13 Shades of Grey

Chapter 04: Snakes and Spiders

RAN: Heya, sorry for the late update. School started again. Woo-hoo! NOT! Ugh, boring, boring, boring. Anyways, enjoy chappie 4!

Plot: A bet was made and Arista lost. Now she has to do whatever Brooklyn says for 13 days. But when she knocks him unconscious, he loses his memory. Its up to her to bring it back. Is she willing to help him? Maybe she likes him better this way. And maybe she doesn't want him to change back.

"Shahero!" Arista hissed, slamming down the lid of the box that Shahero was holding. Inside was a snake. They didn't know what kind it was, they just assumed that it wasn't poisonous because otherwise why would it have been at the school grounds? It had scraped its fangs along Shahero's wrist; she was scratching at it mercilessly.

Arista held a jar of spiders in her hand. She had moved it into the crook of her arm to keep it from falling. She wanted payback at Brooklyn and though she was getting back at him the whole week she wanted to make him suffer just as much as she had.

Over the week he'd wanted her to wash his clothes so she'd borrowed pink and yellow food colouring so all his clothes turned out tie-die. He still had yet to see them. She snickered, and she'd borrowed itching powder and put it in his drawers so whatever he put in there and took out would itch like hell.

She'd put little bits of leftover food and put it into his book bag where he wouldn't find it. She'd sewn on logo's with Miyami's help that said 'I'm gay', 'Kick me', and other stuff onto his jacket. Arista had also taken the liberty to mix garlic powder into his shampoo and spritz some oil in it.

Right now she was planning to put spiders in his bed and let loose a snake in his room. Oh the joys were endless. It had been a week since she'd lost the bet. This wasn't so bad after all. Things were defiantly looking up for her and the grey cloud that hung over her head had drifted away day by day. Right now she was sailing through sunny skies. And with Giancarlo on vacation she was almost as happy as could be.

Too bad things between Kai and Amber hadn't worked out. She thought. They weren't even talking to each other now. They just passed each other, ignoring. Blocking each other out completely. It was sort of boring she admitted. Before they argued and yelled at each other, always creating a scene. Now they were just sullen and all because Kai's ego was the size of North America.

"Okay, which one is his bed?" Shahero knocked Arista back to the present.

"Uhm, It's that one. The corner one. The other one is Hitoshi's."

"Really? Is he afraid of snakes?"

"Why?" Arista eyed the blunette. "You can't! Shahero! We have to get Dicklyn first, and then you get Hito's bed."

Shahero kept her gaze on the unmade bed, grinning. Arista punched her shoulder lightly so that Sen had to rub at it. She held onto the box with one hand and used her other to rub at her shoulder.

The snakes' head popped out and it slithered halfway out. Arista noticed and grabbed it's long green body and shoved it back in. Shahero closed the lid with Arista's hand still in it. The Russian yelped in pain as two fangs made their way into her skin. Shahero dropped the box and Arista dropped the jar of spiders. It didn't shatter thanks to Shahero who caught it.

The snake dangled from Arista's wrist, she yanked at it but that only made it worse. The snakes' fangs sank in deeper. Arista hissed in pain; she yelled and finally pulled out the snake. It wiggled on the floor, slithering in a almost painful manner. One fang was sunk into her wrist while the other was dangling from the snakes' mouth.

Shahero watched her, and looked down at her own grazed wrist. She rubbed at it; it was red and swelling slightly. Shahero set the jar on the floor and ran her fingers feather-light over Arista's hand and wrist. A sharp intake of air flooded the silver haired females' lungs. Her breath hitched in her throat.

"Aah..." She groaned. Shahero put her finger to the fang. It was covered in blood and dripping on to the carpet and their clothes. They were crouched down on the floor on their knees. She fingered the fang again, and started to pull at it.

"Stop it Senny, you're hurting me."

"I'm not trying to. I'm trying to get it out of you. Hold still, will ya?" Shahero tugged at Arista's arm.

"No! Because it hurts and it'll hurt more if you pull a---Stop!" She yelled because Shahero was set at pulling it out. She slapped away at her hand and moved back.

"If I want to kill myself I'll let you know, then you can pull it out for me!" Arista said sort of angrily. She fingered the fang protruding from the outside of her palm. Shahero picked up the snake from the tail and slammed it into the box closing the lid afterwards. She huffed and glared at it annoyed.

