Book Dragon: slams head repeatively against wall "This. Is. What. I. Get. For. Writing. Everything. Before. Hand!"
Book Dragon: "I swear, I've been doomed to write romances…"growls
Book Dragon: "But. Who says she'll like him?" evil smirk
Chapter 10: Introducing the Kaiba
Javas just started at the boy with the iciest glare he had ever displayed, but on the inside his mind was on the edge of panic. Staring the challenger was the only way to get out of this mess unscathed. He was beaten bad enough as it was. If he accepted and lost again, well… Dad wouldn't be too happy.
"I don't accept your challenge. I don't duel before school." Javas immediately put his head down and shoved out of the tight-knit huddle. Or tried to.
The boys shoved him back into the circle with more power than he had, but he never fell. The gang jeered as the leader, the challenger, cracked his knuckles, and whipped back his brown long hair and glared back at him with chestnut brown orbs. This guy meant business.
"Now, now. Javas. I know you've denied every challenge for the last six months now. You can't afford to back down against this one, what would dear old Dad say when he found you in bruises, lying out on the street?" The boy flexed his arms a bit, as if loosing up, before starting to circle Javas inside the huddle, his boots thudding on the tar, and his physical strength becoming apparent to him. At this predatory stance, Javas found every human thought disappeared from his head, and was replaced by the cold hard facts about him. Out numbered. Out muscled. Out Gamed. But he had the advantage even still. The Kaibas were known for their brilliance. It was time to pull something out of it.
Taking a closer look around, he was quiet and ignored the on going babble as he quickly pieced together his plan.
"Yes, you do have quite a point." He agreed, staring at the leader with blank eyes, until finally the businessmen's bus arrived. Then at that moment he swung his leg up in his groin, and watched him fold like origami. Before the members knew what was even happening, Javas leap-frogged over him and sprinted as fast as he could. The momentary agility and strength surprised him, but it wasn't enough to cease the worry as they chased him, through the crowd, and on to the back of the bus.
Javas clutched the seats on their side of him, taking a few deep breaths, and looking at them in his poised stance. He studied the hate in their eyes and the movement of their mouths. All sound was deaf to his ears, even the steady pounding and shouting of the bus driver. But the gasps of the passengers would have been astounding. With his elbow, he knocked the lever to the emergency door, and turned and leaped out right onto the hood of the convertible behind it.
He ignored the sudden blare of the horn and the turned up surprised faces as he skipped across onto the van of another car, then a blue van, then a green car, and so on. All he could hear the frantic beating of his own heart as he finally jumped off onto the open gab on the sidewalk, taking no notice of the started strangers as he started sprinting off again, hearing the freedom whistle of air hurtling past him. He could have cheered, jeered, or even hooted like all the other boys of his grade. A couple more blocks and then school would be insight, the place of safety until the police got the eye-witness reports and they came knocking at his house. He'd have to find a spare few minutes to hack into their system on his laptop and erase the files during school. Easy as pie.
But the sudden force suddenly tightening around his middle, shattered all joy, and a scream almost escaped his lips, but it went muffled under a strong hand on his lips. His eyes went wide in shock as a pair of budging arms dragged him off into a narrow alley. Frantically kicking and putting up as much of a struggle as he could he knew it was too late, they had got him, and this was the end of the brilliance chase. It all came back to haunt him, didn't it? He was never good at strategy games. Actually, he wasn't good at any games.
Javas stopped kicking as he was taken down the narrow alley-way, not bothering to turn and see who had captured him, just hanging there, two inches of the ground, watching the garbage bags come and go like buildings outside the window of a moving car. His eyes were blank for a while, defeat taking over his soul yet again. The feeling wasn't anything new. But the voice was.
"Not bad for a first attempt. Very rash, though. I would've jumped onto top of the bus and made a leap for the low roof of a building. But, if I were you, I would've just ran into the nearest store. Couldn't touch you in there, not with all the cameras watching."
A powerful urge to hit himself came over Javas. What kind of moron am I?!
"But, that is considerable, considering your bloodline…" His blue eyes turned frosty in an instant. He was taught to be proud of who he was. Kaibas were a very respected family, and he had never heard such a clear insult in his life, usually is was all covered. That usually pissed him off because he was smart enough to pick up on them it the point were they'd just be blunt about it. Now that it actually happened, he found he hated it.
"My father is not an idiot." He snarled viciously. He never felt so angry in his life. If his head had been clear, it would have scared him. The stranger busted out laughing, a very dark laugh. This only increased his rage.
"A Wheeler is a Wheeler."
"What the hell is a Wheeler?" Javas spat. His whole body was shaking now. What kind of insult name is a Wheeler? But more importantly, what did it mean
Before he knew what was happening the world spun at lightning speed and his back hit the brick wall hard. Two deep dark eyes pierced through the cloud of anger and hit the core of his being. The cloud faded in a blink of an eye and was replaced by a tinge of fear. Those dark brown eyes, almost black due to the lighting, stared mercilessly into his icy shattered shield. He wasn't aware of the painful grip on both his shoulders, or worried about if the force could have smashed his laptop in his backpack, these things were swimming in the back of his head, just out of his reach. The only thing that could been seen was the shadowy knowledge of violence and pain dancing behind those glaring eyes, enough to make him feel on the edge of wetting himself. And in the next few moments he would have if the eyes had turned away and the strong hold released him.
