think your parents would like you slamming the doors. You could actually ruin one doing that just because you were a little upset."
I rolled my eyes, dropping the bag on the white marble sink and started to dig through it. I pulled out a pair of black cat ears, calling over my shoulder to Raquel, "This better not be all girly."
"Chill out, Tyson," I heard her say. "It's just a cat costume. Nothing big."
I drew out another long, probably exaggerative breath, rubbing a hand over my face. I turned the bag upside down on the sink, pouring out its contents, and began to pick through it.
****
Sometimes I truly wonder what goes through Raquel's head when she buys things for other people and at that moment I was beginning to figure it probably was evil. The costume consisted of a rough leather, full-length top that had blue leather circular patches around the arms and zipped up. The pants were the same kind of black leather and had the dark blue stripe going across the waist so it almost looked like a belt, and the cattail came out from the back. I settle the ears on top of my head, making a face in the full-length mirror. I looked like I was straight out of that movie 'Lost in Space'...only catty.
"Raquel!" I moaned, slapping a hand to my face. "I DO look like a girl."
"Oh, I'm sure you don't, Tyson," She said hurriedly, opening the door slightly and shoving a box inside. "Those are boots to go with the costume."
I muttered under my breath, yanking the box off the ground and slamming them onto the sink. I flipped off the top and pulled out the (what looked to be) three-inch heeled boots and scowled. They were black (obviously) and had the same kind of material my costume was made of. I was guessing none of it was probably real leather but man-made or something cheap like that.
"I'm finished, you psycho, sadistic bitch," I mumbled, fumbling with the doorknob before finally opening it and poking my head out the door before stepping into the hall.
Raquel clapped her hands together, coming to a stand in front of me. "Aw," She started, looking up at me, "this costume totally kicks ass on you, Tyson!" She reached for her purse, fishing through it. "Go back into the bathroom and sit down." She ordered after a moment, looking up.
I narrowed my eyes suspiciously but did so, knowing that Raquel had a horrible temper when she got angry. I sat down on the edge of the stainless white tub, folding my hands into my lap. Raquel entered a moment later, sitting down on the footstool that rested by the sink. She placed her purse on the ground next to her, waving what looked like a black pencil in front of my face.
"What is that?" I asked stiffly, leaning back.
"Black eyeliner," She said simply, grabbing hold of my chin. "Now stay still. I don't want to poke your eye out or anything."
"Wait!" I twisted my head from her grip. "Are you crazy! There's no way I'm going to where black eyeliner!"
"Oh, stop being such a baby," She snapped, taking my chin again. "No one will notice. And besides, you need some color. You look so pale with that black costume and all."
"Raquel," I protested nervously but she put a finger to my lips, silencing me.
"Don't worry, Tyson," She said, smiling softly. "Now, close your eyes."
I stared at her for another moment or two before shaking my head, sighing, and then reluctantly closing my eyes.
****
I headed down the stone steps of my house, squinting at Raquel's car. Celestyn was in the front seat, looking over her shoulder with a kind of pissed off look on her face. I'm guessing she was yelling at Blaze for something. I tugged on the top, glancing over to Raquel who was pushing me forward.
"Get in the back," She ordered, opening the driver seat car door. "Next to Blaze."
I stood in front of the car for like a minute or so before I finally opened it and slid inside. Blaze stopped in his talking to Celestyn to turn and give me a hard and damned long "once-over".
Finally, he grinned, leaning back against the seat. "Sexy," He said, snickering.
I scowled again, slapping him upside the head. "Shut up," I muttered, folding my arms across my chest. "Leave me alone."
Yeah, I know I was pouting. So what? You'd be pouting too if you were in these damned uncomfortable heels...
Celestyn turned in her seat, pressing her hands against the side of it and doing the same as Blaze had done. "You don't look like yourself, Tyson," She said, laughing. "You could almost pass off as a girl. What did Raquel do to you? It looks like you have eyeshadow and eyeliner on."
"And mascara," I finished, shooting Raquel a withering look.
