Truth & Consequences
A/N: ... ^^!! An actual update, WOW.... ^^! And I've already finished chapter three as well... YAY! XD So, yeah. Regular updates for awhile. I don't know how long this is going to end up being, though, so I'm not sure how long that'll last. I love all my wonderful reviewers---yes, even you, NNP! Who's mah favorite assgoblin? XD Ahhh... j/k, right? o.O And Tiger! You've got it backwards... *snerk*
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz, or the characters, or even thge gameshow Truth and Consequences, which is where the title was derived. I do, however, own a flute, so if anyone's in need of a flute and wants one...
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Truth & Consequences
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"You know, Schoen," Hel said later that night, when all of Schreient had gathered upstairs for supper and a talk before retiring to bed, "his team will eventually realize something's up."
"Not for awhile!" Tot called out cheerfully, reaching out across the table for the sugar. Hel made a face at her lack of manners and pushed the dish closer, making no comment as the girl spooned heaps of sweetener into her tea.
Schoen made a face as well, and Neu raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that, Tot?" she asked after the girl had finished with the sweetener and was happily sipping at her beverage.
"Because!" the girl chirped, offering a butter cookie to her toy friend. "He's done it before!"
"Done what?"
"Left for days!"
Hel raised an eyebrow. "What makes you so sure of that, Tot?" she asked slowly, regarding the teenager from behind her glasses. The scientist knew better than to sit and wait for an answer, however, and helped herself to the sugar for her own tea.
Schoen 'hmph'ed and looked away from the young girl, glad that the conversation was off of that Weiss bastard. Awaiting the inevitable question, she leaned back slightly and ran her finger around the rim of her teacup. Who would ask this time, Neu or Hel? Never Tot, though---the girl didn't seem to care about such things. But Neu and Hel, however...
"Schoen," Neu said quickly, and the blonde turned to face her.
"Yes, Neu?" she asked, waiting still.
"Don't let him die."
Now this was shocking news.
"What?!" Schoen yelped, jumping to her feet in anger. Neu, of all people, should realize that he was an enemy and that enemies had to be destroyed! If she was changing loyalties now, Schoen wouldn't wait for her to fight back before taking her out!
Hel and Tot even stared as Schoen asked: "Why not?"
Neu raised one eyebrow, as if she could see what the others were missing. "If you kill him now, we won't get any information out of him."
'I don't want information out of *him*!' the blonde thought bitterly, though she did not voice her particular thought out loud. 'I want him dead! Dead, dammit! As dead as he and his bastard friends made our poor Masafumi... !'
"Fine," she snarled, flopping back down into her seat in a bit of a huff and rumpling her skirt. She'd be angry about that later, most likely, but it didn't matter now. Right now, the important thing was to control her anger and not kill any teammates unnecessarily. "I won't kill him. Yet."
That settled, the blonde stood up in a huff and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Hel winced as the clatter of china resounded around the room before sighing.
"Hel?" Tot asked tentatively, and the dark-haired scientist flicked her gaze over to the young girl.
"Yes, Tot?"
The girl with the blue-raspberry colored hair paused for a moment. "If Weiss come... "
"We'll be ready for them," Hel finished. But in her mind, she could only think: 'We just have to be... '
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There was something soothing about the soft clicking of heels descending downstairs, Schoen decided. Especially if one was heading down to visit.
Visit... it was strange that the members of Schreient had started using 'visit' as a synonym for 'going to see Masafumi'. If one was 'going visiting', they were really just going downstairs to see him.
It was strange, she decided, but there was something very special and unique about it, too.
She smiled to herself as she headed towards his tube, resting her hands on its cold metal surface. Just because he couldn't respond didn't mean he couldn't hear her, right?
"Life's been hell without you, Masafumi," the ex-model complained, fixing her hair idly. "All those fights with Weiss, and those ordeals with Schwarz... "
She sighed, leaning her back against the tube and looking around the darkened room boredly.
"We've caught one of the Weiss. Don't you worry, Masafumi," she said sweetly, closing her eyes. "We'll make him and his friends pay for what they've done. I'll make him suffer, you won't have to worry about that."
Silence responded to her comments, and the sound of bubbling from the tube preserving the scientist.
"You know," she said at last, "you're the only man I think I'll ever talk to like this. And I mean it," she added, giving the green-tinted window a definate Look. "You're the only one!"