The door opened and in stepped Brooklyn. He dropped his bag at the door after closing it, then surveyed the two females sitting in the centre of the room. He glanced from Shahero to Arista to the jar of spiders back to Arista.

"Okay, now I'm feeling suicidal. You can kill me all you want." Arista held out her hand to Shahero. Blood oozed from the wound and splashed everywhere.

Shahero opened her mouth but Brooklyn beat her to it.

"Shit, Belyaev! What the hell happened?!" Worry was evident in his voice. He walked to them and kneeled down. He took a hold of her hand. His icy fingers trailed the fang to her wrist.

Shahero growled. "Don't worry Brooky-baby. She's fine, now, let me work my magick." She took a hold of Arista's hand as well.

"What happened?" Brooklyn looked up to meet Arista's gaze. He lowered it again and glanced at Shahero's hand. He trailed a finger over the red swell.

Arista's mouth opened and closed in a funny manner. She didn't know what to say or how to respond. What could she say anyways? 'Oh, I'm fine. This fang here belongs to a snake in that box behind Shahero. I was planning on setting it loose in your dorm but I guess it had other plans. I have a jar of spiders too, I'm putting those in your bed.'

Brooklyn looked up at her, waiting for an explanation. Arista just imitated a fish expression, which was of no help. Shahero opened her mouth but he beat her again.

"Okay, since none of you will explain I'm going to assume you have a snake somewhere in here. It bit you and one of the fangs got left behind. Am I right? Or you have a fetish with sharp pointed objects..."

Shahero growled. "I was going to explain but you can assume whatever you want now because you won't let me talk anyways."

Brooklyn slapped away her hand and examined the Russians' wrist. "Here, let me take it out."

"What? Are you out of your fucking mind?" Arista squirmed away from him and moved back a few feet. He moved towards her, pushing her against the wall.

"I'm trying to help you."

"Well, what if I don't want your help? Huh? What are you going to do then?" She sneered and narrowed her eyes.

"I'm going to take it out anyways." He replied simply.

Shahero just sat back and watched because she was smart enough to not get involved.

"Who died and made you a doctor?"

"Me. Now sit and stop moving."

"No! You're not the boss of me! I can do what I want, when I want. Right now I want you to stop helping me." She slapped at him again with her good hand.

"I own you, so sit still. You still have seven days left. Damn it, Belyaev!" He yelled.

Arista being stubborn shoved him back and getting up started to walk away from him. She picked up the jar of spiders from the floor and exited the room. Shahero followed her along with Brooklyn trailing behind.

Arista started to run down the hallway, but Shahero caught up to her and stopped her.

"Arista, you have to get that thing out of you. It could be poisonous you know." Worry was clear in her voice.

Arista sighed and nodded. "You have to get something for you too. Promise?" She held out her pinkie finger.

Shahero stared at it, then linked her pinkie with Arista's. "Promise. Let's go."

"Wait." Brooklyn called out, but his plea fell to deaf ears.

"How am I supposed to play with a fucking bandage on my arm?"

Shahero was skulking about in the change room. Arista sat on the bench colouring in a book. It was a colouring book and she was colouring it in with Crayola markers. She smiled and held up the finished picture to show off to Shahero.

"Look, isn't it nice?"

Shahero viewed the picture, it was messily coloured in, there were parts that went over the lines. It was really messy and not very nice to look at.

Shahero smirked. "What happened to it?"

"Har har. I'm serious, anyways I can't colour because of the fucking stitches and bandages. I'm left handed."

Arista held up her left hand for emphasis. It was lightly bandages in white cloth, making it hard to moved her hand around. Her right hand was perfectly fine though.

"I know. I just like to poke fun at others."

"Like yourself? You could because you look scary enough." Hitoshi's head appeared in full view through the door of the room.

"Fuck you." Shahero turned around away from his grinning face. She didn't want to admit it but he was definite eye-candy. She would just ignore that until she was ready to face it. Until she was ready to get over Brent cheating on her.

"Not enough time." He smirked wickedly. "We're starting practise, and coach sent me to get you."

"Are you sure you didn't volunteer?" Arista snickered.

Shahero rolled her eyes. And fumbled with the clasp on her helmet. When she couldn't get it closed Hitoshi stepped in and closed it for her. He stared into her blue eyes.

