Kirghiz sat at the table slowly drinking his tea. He flipped threw the
channels and stopped at the news watching Seto Kaiba on TV talking about
how he had been attacked by the "Hunter". Kirghiz laughed lightly and
cleaned the dishes off and turning off the TV.
Kirghiz walked outside into the light and flinched some, he then began to walk downtown hoping that the police don't know his face already.
Kirghiz walked to the small plaza of shops and diners downtown and saw Zalika next to Marik's motorcycle. He quickly hid behind a trashcan and watched her with intense passion. "Thank god she hasn't seen me yet" he thought to himself as he watched her leaning against Marik's motorcycle and sighed deeply. "Why is she still with him?" he thought and continued to watch.
For a few minutes he watched her just leaning there then he saw her move and he saw why. Walking up were Joey Wheeler and Tristan Taylor yelling at eachother as usual. Kirghiz watched Zalika slope down trying to hide from them, but he knew she wouldn't be able to.
Kirghiz watched as Joey blurted out who it was and pulled her hair from her face. Kirghiz somewhat drowned out the words they were saying and kept watching.
"Hey Zalika," Joey began. "Uhh, what's up?"
"The sky." Zalika responded, her voice a dead monotone.
Joey frowned, immediately looking to Tristan for help. Of course, Joey only received a stupid stare.
"Go away..." Zalika demanded, her voice instantly returning to its normal, threatening state.
Kirghiz watched laughing to himself. "She really knows how to piss people off" he thought and went back to watching them.
Kirghiz laughed some watching Joey and Zalika talking and how Zalika was slamming insults at him like mad.
Kirghiz watched a bit longer then noticed that in the burger place Marik was beginning to come out and he began to flare up with anger. "I want to burst out now and just mangle him.tear him apart thread by thread" Kirghiz thought but he stayed still watching Zalika tell Joey and Tristan something and then they left. Marik came out shortly after and Kirghiz felt sick to his stomach as Zalika hugged him. He wanted so badly to take the gun from his back pocket and plant a bullet threw Marik's skull but he was in public and it wasn't like him to get caught for murder.
Kirghiz watched as Marik and Zalika rode off and he shuddered with hate as he watched. "I will separate them no matter what I swear I will." Kirghiz sighed and stood up, he was hungry but refused to eat in the presence of Joey and Tristan. Kirghiz sighed and went off to a hotdog vender and stole a hotdog without the man noticing.
Kirghiz sighed as he ate his "food" and sat down on a bench in the middle of the park. He pulled his shirt off and shook the sweat from his hair. "The weather is becoming brutal" He thought to himself as he tucked his shirt into the back of his pants and stood up looking around. Kirghiz shook sweat off once again and began to walk home happy that it was nice and hot out but also wishing that it was a bit cold.
Kirghiz walked back home and turned on the TV going to the weather. "We have hit record breaking heats today of up to 125 degrees out today." Said the weather lady.
Kirghiz sighed a little and turned off the TV, he then went and took a cold shower.
Kirghiz walked outside into the light and flinched some, he then began to walk downtown hoping that the police don't know his face already.
Kirghiz walked to the small plaza of shops and diners downtown and saw Zalika next to Marik's motorcycle. He quickly hid behind a trashcan and watched her with intense passion. "Thank god she hasn't seen me yet" he thought to himself as he watched her leaning against Marik's motorcycle and sighed deeply. "Why is she still with him?" he thought and continued to watch.
For a few minutes he watched her just leaning there then he saw her move and he saw why. Walking up were Joey Wheeler and Tristan Taylor yelling at eachother as usual. Kirghiz watched Zalika slope down trying to hide from them, but he knew she wouldn't be able to.
Kirghiz watched as Joey blurted out who it was and pulled her hair from her face. Kirghiz somewhat drowned out the words they were saying and kept watching.
"Hey Zalika," Joey began. "Uhh, what's up?"
"The sky." Zalika responded, her voice a dead monotone.
Joey frowned, immediately looking to Tristan for help. Of course, Joey only received a stupid stare.
"Go away..." Zalika demanded, her voice instantly returning to its normal, threatening state.
Kirghiz watched laughing to himself. "She really knows how to piss people off" he thought and went back to watching them.
Kirghiz laughed some watching Joey and Zalika talking and how Zalika was slamming insults at him like mad.
Kirghiz watched a bit longer then noticed that in the burger place Marik was beginning to come out and he began to flare up with anger. "I want to burst out now and just mangle him.tear him apart thread by thread" Kirghiz thought but he stayed still watching Zalika tell Joey and Tristan something and then they left. Marik came out shortly after and Kirghiz felt sick to his stomach as Zalika hugged him. He wanted so badly to take the gun from his back pocket and plant a bullet threw Marik's skull but he was in public and it wasn't like him to get caught for murder.
Kirghiz watched as Marik and Zalika rode off and he shuddered with hate as he watched. "I will separate them no matter what I swear I will." Kirghiz sighed and stood up, he was hungry but refused to eat in the presence of Joey and Tristan. Kirghiz sighed and went off to a hotdog vender and stole a hotdog without the man noticing.
Kirghiz sighed as he ate his "food" and sat down on a bench in the middle of the park. He pulled his shirt off and shook the sweat from his hair. "The weather is becoming brutal" He thought to himself as he tucked his shirt into the back of his pants and stood up looking around. Kirghiz shook sweat off once again and began to walk home happy that it was nice and hot out but also wishing that it was a bit cold.
Kirghiz walked back home and turned on the TV going to the weather. "We have hit record breaking heats today of up to 125 degrees out today." Said the weather lady.
Kirghiz sighed a little and turned off the TV, he then went and took a cold shower.