The only one... ?
Blast, she'd forgotten about the prisoner!
"Sorry to have to go so soon," Schoen apologized, gingerly tracing her fingers around the window of the tube. "Work, you know. But don't worry--- after the way I hit him, he won't ever bad mouth you again."
How hard had she whipped that young man, anyway? Enough to knock him unconscious---though, his head had hit the wall rather hard once or twice. He'd be bloody and bruised when she saw him next, and that suited her just fine. He hadn't cared about cutting her up, nor Masafumi: it was all retribution for his evil deeds.
She gave a cold laugh and turned away, walking up the staircase with great finesse---the kind only a model could have, really.
"I'll 'visit' again soon," she whispered, closing her eyes before turning the doorknob. "I promise."
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Elsewhere in the Schreient mansion, a young man lie bleeding, still chained to the wall. His breath was slow, but steady; his hair matted now with blood and grime from the wall. Flecks of blood covered the wall directly behind him, and more on the floor.
If he'd been awake, Hidaka Ken would've praised the Lord that he'd been knocked unconscious so quickly. As it was, he was unconscious---and he wouldn't be waking up in a hurry. Not with the pain SHE'd sent in his direction---nasty red cuts and welts all over his face and upper torso were solid proof of that.
And she was coming back for more.
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"Schoen."
The blonde raised an eyebrow at her darkhaired teammate waiting ever-so patiently outside the door leading downstairs. Closing it with a small 'click' of the lock, she placed her hands on her hips.
"What is it, Neu?"
The younger woman with the permanent poker face (or so it seemed at times) stepped closer to the blonde, eyes unreadable from behind her thick mask. "You're going to kill him later, aren't you."
Was it ever even a question? "Once you and Hel are finished with him, of course I am!" she snapped, temper rising dangerously. "And why shouldn't I? He ruined my life, and he took Masafumi from us!"
"You don't have to tell me twice," the younger replied calmly, making Schoen even angrier than before. "Just make it slow. And painful. And don't let him get to you like you did before."
Schoen's eyes flashed. "What was that?"
Neu turned to look at her (or at least tilt her face in Schoen's direction), and offered what was meant to be advice.
"If you let him get to you, you'll just end up killing him quickly. And that'll put us at a disadvantage. Sooner or later, they'll figure it out. One of those snot-nosed little brats will ask about him, or some stupid girl will say she say Tot near their hideout."
A sigh. "So what, Neu? You want me to give up on it?"
"No." And then: "Just make it slow. As slow as you can. Really piss him off, then kill him. See how much he likes it for a change."
The blonde smirked, faith in her team suddenly renewed. "Now that I can do."
"Good." A smirk, followed by: "And don't forget to clean up there later. The blood will start to smell soon. Get him to wash it, even. Hel wants it clean for when they come."
Schoen made a face, lips drawn into a thin line at the prospect of *them* coming.
"Whatever Hel wants, Hel gets," she replied snarkily, before walking off. Neu cast her a dark look, but remained silent and left, instead, in the opposite direction.
Many things were about to go down in the Schreient mansion that night, and an inter-team fight wasn't to be one of them.
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And it was in that way that Ken's first night at the Schreient mansion came and went.
His first morning, however, was far less violent...
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The brunette couldn't help but groan as he awoke, trying deperately to rub the blood and gunk from his eyes, or to even move his arms period. Not that waking to a pool of his own blood was any better---but things could've been worse, he supposed, though dying at this point almost seemed like leisure...
"Morning!"
Ken looked up, shocked to see that Tot was smiling down at him brightly, a tray of what seemed to be food tightly in her hands. Her stuffed rabbit, he noted, was seated rather precariously on her head. In all actuality, he reasoned, she seemed quite chipper, and why shouldn't she? She hadn't been the one to be kidnapped and knocked unconscious twice in one twenty-four hour time period. Still, he found it odd that this young girl---who had so clearly last night proved that she was the captor---was bringing a tray of food down. What, was she going to rub it in his face that she could eat or something?
"What's with the tray?" he asked coolly, not entirely wanted to face her wrath, if it could be called that. He'd seen her work that umbrella before, and he didn't really feel like becoming her newest pincushion any time soon.
Tot blinked and made a face before breaking out into a large and undeniably sunny grin. He could've sworn for a moment, though, that when she made the face she was calling him stupid mentally.
