Brooklyn's Heart
"Meetings"
CH 17
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It was late morning when Spot began to stir again. He looked yet again down to the beautiful goddess at his side. She was indeed beautiful, and after last night, it was proof she was even more than he thought. As he absentmindedly stroked her hair, Spot stared to the ceiling and recalled on what she told him last night.
So, she was rich, very rich apparently, for her uncle was going across countries just to get to her for it. Spot wondered what her parents must have done to get so much money.
She wasn't safe; apparently if she stayed in the same place for even just a short amount and still found her then.. he knew defiantly by now where she was, count on it. Spot shuddered at the thought; he could have watched him and Kayla when the two of them were alone together at night or even selling papers during the day.
Spot also didn't like the fact that this uncle had guys out looking for her. But what he didn't know was why they didn't already grab her and take her away. She was just a goil anyways.
Maybe it was because of those good men watching her, but what if they didn't know she left out on her own, running away. Or maybe, once they got back, Kayla would tell these "men" and they'd keep her safe.
Spot didn't know, too confused at the moment to think properly. Though, what he did know was no one, not any form of man or animal was going take her away from him. His life depended on it.
After a few moments of recollecting his thoughts, Spot relaxed and turned his attention back to the splendor on his chest.
Her skin was as soft as a feather, giving off the feeling of something fragile, as if she was a porcelain doll. As he reached up and smoothed away the loose hairs from her face, Kayla's ridiculously long eyelashes began to flutter. Spot smiled to himself, even though he was sad he had to wake this minx from her peaceful sleep, the selfishness that he got to see her sparkling eyes soared over that emotion.
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Kayla awoke to something hard and smooth beneath herself. Her eyebrows furrowed in thought about what it is was but all in the same she buried her self deeper into this "cushion". She snuggled and rubbed her cheek against it till she felt it rumble with something quite similar to laughter. Immediately she opened her eyes and froze.
Kayla quickly leaned up on the palms of her hands and realized she had been lying on his body. Wait a moment, let's rephrase that, why don't we ya know, spice things up a bit. How bout it? She had been lying naked on Spot's body. Naked... Now that word rang through her mind and her mouth opened with shock as she slowly looked down at her exposed chest.
Quickly covering herself with the black sheets, Kayla looked nervously back at Spot, who, at the moment, was grinning sleepily back at her. She wondered why she was being so awkward around him now, especially after basically pouring her heart out to him and then essentially giving it to him the night before, I mean come on now.
But Spot just brushed his knuckles against her cheek. Her eyes softened but still were wary, and she was still lying naked on his lower half. She thanked the gods he was wearing pants. Kayla did not want this to be embarrassing even more than it was. As she began moving off him, Spot shook his head, bringing her attention back on him.
He smiled wolfishly at her and said, "I'm not done wit'cha yet." She yelped as he lunged forward, snatching her, bringing her back down to the bed. He straddled her, blocking her from any escape. He began nipping at her neck. Kayla started laughing, trying to bat away his attempts, but he was too persistent in getting what he wanted. Soon the love bites became caresses, the cries became moans.
{A/N: Now it's time for all your imaginations to begin (wink wink)}
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At the harbor the next day, a boy stood up in the middle of a crowd and raised his hand for quiet. After a few moments of shushing, silence was heard.
The Manhattan and Brooklyn newsies were scattered across the docks, all looking up at the trio standin a few feet above them. The three of them had their same usual Newsie garbs, but each had their own dirty look, their stares penetrating all there. Clearly from a far, it was easily that recognized they were Brooklyn newsies. Black Out, Deep and another newsie called Slash stood on staked crates, high enough for all to see them, just below 'Spot's ledge'. They didn't dare stand up there; no one did, no matter how close you were to him, ya didn't unless you had his permission. And Spot didn't know about this meeting.
Black Out cleared his throat. He was wearing dark brown pants and his newsie shirt was a dirty white with the sleeves rolled up to show tanned arms.
By his appearance and the way he held himself, you could tell Black Out could have been a great leader. He had the build; he had the penetrating stare and the hard voice. He even tried to be leader once, but now that Spot was King, he wasn't going to go against his friend being who he was.
Black Out looked around a bit, searching the crowd. When he couldn't find what he was looking for, he turned back to his companions and whispered, "Where Meow? She should be here."
