(2 days later)
"Hey, everyone, nice PJs!" Max exclaimed, bouncing up and down on Tyson's indoor trampoline. Sakura rested her head against the window and smiled wanly as Tyson and Max continued bouncing, trying to outdo one another. Bunch of whack jobs. They made her happy, though, those two. They were like a couple of little kids, always having fun. It made her forget her life… a stab of pain from a deep, painful bruise on her inner thigh made her remember. It made her remember everything.
"Yeah, I'm surprised you guys actually showed up." Tyson exclaimed, then cried, "Ha! Three inches higher than last time, Maxy!"
"Why are we here?" Kai asked, leaning against the wall near Sakura, glancing at her. She seemed awfully quiet, and oddly sad. "And why is she here? If this is a pajama party (and I shudder to think if it is) then her presence shouldn't be allowed." Sakura leaned forward, grabbed one of her favorite pillows, and threw it at Kai with all of the might she possessed. It whacked him right in the face, and Sakura leaned back, smirking, as Kai spit out a bit of fluff. She loved her velvet pillows so much. Kai made to toss the ice blue thing back, but read the words first. "Goddess of Winter? Where'd you get this?"
"My brother gave it to me. Give it back. Now, as there are chaperones right there," she indicated Tyson's grandfather and Mr. Dickinson, as well as Kenny's twenty-nine year-old half-sister, Catherine, and his older cousin, Dairine, "there's nothing to worry about. So get over it. We're here to have fun, right? So, where's my pizza? Ooh, Sierra Mist, I love that stuff!" Tyson tossed her a can, then a bag. Inside were a bunch of sour jacks. "Yummy… you are so smart, Tyson."
"What about me?"
"Kai, shut up."
"But… Grandfather?" Sakura froze. What had he just said? No, not here, I'm supposed to be safe here, I haven't done anything, what does he want? She glanced out of the corner of her eye. Voltaire stood with a man half in shadow behind him. Sakura began to tremble. "What are you doing here, Grandfather? Who's this?"
"I just wanted to check and see if you were having fun, Kai. Sakura, your father wants to see you."
"Now?" She asked, voice quavering slightly. No, please no, please, I haven't done anything, go away, don't punish me, don't hurt me, don't give me to him, Father, please, oh God!
"Oh, no, not now, later. Tomorrow." Please go away, please go away, I'll give a billion dollars to the church if you go away, please don't ask to talk to me, Voltaire, just go away, please, don't touch me, don't… "He has something to… discuss with your brother and you." He was right behind her, and the guys were watching him, confused. Tyson glanced at Mr. Dickinson, who shook with rage. "And I have something important to tell you." She bit her tongue in an effort not to scream. "Sakura," he whispered so softly only she heard, "my bed is getting very cold. I gave you time to play with your friends. Tomorrow night, I shall be rewarded for my kindness to you. I," his voice went lower, and he breathed in her ear, "will fuck you so hard. I will enjoy such exquisite agony. Oh, Sakura, your blood, your cream, and of course," his voice went even lover, so she could barely hear him, "the fruits of our lovemaking, will give my maids quite a bit to gossip over when they wash my sheets." Fucking idiot, that was so lame, lovemaking my foot, if anyone makes love to me, you son of a bitch, it will be Kai! "Goodnight Kai, Sakura, boys. Sleep well, and have fun."
"Yes, sleep well Sakura. It'll be a late night tomorrow. Good night." She nearly fainted. Mr. Dickinson followed both men out. Now what was he up to? She was too petrified at what her father was planning to worry.
"What do you want, Dickinson?"
"Voltaire, you leave those children alone! And you as well, Daratrazanoff. Leave them." The old man clutched his walking stick, looking positively livid. The other two men smirked.
"We know how you feel, Dickinson." Sakura's father murmured. "It must be hard having to deal with such a troublesome child, one that's so… desirable."
"What are you implying?"
"Isn't it obvious, old friend? You want the child. She has the same effect on me, it's nothing to be ashamed of. She's very lovely, isn't she? Don't you think so, Daratrazanoff?"
"Sakura is that, sir, and the boy as well. They're enough to make a man's blood run hot…" Mr. Dickinson glared at the two and stalked back into the room, slamming the door behind him.