"Breakfast!" she called out, as cheerful as ever, before plunking it down on the floor before him. "Silly, what did you think it was, a cage of birdies?"
Ken made a face, still very perplexed.
"You mean you're actually going to feed me?" he asked, even more bewildered when the girl unpinned his handcuffs from the stake on the wall, allowing his hands to drop to his sides for the first time since he'd awoken the first time. He rubbed at his sore wrists gingerly, and---while his hands and legs were still cuffed together---thanked God and this girl for letting him get some of his range of motion back.
The girl frowned, lifting the rabbit off her head and cradling it to her chest. "Of course, stupid! If you die, we lose our Trump Card!" The tone in her voice changed, making it sound as though she was instructing a child.
Just the way she said it, though, almost made it sound like Ken really was as stupid as his friends often joked. His friends... Ken shook his head quickly, trying not to remind himself that the next time he'd see them, it would probably be in Hell.
"So... I get to eat?"
"Of course!" the girl answered brightly, her good mood back once more. "Eat up!" And with that said, she pushed the tray towards him.
The former j-leaguer stared at it for a silent moment. He recognized, of course, the three pieces of toast on the small plate, and the glass (with a straw, even) of what could only be orange juice. It was what was in the bowl, however, that he could not recognize.
"What is that?" he asked, pointing, and the girl smiled.
"Grits, stupid!"
Well, that really answered his question, now, didn't it?
"What are 'grits'?" Ken asked, realizing that becoming angry would no nothing to help his situation. If anything, he would probably just provoke another attack, and he didn't quite fancy the idea of dying just yet.
"I don't know," Tot answered, "cornmeal or something. Tot wasn't really paying attention."
Well, at least she was honest, Ken thought. And the food did look delicious, especially considering that he hadn't eaten in so long. When was the last time, anyway? Two, three hours before practice? No wonder he was so hungry!
Without bothering to respond, Ken grabbed at a slice of toast and hastily shoved it in his mouth. Hot and buttery, the way he liked it... He reached for another slice, but stopped when he realized that the slice underneath the first had a large hole cut in it, and an egg in the hole, covered in gravy.
"What the---?" he began, and Tot giggled. She seemed to be doing a lot of that, didn't she?
"They're called 'Eggs Benedict in a Bunny Hole'!" she announced happily, and he raised an eyebrow, unable to stop the smile on his face.
"Bunny hole?"
"Yup!" she said with a grin. "Tot helped make them, too! I got to eat the holes," she admitted with a definate nod. This kid... she was cute, Ken decided. Innocent and evil at the same time, what a strange---yet ultimately possible---combination.
And Ken actually found himself smiling again, still shoving food in his mouth as quickly as he could without looking a total slob. Not that the girl would've noticed, but still...
In the short silence that followed her announcement, Ken realized just how hospitable he was being treated---considering. Here was a team who delighted in ripping the innards out of people, and he was their prisoner, and they'd bothered to make him breakfast? And a hot breakfast, to boot!
'These girls sure are twisted,' he thought, trying to lift his beverage without running his chains in the food. 'But it might not be that bad.'
Right.
And the pigs were flying.
The moment that 'Chen' lady, or whatever her name was, decided that he was unfit to be their Trump Card was the day he'd worry about it. Right now, it seemed like it was their top priority to keep him alive---and Ken wasn't about to complain!
He finished the meal in relative silence (the only sounds were that of Tot and her rabbit 'talking' to one another about what they were to do that day). It was only after he'd finished and Tot hung his arms back up that he realized just how things were going to go down in the end.
'If the blonde doesn't kill me, the others will,' he thought with a sigh, closing his eyes and wishing now that he'd asked the girl about possibly cleaning up a bit.
'And both prospects seem rather bleak, too... Damn. Looks like this is one cat who got the cream all right---and ended up in the bag.'
Which was, really, the last place he wanted to be.