Slash grinned, folding his arms, "Yea, she should be, but," with a nod of his head, "she's with Kid Blink at the moment." He pointed down in front of them, Meow waved from her spot on Blink's lap.
"Good," Black Out said with a smirk. "Just in case he gets a little pissed off, she can always cool him down." The three of them chuckled.
Black Out turned around rubbing his hands together.
"Ok," he called out to the awaiting newsies. "Now I bet you Manhattan newsies are wondering why yer here." All of them nodded. Black Out continued, "Most of ya have never even set foot in dis territory, so we'd expect ya wouldn't know bout our ways."
He began walking along the stacked crates, the newsies looking at him with fixed stares and Deep & Slash standing behind him with solemn faces.
"Well, Duchess was a Manhattan newsie before she came to Brooklyn. So, we thought you all should be apart of this."
"Then get on with it and just tell us what this is."
Black Out looked sharply at the boy who impatiently called out. He was a Manhattan newsie who apparently thought he was tough. But before Black Out could respond, Deep stepped forward with his hand pointing at the newsie, "Can it, Dookie. He ain't finished, so you're gonna wait your turn."
Dookie growled, but complied by sitting down. By now, the Manhattan newsies looked even more uncomfortable. They were all in a place they didn't want to be and now Brooklyn was talking about their Duchess and now they were yelling at them with very short tempers. Shit and double shit.
Black Out went on, though emphasized the words, "Ok, now continuing without interruption, ya guys are here because we Brooklyn newsies are gonna test Duchess."
Manhattan all looked at each other, muttering their suspicions and questions. Whistling for attention, Black Out confessed, "Ok, every time Spot gots a goil, like I mean's a serious goil, one he cares for a lot, we test her. There have only been two that we had to test but this time Spot has never been dis serious wit one of them."
"Why you got to test em'?" a young newsie in the back asked. After he had accidentally blurted that out, he shyly lowered himself deeper into his chair when everyone looked at him.
"See, what we call a leader's goil here is a Queen. Spot's the King; the goilfriend is the Queen. Spot's basically already named Duchess Queen, but it don't matter to us if he did or not, we may not accept her. If something happens to Spot and he can't lead, the Queen takes over for a while then finally a guy becomes leader again. But if she don't pass, we don't follow.
"So, we make up certain tests to see if they're able to take over. If she pass's, we follow her to where ever and do what ever she say's. If not, we don't follow her. Got it?"
All the newsies nodded; some excitingly likening the fact they actually had a say in what their leaders did, but some grudgingly did so, not likening the fact of so called testing their Duchess.
Before anyone could voice the one question all wanted to know, a newsie asked in the front, "What happened to the last two?"
Without moving a muscle or even flinching since the beginning of this, Slash answered, "They were just either pick up goils or some rich mans daughter, neither worth staying for. They weren't real newsies, so obviously they didn't pass our tests."
The newsie mouthed an '0' and sat back down.
Black Out and Deep nodded, satisfied enough with the answer not to add more.
Kid Blink had been sitting on a crate with Meow in his lap. He appeared to be in a calmly state but from the looks of his tight fists, it was easy to tell he clearly wasn't composed. Through clench teeth, he voiced the question, "What are gonna be the tests?" As he spoke he was glaring at the ground but on the last word he sharply looked up, accenting it with disgust.
All the newsies looked at him slowly. They all expected him to have a definite say in this but not one in such a reserved state.
Deep gladly decided to answer this one. Glaring at Blink he answered, "One dealin' with her newsie ability, second having to do with her leadership and third," he looked now at all the newsies, taking his time for more meaning, "deals with her relationship wit Spot."
At this Blink jumped up, sending a peeved Meow to the ground.
Kid Blink as well as others were up shouting at the trio. How could Brooklyn even think they could just go and do this?
"What makes you think you can go ahead and get yourselves into theirs live? You basically are just gonna screw everything for them by doing this."
The Manhattan newsies nodded in agreement. They understood and accepted the first two phases but the last was way out of line.
"You got no right. If you think you do, you're mad." Race yelled through his cigar.
Slash stepped forward. "Hell, of course we got the right, she is gonna be our leader."
"Yea, so that has nothing to do with her and Spot." Blink yelled, pointing at them. His face was tinted with anger, his eyes blazed over with fury.
