"The bathroom's over here, we have a few medical supplies in there." Killa paused, then continued "You don't feel dizzy do you? That knot looks like it's getting bigger. She wouldn't have hit you so hard if you hadn't scared her."
"That was the point," Two said, sounding amused. He sat down on the toilet as Killa pulled out the first aid kit.
"Give me your jacket; it's going to get blood all over it." Killa said.
"It already has blood on it." He took the jacket off and handed it to her. Killa set it aside on the sink.
"Not that much. I'm going to have pour water on your head to get the blood out of your hair, I can't get it out of your dreads any other way. I need to have a look at that cut."
First she took a washcloth and gently wiped away the blood that was on his neck and shoulder. He was beautiful, not a scar, blemish, nothing marred his sleek skin. Killa stifled an impulse to run her hands over his neck and shoulder. He smelled good too, like his brother's jacket. Weird that they had the same scent. She reached over him to the shower stall, grabbed a towel and handed it to him. He looked like he was stifling a grin, like this was funny for some reason.
"Turn your head to the side, Two, and hold up that towel." She moved the dreads that weren't bloody to the other side of his neck. Soft, not wiry at all. Everything about this guy was a mystery. Now for the water. Killa poured a bit of water, used a piece of clean gauze to blot some of the blood out of his hair, and then repeated the process until his hair was clean. Whoa, Kiko'd kicked him hard enough the skin looked like it had torn from the force of the blow; it must have been the angle of the kick. It wasn't a big cut, maybe an inch, and it wasn't deep-scalp cuts just bleed like hell. He'd be fine, but she bet he had one hell of a headache.
"You're not dizzy at all? Right? Not tired or sleepy?"
"No, we do not have a concussion," Two said with a smile in his voice. Why was he so amused by this process? Did he like getting hit in the head? She reached for the alcohol and a styptic pencil.
"This will hurt like hell, but it'll stop the bleeding." She blotted the alcohol on, followed up with the pencil-- he didn't flinch at all. Guy must be tough as hell, or good at faking it.
"Let's have a look at that knee."
"The knee is fine. You just want to look at our leg."
"Shut it, or I'll have you take those pant's off too."
He stood up and reached for the drawstring "You want them off?" Killa smiled and arched an eyebrow at him, daring him to do it. He undid the tie, paused and prepared to pull them down.
Two looked at Killa and thought to One "Should I?"
One thought back "Intimidate her. Shut the door and lean over her. See what she does."
Two shut the bathroom door and backed Killa against the wall as his pants inched down until only his hips held them up. He leaned forward into her space and asked her again "Do you want them off?" Killa gazed up at him, grinned incredulously, then said "You are hitting on me in the bathroom? In the dojo? This is a joke, right? I was just joking about the pants. If you don't want me to look at your knee, it's your knee, I need to get out of the bathroom and back to class."
Two thought to One "What do we say?" He felt puzzled at Killa's response; it was very different from the women he met at the Merovingian's restaurant. The Merovingian often took women into the bathroom for sex, Two didn't prefer that particular location as a meeting place, but it wasn't an unusual location as far as he knew. Plus, she had initiated the encounter.
"Don't say anything. Move closer. See what she does," this last was said in a suspiciously flat tone. One loved to play jokes on anyone, including his brother. Two decided to do what he would do if Killa were any other woman; any other women he met at Club Hel or one of the Merovingian's other clubs to be specific.
Two moved closer to Killa, who looked a bit freaked and was now scrunched up into the corner between the wall and the sink, half her ass on the counter as she tried to get away from Two. She opened her mouth to say something and Two closed the gap between them, slid his hand around her neck and kissed her. He meant for it to be gentle, but then she stomped his foot. He pinned her against the wall completely and deepened the kiss, held her hands over her head with one hand and held her neck with the other, pressed her legs down with his knees. She stopped struggling, but didn't respond the way women usually did to him, eager and excited. She just stood there and then Two felt tears on his cheeks. This was not the way it was supposed to go, what happened?
He leaned back a few inches and she dropped her head down until her forehead brushed against his lips; then her body started shaking. He leaned back further, expecting her to kick him, push him, slap him; but she slid to the floor, wrapped her arms around her legs, turned her head to rest it on her knees, and started quietly crying.
"Great advice One. What do we do now?" One didn't think anything back; through the connection Two felt One's regret. "We didn't mean to hurt her; we don't know." Two knelt down and said "Killa?" softly. She shook her head and continued to refuse to look at him.