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A/N: Well now! No Ken torture scenes (darn, and I know you all wanted him bloody and screaming in agony!), but still... ! It's going somewhere pretty damn fast... too bad I don't even know where that 'somewhere' is yet! @_@
I've got a vague idea, though, but the rating might pop up quite a bit... ^^;; Thank you again, Tiger, for pointing out just what I was thinking, more or less... o_O
And Misura? You read my mind... XD And isn't Tot the BEST at being both outrageously cute and evil at the same time? XD
---Gangsta Videl
A/N: ... ^^!! An actual update, WOW.... ^^! And I've already finished chapter three as well... YAY! XD So, yeah. Regular updates for awhile. I don't know how long this is going to end up being, though, so I'm not sure how long that'll last. I love all my wonderful reviewers---yes, even you, NNP! Who's mah favorite assgoblin? XD Ahhh... j/k, right? o.O And Tiger! You've got it backwards... *snerk*
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz, or the characters, or even thge gameshow Truth and Consequences, which is where the title was derived. I do, however, own a flute, so if anyone's in need of a flute and wants one...
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Truth & Consequences
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"You know, Schoen," Hel said later that night, when all of Schreient had gathered upstairs for supper and a talk before retiring to bed, "his team will eventually realize something's up."
"Not for awhile!" Tot called out cheerfully, reaching out across the table for the sugar. Hel made a face at her lack of manners and pushed the dish closer, making no comment as the girl spooned heaps of sweetener into her tea.
Schoen made a face as well, and Neu raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that, Tot?" she asked after the girl had finished with the sweetener and was happily sipping at her beverage.
"Because!" the girl chirped, offering a butter cookie to her toy friend. "He's done it before!"
"Done what?"
"Left for days!"
Hel raised an eyebrow. "What makes you so sure of that, Tot?" she asked slowly, regarding the teenager from behind her glasses. The scientist knew better than to sit and wait for an answer, however, and helped herself to the sugar for her own tea.
Schoen 'hmph'ed and looked away from the young girl, glad that the conversation was off of that Weiss bastard. Awaiting the inevitable question, she leaned back slightly and ran her finger around the rim of her teacup. Who would ask this time, Neu or Hel? Never Tot, though---the girl didn't seem to care about such things. But Neu and Hel, however...
"Schoen," Neu said quickly, and the blonde turned to face her.
"Yes, Neu?" she asked, waiting still.
"Don't let him die."
Now this was shocking news.
"What?!" Schoen yelped, jumping to her feet in anger. Neu, of all people, should realize that he was an enemy and that enemies had to be destroyed! If she was changing loyalties now, Schoen wouldn't wait for her to fight back before taking her out!
Hel and Tot even stared as Schoen asked: "Why not?"
Neu raised one eyebrow, as if she could see what the others were missing. "If you kill him now, we won't get any information out of him."
'I don't want information out of *him*!' the blonde thought bitterly, though she did not voice her particular thought out loud. 'I want him dead! Dead, dammit! As dead as he and his bastard friends made our poor Masafumi... !'
"Fine," she snarled, flopping back down into her seat in a bit of a huff and rumpling her skirt. She'd be angry about that later, most likely, but it didn't matter now. Right now, the important thing was to control her anger and not kill any teammates unnecessarily. "I won't kill him. Yet."
That settled, the blonde stood up in a huff and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Hel winced as the clatter of china resounded around the room before sighing.
"Hel?" Tot asked tentatively, and the dark-haired scientist flicked her gaze over to the young girl.
"Yes, Tot?"
The girl with the blue-raspberry colored hair paused for a moment. "If Weiss come... "
"We'll be ready for them," Hel finished. But in her mind, she could only think: 'We just have to be... '
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There was something soothing about the soft clicking of heels descending downstairs, Schoen decided. Especially if one was heading down to visit.
Visit... it was strange that the members of Schreient had started using 'visit' as a synonym for 'going to see Masafumi'. If one was 'going visiting', they were really just going downstairs to see him.
It was strange, she decided, but there was something very special and unique about it, too.
She smiled to herself as she headed towards his tube, resting her hands on its cold metal surface. Just because he couldn't respond didn't mean he couldn't hear her, right?
"Life's been hell without you, Masafumi," the ex-model complained, fixing her hair idly. "All those fights with Weiss, and those ordeals with Schwarz... "
She sighed, leaning her back against the tube and looking around the darkened room boredly.
"We've caught one of the Weiss. Don't you worry, Masafumi," she said sweetly, closing her eyes. "We'll make him and his friends pay for what they've done. I'll make him suffer, you won't have to worry about that."
Silence responded to her comments, and the sound of bubbling from the tube preserving the scientist.
"You know," she said at last, "you're the only man I think I'll ever talk to like this. And I mean it," she added, giving the green-tinted window a definate Look. "You're the only one!"