Meow had been standing next to Blink, with her hands on her hips, aggravated. After what Blink just said, she became utterly annoyed and threw her hands up with irritation. She roughly pushed Blink down to his seat and hastily climbed the crates to the top. She shoved past her fellow newsies, glaring at them as she passed then turned to the crowd.
Many of the newsies, were still standing up angry, fighting with each other territory about who was right and who was wrong. Meow watched for a moment then place two fingers to her mouth and whistled sharply.
The shrill loud sound brought everyone's attention back to the front. She replaced her hands and her hips and tapped her foot. She had an unsatisfied look on her face and it was clearly seen she was very mad.
After a while, she said sternly, "Ok, how old are we now? You all are acting like little children," looking back at the three behind her, "even worse then usual." The trio smiled sarcastically, not liking the fact she took their spots.
Turning back to the crowd she continued, "Brooklyn, ya guys may not like Manhattan, but at the moment we're doing this together, so I don't give a shit how ya do it, but you're all gonna behave for now."
They growled, glaring at the recoiling Manhattan newsies. But they all complied, for having Meow boss them was just as if having Spot order them around. No one disobeyed either.
Then Meow addressed the visitors, "We didn't invite you guys here to have your say so or not. You're here to know what's gonna go down, not to give yer opinion. I don't care what ya think about that but it's how it's gonna be, so deal with it.
"I know ya guys don't like this, but this is how it's always been. Don't worry, they're not gonna be bad or even hard tests, just simple ones to see how Duchess handles things.
"So, here is how its going to go down. First test is gonna be next week, the second the week after, and the last test is gonna be at the next newsie party; in a month. Gots it?"
They all nodded. Meow stared at them all for a moment longer, then raised her hands, "You're all dismissed, even if you still got questions, I don't care, get out."
Meow turned her back on them and looked at the three Newsies, clearly mad at them. But before she could give them her mind, she gasped and yelled at the retreating Newsies. "Wait!" They all stopped and looked back and sat quickly down into their seats. "Did ya guys notice that Jack, Spot and Duchess aren't here?"
Some nodded for they had indeed noticed but some just looked around surprised. So, their leaders weren't there.
Seeing this, Meow rubbed her temples tiredly and mumbled, "What idiots." The three newsies behind her heard this and chuckled.
"Don't tell Jack or anybody that isn't here about this, OK? No one, not even other newsies are allowed to hear about this. So if you tell, you're gonna be talking to a very, very pissed off Meow's. You all understand?"
The newsies nodded and swiftly got off their seats and scurried away. Though, Kid Blink stayed in his seat waiting for Meow. She noticed him and said, "Just a moment."
She turned around sharply and raised a finger at them accusingly, glaring, "That was a nice load of shit you guys pulled off there."
The three opened their mouths in shock, irritated. Deep stepped forward glaring back Meow and said with venom, "What the hell you talking about? We did what we were suppose-"
Though Meow didn't let him finish for she slapped him across the face. Deep stumbled back a step and felt his stinging cheek, surprised that she did such a thing. He quickly looked back at the angry Meow and glared at her. But Meow didn't let him say a thing, for she grabbed him by his collar bringing him face to face to her.
Whispering rapidly, sounding dangerous with her voice low, "I wasn't finished. You should know by now that you don't speak unless I let you." And she pushed him backwards, making him fall into the arms of the other two newsies.
They looked back at her shocked & nervous and stayed silent, respectively letting her speak.
"You say you want them there, letting them hear what we're gonna do, but then ya treat them like that." She raised her hands up in the air, acting as if it was the last resort. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you guys."
She continued, "Now, you three listen to me. Lay off Manhattan, or Spot is gonna hear about how you guys act around them." Now Meow grinned triumphantly, placing her hands on her hips. "You guys do know how Spot wants to reconcile Brooklyn and Manhattan, right boys?" They glanced at each other anxiously, and then hastily nodded.
Meow smiled, liking the fact she had them. "So, you guys know how Spots trying to get the two territories to be buds, huh?" Another nod. "Especially now that Duchess is from Manhattan, right?" Quick nod. Meow turned to the side and began walking in front of them. Placing one hand still on her hip, Meow rested one finger on her chin looking up to the sky, thinking. "So, help me out here boys, I need to know this answer, if Spot found out his own boys were, oh I don't know, lets phrase it as," saying it very slowly, "disobeying," grinning at the statement, "yea, that's the word, disobeying him, oh, don't ya think he would be just a little mad, perhaps?" She raised her hand, lowering her index finger and her thumb together at the word 'little'.