Shahero's legs seemed to get all jelly like when he looked at her like that.

"Don't you two look all comfortable."

"You have got to be kidding me."

Shahero narrowed her eyes and walked away from him. She stuck her tongue out at Arista and exited the change room.

Hitoshi turned to Arista. "You just have to ruin everything, don't you?"

"Yeah. It's my full time job. Now where did the tooth fairy get to with my money?"

He groaned and left the room after mussing up her hair.

"Screw you too." Arista called out after him, but all she hear was the sound of the closing door.

Since she didn't want to watch the practise she decided she would colour some more until they came back. She coloured in two more pages when the idea hit her. Brooklyn was out there on the rink. His dorm was empty. No one would know if she went in. She still had the spiders in her dorm. No one would know if she even left the arena. She smirked.

"God bless my brain."

She snickered and shot out the door like a gun. She kept running down the hallways, up the stairs, down another hallway until she made it to her dorm. She opened the door and grabbed a jar off her dresser drawer. She pulled a packet of safety pins too.

Arista bolted down out of her room and down the hall. She sucked in air through her nose, and just to be sure no one was in the dorm she knocked first. She heard no answer and made her way in.

Empty. Good, that was what she'd wanted. She made her way over to Brooklyn's bed and pulled back the covers and the comforter.

She opened the lid of the jar of spiders. One of them had died and there were several small spider webs clinging to the sides of the glass jar. She slid her hand in and plucked out a small black spider. She replaced the lid back on the jar and set it aside.

She reached into the black pillow cover and was careful not to kill the insect when she slipped it inside. She did the side with the safety pins she'd grabbed from her room. She grinned and reset the pillow down on the bed. She slipped another spider under the sheets and folded them down so that it couldn't escape.

There was the dead spider and another one spinning a web. She plucked out the web and spider together. She left this one under the comforter and smirked. That would show him. No one was the boss of Arista Dymitri Belyaev. She wiped her hand on the side of her skirt and closed the lid.

Mission accomplished.

She casually walked out the door and down the stairs. She'd left the spider jar in the stairs to save her a trip to her dorm. She was tired and walked sluggishly down the stairs and into the kitchens.

No one was in there so she decided to knick some food. She walked in and made her way to the iron door. She pulled on the iced handle. Her hand stuck to it. She used her bandaged hand to pull at her cold hand.

Somehow through it the door opened. She stuck her foot in between the door and the wall so she wouldn't get locked inside. After flicking on the light, Arista reached in and grabbed at a box of Popsicles. She pulled out a rainbow coloured one wrapped in plastic wrap.

She held on to it and put the box away. Smiling she unwrapped it and put it in her mouth. She opened her mouth to find her tongue stuck to it. She pulled at it but it was no use.

"Thath wilth teash mee."

Arista fumbled to hold on to the Popsicle, while her other hand was splashing water at her mouth from the tap. It came loose from her mouth, and she sighed in relief. She ran her tongue over her teeth and shivered.

Arista walked out of the kitchens and back into the change room. She glanced at the clock and noticed that only thirty-three minutes went by.

She decided that she would watch the rest of practise. There was only around ten minutes left anyways. She sucked her Popsicle and watched her former team-mates skate around the ice, doing laps.

She could see Hitoshi right behind Shahero, she smirked. He had it bad for her and she didn't even know. Or she did and pretended not to notice. Or maybe she just didn't care. Or, Arista thought sceptically, she liked him too but didn't know it. Maybe she needed more time to get over Brent. Yeah that made sense. Shahero hadn't seen anyone since she'd broke up with Brent. Or could you call it that since he cheated on her and then tried to rape her.

Being Shahero she hadn't gone to the police about it and had just beaten the crap out of Brent instead. With unnecessary help from her friends.

On the ice Shahero slammed her hockey stick behind her in between Hitoshi's feet causing him to trip over. He banged his helmeted head onto the floor and groaned. She was fiery. He would give her that, but she would see it is way soon enough. Besides she'd even started flirting with him. She just didn't realize it.

He grinned and got up going after her again. He sped up and skated circled around her. Shahero roughed him and moved in front of him. She sped past Amber, Tala, Ian, Aspin and everyone else who'd been in front of her.

She looked behind her for Hitoshi, but she couldn't see him.

His voice spoke from in front of her. "Looking for someone?"