Sakura was so surprised and scared by the noise she fell out of her window seat. "I think we old geezers must be getting on to bed. Cat, Rini, might you two-"
"Of course, sir." The two men nodded, and left. The girls sprawled out on the bed. "You runts are stuck with the floor, understand?" Kenny stuck out his tongue at both of them. "So, guess what we're gonna do? We're playing Truth or Dare, and unless you losers wanna end up playing tonsil hockey with a dusty air conditioner, I suggest you pick truth. Understand?"
"Yeah, yeah. Who's first?" Sakura muttered.
"Hey, I'm not playing this?"
"Damn right you are, Kai Kaido Voltaire."
"Damn right I'm not." She glared at him so malevolently, all the boys shivered.
"Damn it, Kai." Every male in hearing distance flinched. "You're first. Truth or dare?"
"Dare." He muttered sullenly. He looked like a spoiled child, she realized. It was suddenly very funny. Sakura laughed and replied, "I want you to make out with Catherine." Kai swallowed hard. She knew he wouldn't do it. I was right, she thought, as he murmured, "Truth, changed my mind."
"Have you ever had a girlfriend?"
"No." Sakura stared at him. "I swear. My turn. Sakura, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"If you had to pick between living with me, Tyson, and Kenny, who would you pick?"
"You." Oh. He hadn't expected that. "Now, if you throw Max in, I'd have to change my mind." Ouch. "He's far more cuddly." Max grinned and leaned over slightly, eyes closed, whimpering like a puppy. She patted him on the head. And so the convo continued, something like this:
Tyson: Truth.
Kai: Are you in love with Sakura?
Tyson: Um… no!
Ray: Kai, that is so mean!
Sakura: I feel insulted, whadda ya mean, no?! Ouch!
Kenny: I like you!
Sakura: Good boy, Kenny. I don't like you anymore, Tyson!
Rini: Oh, that is just plain sad, Ken Doll!
Kenny: Don't call me that, Rabbit!
Rini: Shut up!
Kai: Both of you shut up, and Tyson, answer the question, truthfully.
Tyson: I… I… (mumbles)
Kai: Sorry, didn't hear that.
Tyson: Yes.
Sakura: Kai, you jerk!
Kai: Ow! Hey! Hey! That hurts! Ow!
Sakura: You are such a fucking creep, you bastard! Tyson, can I have your turn? Okay, Kai… who do you like most on the team?
Kai: Um…
Sakura: I'm waiting… still waiting. Kai!
Kai: I'm going to bed.
Sakura grinned triumphantly. "It's me, you just don't want to admit it." Kai snorted, replying, "Your ego is showing, Ice Queen."
"Hahaha." Kai closed his eyes at her laughter, trying to sleep. Or he was trying, until something cold and fluffy hit his cheeks. He sat up, crying, "What the fuck did you guys do?" Sakura clapped a hand to her mouth, looking about ready to fall over. Her eyes shut tight, and then she laughed so hard, she fell into Max's lap. Max's eyes went extremely wide, and a big, goofy grin spread over his face.
"Maxy, there's a girl in your lap!" Tyson exclaimed. Everyone sweat dropped heavily except Sakura. She was still laughing. When Kai looked in the mirror and saw Kris Kringle, he gave her disdainful look and a sniff.
"You're helping clean this off." Sakura grinned and dragged Kai into the kitchen. Leaning back against the counter, she looked up at him innocently- too innocently- and cocked her head. Kai looked her over, really looked, and smiled affectionately. She was wearing a pair of black shorts and a silky blue pajama top. It was only closed around her chest, giving him a delightful view of both her slender throat and interesting tummy. A white rose tied around the hilt of a silver dagger made him grin. "Nice tattoo. Now, help me."
"Close your eyes."
"Why?"
"Do you want me to help you or not?" He shut his eyes, then shivered as a small bit of the whipped cream vanished. A bit more disappeared, and a bit more, and Kai felt Sakura's warm, wet tongue flicking against his cheeks. "You have a bit on your lips, you know." She murmured, before her tongue reached out and licked them. At her second delicate touch, he opened his mouth and caught her in a passionate kiss, their tongues warring for dominance as Kai's hands caressed her shoulders and back. She was so soft, she was so soft… Kai pulled her closer, and leaned her back a little. She moaned, and wrapped her arms around his neck. The same thought was running through their heads: Tyson should have pajama parties more often.