The only one... ?
Blast, she'd forgotten about the prisoner!
"Sorry to have to go so soon," Schoen apologized, gingerly tracing her fingers around the window of the tube. "Work, you know. But don't worry--- after the way I hit him, he won't ever bad mouth you again."
How hard had she whipped that young man, anyway? Enough to knock him unconscious---though, his head had hit the wall rather hard once or twice. He'd be bloody and bruised when she saw him next, and that suited her just fine. He hadn't cared about cutting her up, nor Masafumi: it was all retribution for his evil deeds.
She gave a cold laugh and turned away, walking up the staircase with great finesse---the kind only a model could have, really.
"I'll 'visit' again soon," she whispered, closing her eyes before turning the doorknob. "I promise."
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Elsewhere in the Schreient mansion, a young man lie bleeding, still chained to the wall. His breath was slow, but steady; his hair matted now with blood and grime from the wall. Flecks of blood covered the wall directly behind him, and more on the floor.
If he'd been awake, Hidaka Ken would've praised the Lord that he'd been knocked unconscious so quickly. As it was, he was unconscious---and he wouldn't be waking up in a hurry. Not with the pain SHE'd sent in his direction---nasty red cuts and welts all over his face and upper torso were solid proof of that.
And she was coming back for more.
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"Schoen."
The blonde raised an eyebrow at her darkhaired teammate waiting ever-so patiently outside the door leading downstairs. Closing it with a small 'click' of the lock, she placed her hands on her hips.
"What is it, Neu?"
The younger woman with the permanent poker face (or so it seemed at times) stepped closer to the blonde, eyes unreadable from behind her thick mask. "You're going to kill him later, aren't you."
Was it ever even a question? "Once you and Hel are finished with him, of course I am!" she snapped, temper rising dangerously. "And why shouldn't I? He ruined my life, and he took Masafumi from us!"
"You don't have to tell me twice," the younger replied calmly, making Schoen even angrier than before. "Just make it slow. And painful. And don't let him get to you like you did before."
Schoen's eyes flashed. "What was that?"
Neu turned to look at her (or at least tilt her face in Schoen's direction), and offered what was meant to be advice.
"If you let him get to you, you'll just end up killing him quickly. And that'll put us at a disadvantage. Sooner or later, they'll figure it out. One of those snot-nosed little brats will ask about him, or some stupid girl will say she say Tot near their hideout."
A sigh. "So what, Neu? You want me to give up on it?"
"No." And then: "Just make it slow. As slow as you can. Really piss him off, then kill him. See how much he likes it for a change."
The blonde smirked, faith in her team suddenly renewed. "Now that I can do."
"Good." A smirk, followed by: "And don't forget to clean up there later. The blood will start to smell soon. Get him to wash it, even. Hel wants it clean for when they come."
Schoen made a face, lips drawn into a thin line at the prospect of *them* coming.
"Whatever Hel wants, Hel gets," she replied snarkily, before walking off. Neu cast her a dark look, but remained silent and left, instead, in the opposite direction.
Many things were about to go down in the Schreient mansion that night, and an inter-team fight wasn't to be one of them.
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And it was in that way that Ken's first night at the Schreient mansion came and went.
His first morning, however, was far less violent...
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The brunette couldn't help but groan as he awoke, trying deperately to rub the blood and gunk from his eyes, or to even move his arms period. Not that waking to a pool of his own blood was any better---but things could've been worse, he supposed, though dying at this point almost seemed like leisure...
"Morning!"
Ken looked up, shocked to see that Tot was smiling down at him brightly, a tray of what seemed to be food tightly in her hands. Her stuffed rabbit, he noted, was seated rather precariously on her head. In all actuality, he reasoned, she seemed quite chipper, and why shouldn't she? She hadn't been the one to be kidnapped and knocked unconscious twice in one twenty-four hour time period. Still, he found it odd that this young girl---who had so clearly last night proved that she was the captor---was bringing a tray of food down. What, was she going to rub it in his face that she could eat or something?
"What's with the tray?" he asked coolly, not entirely wanted to face her wrath, if it could be called that. He'd seen her work that umbrella before, and he didn't really feel like becoming her newest pincushion any time soon.
Tot blinked and made a face before breaking out into a large and undeniably sunny grin. He could've sworn for a moment, though, that when she made the face she was calling him stupid mentally.