"I think he looks awesome," Raquel said, sniffing, pulling out of my driveway and onto the road.
"Oh, I wasn't saying he looked bad or anything, Raquel," Celestyn said, plopping back in her seat and yanking her seatbelt on. "You look really great, Tyson. Seriously."
"Whatever," I turned towards the window, pressing my forehead against the cool glass pane.
I had a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach that didn't seem to want to go away.
****
Panix's house seemed bigger then I remembered it, but that was probably because of how many people were inside of it. The lights were dimmed just a bit and Halloween-ish type things were placed all around the ceiling. I closed the front door behind me, sliding off my jacket and taking another glance around. The DJ seemed to be positioned in the living room, and all the furniture had been cleared off to the side.
"I'm surprised Panix's parents won't know about this," I said to Blaze, raising my voice to be heard over the blaring music.
"They probably do," He replied, leaning closer so I could hear him better, "but I'm guessing they don't care. I bet they're gone on some trip again or something."
"Who are you suppose to be?" I asked, glancing over him, amused. "You look pretty casual. And what's with the wig?"
He touched his wig softly, taking on a look as if he were offended. "I'm suppose to be Shaggy. You know, from Scooby Doo?"
"I see," I said, rolling my eyes at the taller boy. I looked around again, spotting a large table near the back of the living room that looked like it had food on it. "I'm hungry." I pointed to the stand from over my shoulder. "Wanna come with?"
"Nah," Blaze wrinkled his nose in distaste. "I already ate before I came."
I shrugged, turning and weaving my way through the crowd of people. I pushed past a person, pausing in front of the stand with a satisfied smile. I glanced around, pouting lightly when I realized that all they basically had for food was cheese.
I hate cheese with a passion. Horrible stuff.
I reached for a cup, pouring a glass of punch for myself. I leaned against the table, bringing the rim of the cup to my lips as I scanned the crowd for any familiar faces. So far, there was no sign of Kai or any of his little groupies. Which was good--which was veeeery good. No Kai meant freedom to do anything I wanted with my body. Kai meant probably molestation or something of the sort. Damn perv.
'Maybe...JUST maybe, Tyson,' I thought to myself, cackling softly in the plastic cup I still held to my mouth, 'you'll be able to avoid Kai. Or maybe he won't even see that you're here!'
But the arm that slid around my waist and the hand that pressed against my stomach halted my thoughts and ran my blood cold. I stopped my fingers from loosening and dropping the cup. Instead, I swung around, glaring up at (lo-and-behold) my blue-haired stalker.
"Just because I came to this party does not mean you get to feel me up, Kai," I growled, putting my cup down and placing my hands on my hips.
He raised an eyebrow. "It's kind of funny how I can do the littlest things and still get to you, isn't it?"
I narrowed my eyes at him, taking a step back. "Just go away and corrupt someone else."
"But I don't want to, my pretty little cat," He took a step towards me, running a finger under my chin and tilting my face up so my eyes met his.
"Leave me alone," I turned my head, clenching my teeth together. "Go the hell away."
"That's not nice," He shook his head, a soft smile plastered on his face. "And besides, I just wanted to show you something. That's the only reason I wanted you to come here."
"Oh no," I took another step away from him, raising my hands in a defensive kind of state. "You already tried that last time, remember? And last time you verbally threatened me."
"What are you so afraid of, Tyson?" He asked, laughing softly. "I thought I didn't scare you?"
"You don't!" I said quickly.
He raised his other eyebrow, not very convince. "So you aren't? Then come upstairs with me. I just need to show you something and then you can go right back down."
I studied him for a minute or two before sighing in defeat and looking up at him. "Fine, I'll go with you," I started slowly. "But it better not take long."
Kai didn't reply. We made our way through the crowd again with me following behind him, keeping a five-foot distance away from him. We reached the top floor, which was more brightly lighted then the bottom one, and made our way down the hall. I trailed my hand against the cream-colored walls, stopping suddenly when Kai paused in front of the farthest door at the end of the hall.
