Author's Note: Yaay now it's gets exciting xD! Remember, italics means other language! By the way, I so totally don't have anything against Americans ;. The 'so TOTALLY' thing is actually from how /I/ talk xD. I talk like that all the time. For translations, 'Nicht gut glaubend?' means 'not feeling well?'
"Sofia, you should eat something." No answer came from the blonde at the counter. Faust leaned over her, dragging his fingers through her hair. She was resting her head against the counter top, her arms folded to add some kind of cushion. "Nicht gut glaubend?" A small shake of the head for a 'no'. Faust pouted over his daughter and gave her a small peck on her head before going back to sit with Eliza. Hana hovered by the teenager's side, her eyes dimmed with worry.
"No sleep?" The brunette asked. A pause, then a slow nudge of the head against her arm for a 'yes'. "Have you been taking your medicine?" Her voice lowered down to just a whisper. The blonde remained still. Hana sighed. "You shouldn't do that." A hand came out from under one of Sofia's elbows and popped up the middle finger. Hana rolled her eyes, but remained quiet after that.
Yoh leaned against one of the counters, waiting for a plate of food to come his way. Silva passed by and Yoh leaned in and stood on his tip toes. "Heey, how about throwing in something deep fried?" The native arched a brow at the request. He glanced over to their table, where Anna sat writing out more training schedules for the next two weeks. Silva sweat dropped and backed off from Yoh.
"There's no way I'm rising against Anna."
"You coward!"
"Look who's talking!"
"Shut up and get out of the way. I still have to order." Yoh glanced over his shoulder before pouting.
"But I'm still waiting, Ren. So do you." The Chinese teen scowled.
"Taos don't wait! And you're doing nothing but arguing over junk food." Yoh slapped a hand over Ren's mouth, 'SHHHH'ing him loudly. Anna's eyes slipped up to look at them. Yoh smiled nervously, waving over at her. Ren knocked him off and shoved him aside. "Get your hands off of me!"
"Outta my way! The Champ is here!" Ren and Yoh turned, only to see a teenage boy, girl and large form of a man stroll into the restaurant. The teenager plopped at a table with a wild grin on his face. Though beat up, the team all looked proud and happy. They'd obviously just gotten back from a victory match. "Tammy! Go get us some celebratory food! We so TOTALLY deserve some after that!" The teenage boy exclaimed loudly.
He couldn't have been older then sixteen, only a few inches short of Jun. He had long, light, brown hair with bangs practically hiding the honey colored eyes from view. Tanned skin was showed off on his face and arms. His neck was covered with fish netting with a cris cross pattern. Adorned upon his check was a dark, brown, khaki vest and a black t-shirt worn beneath. Long, black, baggy jeans flowed to hide his shoes, whilst a pair of whips were coiled on either side of his hips. To top off the safari look, The teenager wore large, dark leather gloves.
The girl, her hair dark and taken into a side pony tail,
had the same kind of jeans and fish netting. Only her top was a rainbow
colored, sleeveless shirt and attached to her right arm was a large,
metal fist with red, steel knuckles and fully functional jointed
fingers at the end. It started at her forearm and ended just below her
knee.
At the boy's demand, the girl Tammy nodded and walked up to
Yoh and Ren in line. The boy eased back in his chair with a loud sigh.
"I think a party is in order! Don't you think so, Gunter?" The ox of a man with pale, bald skin and clothing similar to the boy's, minus the fishnets, nodded in agreement. "Damn right a party is in order!" He got to his feet and held his arms wide open. "EVERYONE HERE... is so TOTALLY invited!" It was only 10 AM in the morning so only a few tables managed to clap and cheer. The rest were either too tired or didn't care.
Ren rolled his eyes with a scoff. "Americans. Does he have to be so LOUD about it?" Yoh shrugged, clapping for the teen.
"Who cares. Parties are always nice." Ren shook his head and looked back at the teen, then noticed the blonde sitting at the bar with her head against the counter. Her hands was clutching her arm tightly with white knuckles. Silva brought out Yoh's food on a tray and the brunette took it back to his and the Funbari Onsen's table.
Ryu had already made his way into the line and into a conversation with the Tammy girl.
"It was really hard considering how long the fight went on. But we TOTALLY had them from the beginning!" The boy boasted, sitting on top of the back rest to his chair. "And did you see them after we'd beat them? I thought they were ACTUALLY going to cry! I REALLY did. I almost felt bad! But meh, they're fault!"
Something slipped. Her nails dug into her arm.