"Breakfast!" she called out, as cheerful as ever, before plunking it down on the floor before him. "Silly, what did you think it was, a cage of birdies?"
Ken made a face, still very perplexed.
"You mean you're actually going to feed me?" he asked, even more bewildered when the girl unpinned his handcuffs from the stake on the wall, allowing his hands to drop to his sides for the first time since he'd awoken the first time. He rubbed at his sore wrists gingerly, and---while his hands and legs were still cuffed together---thanked God and this girl for letting him get some of his range of motion back.
The girl frowned, lifting the rabbit off her head and cradling it to her chest. "Of course, stupid! If you die, we lose our Trump Card!" The tone in her voice changed, making it sound as though she was instructing a child.
Just the way she said it, though, almost made it sound like Ken really was as stupid as his friends often joked. His friends... Ken shook his head quickly, trying not to remind himself that the next time he'd see them, it would probably be in Hell.
"So... I get to eat?"
"Of course!" the girl answered brightly, her good mood back once more. "Eat up!" And with that said, she pushed the tray towards him.
The former j-leaguer stared at it for a silent moment. He recognized, of course, the three pieces of toast on the small plate, and the glass (with a straw, even) of what could only be orange juice. It was what was in the bowl, however, that he could not recognize.
"What is that?" he asked, pointing, and the girl smiled.
"Grits, stupid!"
Well, that really answered his question, now, didn't it?
"What are 'grits'?" Ken asked, realizing that becoming angry would no nothing to help his situation. If anything, he would probably just provoke another attack, and he didn't quite fancy the idea of dying just yet.
"I don't know," Tot answered, "cornmeal or something. Tot wasn't really paying attention."
Well, at least she was honest, Ken thought. And the food did look delicious, especially considering that he hadn't eaten in so long. When was the last time, anyway? Two, three hours before practice? No wonder he was so hungry!
Without bothering to respond, Ken grabbed at a slice of toast and hastily shoved it in his mouth. Hot and buttery, the way he liked it... He reached for another slice, but stopped when he realized that the slice underneath the first had a large hole cut in it, and an egg in the hole, covered in gravy.
"What the---?" he began, and Tot giggled. She seemed to be doing a lot of that, didn't she?
"They're called 'Eggs Benedict in a Bunny Hole'!" she announced happily, and he raised an eyebrow, unable to stop the smile on his face.
"Bunny hole?"
"Yup!" she said with a grin. "Tot helped make them, too! I got to eat the holes," she admitted with a definate nod. This kid... she was cute, Ken decided. Innocent and evil at the same time, what a strange---yet ultimately possible---combination.
And Ken actually found himself smiling again, still shoving food in his mouth as quickly as he could without looking a total slob. Not that the girl would've noticed, but still...
In the short silence that followed her announcement, Ken realized just how hospitable he was being treated---considering. Here was a team who delighted in ripping the innards out of people, and he was their prisoner, and they'd bothered to make him breakfast? And a hot breakfast, to boot!
'These girls sure are twisted,' he thought, trying to lift his beverage without running his chains in the food. 'But it might not be that bad.'
Right.
And the pigs were flying.
The moment that 'Chen' lady, or whatever her name was, decided that he was unfit to be their Trump Card was the day he'd worry about it. Right now, it seemed like it was their top priority to keep him alive---and Ken wasn't about to complain!
He finished the meal in relative silence (the only sounds were that of Tot and her rabbit 'talking' to one another about what they were to do that day). It was only after he'd finished and Tot hung his arms back up that he realized just how things were going to go down in the end.
'If the blonde doesn't kill me, the others will,' he thought with a sigh, closing his eyes and wishing now that he'd asked the girl about possibly cleaning up a bit.
'And both prospects seem rather bleak, too... Damn. Looks like this is one cat who got the cream all right---and ended up in the bag.'
Which was, really, the last place he wanted to be.
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A/N: Well now! No Ken torture scenes (darn, and I know you all wanted him bloody and screaming in agony!), but still... ! It's going somewhere pretty damn fast... too bad I don't even know where that 'somewhere' is yet! @_@
I've got a vague idea, though, but the rating might pop up quite a bit... ^^;; Thank you again, Tiger, for pointing out just what I was thinking, more or less... o_O
And Misura? You read my mind... XD And isn't Tot the BEST at being both outrageously cute and evil at the same time? XD
---Gangsta Videl