Is it amazing that i've returned? I'm so, so, so, so, so, so, so sorry it took this long for me to post this chapter! But it's here now! It's here! Finally! Hehe.. ok, i've wasted enough of your time making you wait! Go ahead and read on.. P.S. sorry!
Chapter four: Warm welcoming
"Is it really important?"
"Yes." Matt replied honestly.
"…He left… Walked out." His heart sank, and in the moment he felt so low. It was wrong to ask such a question, but he didn't exactly know it was going to be something like that. "After my mother died… it was like I never existed… he never said goodnight to me anymore… he never made my lunch for school… frankly, he never spoke to me. I was like last weeks newspaper… and… after he remarried, my stepmother and he moved out." Sora dropped her head.
The blonde felt so sorry for her. It was almost worse than watching his brother die in his arms. "And… you never saw him again?"
"Never."
Matt cleared his throat, "And what of your grandfather? Why are these so called vampires after him…? Money?"
"Hell no!" she brushed her hair aside. "My grandfather is a mental case. Well that's what I think anyway. He has something that the vampires need… like a power source of some kind. I don't believe in it, but he claims to have it. But he also claims to have a special gift which is why I don't talk to him."
"So… you think your grandfather's a nut?" his only response was a nod. 'She has nothing to do with this… why am I assigned to capture a person that doesn't even want to be apart of something so dramatic? Do I like her? I can't like her… ok well I think she is hot, but I wont fall for her! It's only an act.'
Matt slipped down off the banister drawing closer to her. It was like a microphone was jammed in his head urging him to kiss her. 'I can't kiss her! Can I? What if it tricks me and I become uncontrollable? What if I kill her?' he swallowed hard, pulling her into his arms.
She withdrew shaking her head, "No… Don't do that."
It felt like anger eating away at his stomach, and a mixed emotion of thankfulness and depression. "What's wrong?" he tilted his head.
"I am not going to do anything stupid. I've learnt from my previous mistakes… I swore to myself I would never fall for a guy again." She shut her eyes turning to face the harbour. He studied her keenly, and noticed her pretty little hands were dampened from tears that rolled off her cheeks.
"Tell me… why did you promise yourself such a thing?" 'Because you want to make my job harder! How can I get you to fall in love with me if you refuse to love?' he sighed and threw back his head.
"My heart has been broken once…" He looked back at her. Still sad, still teary, and watching her made his head ache and stomach twist. "I don't want to feel that pain again… when I look in your eyes. I see…" she turned and stunned him with her reddening eyes. "Hate… emptiness… I saw that in… him…" her words faded. Him was better known as Leon, her ex-boyfriend, the man who put her through one of the darkest experiences of her life. "He put me through so much… I loved him. And… one day he used the most horrible four words I never wanted to hear." In a girls vocabulary, when a guy says to her 'we have to talk' it usually means this isn't working, or 'im about to tell you something that will make your heart bleed.'
Matt felt the hard burn again, intrigued to hear her story. "What were those four words?"
She cried gently. The tears streamed down her cheeks splattering over the floor into small puddles beside her feet. "He knocked at my door. I had prepared myself in a rushed five seconds and answered, joyfully kissing his cheek. He smiled back and said to me… 'We have to talk.' I nodded and followed him outside." She paused for a break.
"The further we walked, the more my heart sank, and the more frightened I became as night pushed daylight aside… he stopped taking both of my hands into his. Gripping them tighter, he licked his lips and whispered softly 'you know I love you?' I smiled, but I knew he was just preparing me for the bad news. 'Good. You're right, I love you more then life itself. But… I can't love you anymore.' My heart froze as he lifted a knife from his back pocket. He faced his reflection on the tip of the blade, showing me mine. I tried pulling away, though he gripped my hand tightly. 'Im sorry Sora… but I can't let you get in my way forever…' I threw him back and ran. The more I looked back, the more I cried and the more frightened I became…" she choked on a sob, Matt heard. He looked at her and turned up his lip squinting to see past her murky eyes.