Meow began laughing at the pale complexions of the three. It was just too easy threatening the newsies by just using Spot name.
Black Out swallowed and looked at Deep and Slash. They nodded back at him. He cleared his throat and said quickly, "We got what ya mean Meow. We'll follow orders and treat Manhattan fairly. Just don't tell Spot."
Meow stopped and sized him up, staring at him and the other two for a moment. Satisfied with their claim she nodded and said grudgingly, "Make sure that you guys do" They slumped their shoulders, sighing. "Now, get out of here."
They nodded and hurriedly jumped of the crates and dashed off the docks.
Meow sighed herself now and turned around to find Blink still waiting there her for her. She grinned at him, surprised. Kid Blink looked up at her and chuckled.
"You do have a way with your newsies." He rose at hand up to her to help her down carefully. Meow took it and eased herself down to him to his grasp. She looped her arms around his neck and grinned up at him.
"Well, while Spot is off being 'busy'' with Duchess, someone around here has to take control."
Blink pouted at her, "Why can't we go off alone all the time like them. Its not fair."
Meow laughed and said softly, "You are just so deprived, aren't you?" Blink nodded sadly at her, trying his best to look like a little boy, which just made Meow laugh harder.
She slapped him on the shoulder lightly and said, "Well, suck it up pal, you don't always get what ya want."
He looked strangely at her, giving the so-called "duh" look. "You may be in control of those newsies but when it comes to us, I'm the one telling orders. So, if I want to be alone with ya, we are gonna be alone."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. When it comes to us, I'm the one in charge. I always get what I want."
"Well, then, Mr. Delusional, what do you particularly want right now?"
"You of course. And since I always get what I want, I get you right now."
Meow snorted, "Oh, I do not think so." She began walking away from him down the docks.
Blink growled and said dangerously, "Your not getting away that easily. You're mine."
Meow heard this, and glanced back smiling. When she saw Blink advancing, she yelped and began running away laughing with Blink hot on her tail.
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"Meetings"
CH 17
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It was late morning when Spot began to stir again. He looked yet again down to the beautiful goddess at his side. She was indeed beautiful, and after last night, it was proof she was even more than he thought. As he absentmindedly stroked her hair, Spot stared to the ceiling and recalled on what she told him last night.
So, she was rich, very rich apparently, for her uncle was going across countries just to get to her for it. Spot wondered what her parents must have done to get so much money.
She wasn't safe; apparently if she stayed in the same place for even just a short amount and still found her then.. he knew defiantly by now where she was, count on it. Spot shuddered at the thought; he could have watched him and Kayla when the two of them were alone together at night or even selling papers during the day.
Spot also didn't like the fact that this uncle had guys out looking for her. But what he didn't know was why they didn't already grab her and take her away. She was just a goil anyways.
Maybe it was because of those good men watching her, but what if they didn't know she left out on her own, running away. Or maybe, once they got back, Kayla would tell these "men" and they'd keep her safe.
Spot didn't know, too confused at the moment to think properly. Though, what he did know was no one, not any form of man or animal was going take her away from him. His life depended on it.
After a few moments of recollecting his thoughts, Spot relaxed and turned his attention back to the splendor on his chest.
Her skin was as soft as a feather, giving off the feeling of something fragile, as if she was a porcelain doll. As he reached up and smoothed away the loose hairs from her face, Kayla's ridiculously long eyelashes began to flutter. Spot smiled to himself, even though he was sad he had to wake this minx from her peaceful sleep, the selfishness that he got to see her sparkling eyes soared over that emotion.
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Kayla awoke to something hard and smooth beneath herself. Her eyebrows furrowed in thought about what it is was but all in the same she buried her self deeper into this "cushion". She snuggled and rubbed her cheek against it till she felt it rumble with something quite similar to laughter. Immediately she opened her eyes and froze.
Kayla quickly leaned up on the palms of her hands and realized she had been lying on his body. Wait a moment, let's rephrase that, why don't we ya know, spice things up a bit. How bout it? She had been lying naked on Spot's body. Naked... Now that word rang through her mind and her mouth opened with shock as she slowly looked down at her exposed chest.