His legs gave out under the weight of his body and Javas suddenly found himself sitting on the pavement, butt swore, but still shaken. He watched the owner of the eyes warily, but no longer unprepared. The kid was a bit short, Javas's chin was where the guy's nose level, but size didn't make him any less dangerous. The upper body strength said that he could practice some form of Karate, so did the fast reflexes. Yes, he was very fit compared to today's average kid. His hands were pale white, and creepishly spider-like, good for gripping and snatching things. His face was hidden behind a veil of white spiky hair, certainly wild. He wore a t-shirt, blue jeans, and regular white sneakers. Simple enough.
The boy turned his face toward Javas, making him flinch instinctively. He wasn't met with an ancient stare, but the mocking eyes of a teenage bully. Under the slight hazy agitation, it was easy to forget he was scared shitless a few moments ago.
"So, you're not a Wheeler?" He said in a devious chuckle, staring right into his eyes.
"No, I'm not." Javas agreed, still partly wondering what a Wheeler was.
"What's your name?" He started into those brown eyes a moment, noting their mocking was a veil. They whispered something on the lines of, 'if you lie, I'll know, and then I'll be all over your ass.' So he made the wise decision.
"Javas Kaiba." Javas had never seen so much shock in someone's eyes ever before. The kid was floored for a moment, before collapsing into a laughing fit so violent he lost his footing and hit the pavement with a loud thud.
A bit irritated, Javas let this slip. Probably because he was contemplating whether to run, beat the shit out of him, or figure out what the joke was. Before he could do anything, a pleasant but nervous voice broke his thoughts.
"T.R? What are you doing?!"
The kid stopped rolling immediately and got up off the ground so fast it made his eyes boggle, but that was soon dwarfed when he turned his head to who had spoken.
A short girl stood in the middle of the alleyway, but it was clear she was starting that marvelous part of life were she becomes a woman. The kind of stage when the boys in his class were noticing that the girls were very pleasurable to look at. And she wasn't an exception to that rule. She was the rule. Javas spotted the beautifully curved shape of her body trying to hide under the bulky clothing (surprisingly the same thing that boy was wearing), and wandered up to her thick lips and her pale but pretty face framed by long white locks ( to the boy perhaps brother and sister, maybe?). The most alluring feature to her was her glitteringly deep hazel eyes. He delighted himself to exploring her looks with his icy cool stare as she started at the white haired boy.
"You didn't hurt him did you?" Her voice was melodious to his ears.
"No." the boy replied through clenched teeth. She started at him a moment with curious eyes before looking directly into his blue orbs. Javas felt his heart rate kick up a few notches.
"Are you alright?" For a moment, he couldn't use his vocal chords. He was lost in her hazel gaze. He had to swallow several times with her puzzled and worried stare before he could speak.
"Yes, I'm fine." His voice was smooth, silky, and he was surprised to find himself not stuttering. Something registered in her eyes, a flicker of light, and then her face went slightly pink as she quickly looked back to the boy (T.R?). Javas held back a smirk as he rose to his feet, looking at her face.
"I'm Javas Kaiba." He held out his hand as if to shake. Involuntarily she extended her hand. It is human instinct to take something that is so plainly being offered without thinking. Javas had proven this over and over again in his everyday life. He counted on that. He bent down and kissed her hand lightly, and gently let go, watching her face turn a very dark crimson and watched her swallow a few times. He took satisfaction in her obvious shyness.
"And you are?"
"Kaede R-Ryou." She stuttered nervously, and looked into the sky as if wanting a meteor to come crashing out of the sky to hit her. He frowned a bit at this reaction, but no matter. Nothing that was handed to you on a sliver platter was any prize, it was better to work for things.
"Kaede…pretty name…it suits you." She nervously smiled, but looked relieved when T.R suddenly broke up the introduction.
"Right. Look, we've no time for dinner-party talk. So, if you don't mind, I'd rather you never told anyone you ever saw us. Good-bye." Javas distastefully watched him take her hand and start further down the alley. He was finding it very easy to hate this kid.
Javas sped walked right in front of them and blocked their flight further down the alley.
"Excuse me, but I can help you." He told them, placing his hands in his pockets and giving T.R the icy business stare. T.R looked at him with deep contempt and ignored Kaede's anxious glances.
"How did you know we needed help?" he asked in a low acid-like tone.
"Easy. You've got to be pretty desperate to be grabbing kids off the street. And, I have a feeling someone is after you, for what reason is hazy, but it is enough for you to be taking alley ways. A pretty powerful force. Personally, I'd say the police, or an other gang. Am I not correct?"
"Sort of..." Kaede agreed. Javas smiled.