"I reported him to the police. They found him and say he was drunk… I cried for weeks trying to get him out of my head… but I still felt for him… I did eventually come to my senses and joined the FBI; my determination got me where I am. But on that trip I made to get here… I swore to myself… love was a waste of time and I would never love again… I got where I am because of revenge…"
Matt shrugged innocently, "Revenge is not a motivation, Sora. But you're right… im some way I agree. He was just a bad person… you can tell he never loved you. If he did he would never have tried to hurt you."
"How do I know you're not just like him? For all I know you could be a possessed maniac out to kill me on some crazy assigned mission. That's the reason why I'm not making that mistake ever again. If I don't love, I can't be hurt… so I guess we can just be friends?" Sora offered out her hand to Matt smiling.
"Sorry princess. Im not interested. You're the enemy." He laughed at his own expression. "Alright, I think you need some rest, and my couch is waiting for me." Matt scooped Sora into his arms tossing her carelessly over his shoulder like an old sweat towel. She wasn't complaining. A free ride's a free ride. It saved her from walking the distance to the hotel. And it warmed Matt's shoulder, and her weight was only minor compared to some things he's had to lift in life.
They entered together into the main lobby, Matt felt ill in his stomach, it may have been the fact he hadn't had any blood in twenty-four hours or because he felt bad about earlier. "Can I ask you a favour Ishida?" Sora asked.
"Yes? Depends what you're going to ask me though." They entered the elevator together, shoulder-to-shoulder.
"Would you take the time to teach me another language? I want to learn Japanese… only because my mother knew it and it would be great to know something she knew."
"… Sure… I'd be honoured to teach you." As the doors opened Matt retrieved his key cleverly, trying to impress the redhead, readying to open the door. He unlocked it pushing it open and stepped inside.
Sora ran under his arm to her suitcase and searched through for a pair of nightwear. "I need the bathroom first!" she pushed passed him before the blonde had any time to shut the front door. There was a click from the bathroom.
'I didn't even want to use the bathroom.' Matt frowned puzzlingly. It was then he wanted to start the learning process, why not? He collected four sheets of paper diving back into the couch. 'Ah… so comfortable… I wish my lounge was like this.' He drew a pen from the top right hand corner of the page and hummed silently. 'Where to being? Basics I guess.'
"Goodnight Ishida." Sora returned from the bathroom and lay down beside Matt closing her eyes.
"Not yet. We're going to begin learning."
"Learning what?" she said through a yawn.
"Japanese. Like you wanted."
"What! Tonight! Are you crazy?"
"No im blonde, so open your eyes. If you want to learn you have to put some effort into it or you'll know absolutely nothing." Sora agreed and rolled onto her back gazing up at the paper Matt had lifted above them both. "We're going to start with something very basic since you're only new to all this." She shifted sightly. "Would you prefer to sit up?"
"It would be easier." Matt leaned forward as did Sora beside him pulling her hair back into a neat –but rushed- ponytail. "Ok… so what do I learn first?"
Matt tapped the paper with the pen and licked his lips. "Well… I think it would be easier if I taught you how to ask and say your name." Sora leaned into the arm of the couch opposite Matt and focused on the blonde. "Onamae wa nan desuka?"
"Huh?" Sora laughed at the accent. "I am so sorry I didn't catch one word of that. You speak too fast."
A smile tugged at the corner of Matt's lips and he tried again –this time slower, "Onamae wa nan desuka? Repeat."
Sora replayed his voice over and over in her head forcing it out, "Onamae wa nan desuka?"
"Great! That's right! And it means what is your name." Matt felt pleased by his accomplishment.
Sora stared grinning, "Onamae wa nan desuka?"
"Boku wa Matt. And now I'll ask you… Onamae wa nan desuka?"
"Boku wa Sora?" He laughed at the red haired woman slapping his knee. She –obviously not getting what was going on- stared at the blonde arching her eyebrow. "What's so funny?"
"You don't say boku, I say boku that's like you calling yourself he instead of she. You are female, so you say watashi. If you put it in a sentence, you would say, Watashi wa Sora desu."
"You didn't say desu before?" Sora tugged at her hair, "My brain is turning into mush!"