Quickly covering herself with the black sheets, Kayla looked nervously back at Spot, who, at the moment, was grinning sleepily back at her. She wondered why she was being so awkward around him now, especially after basically pouring her heart out to him and then essentially giving it to him the night before, I mean come on now.
But Spot just brushed his knuckles against her cheek. Her eyes softened but still were wary, and she was still lying naked on his lower half. She thanked the gods he was wearing pants. Kayla did not want this to be embarrassing even more than it was. As she began moving off him, Spot shook his head, bringing her attention back on him.
He smiled wolfishly at her and said, "I'm not done wit'cha yet." She yelped as he lunged forward, snatching her, bringing her back down to the bed. He straddled her, blocking her from any escape. He began nipping at her neck. Kayla started laughing, trying to bat away his attempts, but he was too persistent in getting what he wanted. Soon the love bites became caresses, the cries became moans.
{A/N: Now it's time for all your imaginations to begin (wink wink)}
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At the harbor the next day, a boy stood up in the middle of a crowd and raised his hand for quiet. After a few moments of shushing, silence was heard.
The Manhattan and Brooklyn newsies were scattered across the docks, all looking up at the trio standin a few feet above them. The three of them had their same usual Newsie garbs, but each had their own dirty look, their stares penetrating all there. Clearly from a far, it was easily that recognized they were Brooklyn newsies. Black Out, Deep and another newsie called Slash stood on staked crates, high enough for all to see them, just below 'Spot's ledge'. They didn't dare stand up there; no one did, no matter how close you were to him, ya didn't unless you had his permission. And Spot didn't know about this meeting.
Black Out cleared his throat. He was wearing dark brown pants and his newsie shirt was a dirty white with the sleeves rolled up to show tanned arms.
By his appearance and the way he held himself, you could tell Black Out could have been a great leader. He had the build; he had the penetrating stare and the hard voice. He even tried to be leader once, but now that Spot was King, he wasn't going to go against his friend being who he was.
Black Out looked around a bit, searching the crowd. When he couldn't find what he was looking for, he turned back to his companions and whispered, "Where Meow? She should be here."
Slash grinned, folding his arms, "Yea, she should be, but," with a nod of his head, "she's with Kid Blink at the moment." He pointed down in front of them, Meow waved from her spot on Blink's lap.
"Good," Black Out said with a smirk. "Just in case he gets a little pissed off, she can always cool him down." The three of them chuckled.
Black Out turned around rubbing his hands together.
"Ok," he called out to the awaiting newsies. "Now I bet you Manhattan newsies are wondering why yer here." All of them nodded. Black Out continued, "Most of ya have never even set foot in dis territory, so we'd expect ya wouldn't know bout our ways."
He began walking along the stacked crates, the newsies looking at him with fixed stares and Deep & Slash standing behind him with solemn faces.
"Well, Duchess was a Manhattan newsie before she came to Brooklyn. So, we thought you all should be apart of this."
"Then get on with it and just tell us what this is."
Black Out looked sharply at the boy who impatiently called out. He was a Manhattan newsie who apparently thought he was tough. But before Black Out could respond, Deep stepped forward with his hand pointing at the newsie, "Can it, Dookie. He ain't finished, so you're gonna wait your turn."
Dookie growled, but complied by sitting down. By now, the Manhattan newsies looked even more uncomfortable. They were all in a place they didn't want to be and now Brooklyn was talking about their Duchess and now they were yelling at them with very short tempers. Shit and double shit.
Black Out went on, though emphasized the words, "Ok, now continuing without interruption, ya guys are here because we Brooklyn newsies are gonna test Duchess."
Manhattan all looked at each other, muttering their suspicions and questions. Whistling for attention, Black Out confessed, "Ok, every time Spot gots a goil, like I mean's a serious goil, one he cares for a lot, we test her. There have only been two that we had to test but this time Spot has never been dis serious wit one of them."
"Why you got to test em'?" a young newsie in the back asked. After he had accidentally blurted that out, he shyly lowered himself deeper into his chair when everyone looked at him.
"See, what we call a leader's goil here is a Queen. Spot's the King; the goilfriend is the Queen. Spot's basically already named Duchess Queen, but it don't matter to us if he did or not, we may not accept her. If something happens to Spot and he can't lead, the Queen takes over for a while then finally a guy becomes leader again. But if she don't pass, we don't follow.
