Reasons the author hasn't updated:
1) She's been on vacation (literally).
2) Her father is close-minded and refused to let her on the computer after finding out she was writing a story about two gay guys.
The following is a note from Kitty Kat-chan as she is on the beach, during her vacation:
Aloha! Hey everybody. Well, her I am, at Myrtle Beach with my family, under my big ol' umbrella, watching the waves. Hehe… I guess I kinda forgot to tell you that we were going on vacation, huh? Yeah…
Um, is it too late to say I'm sorry? -sees readers evil glares and their armies of chickens and chinchillas- Um… I guess so…
Well, look, I am thinking about ya! Really! I mean, I'm writing another chapter on the beach when I could be playing in the waves, or getting a tan, or watching hot boys go by… -watches a group of hot guys longingly-
But no, I'm writing another chapter, just to make you guys happy. You guys better leave me some good reviews!
That's an order!
ON WITH THE CHAPTER!
Warnings: Jak tells Daxter how he feels about Torn, and Daxter gets a little mushy when he talks about Tess. Oh, and beware for a bit of insanity too.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Jak and Daxter... Still working on it...
Torn's Little ProblemChapter 4: Oh, What A Loverly Mission
Three days had passed since Torn and Jak kissed.
And to say the least, things weren't going too well for Jak.
Torn barely spoke to him. When he did speak, it was usually to give them a mission, or to tell them to keep it down, he was trying to sleep/work/get rid of this damn migraine!
And whenever Jak tried to talk to the older elf about the kiss, Torn would suddenly send them on a mission—sometimes, it'd be a logical mission. And other times, it'd be completely crazy. Like at that moment, when Torn had sent Jak and Daxter out to milk one of Baron Praxis's yakkows to get some… well, milk.
Daxter sighed as he watched his friend milk the biggest yakkow in the pen as he leaned against the wall among all the bodies of any KG who dared to stand in the elf's way.
"Jak," the ottsel finally said. "You and I have been friends all our lives, right?"
"Yup," Jak said.
"So…. If anything was going on, you'd tell me about it…. Right?" the ottsel continued.
"Yeah…" the blonde-green elf said slowly, suspicious to what his friend was getting at.
"Alright. Then what's going on between you and Torn?"
The question startled the blonde elf. In fact, it startled him so bad, that he accidentally pulled one of the yakkow's udders too hard.
With an angry "MOO!" the yakkow swung his Almighty-and-Powerful-Tail-of-DOOM, and proceeded to bitch-slap poor, unsuspecting Jak.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
Jak fell over, dazed. Daxter rushed to his friend.
"Jak! Are you ok? Speak to me, man!"
The blonde-green elf sat up slowly, holding his jaw. He winced.
"Yeah… I think so."
Daxter waited till he was sure his friend was well enough to answer his question before speaking up.
"So… What's going on?"
Jak sighed. How was he supposed to explain this?
"Dax," he began, crossing his legs so he could sit Indian-style, keeping a weary eye on the yakkow. "How… uh, how do you feel about Tess?"
Daxter blinked. "Huh?"
"Just answer the question, Dax."
The ottsel crossed his arms and closed his eyes, a small smile on his face.
"She's… She's a great girl. She doesn't treat me like some animal. She treats me like a normal elf—except with fur and paws and a tail, y'know."
He paused, opening his eyes to stare at the wall, his smile turning dreamy.
"She always seems so happy to see me, y'know? And I dunno… It just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Especially when I see her laugh."
Jak stared at his friend out of the corner of his eye. This was the first time he'd never seen this side of his ottsel friend, and in all honesty, it was really starting to freak him out.
Daxter noticed the stare. He nodded. "Yeah, I know I don't act like I care for her. But I really do. I mean, how many people do you think would love an elf-turned-ottsel, huh? Not many, lemme tell you, buddy. She just… Takes all the pain away for me."
The ottsel turned his gaze to the ceiling, misty-eyed. Jak watched his love-struck friend, amazed, and slightly creeped out.
"When I'm with her," Daxter continued quietly. "Even though I act all crazy and tell those wacky stories and stuff, I forget all the bad crap I've gone through. And for a while, even though it's only for a little bit, I can actually feel happy, and care-free, because I know I'm making her smile."
The ottsel suddenly looked at Jak.
"So what were you gonna tell me, Jak?" he asked.
'Here goes nothing,' Jak said to himself, groaning mentally.
"That's… Well, that's kinda how I feel about Torn, Dax," the blonde elf mumbled. "I've never told him or anything," he added quickly. "And we haven't had any of those… Er, moments you and Tess are always having, but still…"
Daxter stared at his life-long friend in shock.