"Ok a little tip, desu is like full stop, and desuka is like question mark. If you want to be more formal that is. You don't have to say it." Matt jotted down a complimentary note and continued, "Ok. Onamae wa nan desuka?"
"Watashi wa Sora desu." Her fingers were looking for something to hold, so she just choked her fingers in her right hand. She was attempting to take her mind off all the thinking she was doing. But found it surprisingly difficult.
"See! You can learn!"
She complained, "It's hard."
"Not when you speak it often." He glanced up at her, "boku wa kimi no Vanilla."
"What?"
"Nothing." He smirked innocently. If you translate that into English, Matt was actually saying 'I am your Vanilla.' A line he took from the song he had preformed that night during the Celine Dion concert. "You look tired… maybe you should get some rest and we can continue this another night."
"You don't tell me when I am and am not tired!" she yawned.
Matt closed his eyes lowering his body into the couch. The cushions, cold and fresh fluffed under his head. He felt a warm body snuggle into his, tucking a blanket around his back. "Let me at least take off my jacket." He sat forward doing so, throwing the leather garment over a chair. Her body again radiated heat onto his as she lowered back down into his arms. "You're making me sweat."
"How's that my fault? You shouldn't be wearing tight black leather pants."
"You're right." He slowly twisted his waist enough to remove the material, throwing them over Sora down by the couch. Her eyes widened.
"Are you naked!" she screamed.
"No. Im wearing a shirt, and underwear." He laughed into her ear.
"Let me see."
Matt arched an eyebrow, "You want to see my underwear?"
"No. Alright I believe you." Sora ran her hand across Matt's thigh "…This isn't what it seems like… I am just trying to figure if you're lying to me or not." Her fingers ran over a strip of material around his hip. She recoiled quickly and held her hands together mumbling. "Yeah. I believe you."
The room became dark after Matt switched off the lamp. "Remind me why we are on the couch?" she didn't respond. He closed his eyes resting his arm over her side, "goodnight Miss. Takenouchi… see you tomorrow morning."
She yawned "… and try to be up early blondie… we are going back to my home in New Caledonia tomorrow…" he smiled tangling his fingers through her hair. She felt his hands trail down her neck and smiled when he pulled her closer into his chest.
"Perfect! Just perfect! They're both gone!" a red haired boy was tearing at a series of papers groaning. The paper flittered in the air and landed in a mess over the floor.
Mr. Fujiyama was seated in his occasional black leather chair sipping a cup of freshly drained blood. "Stop worrying Izzy… Taichi knows the plan… my plans never go astray." He smirked.
It was quiet for only a few moments. Izzy burst into a flaming inferno, literally. His hair turned to fire, and his eyes glowed a red. Mr. Fujiyama couldn't tell if the paleness of his skin was from the lighting, or the moon. "Matt is going astray!" Izzy yelled. "Our best vampire! We're going to loose him before you know it! There goes your plan, down the toilet!" Izzy spun his finger in small circles like a flushing toilet, and the flame died out.
"It's all apart of my plan Izzy. Calm down. You don't think I'd just let him go alone on a mission like this?" he sipped the wine glass placing it firmly back down on the polished table beside him. "You know what I want more than anything! And if it wasn't for this mission I wouldn't be able to get it!" Mr. Fujiyama ran his fingers back calmly through his hair. "I always get what I want."
"You do realize Taichi isn't agreeing to this whole plan? He is practically Ishida's best friend. He likes Matt… literally! Well, that's what I read in his mind anyway."
"He what?" Mr. Fujiyama was planning something most devious in his mind after Izzy confirmed what he had just said. "This is faultless. You really are here for some use! We can use Mr. Kamiya as bait… we both know Matt will fall for her… and then he will have to make a choice…"
"Choice?"
"Who is more important to him? Either way it goes, we win!"
"How so?" Izzy questioned further.
The glass was lifted again. "Well…" he sipped the blood slowly salvaging ever moment. "Think of it this way." The glass clinkered against the table. "If we loose Mr. Kamiya, Matt no longer has any line of defense! We can kill him with that damn crystal artifact! And we can all have his power… that goddamn power he never uses! On the other hand" he grinned slyly. "If he chooses to give up her life… her grandfather dies, and we have two for the price of one!"