"Then I can help you by giving you a place to spend a few days at, free of charge. Free food, beds, TV, the works." Javas watched Kaede give her companion another nervous glance before drifting to her sneakers again. Yes, this may be a challenge.
"Free beer?" T.R asked.
"If you want it."
"What's the catch?" Javas looked into the cold black pits of T.R's eyes and once again felt a trickle of fear run up his spine. He quickly shook it off.
"Catch? No catch." Javas said calmly. T.R's eyes narrowed, implying a clearly suspicious look. A knot of fear tied comfortably under his stomach and the urge to throw up was suddenly very appealing. But when the boy's face bloomed with a large smirk his eyes twinkled and the feeling soon subsided. A sense of victory filled Javas and it was clear this was in the bag.
"Alright. Deal." Javas took T.R's out-stretched hand. His grip was like a bear-trap, crushing his hand, not hard enough to break it, but enough to make it painful. The Kaiba took the pain without even a twitch. Soon his aching hand was free again and sheltered behind his other hand.
"Oh, I almost forgot," T.R turned to the girl in such away that he looked like her brother for a moment. He turned her around and pointed sternly to the small shop about a block away, "Go there and see if you can find the quickest and most inconspicuous route you can to White Rock Avenue." Kaede gave him a curious look.
"Why do we need to get to White Rock Avenue?" She asked in a doubtful tone. Javas watched his face harden.
"White Rock Avenue is a street that is swarmed with people. In a crowd, it is harder to get to a certain person due to the large number of people just moving without causing a scene. Ever heard there is safety in numbers?"
"It's safe as long as they have nothing to lure us out with." Kaede retorted. The boy looked at her worried face a moment.
"That," he said now looking at his nails, "is already taken care of. Now go." She started out of the alley at the sneer of his last words with an agitated face, murmuring something Javas couldn't hear with the roar of traffic stuffing his ears. T.R stood placidly in his spot, watching her go far enough to a point when he rounded upon Javas like an enraged cat.
"You're over stepping your bounds, my friend." He said curtly, before stalking forward with nimble movements. Javas involuntarily backed away from him, finally remembering the fear he had felt earlier. From the deep spiteful look in his eyes, he could see that something had upset him. His eyes widened slightly as his lips peeled off brilliant white insanely fangs, that had not been there a moment before, framed by wild white bolts. It reminded Javas a bit like a street dog, how when their aggravated, their fur spikes and rises in all places, and they bear their teeth and growl. All the while he was still moving toward him, in a completely silent tread that Javas had once thought impossible to complete. He stopped approaching about four feet away, ignoring the quiver in Javas's frame as he hid his teeth again and casually brushed his hair back with his left hand a moment, like he had just remembered a pesky dentist appointment he was suppose to go to but missed today. He curled his fingers around where his belt would be, before digging into his pocket. Javas felt a cool sweat dampen his brow as he watched with an icy expression as the boy took his fist from his pocket and raised it to chest level.
It was fast! The movement in which he produced the blade from the small red handle made Javas flinch with shock, it swung out as fast as a switch blade. One of Javas's old friends had once had a pocket knife. After expecting it he had tried to swing it out in such a swift action like they would do in the American movies, but found it soon impossible after the first fifty tries. His friend had laughed. Javas remembered asking what had been funny.
"You are. You've barely handled the thing for ten minutes and you think you can pull any trick."
"It shouldn't be that hard…"
"Are you kidding me?" His friend had exclaimed, "My old man had one of those when he was a kid, couldn't get it to do that until he had it for at least a couple of years. It's not the blade that is the problem; it's the amount of muscle strength in a flick. You've got to know the movement of a slice by heart. Only the seriously dangerous guys are able to do that."
Watching him raise that knife high enough so that he could see the thoughtful look on T.R's face, he examined the curved piece of metal, made him pale to ghost color.
"Do you know," T.R asked in a calm smooth voice, "why I picked her from the lot?" He brushed his index finger along the flat edge of the knife with a loving caress as he spared a glance to Javas. Sometimes, it was better to say nothing to such questions. Silence could be the right answer. Silence is golden.
"If you thought it was looks, you should have seen her mother. Her sister makes her seem plain to the eye, to which, I contribute her shy nature… No, it wasn't that." He looked up with huge lifeless eyes at Javas.
"So, if you touch her in anyway that seems…ah, lets say it insinuates a certain feeling, I will see it." He paused, as if letting the first part sink in through his assumed thick skull.
"I will also cut your hands off, as punishment. Are we clear?" Javas nodded. T.R flicked the knife back into its place with a graceful swish of his wrist and placed it into his pocket with speed. Javas just stared.
"I'm glad." He said and was about to turn away when he seemed to remember something.
"Oh, and if you ever mention this discussion, you will loose a lot more than your hands…" And to Javas's horror, he looked suggestively at his crotch before completely turning away and walking to the end of the alley, leaving him with his thoughts. Those thoughts were clearly disturbed.
Book Dragon: giggles "I was laughing my ass off after I wrote that part…please review!"