"At first, they looked REALLY tough. I mean, like, STARVED-BEAR tough. But to be honest, NOTHING compared to us. Especially near the end. We TOTALLY made a come back and they were NOTHING."
Something cracked. The fabric over her jacket were clenched between her fingers.
"After that battle, we are ready for anything! Right Gunter?" The teenage boy smacked the older man's shoulder to grab his attention. "Right? Nobody can touch us! 'Cause we are team Potmos and NOTHING can stand in our way! Right Gunter?"
"Shut. UP." A voice gritted out, just loud enough to be heard over the restaurant chatter. At first, the teenager was the only one to look up. Sofia had her hands pressed against the counter ledge, staring forward at the wall opposite to her. The brunette arched a brow.
"What was that?" Her hand tightened its grip.
"Oh I'M sorry. After all that bragging your ability to hear anyone besides your own voice must've DIED. I said, SHUT UP!" Her hand slammed against the counter, only emphasizing her voice. Most of the restaurant had gone silent now. Especially the Funbari Onsen and Team Ren table.
After a long pause, only lasting a few seconds, the boy slipped off of his chair and walked over to her. The face and movements as calm and cool as ever.
"If you have something to say to me, little girl, let me see your face." The German girl turned gently on her stool, her eyes narrowed to a glare at the ground.
"If you have something to say to ME, BACK UP so you don't rub off any of that idiocy on me!" Sofia shoved against his chest, but before she could retract her hand he caught and held it.
"Don't touch her!" Both Ren and Faust rose up. The teenager didn't seem to notice.
"What's your damage!" He yelled straight at Sofia, gripping her wrist tighter. Sofia continued to scowl away from him. "And look at me when I talk to you!" From the happily boasting teen from a minute ago, there was a severe change to his attitude. The blonde's left eye twitched. She had to guess where his face was. Though he made it easier now that she had an idea of how he was holding her wrist and in which hand. She turned her head up.
"My DAMAGE? My DAMAGE is that I have a splitting head-ache after no sleep and some ass has decided to stand on a podium to describe how great he is! My DAMAGE is that the LAST thing this town needs is another idiot who already thinks he's won the TOURNAMENT. And my DAMAGE is that your stupidity is making me SICK. Now back UP!" Sofia drew out her walking stick and aimed to snap it against his neck. The teenager caught and leaned in close.
"Do you wanna take this outside?" He gritted out through a clenched jaw
"Is that all you can think of to say?" She whispered, unphased by both of her attacks being stopped. He grinned.
"I'm not hearing a no." Sofia winced. The pause was where Ren and Faust came in.
"Sofia, just calm down and come to the table." Her father advised, taking an arm over her to try and pull her away. Ren, however, took onto the offensive with the teenager. He brought out his kwan dao and aimed for the American's neck.
"Touch her again. I dare you." He said darkly. The brunette simply smiled, letting go of Sofia's wrist and walking stick. "Smart move."
"Well hey, if she's too scared to fight her own battles, I won't bother." The blonde girl's eyes widened.
"EXCUSE you? Get back here and FIGHT!" She would've leapt off of the stool had her Father's arm not still been wrapped around her waist. "Let me go!" She shouted, trying to wriggle free. The teenager grinned whilst Faust pulled her back.
"Calm DOWN Sofia."
"NO! Let me teach him a LESSON! I can fight him!" Finally, an elbow pounded against the doctor's gut and Sofia ran back to her stool, picking up a duffle bag near the stool legs. "You want to fight, don't you!" Unfortunately, Sofia was staring at least a meter away from the American, and she'd used her walking stick to find her stool again. The honey eyes blinked a few times before wincing with laughter.
"You're BLIND!" The teen bent his front down to lean his hands on his knees. "Th-the bl--bl," He broke into another fit of hysterics." The blind girl wa-ants to fight, huh?" Sofia's face went scarlet. Ren could practically hear the blood vessel pulse on her forehead.
"Scared?" She growled. He was still laughing when he decided to answer.
"Maybe if you were able to SEE, you'd know I was so totally laughing my ass off at you!"
"I'm not hearing a no." The teenager took a deep breath, another arched brow at her form. She was shaking. He grinned, placing a hand over one of the whip coils. "Well!"
"You wanna fight?" He nodded. "Okay, let's fight. Let's go, little girl." He passed by her, grabbing her by the hood of her jacket and dragging her out. Only Faust managed to catch her into his arms again.
"Sofia just leave it be!" She slapped his hands away, baring her walking stick as a threat.
"Don't touch me!"