"You really are the ruler of darkness." Izzy seemed quite pleased with Mr. Fujiyama's plan as he dialed a number into his phone laughing in his throat.
A disturbing ringing echoed through the hotel room. 'Mm…' "Sora?" his eyes were still closed and his arms were nevertheless around her. "Sor… wake up." He blew into her ear sending a rush of tingles down her spine.
"Mm… I'm sleeping…" he opened his eyes slightly, covering her mouth with both hands. She muffled, "I can't breathe" through his hand. She opened her mouth and licked his palm. Matt wiped the saliva on her arm.
"Yuck Miss. Takenouchi. You are a horribly sick person…" he shuffled left and right slightly. "And you hog up all the room on this couch." He nudged her closer to the edge of the furniture piece.
She grumbled for a moment and pulled on the blankets. "Don't push." He did so again pushing her yet closer. "Stop it Ishida…" he laughed and pushed her more. She fell, grabbing his shirt dragging him down landing practically on top of her. "Look what you did. Now I defiantly can't breathe. And im far from comfortable."
"I'm comfortable." Matt snuggled into her smiling as he closed his eyes.
"Ishida…" she said soothingly "Get off me."
He faked a snore and laughed rolling over whilst dragging her onto his chest. "There. Now are you happy?"
"Actually. Yes I am."
Sora pressed her ear to his chest deeply breathing in and holding her breath. "What are you doing, Takenouchi?" Matt arched an eyebrow attempting to lift his head off the ground to see her.
"I'm listening for your heartbeat." She smiled closing her eyes, tuning in to the rhythm. His blood pulse warmed her chest and cheek, almost like his blood intertwined with hers for that moment. Really, she wasn't looking for a heartbeat at all. She rolled slightly gasping after noticing the clock hanging from the wall. "You stupid blonde! We're late!"
He scoffed, "And who's problem is that, princess?" after hearing his smart lacking question she pushed him harder into the floor and stood up running to her suitcase where she began rummaging through for clothes.
"Matt…?" she said softly.
Matt threw his head back and studied the woman pacing towards him; she crouched down by his head. "Yes princess?" she threw her hand across his face leaving a large red handprint across his right cheek.
"That's for pushing me off the couch!" he rubbed his cheek thoroughly rolling onto his stomach. "Where was I?" She walked away gathering a selection of clothes entering the bathroom.
'She slapped me! How dare she.' He chuckled closing his eyes. 'New Caledonia… I haven't been there for a while. Taichi!' Matt lifted his middle and index finger to his ear tapping in a combination waiting for a moment.
"Well, well, well. Look who comes crawling back to little old Taichi!"
"Shhh!" he paced around the room rubbing his eyes. "From now on contact me by phone! This is too sneaky, and at least I can tell her im talking to someone, rather than lying and telling her I'm mad and I often talk to myself!"
"Do you know how much my phone bill is at the moment…?" he sighed. "Fine whatever."
Matt grinned and tossed a pair of jeans, fresh underwear and a blood red shirt over the couch. "What happened to you last night? You took off with Mimi."
"She's kinda cute and getting with people doesn't effect me remember? Mr jealous…"
"Could you stop rubbing in that, you're aloud to be attracted to someone?"
"I never said anything! You just assume I was about to say that." Yet another one of Taichi's advantages over Matt. As most vampires are unable to love, Taichi has taught himself otherwise from infancy. It may explain a few things, but also it makes Matt wonder why wasn't he be chosen for this job if he can fall in love without going completely insane?
"Well, I'm late for my flight. Talk to you after." He removed his earpiece tucking the communicator away in the pocket of his leather jacket. He stripped down the remainder of his clothing and at the same time Sora walked out from the bathroom, busy tying up her hair in a ponytail.
"Oh my god!" her heart almost completely stopped when she lifted her head with her hands fixed on tying up her hair.
"Get out! Close your eyes or something!" Sora quickly buried her face in her hands, dropping her nightwear on the floor. "There is one humane thing in this world left called privacy!" Matt growled.