Two touched her shoulder and felt her stiffen, dropped his hand. "We are sorry. We, the women we have met enjoy," Two didn't finish the sentence, remembering the scared looks on some of their faces in the morning. No, they orgasmed repeatedly, they became eager after a pretense of reluctance; he felt repeatedly their pleasure, regardless of their morning regrets. No, this was different; Killa had not enjoyed it at all, it wasn't a pretense with her, she'd meant it.
"Killa, we truly didn't mean to hurt you. We like you very much." Two felt surprised to realize he meant it; he did care about this female somewhat. He also felt One's growing concern that Killa would not stop crying. They'd ruined another chance at a friend. And this one had seemed to be going so well.
"We've hurt her, how do we repair it? She doesn't look hurt." One thought.
Killa's crying slowed. She turned her head to look at Two and he cringed inside when he saw her expression. He knew that emotion; that was hate. Then she turned her head away from him again.
"Get out." Killa's tone was flat.
"We thought you would enjoy," Two began.
"Just get out. I don't want to look at you. Shut the door."
Two stood, opened the door and walked to the where his brother was waiting. During the time in the bathroom, the class had finished sparring. The Twins walked quickly toward the door, planning on making a discreet getaway. Kadoya stopped them as they reached his office.
"So, you enjoyed the class?" Kadoya smiled at the Twins.
"How can he act human so easily? How does he, Killa is his friend, she gives him respect, affection; how does he do it?" One thought to Two, frustration evident in the tone of his mind. It annoyed him that another program could do such a simple task when they could not, especially such an insignifigant program.
"No wonder the Merovingian uses the cake," Two back thought grimly, then immediately felt some slight guilt as he pictured giving Killa the cake. One even turned to look at him reproachfully. Two shuffled his feet and grimaced. They never resorted to such methods, preferring a good challenge.
She'd done the only thing that used to get Kolby to let her go, give up. She hated that feeling, and then she had started to cry, which made it even worse. She hated crying. Killa glanced in the mirror, she looked like hell, her eyes puffy and red, her lips bruised and swollen. There was a red hand shaped mark on her right forearm as well, that was going to bruise too. Great. What a bastard. Plus she was beginning to feel sore from the sparring with One.
"You don't have time for this crap. Two more finals. Focus. Deal with this later, " she told her image in the mirror, then splashed water on her face and dried it on the clean edge of the towel. What a day, she felt exhausted, and there was still her Biochem final. What time was it? Crap, 2:00 PM, she had to be there by 2:45PM to check in for the 3PM final. She'd meant to leave early, then got sidetracked by that, ok, just find a solution.
Killa burst out of the bathroom and ran to the showers. Everyone else was gone, including Kiko who had a final as well. She needed a ride to get there on time, well Kadoya would help her, she knew that, she'd ask him if all else failed. She quickly showered, changed, grabbed her backpack, and ran to the office. Kiko's uncle was gone too, that left Kadoya as her only hope of getting there on time, and she'd need every precious minute for Biochem; she'd heard from everyone who took the course last year that it would be the worst of her finals.
"Kadoya! Sensei!" Killa stuck her head in the door, ugh, Two was in there. He and One turned to look at her, they were back in their uniforms; she ignored them and addressed Kadoya.
"Sensei, are you terribly busy? I, I'll talk to you about it later, I'm going to be late for my final, can you give me a ride to campus? Please? I will come back later and help you with paperwork." Killa then looked at the schedule behind him; he was supposed to teach the class that was now warming up.
"I cannot. There is no one else to teach the class."
"We'll take you." One offered. Killa stared at him, then glanced at Two, her desire to be there on time warring with her dislike of Two. If she took the ride, she be there early, if she took the subway, then the campus bus, she'd be nearly 30 minutes late, maybe more.
Kadoya noted the look she gave Two and said, "Two, I would like you to stay and help me with this next class. They are beginners; I wish to see how you will interact with them." Two nodded and turned away from Killa.
"I'd love a ride. Thanks One." Killa smiled at him. One walked over, picked up her backpack and led her out to the new Escalade. He opened the door for her, shut it, then placed her things in the backseat. The inside of the car smelled like new leather, there was also a faint hint of the twins' scent, and a faint hint of gunpowder, oddly enough. Killa reached around into the back and retrieved her notes from her backpack as One got into the SUV. His shoulder brushed up against her as she was digging for her notes, then he leaned forward, started the engine and turned the AC on.
"You saved my life One. I can't be late for this final. I owe you big time." One nodded, didn't say anything at first, then took off his sunglasses and said, "We are sorry."