"You… You're in love with Tattooed Wonder? King Laryngitis? The Walking Popsicle?" he asked feebly in a dazed voice. Jak nodded, his head bowed.
For a brief moment, the ottsel just sat there in shock.
"Ok," he said finally. "I kinda saw this coming. I didn't really expect you to love Tattoo Face, but I basically saw this coming."
Relieved, Jak lifted his head and smiled at the ottsel. Daxter stood and walked over to his blonde friend, and sat on his knee.
"So… Does he know how you feel?" the ottsel asked.
Jak shrugged weakly.
"I'm not sure," he said. "I mean, he was the one who kissed me first—"
"WHAT?" Daxter screamed in shock, his eyes wide.
The ottsel's hands flew to his eyes as he crouched down, shaking his head furiously.
"TOO MUCH INFO! BAD MENTAL IMAGE! BAD MENTAL IMAGE!" he shouted.
"Would you keep it down?" Jak hissed, looking around wearily.
Even the yakkow seemed to find this disgusting. It was leaning down and hiding it's face in it's hooves, moaning as if in pain.
"Oh, shut up," Jak muttered to the two moaning animals.
"Sorry," the ottsel whispered straightening.
It was silent for awhile, till Daxter decided to speak again.
"So… You've kissed?"
Jak nodded.
"And you liked it?"
Jak nodded again.
"Did he like it?"
The blonde hesitated, then nodded slowly, mumbling, "Yeah… I think so."
Daxter wasn't quite sure what to say.
Jak sighed again. "It's so complicated Daxter. We only kissed once, but now he's giving me the cold shoulder, and… Giving us these really strange missions," he added the last part dryly, holding up the milk pail that had yet to be filled.
"Ok," the ottsel said slowly, his shock finally wearing off. Then he grinned.
"So… He's the dude, then?"
Jak gave the ottsel a weird look.
"Of course he's a dude," the blonde sighed. "Daxter, I'm not sure you really understand—"
"No, I understand," Daxter broke in. "Sometimes you're the dude, sometimes he's the dude… Sometimes your both the dude—"
"DAXTER!" Jak shouted in frustration.
"What?" the ottsel cried, clueless.
The blonde elf sighed, giving up.
"Nothing… C'mon, let's just get this over with and go back…"
The blonde turned to the yakkow, and proceeded to milk the rather irritated yakkow.
"There… That wasn't so bad," Jak said as he and the ottsel began to walk out.
However, the yakkow seemed to have other ideas…
Said yakkow suddenly jumped up, landing on his two feet… er, hooves, in front of the duo, and going into some sort of a kung fu stance. Jak and Daxter stared.
"Oh my Mar—" Daxter said dazedly. But he never got to finish, because in the next instant, he and Jak were kicked straight across to the other side of the barn by the temperamental yakkow.
"What the hell?" Jak shouted, twitching as he laid there on the ground, temporarily paralyzed.
"My spine…" Daxter groaned weakly in his ear.
Once Jak got control back over his body, he pulled himself up—only to discover that all the other yakkows had decided to help their comrade, and were now in similar kung fu poses.
"MOO-HA!" all seven yakkows shouted (or mooed) together, simultaneously lifting one hoof and leaping into the air.
"JAK, DO SOMETHING!" Daxter screamed.
The blonde looked around wildly for something that would help him. He saw nothing.
POW! SMACK! CRUNCH!
All of the yakkows descended down upon the duo, and proceeded to beat the living crap out of them.
"Jaaaa—OW!—aaaaak!" wailed Daxter as a yakkow smacked him against the ground, it's tail wrapped around the ottsel's body. "Do—OUCH!—something!"
SNAP!
"MY ARM!"
Said blonde, however, was in no position to help his friend, because he was too busy being used as a volleyball by the remaining six yakkows.
Finally, the yakkows grew bored with their little games, and threw their victims onto the ground.
"Oomph!" the blonde grunted feebly, his body aching. The yakkows advanced towards the fallen duo menacingly.
Despite his outward appearance, Jak had a plan.
As soon as the evil yakkows were close enough, the blonde renegade whipped out his trusty gun, and shot rapidly at the yakkows.
BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM!
The yakkows dropped like flies.
The creatures slumped over on the ground, mooing in pain for a few brief moments before they entered the land where all deceased kung fu-fighting yakkows go after they die… Yeah…
Jak sat up wearily, holding Daxter in one arm.