"I didn't exactly know you were getting changed in the main room!"
He slipped on his jeans and sighed, "Ok. You can look now." He was nevertheless shirtless, but that didn't seem to bother Sora or himself. Matt trailed off topic, "So… what time does our flight leave, princess?"
Thirty minuets later…
"I can't believe you made me run!" Matt leaned over his knees supporting his body with his arms, which held his kneecaps. He was panting, and Sora was keenly biting her lip gazing around the terminal.
"We can't miss this flight. I told my neighbour I'd be back to feed Moppy, Charlie and Skiddy."
Matt lifted his head furrowing both eyebrows as the red haired woman continued fretting. "What are Moppy, Charlie and Skiddy? Moppy sounds like a… mop. Charlie sounds quite normal, and Skiddy sounds like a shit stain."
She sighed throwing her arms down to pick up her suitcase again. "They're my pets. Moppy's my dog, Charlie's my snake, and Skiddy's my cat."
"Snake?" Matt's eyes widened. "That has to go! Im not stying inside with a freaking snake trying to eat me!" Sora rolled her eyes and continued walking towards a lady. She was dressed in a red suit. Brown hair, neatly tied back and beside a que of people boarding the plane. "Oh, so we did make it…? Tell me again why we're going back to New Caledonia?" the woman at the front of the que shoved off a quick smile in Matt's direction taking his passport, checked it and handed the small book back to him.
Sora slowed down alongside Matt through the boarding port. "Well. Some crazy idea is these vampires are going there too." She groaned aloud and tried explaining further. "From what we understand in the FBI, they are going to strike sometime during the next week, I don't know when and I don't know why. A week, that's all I know." He nodded entering first onto the shuttle.
Matt crammed his bag into a component above the seat shuffling in beside the window looking out. 'This is so… awkward. Why didn't the PVO tell me they were going to strike against New Caledonia? This is becoming too much for me! I swear, by the time this mission is over, I'll quit and commit suicide!'
"Are you alright?" Sora leaned forward to catch his attention.
"Fine." He faced her smiling pathetically. A small beeping light signalled off in the shuttle asking all passengers to fasten their seatbelts, the flight assistants walked into the isles and demonstrated the way in which accidents or problems should be handled. Matt ignored them telling Sora how much they reminded him of prostitutes.
The plane began ascending from ground level soon in mid air. One of the flight attendants strolled down the aisle with a trolley stopping beside Sora's seat. "Could I get you anything to drink?" she asked.
"Coke please." Matt said raising a hand. Sora asked likewise. The woman handed two coke cans to the red haired woman and continued forth, pushing her trolley. "Mm… I love coke." Matt snatched one from Sora's hand and clicked open the can lifting it to his mouth.
A phone began vibrating in Sora's pocket, she licked her lips and flipped open the front cover. "Hello…? Yeah…"
Matt covered his mouth and interrupted, whispering loudly, "You can't take call's on a plane!"
"Shhh! Sorry, I didn't quite catch that…? Yeah… oh. Ok." Matt pouted gazing back toward the window. "Thanks a lot for that Mimi… talk to you later… ok, bye." She closed the phone tucking it into her pocket. "We have a slight problem."
"Really?" Matt arched both eyebrows grinning. "What problem do we have now, princess?"
"Shhh!" her hands covered his mouth completely, she leaned in whispering into his ear, "Follow me." She unbuckled her belt, as did Matt following after her down the aisle. She stopped beside two bathrooms toward the front of the aircraft; one door was symbolled with the picture of a smallish stick figure wearing a dress. And the door was obviously vacant for males.
The blonde grabbed her by the shoulder before she could take another step towards the girl's bathroom and hissed, "No way am I going in there. Do I look like I have breast to you?"
She mused, "Mm… no. But im not going in the guy's bathroom, and this is the best privacy you can get on a plane."
"If you do this to me, I will make you regret it so badly later!" he stood beside her with his hands on his hips pulling a serious expression.
