A/N: OMG! For once, I didn't focus on Viggo and Mac! YAY! Instead, we focus on tons of stuff, mostly Viggo and Nate, Moby, and Odette and someone else. Wheee!
I'll pay people money to draw pictures from this fic X_x I'll pay five bucks! Really! TEN for the scene where Viggo declares his love for Mac! Anyone?
All bribing aside, this chapter isn't so bad. It's not one of my favorites, but I figure it's best to have something written than nothing. The next chapter will hopefully have some cool stuff in it. So, get reading!
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As Kaori flipped the pages of her manga, looking for the place where she had left off, she heard yelling in the hall. She winced, looking at the door curiously as Nate's voice drifted into the room.
"You fuck! It's your fault this is all happening!"
"Nate, chill out man!" Viggo shouted, and Kaori quickly got up, walking to the door, hesitating. There was a whumpf and a yelp, and she quickly lost her reserve, opening the door and leaning out.
Nate had his fist out, Viggo leaning against the wall, holding his stomach and wincing. "You're goddamned lucky that I'm only gonna beat your ass, you fucking fairy!" Viggo looked up, and grinned cheekily, one eye still closed in a wince.
"There's other things I'd rather you'd beat," he chuckled. Nate growled, and then swung his fist, connecting with Viggo's cheek and throwing him to the side slightly. "Son of a bitch!" the Swede cried, grabbing his cheek, "You fucking loosened one of my teeth!"
"I'll do more than just make you lose a few teeth!" the American shouted.
"Yameru!" Kaori cried, opening the door. Nate and Viggo looked at her.
"Kaori, head on back into your room," Viggo said, surprising the girl, "Nate and I have some stuff we need to talk about."
"But..."
"Kaori, please," Viggo muttered, giving her a look. She hesitantly nodded, and went back inside, closing the door.
She heard another muffled yell and quickly went over to the phone, but stopped. Who do I call?
"Nate, okay, I get it," Viggo gagged, grabbing the other's arm, trying to rip his hand away from his throat.
"No, you don't! I really do like Elise, but because of you everyone thinks I'm an asshole!"
"You are acting like one," the Swede growled, then gagged again when Nate squeezed. "N-Nate, I can't..."
"If you had just kept your fucking tongue in your own mouth, or down your boytoy's throat instead of mine, nothing would have happened!" Viggo grabbed for Nate's arm again, but was shaken until he stopped.
"Boy....Mac?!"
"Oh, don't play stupid," Nate growled, then smirked, "So, does he take it up the ass, or is that one you?"
"Fuck- can't breathe..." Viggo moved his arm to try and get a punch in, but the American swiftly batted it away.
"When I'm through with you, you'll wish you couldn't!" Nate's other arm swung out, and Viggo winced, awaiting the contact. A sharp smack and an immediate loosening around the Swede's neck, however, was the only thing that greeted him. He sunk to the ground and looked up at Moby with wide eyes.
"Piss off," the Englishman growled lowly, dark eyes narrowed.
"Fuck off, asshole," Nate growled back, pulling his fist out of the other's hand.
"Piss off, mate, before I get real angry."
"I'd like to see that!" Nate shouted.
Kaori again opened her door, peering out cautiously.
Moby growled ferally, and slammed Nate against the wall with one hand, baring his teeth. "You want to see me angry..." he growled., eyes flashing in the hall light and looking almost golden.
"Moby!" Viggo shouted, standing up shakily, "Dude, lay off!" The Englishman glanced at Viggo, who looked at him pleadingly, and then finally pushed himself away from Nate.
"Consider yourself lucky, mate," he growled deeply, before stalking off to the room he shared with Viggo.
"This ain't over," the American growled at Viggo, before going to his own room and slamming the door. Viggo sighed.
"Oi..."
"Viggo-san, are you okay?" Kaori asked hesitantly, stepping out of her room. The blonde looked at her, already bruising, and nodded.
"I'm fine, Kaori. Don't worry, alright?" Kaori nodded, and they stood in awkward silence.
"There is something bad about Moby-san," she said suddenly, and Viggo looked at her.
"What?"
"He has never been like that. He has some sort of wild animal in him. I'm scared of him as I was of Psymon-kun." She looked at him intently. "What is wrong with him?"
"...Just some problems with friends, he says," Viggo said sullenly, not wanting to lie to Kaori. "I'll talk to him, alright?"
"Iie!" she said quickly, then frowned, "Don't. He... You should have Zoe talk to him. She can get through better than anyone."
"True," the Swede murmured, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I'll talk to her about it, okay?"
"Alright, Viggo-san... Just, please do not try to confront Moby. He's..."
"Not safe, I know. Believe me, I know." Viggo shrugged helplessly, then slunk down the hall, rubbing his neck.
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Psymon hadn't been expecting Oni to come running into his arms, sobbing, when he reached the lodge after a run down the backcountry, but wasn't particularly surprised by it.
"Whazzwrong?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in confusion. She shook her head, burying her face in his chest.
"It's horrible!"
"What is?" he asked, pushing her back slightly, "What happened this time?"
"I j-just found out... there really is no spoon!" she wailed, covering her face with her hands.
"She's kidding, right?" Zoe asked, sliding up behind the other two.
"Is that it? I found that out a long time ago," Psymon said gruffly, hefting up the girl and tossing her on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "But don't worry," he continued, grinning, "I'll show you something that is real."
