Heat Wave!



Chapter two: Opening Day, here I come!

*Beep!* *Beep!* *Beep!* The alarm clock that was remounted on the nightstand went off, mumbles and murmurs were heard while Heat'd pull the pillow over his head, after a moment or tow he'd start kicking his feet into the mattress in frustrations. After another following moment he'd throw that pillow off his head and then slowly raise up on his elbows and look at the constantly beeping alarm clock.
"I THOUGHT I BROKE YOU DAMNIT!!!" He'd end up screaming at it, and after a few second of frustrations...he'd realize that...it wasn't going to talk back or do anything...
"What's wrong with me..I'm talking to an alarm clock...Wait..now I'm talking to myself..am I going cra--Now I'm asking questions...Forget it!" He'd say to himself before Heat's fist rose into the air and then slammed down on the alarm clock and NOW, he'd stopped it, digital numbers clicking off to show he'd probably broken it as he'd then slowly roll out of bed, rubbing his eyes while he'd speak lightly.
"Good riddance..." Then he'd raise up from the bed and into the bathroom, shaving, shower, everything every guy did in the morning, looking out the window to help judge what time it was, and by his judgment..it was probably only around eight 'o clock. After that was done, packing his bags, CD player, few CDs for the trip, an extra set of clothes or two, change into his typical dance costume, since he wanted to be recognized. Of course he'd go back to the original a little, costume from the second tournament worn, but with the same knit hat from the one before that, making sure he'd finish breakfast before he'd hop outside of the apartment and down to the parking garage, finding that old '69 Corvette there, auburn color paint to it too. driver side door opening and he'd slip in, backpack into passanger seat, engine revved and put into gear while Heat held that letter that told him the airport, along with the invitation and ticket to tell him where he had to be. Pulling out of the parking harage and onto the open road, where that need for speed hit him and he'd end up giving a thick white smoke from his tires, and along the highway until he'd come to the international airport. checked the air into the parking lot since it'd be there for a few days, then just went through the airport, looking through the gate numbers until he'd find the one he needed to go through; Gate 12, walking to the ticket holder and handing the invitation to him and then tilting his head while the man in uniform would read it over and then hand it back ot Heat.
"Perfect, please go on board."
"Thanks, Anyone else gonna be on board?" Heat'd say while one eye brow arched above the other in question.
"Uhm..I believe a man wearing silver lensed goggles went on board just a few minutes ago sir." The ticket holder replied as he took a look in the long corridor that led to the plane.
"Hm...Strike." Heat said before he nodded to the ticket holder.
"Well, I better get on, pilot waits for no one!" Heat's final words before he'd begin dashing forward through the long hall that would lead into the plane, after getting inside he'd take a look around and then decide to take a seat in the back, little did he know a good ol' friend Strike would be in the seat behind him and watching him.
"Well, well. Good to see you'll be at the party..." Raspy voice hang out before Heat turned around in his seat, leaning over before he'd see Strike there in his seat, now having even more tattoos, one large hena style tattoo peeking up along muscular pectorals. Dressed in casual clothing too, a snug fitting white tank top over his muscular upper torso along with a pair of pull off basket ball styled pants, and of course silver lensed goggles still pressed over his eyes, and hiding the true color of his eyes.
"Great, I gotta share a flight all the way to New York with you..." Heat'd add on slowly before he'd sigh to himself and then turn in his seat and then sit there. Strike would unbuckle the seatbelt restraining him in the seat and then got out of the seat and then just smirked while he'd slip around and then take a seat next to Heat before he'd laugh lightly, thin white cigarette between his fingers while he'd yawn lightly.
"Oh, shut the fuck up would ya, you're probably just mad now that if we go against each other at this party, I'll probably win the dance." Strike said while he'd snicker a bit while watching Heat behind silver lensed goggles.
"You...beat me? You gotta be fucking kidding me." Heat'd add on before he'd burst out in arrogant laughter in his seat.
"Mnn, you know, you two boys should stop fighting." Femineme voice called out before the 25 year old would make her way onto the plane too, long blonde hair sweeping down her back to her mid-back, dressed in a tight fitting tube top and snug fitting faded jean pants, something that would be expected for her to wear while Heat and Strike just raised up in their seats to see her there, struggling to carry the heavy suit case.
"Lemme help you with that!" Heat yelled, then getting out of his seat and sliding into the aisle, kicking Strike'd feet out of the way while he'd mumblea few vulgar words his way then getting to Kelly there and then just lifting it up some and then grunting.
"Damn, what the hell did you pack? Cement?!" He said as he'd have to use a little more muscle, and finally manage to get it slung over his shoulder.
"Just an extra outfit and a few other essentials..." Kelly said while she'd walk through the aisle, bright blue eyes looking at Strike as she got to him, patting him on the shoulder.
"How've you been, tall, dark and handsome?" Kelly said while Heat, just stood there and then opened the compartment and then used both arms to throw Kelly's suit case inside and then slap it shut before he'd tap at Kelly with a stern look on his face.
"What about me?! I don't get a compliment!?" Heat yelled before he'd twitch a little.
"She don't like you...no body likes you!" Femine voice rung out from the front of the plane, Heat, Strike and Kelly all turned their heads to take a look before they'd spot those lime green curls and that gave it clean away, it was Kitty Nakajima, dressed in that typical kitty girl outfit, the gray and black one to be exact, and the face mask with cute kitten ears while she'd just begin walking down the aisle, carrying a medium sized suitcase beside her, and Heat wasn't going to dare help her. Instead just stand there and grumble.
"Well, it's always a pleasure to see you." Strike said as he'd lean forward a bit to smile at her and then just tilt his head to the side.
"Isn't it?" Somewhat snobbish voice rung out while Kitty-N would just give a little purr as she turned and then started to push her suitcase into the overhead storage compartment.
"I have to sit..in the same plane...with her..for how long?" Heat said, now taking a seat and grumbling to himself while he kicked his feet up over the top of the seat infront of him to serve as a foot rest.
"Eh'...I think six hours..." Strike replied with a snicker.
"Son of a b--" Heat said, yet before he could finish he was cut short by the sound of the flight attendant, standing close to the front of the plane speaking into a hand held intercom system.
"Welcome onto flight number 626, a non-stop flight to New York; New York..."
Kitty-N on the other hand was just sitting down in an empty seat behind Heat's. Everyone strapping on their seat belt and trying to relax while Kitty-N would brag about her new TV show and up and coming movie while everyone seemed to sigh...boy, this was gonna be a long trip...