Chapter 3: My girl
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! NONE OF IT! (Not even the idea for this fanfic, that belongs partly to those nice people that made that movie, but oh well...) Anyways, if you try to sue me, I'll get angry, and you wouldn't like me when I'm angry.... *Eyes begin to glow green*
Brad was being rather quiet but glanced every one a while at Iya. She caught his gaze for a sec and smiled at him. Halfway to Iya's apartment, Brad started up on a conversation that Iya would have rather liked to not touch on. "I hope I'm not being too bold here Iya.... But I don't believe that dog story one bit," Iya's face faulted, her smile falling and her head turned towards the road. Brad presses on the subject further, "I mean, it may have been a dog, but not the kind that you mean," Brad nodded to him. "If it had been a dog, there would be more scratches and blood, you only have a big bruise and a scratch," and Iya stared at her feet in the truck. "I dunno about you, Iya, but I would say that's human work, that it is," (a/n: if you've seen the anime Rurouni Kenshin, you'll see how this fits out later in the story, when he talks)
"Besides, even if you don't say who it is, I already know who did it;" Brad was still looking forward at the road while Iya looked over to him questioningly. She chuckled, and jokingly said "how, can you smell him on me?" Brad looked over to her, his face full of concern. "You could say that, it's just I've known Jarod all my life, so I can tell when he's done something," He focused his gaze back on the road again. "He's not the kindest kid on the block, I mean he came from a good family and all, but Jarod is a naturally mean kid," She nodded and began watching the sky outside the window. I found that out earlier today, unluckily.... "Don't worry," He said this on cue, as if he could read her mind "I'll talk to the principal about it...." He trailed off.
He muttered something under his breath, a name that sounded strangely like Norman Cohen, the schools principal. "Or maybe not," finishing his sentence. "Mr. Cohen hates everyone," Brad agreed. "I know, but Jarod hates everyone too," He looked over to her reassuringly, "Stick with us Iya, and Jarod won't touch you, he's afraid of us," Iya glanced back at him, currently curious. "Why is he scared of you?" Brad shook his head. "Not scared of me, not scared of Goku, but scared of both of us," He went on to tell her about the Japanese world tournaments and how him and Goku won a lot of them. Iya smiled comfortably. "I know how to fight, my mother taught me most of what I know," Brad looked over at her, him the curious one now. "Oh really? Like what?" "Oh just some basic kick and punches combos and original techniques she came up with," I however, taught myself to do Ki attacks, so I think I'm pretty well equipped... Iya's thoughts wandered. Brad cuts off her introspective sights by continuing on telling her about how Sphinx and him both studied under the turtle hermit along with Goku, but the three of them always ended up in a draw. Iya told him about the encounter earlier that day, when he stopped the car abruptly. She looked up from her speech and her eyes came across the exterior of the building. It seemed to drop out of the bad part of New York, with it's old moldy brick walls, and barred windows. It had steel double doors at the bottom, with emergency exits on one side of the apartments and ordinary stairs at the other. The smell of the air around the place owned an aura like that of a decayed corpse. Even though all these factors were taken place here, Iya still smiled. Home.... She thought.
Brad's own eyes traveled over to her, and again broke her thoughts. "How long have you been living here," "About two years, since my mother and father became divorced," Brad decided not to say anything about that, and instead got on a different subject. "How about you and your mother come over to my house tomorrow and hang out with Chichi and Bulma?" "That sounds great, would you like to come in and meet her?" She grinned at an image in her mind, "She's not gonna recognize me," Iya winked at him. "We'll see what she thinks of your makeover," He unbuckled his seat belt and parked the car.
Immediately getting out of the car, Brad went over to her side and opened the door for Iya, who giggled in acceptance. She got of the car with regal grace and curtsied saying "Thank you my kind Sir," Brad bowed deeply and with an even deeper British accent, "Thou art quite welcome, Madame," closing the door after her. Iya said no more and instead, led the way to her apartment, going up two flights of stairs and down to a third door on her right with Brad following her. She tentatively knocked on the door, "Mom! I'm home! I have someone here with me!" Brad winced at the volume of her voice, while none of the other apartments around her made a sound of protest. An attractive woman in her early fifties opened the door, showing off a set of twin emeralds and dark velvet green hair. She beamed and hugged Iya. "Iya? My, my, my! Who fancied you all up my baby? And you must tell me whom this handsome looking boy is," Iya rolled her eyes and blushed while Brad stepped forward. "I'm Brad, Brad Meade, Ma'm" Lura smiled gently, looking at both of them. "Would you like to come in Brad?" Iya suggested, her mother moving out of the doorway letting them step inside. Brad took off his denim jacket and folded it over his forearm. He observed the apartment carefully. The inside of the apartment looked significantly better than the outside, but still came with peeling walls and the like of a worn in home. "Iya told me you two have lived her for quite some time now," "Yes, it will have been 2 years this coming June," Lura remarked. "That's what Iya said," He glanced over to Iya, who was setting down the trunk Brad had brought up with him, and was taking random things out of it. As he looked at his watch, he almost jumped. "Oh man, I have to go, lots of things to do in the morning,"
"That's quite alright, although I haven't introduced myself properly, I'm Lura Pierce," She shook hands with him, while Iya continued to waif through the never-ending clothes trunk. "Nice to meet you Brad, hope you have a safe trip home," Brad nodded as Lura said this. He smiled and nodded, "and Nice to meet you too, Miss Pierce," Remembering the divorce that Iya had told him about. "Yeah, see you at school tomorrow Brad," Iya's absent-minded voice came through the conversation of the two other people in the room. "Oh and could you two stay most of the part of tomorrow at my house?" He chuckled at Iya's statement, "Iya, tomorrow is Saturday," That declaration pulled Iya back into the physical realm and she blushed. "Right, of course we'll be able to come;" Lura nodded in accordance to the now-sensible Iya. "Good, Goku and I will be over here and fix this place up a bit," He opened the door. Iya got up and walked over to him. "I sure would appreciate that," Lura remarked as she smiled at Iya. "Yeah, besides, I gotta take care of my girl, right?" Brad nodded to Lura and walked outside with Iya. They exchanged good-byes and Brad took off towards his truck while Iya rested her head on the old, wooden white-washed rail of the outlook. She watched his truck with intensely happy eyes, making sure to never stray her eyes from the handsome hazel eyes. The night over the apartment was filled with stars, along with a full moon that appeared brighter than ever. As Brad backed out with his truck, he looked up at the balcony, where two pale sapphires glittered in the moonlight. "Jeez, She's got the most Beautiful eyes," He said to himself, in total awe. He started down the highway, with the matching jewels following his path.