"Ooh!" Zoe shook her head as the two disappeared into the lodge.
"Crazy kids," she muttered. She headed up the steps to the lodge, then blinked and looked at Viggo, who was sitting on the railing at the edge of the porch. "What's up with you, blondie?" she questioned, leaning her board against the lodge. Viggo looked at her, and shrugged.
"Got in a fight with Nate. Moby broke it up." He looked around, to make sure no one was there, then continued, "You should go talk to him. He almost slipped."
"Slipped? How?"
"...He went animalistic," Viggo said vaguely. "He's in our room..." Viggo tossed her his key. "I'm not sleeping in there tonight." With that, the Swede slid off the railing and headed inside. Zoe followed him, but went up the stairs instead of going to the lobby.
Zoe unlocked the room and entered, looking around. The place was generally clean and it was dark – the only light was from the bathroom. She slowly made her way to the bathroom, and her eyes widened.
Moby was sitting in the shower, using a towel to nurse his bloodied hands. The shower was on, pouring steaming hot water over the English boarder, who looked dazed, wearing a tight red shirt and baggy blue jeans. The mirror over the sink was shattered, most of the glass laying around on the ground.
"Moby!" she exclaimed, quickly stepping over the glass, and turning off the water. His hair clung to him like a second skin, as did his clothing. "What happened?"
"Got angry," he replied numbly, letting Zoe help him out of the tub and out to the beds. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it off, followed by his pants and shoes. Then, she had him sit down on his bed in soggy boxers, and went about getting some bandages from the bathroom. She grabbed a roll of gauze and came out, kneeling down at his knees and starting to wrap up his hands – the knuckles were all split and bleeding, and there were several scrapes on the back of his hands.
"What do you mean, you got angry?" Her boyfriend finally looked at her with recognition.
"I almost let myself go. It was horrible... I couldn't even do anything to stop myself. The... the animal just kind of came up and I couldn't suppress it because Nate was being so stupid and I just wanted to tear his throat out-"
"Moby," Zoe said, grabbing the man's shoulders and shaking him out of his babbling, which had been getting steadily more frantic as he spoke. "It's okay."
"No, it's not! If I keep this up, I'll be turning feral every time someone looks at me wrong!"
"You just need to learn how to control yourself. You've got more to deal with and contain than before, and you're not ready for it yet."
"There's no way I'll ever be able to control it!" he cried, burying his face in his hands. "You haven't felt this... it's... crazy."
"It'll get better." Moby chuckled without humor.
"...I wish Brodi was here," he said slowly, looking up past Zoe, out the window. "His Zen was always calming."
"Yeah," Zoe responded, looking thoughtful. She sighed, and hugged him. "It'll be okay."
"Yeah," Moby said softly, in a voice that assured Zoe that he didn't believe a word of it.
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The phone rang in Odette and Elise's room. This, in itself, is nothing to be surprised over. The person on the line, however, was a surprise.
"Hello?" Odette said as she picked up the phone.
"Holar, JP Junior!" Eddie Wachowski responded from the other side, laughter in his voice.
"Eddie!" the French girl cried delightedly, before saying sternly, "How come you haven't been calling?"
"I've been busy," he said vaguely. "Hey, how's everyone doin'?"
"Everyone's been doing fine. Some of us seem a little more..." she thought of Mac, who had been eyeing Viggo for the past few days with an odd look on his face, "Some of us have seemed a little more distracted than last year, but I feel that it will clear up as the season goes on."
"That's cool. Hey, I caught the race down Snow Jam. Who was the blonde dude tailin' Mac?"
"Oh, that was Viggo." She lowered her voice conspiratorially, "He's got a bit of a crush on the young American.
"Really? Weird. Anyways, tell Mac to watch out for him, he
seems like he's gonna be a big time adversary."
"I'll do that."
"Anywho, is Elise there?"
"No," Odette said, sitting back on her bed, "She went out. She'll be due back later."
"Alright, that's cool. How's JP?"
"He's fine, he got the cast off his leg last week. He's considering coming up for a few days."
"Yeah, Brodi mentioned that. I was just wondering why he would come up with a broken leg, but I guess you just answered that question."
"How is the Zen-Master?" Odette asked, turning the TV on. Eddie laughed.
"He just got back last month from this six week trip to a monastery in Japan. He shaved his head, but it's already almost back."
"Wow, he shaved his head? Oni will love hearing that."
"Let him tell her." Odette blinked.
"Huh?"
"We're gonna come up for a week or two to check up on y'all, make sure you're not being bad!"
"Really?" Odette smiled, "When are you coming up?"
"In a week or two, most likely. Maybe a little longer."
"That's great!"
"But you can't tell anyone, alright? It's going to be a surprise."
"No one?"
"No one." There was silence for a moment, then Eddie continued, "Well, you can tell Elise. But no one else."
"Alright, it'll be a secret."
"Cool. Hey, I gotta go, but I'll call back later."
"Alright then. Bye, Eddie!" There was a laugh.
"See ya, JP Junior." With that, there was a click, and Odette hung up the phone contentedly.
"Well, this will be interesting," she said, before turning the TV to MTV2, and sitting back to watch.
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A/N: Read, Review, and tell me what you like or don't like! Yaaay! (Remember, review with your e-mail address so I can inform you on the next update!)