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Chapter 7: Leaving Home
She felt a bit dazed since her work, or maybe it was the hot sun on her back that made her feel so blank. She wasn't stopped by Christa's queries about why she had been in the bath tub and why she had locked herself in there anyway between preparing lunch for herself. The vicious snarl she gave her was sufficient to shut her up. Kaede had ignored the knife and jam falling to the floor as she swept carefully out of the room and somehow found herself on the front porch, with a light blue jacket pulled over her head, and her feet briskly walking off toward the sidewalk.
Maybe it would've been wise to stay with T.R. during this time instead of leaving him in her room alone. Maybe she should have taken something to eat for breakfast or in the least brought some cash with her. Maybe she shouldn't have done that to her sister, who had taken her out of the bath at god knows what hour in the morning and placed her in bed with a fairly attractive teenage boy. And then maybe she should have grown horns and took over hell.
Her eyes shifted from the glaring stance to a soft sad look. Alright, so she's done stupid shit in the last few hours. This was also an arrogant idea since those... hooded guys were probably still running around. Yes, they were definitely still running around. It was like she could smell it in the air, feel it in the pavement through her shoes, and hear it in the lulling breeze and constant murmurings of the bushes. The grass buzzed annoyed shouts as her shadow stopped on them and took away their sunlight. Swaying she ignored them, better to ignore than scream, not worth dealing with right now.
"What does it say?"
Kaede wasn't surprised when she found the T.R. standing calmly behind her. She knew she should have, for no man could run fast enough to get here and quietly enough for her ears not to pick it up. Not that fast. She realized that she believe what he had told her. So she was crazy after all.
His striped blue and white shirt was back on, which made her feel a little more comfortable. She creased her brow at his question.
"The grass. What does it say?" Kaede's eyes glanced at the grass and shrugged.
"Basically their telling me to get the hell out of the way. I'm taking away their natural oven, you know." She started trotting again, T.R. at her side and matching her stride as he kept vigilant eyes on everything that moved.
"You know this an idiotic thing to do with all those Rare Hunters around, don't you?"
"Should I have stayed in the house?" She asked calmly. T.R. shook his head bitterly.
"No, Marik's good at tracking magic scents. I'd say he was part dog if it were biologically logical for a human and dog to mate." Kaede wasn't even going to go there with this little conversation.
"I'm assuming those purple capes are Rare Hunters, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"May I also assume that Marik is the man that was making death threats last night?"
"Yes."
"So I've got a mass of hunters after my scent and a crazy man ordering them all because I'm just as insane because I believe you're somehow linked to this stupid ring-"
"The ring isn't stupid."
"-around a cord I'm wearing that belonged to my father's. And you're a thief of some kind, which hates me, and will probably kill me if I let you loose. Does that sum it up?"
"In more or less words it does." T.R., or maybe TombRobber, snarled softly.
"What solid ground of my old life do I have left here?"
"From my view you're standing on the edge of a knife, and with your balance it's only me keeping you from stabbing yourself, sweetheart."
"Don't call me sweetheart." She retorted coldly.
The next motion went by too fast. She had been walking briskly with her hands in her pockets, but all of a sudden her hands were out and held tightly in his clamped hands, and she was only a few inches away from his face. His brown eyes were dark and hate glistened in them like a fresh coat of highly polished paint.
"I will call you what I wish, sweetheart. You may have control over my serves, but never my mind. You never will have that. Hope to Ra that I never escape these bonds because if I do, you will know the true meaning of pain." His red tongue rolled the words perfectly behind long white fang-like teeth, his breath hot on her face and in her eyes. She should've been frightened, but strangely enough, she felt a different sort of bubbling in her stomach, a feeling felt at their first conversation in the kitchen. An iron-hot movement that rose from the depths of her and shown brightly, like high beams in the dead of night; hot rage.
She didn't need to think about what she was going to say, it was just sort of there, that on upon reflection several hours later she found herself embarrassed at what flopped out of her mouth.
"Let go of me you bastard or I'll kick you so hard you won't be able to even think about whether or not you can have kids." She watched the intense rage fill his eyes for a flicker of a moment before it subsided to a cool interest as he tightened his hands carefully, enough to sting but not be in un thinkable pain.
"Try me, sweetheart." Raged consumed all the space inside her skull so largely that she didn't have time to rethink it, only to feel her own finger nails twist and claw deep into his arms, hard enough to draw blood as she howled, and swing her knee up like a sledge hammer straight into…
For several hours the simple thud-thud and click-click of shoes from all the crowds filled the conversation between them, that and their careful pace set them apart. Kaede ignored them, keeping her head lowered and her fists clenched in her pockets, ignoring the hum of trees as well as the human speech droning around them, nor the increasingly irritated feeling of bodies close together. She found it easy to ignore the sun's alarming height as the afternoon came to a close. This dimming light was drawing out the nocturnal people, the same way bats sleep in the day and feed at night. A need to for entertainment of the night-life was too pleasant to be ignored in such days. Personally, she would have ever much liked to get off the street and go home, but with that…what was his name? Mark? With that… guy lurking around she was positive it would be stupid. But out here in the open, that was worse.
She looked up to a bright neon light blinking painfully into her eyes and then noticed the cloud of fog fluttering from her mouth and shivered as she hunched her shoulders and pulled her arms around to stay warm. It was in the middle of autumn, after all, and all she had on was a flimsy spring jacket. What was almost even worse was the fact that her belly was snarling with feeble hunger, a hunger she was desperately trying to ignore for the past four hours. Somehow it was the last straw.
"Hey, are you hungry?" She had stopped and turned to ask him. The piercing dark brown glare was enough to make her want to wince. After a few moments of shaking he made two very distinct shakes of his head. His vicious eyes never felt her face.
"Okay, I can see you're still pissed at me…" She muttered tiredly and looked about her self, shivering in her shoes, wondering what to do next.
"Oh…Why can't I think of anywhere to go?!"
"Because you're an idiot." A flare of annoyance pulsed but before she could bite her tongue she spoke.
"Well mister genius, what great idea do you have?"
"We go to Kaiba." Kaede wrinkled her brow in puzzlement. Kaiba? He didn't mean the cooperation did he? The richest company in the world with not only sun powered laptops, TV phones, electric cars, and (its proudest task) the biggest gaming company in history? No, he couldn't have. He couldn't know the President of Kaiba Corp. That would be impossible; it was much after his time if what he says is true.
And yet, in the darkening hours of approaching night, she could see in his eyes that he wasn't lying, in his heart he was telling the truth. His eyes told her so.
She started at him with a surprised look and wondered if she should have been relieved or even more nervous.
"You want us to go to Kaiba Cooperation…?"
"Yes." He replied in a snort, "Is there a problem with my idea?"
"Maybe…probably the fact that they wouldn't want to even talk to us, for one. You know how big businesses are, 'No appointment! Get out!' to the common person."
"Ah, that's were you are wrong, my dear," He said boastfully as he edged around her and started walking down the street briskly. Kaede followed without even thinking about it.
"Why is that?"
"Because I have a special…er…ticket. Something that fool will want enough to send us straight up into his office."
"And what is that?" T.R's eyes suddenly sparkled like coins in the Brazilian sun light.
"What every beaten man craves for…Revenge."
Kaede wondered later if T.R's plan had actually gone accordingly, would things had turned out any better?
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