"Sorry for what?" Killa asked.
"Sorry for what happened in the bathroom." One's voice was almost a whisper; his body language radiating discomfort and something Killa thought might be embarrassment, but wasn't sure. Two must have told him what happened, the jerk. But why did One feel so bad? He wasn't responsible for his brother's actions. She noticed he was looking at where she was absent- mindedly rubbing her forearm, then saw him wince at the hand-sized developing bruise.
"Let me see your arm," he said as he held out his hands to her. Killa scooted a little closer and handed him her arm; he then circled the darkening bruise with both of his hands-- it felt warm, a little tingly. When he finished, the bruise was gone.
"How did you do that?" Killa asked, touching the place where the mark had been.
"Where else does it hurt?" he asked softly, then noticed her bruised lips and a mark on her neck. "Come here." One had learned from Two's mistakes and waited to let her decide what to do, he just wanted to fix the problem so she wouldn't hurt. Maybe if she didn't hurt she wouldn't be quite as angry with Two anymore.
Killa assessed One for a moment, then moved closer to him. This was more than a little weird, but she liked One and had seen Kadoya do healing before too, just never anything so quick. Wait, once at a competition she had been sure she broke her arm, then Kadoya had applied some sort of cream to it and the pain immediately went away. Maybe it was a martial arts thing, she'd have to ask Kadoya.
While Killa considered, One watched the emotions play across her face, first suspicion, then reflection, then a decision to accept him. Good. He noticed many small disruptions in her code, the worst in her back, neck and lips. When he began to reach for her, he noticed that she withdrew a tiny bit, so he waited and let her close the rest of the distance herself until they were almost touching. First he ran his forefinger over her lips, then the palm of his hand over the sensitive skin of her neck; she shivered slightly and angled her neck so he could reach the spot where she hurt. Responsive wasn't she? He began to imagine her reaction to his lips on her neck, his tongue tracing the muscles just under her skin, his lips lightly brushing the edge of her ear, nibbling along her collarbone; he could enjoy her, yes he could; but not today. He slid both hands over her shoulders and leaned a little closer to reach her back; she smelled like vanilla soap. He remembered what she tasted like from Two: vanilla and salt--salt from the workout, a better flavor than makeup residue any day. So close, she leaned her head against his chest as he healed the bruising and muscle soreness in her back. There. She should feel much better now, maybe she wouldn't be so angry with them.
"Feel better?"
"Yes, lots, thanks." She slid back to her side of the SUV, glanced at the clock and said, "Whoa, I really have to get to my final. We only have 20 minutes to get there."
One smirked "We recommend you put on your seatbelt; we're taking the highway. We'll have you there in five."
One pulled out into traffic and gunned the engine, started weaving in and out of traffic, squealed around two corners and pulled on to the freeway. He glanced over at Killa, and then raised his eyebrows when he saw she wasn't even paying attention; she was completely focused on her notes. Well. He accelerated until the Escalade was up to 130 MPH (it had been reprogrammed to exceed manufacturer specs), continued weaving through traffic; there wasn't much at this time of day anyway. Killa glanced up, then over at the speedometer, then grinned.
"This thing really goes. I didn't know SUVs could go that fast, or that they were that maneuverable. Nice." Then she went right back to studying like it was no big deal. One watched her out of the corner of his eye, but she wasn't faking, she really wasn't bothered by the speed, at all. That was different. She looked up again, said "Ok, you're going to want to take exit 309, then turn right onto Campus Drive. Drop me off in front of the library, that's about as close as you can get-you know where that is?" She folded her notes, unclicked her seatbelt, reached around and stashed them back in her backpack.
"Yes, of course, now please put your seatbelt back on." One reminded her incredulously.
"Oh, yeah, ok." Was that a smirk on HER face? Was she teasing HIM? No, it must be his imagination. He exited without slowing down, made the turn, barely, between two cars who honked at him and when he felt her side of the SUV lift off the ground he glanced over at her--she was grinning, like this was a fun park ride! He squealed to a stop in front of the library, scattering pedestrians and leaving a ten-foot streak of burnt rubber down the middle of the road and she started laughing!
"Sweet! If I win the lottery I'm going to hire YOU to drive me around. You can drive! Nice job with the pedestrians too. Scatter, don't splatter! Hehe!" She grabbed her backpack, smiled at him, blew him a kiss, hopped out of the car and ran into campus. One looked in the rearview mirror, saw the lights of a police car approaching and took off back to the dojo.