"No, I'm looking for bug repellent though. There's a bug in front of me that won't go away. They just seem to be around everywhere."

That only made his grin wider. "Yeah? I've heard about it, haven't seen any myself." He was skating backwards now. "Oh, wait. I think I see one now." He patted her head. "It's you."

"Don't I feel special." She muttered under her breath. Then she checked him into the boards and sped up in front of him.

"Two can play at that game."

Hitoshi skated rapidly; closing the gap between himself and Shahero. He was skating so fast he didn't know she'd stopped and was talking to Arista at the sidelines.

He bumped straight into her, not stopping in time. Shahero felt the wind whoosh out of her lungs while she got knocked to the cool hard ice. She landed on her side, her injured hand underneath her and Hitoshi on top of her. She groaned and yelped when she felt the needle pinpricks of pain in her hand.

"Oh, fuck it. Geroff me, damn it!"

"No. I rather like the position we're in."

"Yeah, you could take her right here, right now." Brooklyn piped up from behind them. He had seen it all coming and snickered at the females misfortune.

"Shut it, Dicklyn." Arista snapped at him.

He looked over the bandage on her hand, but didn't say anything.

"What are you guys doing?" Tala swerved around the bodies, and stood in front of them. "You can't have it here on the ice. It's too cold. Do it somewhere else."

"We're not! So just shut the fuck up!" Shahero struggled under the weight of the heavier male. She propped herself on her elbows because he was straddling her hips.

"You," She poked him hard in the chest with her good hand, "probably broke my wrist." She held up the lightly bandaged hand, which had swelled at least half it's normal size for emphasis. "Now get off me or I'll have to hurt you."

"I'd like to see you try." He replied arrogantly. She opened her mouth to speak but she was cut off. "Shut up." Hitoshi said calmly.

She rolled her eyes. "Makeme."

"Gladly." He lowered his head, but was pulled back by Miyami, and Amber.

"Hey!" He yelled, he was thrown to his back and slid a few feet farther. "What did you do that for?"

"Because you're crushing her lungs and esophagus."

"I didn't know you knew such big words." Kai said lightly in Ambers direction.

"I know a lot more, but my fists talk better than I do." She stepped into a fighters position, and balled her fists.

He raised his eyebrow mockingly.

"What? You haven't said one word to me all week, didn't accept my apology and now you wanna fight?"

"Amber." Johnny placed his hands on her shoulders. "Kai, you know it was an accident."

"Yeah." Miyami agreed. "She didn't even know we were going to be there."

"Uh-huh. She was too busy trying to kill me to get a shot in at you purposely." Ian deadpanned.

"I wasn't exactly finished with you. Are you saying you want another round?" Amber snapped her gaze to meet the dark one of Ian's.

"I can breathe again." Shahero spoke up, she coughed a bit for drama, then regained her composure, stood up.

"Yeah, I thought we might have to do mouth to mouth on you. God knows that that's more painful than getting beaten up." Kane snickered and leaned on the sedge of the boards.

Miyami clucked her tongue. "If it was you I don't know who'd want to because you must eat garlic for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

Kane hissed. "I vant to suck your blood." He bared his teeth and made his way to Miyami's neck.

"Oi, suck Aspin's neck instead!" Amber led him towards the purple haired female. Kai watched her and inwardly groaned. He wanted to believe so badly that she'd really meant it that she was sorry. It just didn't look that way, and he didn't trust his gut feeling.

Shahero laughed. "He's not the only vampire." Hitoshi picked his prey and bared his teeth as well.

"Oh yeah? Suck this!" In one swift movement Shahero had grabbed Arista's half-eaten Popsicle and shoved it into Hitoshi's mouth.

"Hey! I was going to eat that!" Arista protested. "Great, and now it's all gone to waste." She grumbled as purple slush fell to the floor.

"Yeah, this is all fun and games until we have a match." Coach Carson skated towards his team. "I want five more laps from all of you. Oh! Arista, I need to speak with you about something I overheard."

Arista groaned. When he used that tone of voice he was either upset, disappointed or dead serious. Right now she wanted to crawl in a hole and bury herself alive.

Thanks to:

StarAngel Caelum SunSoar, Gems, Alexis: Digital Survivor, ChibiKai02, Ayuka-chan, ButterCup, Anonymous, and unknown.

Ja Mata, Arcada!