He opened the door, and stepped aside, waiting for me to go in. I glanced at him suspiciously as I stepped inside before focusing my attention in front of me.
"Wow," I felt my mouth drop open as a sudden wave of shock ran through me. "Woah, this is huge."
I was standing in probably the biggest room in the whole house. It was a library, or at least seemed to be one, and looked like it belonged in some palace or something. There were books lined in shelves against every wall, and sofa's and chairs resting in the middle of the room to form a semi-circle. But the thing that mainly caught my attention was the large French glass doors at the very back of the library.
I took a couple more steps in the room, continuing to look around. The ceiling was very high up and was painted with angels and roses and other gorgeous items that could immediately catch the eye. "How did they manage this?" I whispered, lowering my gaze to the woven rug I stood on.
"They didn't," Kai said lightly from behind me. "They bought this house when it's occupants moved out."
"It's awesome," I said, resting against the armchair of the couch.
"I know," Kai stood where I had moments before, the door closed behind him.
My awe and amazement seemed to distinguish right then and there and I wasn't really sure why. I felt uncomfortable being in the same room with Kai, especially when I happened to be with him alone. I didn't buy the fact and I was beginning to figure out something that I didn't want to really believe.
"But that's not why you brought me up here, is it?" I said softly, daring to raise my eyes to meet his.
A smile seemed to etch the corners of his lips. "Smart, aren't you?"
"I really don't like you," I stated calmly.
"Yeah, I know," He advanced on me much too quick for me to do anything about it. I landed on the couch with a soft 'umft!' and with him on top of me.
"Kai--" I tried to protest but it was cut short when he pressed his lips against mine, silencing me and taking his chance to dip his tongue into my mouth.
I squirmed in his grip, pressing my hands against his shoulders in a lame ass attempt of making him move. He was stronger, there was no denying that. But it was a bitch to be pinned like that. He merely swatted my hands away, like I had thought he would do, and broke the kiss.
"Relax," He whispered against my ear. "You know how they say; keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer." I winced at how harsh it came out.
He lowered his head, trailing a line of painful, hard kisses down my throat. "I hate you, Kai," I growled viciously, hissing in sudden pain as he nipped at the base of my neck. "I don't really fuck with the people I hate."
He abruptly ended our "conversation" with a short, "You are now."
Kai unzipped the top I had on, having a bit of a struggle in trying to take it off.
I think that's where the warning bells went off.
"Kai, stop it!" I said, sounding panicky. "Don't! Get off of me!"
"I'm not going to hurt you," He said simply, as if that made everything better.
"I don't give a fuck if you aren't going to hurt me!" I shoved at him again, feeling as if I was going to be sick.
He studied my face intently, holding himself up by keeping both hands on either side of me. He sighed after a moment, leaning down and kissing me again, only it was a short, chaste one, before pulling back and coming to a stand. I scrambled up, picking up my shirt that had been discarded on the ground and pulling it on before taking several steps away from him.
"I'm sick of this game, Tyson," He said quietly after a moment of silence. "It's endless and stupid and I refuse to play it anymore." He opened the library door, but before stepping out, he said over his shoulder, "It's your choice or not on whether to give up because I've called my part off."
Without another word, he turned again and shut the door behind him. I stood by that damnable couch, staring at where he stood moments before.
What was this?
Our game was over? 'It can't be,' I thought decidedly, 'It has to be a trick of some kind.
But I knew it wasn't a trick. The cat had called quits and left the mouse to decide where his place was.
I slowly sat back down on the couch, thinking over what had happened. It just didn't fit; none of it did. I hated him, right? I hated him since the moment I saw him dragging Celestyn, Blaze, and Taikisha to Max. But at the moment, my hatred seemed to burn out and leave this empty, guilty feeling.
For the first time I noticed that Kai hadn't worn a costume.
End Chapter Eleven.
End Notes: Yayness. X_x I'm tired. *falls over and goes to sleep*
Paradoxical: *rolls eyes and drags her off to bed*