"So, we make up certain tests to see if they're able to take over. If she pass's, we follow her to where ever and do what ever she say's. If not, we don't follow her. Got it?"
All the newsies nodded; some excitingly likening the fact they actually had a say in what their leaders did, but some grudgingly did so, not likening the fact of so called testing their Duchess.
Before anyone could voice the one question all wanted to know, a newsie asked in the front, "What happened to the last two?"
Without moving a muscle or even flinching since the beginning of this, Slash answered, "They were just either pick up goils or some rich mans daughter, neither worth staying for. They weren't real newsies, so obviously they didn't pass our tests."
The newsie mouthed an '0' and sat back down.
Black Out and Deep nodded, satisfied enough with the answer not to add more.
Kid Blink had been sitting on a crate with Meow in his lap. He appeared to be in a calmly state but from the looks of his tight fists, it was easy to tell he clearly wasn't composed. Through clench teeth, he voiced the question, "What are gonna be the tests?" As he spoke he was glaring at the ground but on the last word he sharply looked up, accenting it with disgust.
All the newsies looked at him slowly. They all expected him to have a definite say in this but not one in such a reserved state.
Deep gladly decided to answer this one. Glaring at Blink he answered, "One dealin' with her newsie ability, second having to do with her leadership and third," he looked now at all the newsies, taking his time for more meaning, "deals with her relationship wit Spot."
At this Blink jumped up, sending a peeved Meow to the ground.
Kid Blink as well as others were up shouting at the trio. How could Brooklyn even think they could just go and do this?
"What makes you think you can go ahead and get yourselves into theirs live? You basically are just gonna screw everything for them by doing this."
The Manhattan newsies nodded in agreement. They understood and accepted the first two phases but the last was way out of line.
"You got no right. If you think you do, you're mad." Race yelled through his cigar.
Slash stepped forward. "Hell, of course we got the right, she is gonna be our leader."
"Yea, so that has nothing to do with her and Spot." Blink yelled, pointing at them. His face was tinted with anger, his eyes blazed over with fury.
Meow had been standing next to Blink, with her hands on her hips, aggravated. After what Blink just said, she became utterly annoyed and threw her hands up with irritation. She roughly pushed Blink down to his seat and hastily climbed the crates to the top. She shoved past her fellow newsies, glaring at them as she passed then turned to the crowd.
Many of the newsies, were still standing up angry, fighting with each other territory about who was right and who was wrong. Meow watched for a moment then place two fingers to her mouth and whistled sharply.
The shrill loud sound brought everyone's attention back to the front. She replaced her hands and her hips and tapped her foot. She had an unsatisfied look on her face and it was clearly seen she was very mad.
After a while, she said sternly, "Ok, how old are we now? You all are acting like little children," looking back at the three behind her, "even worse then usual." The trio smiled sarcastically, not liking the fact she took their spots.
Turning back to the crowd she continued, "Brooklyn, ya guys may not like Manhattan, but at the moment we're doing this together, so I don't give a shit how ya do it, but you're all gonna behave for now."
They growled, glaring at the recoiling Manhattan newsies. But they all complied, for having Meow boss them was just as if having Spot order them around. No one disobeyed either.
Then Meow addressed the visitors, "We didn't invite you guys here to have your say so or not. You're here to know what's gonna go down, not to give yer opinion. I don't care what ya think about that but it's how it's gonna be, so deal with it.
"I know ya guys don't like this, but this is how it's always been. Don't worry, they're not gonna be bad or even hard tests, just simple ones to see how Duchess handles things.
"So, here is how its going to go down. First test is gonna be next week, the second the week after, and the last test is gonna be at the next newsie party; in a month. Gots it?"
They all nodded. Meow stared at them all for a moment longer, then raised her hands, "You're all dismissed, even if you still got questions, I don't care, get out."
Meow turned her back on them and looked at the three Newsies, clearly mad at them. But before she could give them her mind, she gasped and yelled at the retreating Newsies. "Wait!" They all stopped and looked back and sat quickly down into their seats. "Did ya guys notice that Jack, Spot and Duchess aren't here?"
Some nodded for they had indeed noticed but some just looked around surprised. So, their leaders weren't there.