"What in Mar's name was THAT?" the ottsel hissed, eyeing the dead yakkows evilly. Jak could only shake his head in response. He limped over to the abandoned milk pail—which surprisingly hadn't lost any of it's milk—picked it up, and limped towards the door.
"I dunno Dax… But hopefully, that's the last thing we'll run into here."
Oh, how wrong he was.
"Here's your… milk," Jak muttered, dropping the pail onto Torn's desk.
Torn raised his eyebrow as he studied the duo.
Daxter had two black eyes, a clipped ear, and numerous bruises all over his body. His right arm and left leg were in casts, and he used two tiny crutches to help support him so he could stand.
Jak wasn't much better. His face was sporting a rather large bruise on his left cheek, while the rest of his body was decorated in cuts, scrapes, more bruises, and blood.
"Do I need to ask?" the redhead asked dryly, refusing to look Jak in the eye.
"No, you don't," Jak muttered, wanting nothing more than to fall into bed and sleep for a looooong time.
Daxter, however, wanted to give the tattooed elf a piece of his mind.
"Why didn't you tell us those cows knew kung fu?" he shouted.
Torn didn't answer though his shoulders shook from concealed laughter. Daxter continued.
"We got there, we fought the guards, we milked the biggest yakkow we could find, we're just about to leave, and THEN what happens?"
The ottsel didn't wait for the redhead to answer.
"Those yakkows suddenly jump up and start using kung fu on us! We could've been KILLED! By YAKKOWS! Didn't you even think to warn us?" Do you know what it's like to get sent flying across the room from a 400-something pound yakkow kicking ya?"
Torn dug his nails into his palm and bit his tongue, his shoulders shaking harder.
"But of course you knew we'd beat those yakkows," Daxter said sarcastically, glaring at the redhead through narrowed, swollen eyes. "But I guess you forgot about the CHICKENS, didn't you?"
Again, the ottsel didn't wait for a reply.
"As if we weren't bruised and bloodied enough! We walk out of the stupid barn, and we're headin' to the zoomer, and suddenly, we're attacked by a bunch of chickens—WHO WERE WEILDING KNUMCHUCKS!"
Torn dug the tip of his dagger into his palm.
He would not laugh, he would not laugh, he would not laugh, he would not laugh…
"And just when we finish with the chickens, Mar Almighty, here come the pigs, who obviously have BLACKBELTS in karate! But let's not forget about the roosters with KNIVES for talons, or the ducks that had BULLETS comin' out o' their beaks, and Mar forbid we forget about the sheep that had (1) FREAKIN' LASER BEAMS ATTACHED TO THEIR HEADS!" Daxter roared, hopping from one foot to the other in rage.
It was true. Praxis made sure that his farm animals knew how to protect themselves.
"NEXT TIME," Daxter shouted, hopping down from Jak's shoulder painfully and lifting his good arm to point at the redhead, "you can go and get YOUR OWN stinkin' milk! Do your own shopping for a change!"
And with that, the little ottsel hopped off the table and hobbled out in the most dignified way he could, pausing by the door only to give his crutch a threatening swing in Torn's direction before heading out.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Torn burst out laughing.
Jak stood there, watching the man he was in love with laugh his head off… Which was kinda creepy when you think about it, because Torn his such a badass and he rarely shows emotion.
As he stood there, watching, a strange feeling ran through him. It was a warm, fuzzy feeling, and it was… kinda nice…
'Is this how Daxter feels?' the blonde thought to himself as he watched the tattooed elf fall straight over, clutching his sides as he laughed hysterically… Which is just wrong…
Jak snapped.
Before he knew what he was doing, he had the older elf pinned against the ground and was kissing him senseless.
At first, Torn tried to break free. But eventually, desires overcame pride, and soon Torn had Jak pinned to the ground instead.
Torn ran his hands up and down the younger elf's body, encouraged by the blonde's moans and whimpers.
Their tongues battled for dominance as they each tried to tear the other's shirt off.
Torn's shirt was the first to be discarded (more like shredded).
Jak ran his fingers up and down the older elf's well-toned chest, causing Torn to groan loudly.
Impatient, Torn ripped the blonde's shirt off, eager to do some of his own exploring.
The two continued kissing, moaning, and touching late into the night, unaware of the many trials and insanity that lay ahead…
(1) I kinda stole this from the first Austin Power's movie (which I do not own). So just picture Daxter imitating Dr. Evil when you read that… Yeah…
So anyways, review and tell me what you think! Now if you don't mind, my PS2 and Jak 3 game are calling me. TTFN!