Seeing this, Meow rubbed her temples tiredly and mumbled, "What idiots." The three newsies behind her heard this and chuckled.
"Don't tell Jack or anybody that isn't here about this, OK? No one, not even other newsies are allowed to hear about this. So if you tell, you're gonna be talking to a very, very pissed off Meow's. You all understand?"
The newsies nodded and swiftly got off their seats and scurried away. Though, Kid Blink stayed in his seat waiting for Meow. She noticed him and said, "Just a moment."
She turned around sharply and raised a finger at them accusingly, glaring, "That was a nice load of shit you guys pulled off there."
The three opened their mouths in shock, irritated. Deep stepped forward glaring back Meow and said with venom, "What the hell you talking about? We did what we were suppose-"
Though Meow didn't let him finish for she slapped him across the face. Deep stumbled back a step and felt his stinging cheek, surprised that she did such a thing. He quickly looked back at the angry Meow and glared at her. But Meow didn't let him say a thing, for she grabbed him by his collar bringing him face to face to her.
Whispering rapidly, sounding dangerous with her voice low, "I wasn't finished. You should know by now that you don't speak unless I let you." And she pushed him backwards, making him fall into the arms of the other two newsies.
They looked back at her shocked & nervous and stayed silent, respectively letting her speak.
"You say you want them there, letting them hear what we're gonna do, but then ya treat them like that." She raised her hands up in the air, acting as if it was the last resort. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you guys."
She continued, "Now, you three listen to me. Lay off Manhattan, or Spot is gonna hear about how you guys act around them." Now Meow grinned triumphantly, placing her hands on her hips. "You guys do know how Spot wants to reconcile Brooklyn and Manhattan, right boys?" They glanced at each other anxiously, and then hastily nodded.
Meow smiled, liking the fact she had them. "So, you guys know how Spots trying to get the two territories to be buds, huh?" Another nod. "Especially now that Duchess is from Manhattan, right?" Quick nod. Meow turned to the side and began walking in front of them. Placing one hand still on her hip, Meow rested one finger on her chin looking up to the sky, thinking. "So, help me out here boys, I need to know this answer, if Spot found out his own boys were, oh I don't know, lets phrase it as," saying it very slowly, "disobeying," grinning at the statement, "yea, that's the word, disobeying him, oh, don't ya think he would be just a little mad, perhaps?" She raised her hand, lowering her index finger and her thumb together at the word 'little'.
Meow began laughing at the pale complexions of the three. It was just too easy threatening the newsies by just using Spot name.
Black Out swallowed and looked at Deep and Slash. They nodded back at him. He cleared his throat and said quickly, "We got what ya mean Meow. We'll follow orders and treat Manhattan fairly. Just don't tell Spot."
Meow stopped and sized him up, staring at him and the other two for a moment. Satisfied with their claim she nodded and said grudgingly, "Make sure that you guys do" They slumped their shoulders, sighing. "Now, get out of here."
They nodded and hurriedly jumped of the crates and dashed off the docks.
Meow sighed herself now and turned around to find Blink still waiting there her for her. She grinned at him, surprised. Kid Blink looked up at her and chuckled.
"You do have a way with your newsies." He rose at hand up to her to help her down carefully. Meow took it and eased herself down to him to his grasp. She looped her arms around his neck and grinned up at him.
"Well, while Spot is off being 'busy'' with Duchess, someone around here has to take control."
Blink pouted at her, "Why can't we go off alone all the time like them. Its not fair."
Meow laughed and said softly, "You are just so deprived, aren't you?" Blink nodded sadly at her, trying his best to look like a little boy, which just made Meow laugh harder.
She slapped him on the shoulder lightly and said, "Well, suck it up pal, you don't always get what ya want."
He looked strangely at her, giving the so-called "duh" look. "You may be in control of those newsies but when it comes to us, I'm the one telling orders. So, if I want to be alone with ya, we are gonna be alone."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. When it comes to us, I'm the one in charge. I always get what I want."
"Well, then, Mr. Delusional, what do you particularly want right now?"
"You of course. And since I always get what I want, I get you right now."
Meow snorted, "Oh, I do not think so." She began walking away from him down the docks.
Blink growled and said dangerously, "Your not getting away that easily. You're mine."
Meow heard this, and glanced back smiling. When she saw Blink advancing, she yelped and began running away laughing with Blink hot on her tail.
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