"I'll take that chance, now get in." Sora opened the door pushing Matt first and closed it after entering. Matt's back was hard pressed into the toilet seat, and his feet pressed up against the wall, Sora was straddling his waist and sat with his knees around her breasts. Yes it was that tight! "You comfortable, Ishida?"
His eyes shifted vaguely around the small room. "Uh… all but the fact I feel like I'm being raped, I'm about to fall into the toilet, and something's digging into my backside. Other than that, I'm all good." A wide grin spread across his face.
"This shouldn't take long. Ok. For starters I have to give a speech tomorrow in front of the FBI officials. Other than that, my grandfather is there. He has absolutely no idea I live in New Caledonia. Now I know why the vampires are gathering there, he's sure to have this stupid power thing. And strangely enough Mimi has been researching on this artefact. And there is such a thing. She doesn't know what it does, only that it's thousands of years old and it means a lot to these bloodsuckers."
"Mimi's in the FBI too?" Matt tried shifting slightly as he asked.
"She joined the FBI around the same time I did. But I don't think that's necessary information at the moment." A flight attendant stopped by the door puzzled by the two voices coming from within the bathroom. She walked over to a trolley.
'I was never told about no stupid artefact. Thousands of years old, how come I've never heard of it?' "Can you move?"
"No."
"Please move. I'm starting to feel like a sardine. And im stuck somewhere."
"I seriously can't budge at the moment."
The woman returned and pressed her ear to the door as Matt continued, "How about you lifting, and I try slipping out?" The woman's eyes beamed open catching the wrong idea. It may have just been how Matt was interpreting it and the way he groaned the words.
"This isn't working Ishida." Sora sighed aloud after trying to lift herself off the blonde, though when doing so she hit her head on the roof of the bathroom.
"Well, couldn't it have waited?"
"No, it was desperate! And now after trying this its like I'm stuck on you."
"You are stuck on me. Its probably your clothes!" Matt growled.
"So what? You want me to strip for you?"
He laughed at the predictable redhead. "That's not what I said."
"That's what it sounded like, Ishida."
"Well, go on." He turned up his eyebrows and smiled. "You obviously don't mind if you wanted to bring it up. And you don't like me in anyway, so what harm can it do?"
"Don't play with me blondie. Because this game can be more than single player."
"I'm not playing with you, you're playing with me!" Sora rolled her eyes and leaned in towards Matt pressing her mouth over his 'What is she…' Matt completely fell for her forcing his tongue into Sora's mouth; both accepted each other strengthening the kiss in more ways then one. Sora bit down on his tongue and pulled away immediately. "Ouch princess! What was that for?"
She stopped to catch her breath. "For… kissing me."
"You kissed me first!" he said like he didn't need to take another breath.
"For one I didn't push my tongue to the back of your throat, and two… I was just trying to add a bit of excitement into the job. I knew you'd take it seriously." She grinned. "I have told you before Ishida, I'm not getting into another relationship. But I'm still happy to toy with you."
"I wasn't interested anyway." He looked away.
Sora grinned menacingly "Sure… Your mouth showed me the true meaning to that statement." Both sat in silence gazing at one another.
The sound of another woman echoed through the door, "Excuse me?" she tapped twice and continued, "Would you kids please get back to your seats? The plane will be landing soon, and the captain will be turning on the seatbelt sign."
"Shutup lady!" Matt bellowed angrily. "If you saw what position I was in, you'd realize I'm busy!" Sora covered Matt's mouth to prevent further conversation.
"Lady? Lady! Excuse me you dirty prick! Let go of that poor woman and get out of there now!"
Matt looked up at Sora pushing her hand away from his mouth. "I'm not even holding her! You stupid lady! You just have the wrong idea! You stupid lady, stupid lady, stupid lady, stupid lady, stupid lady!"
"Is there a problem here?" another voice came from behind the door. It wasn't the feminine voice they had heard; it was now a more masculine voice, another of the flight attendants. "Who's in there? Come out now! When I flight attendant gives you orders you must follow their provided instructions!"
Matt whispered under his breath, "What are these idiots on about?"
"We are prepared to break down the door!" came the feminine voice. "One…! Two…! Three!" the door shook making a loud chunk sound and fell back. Two figures fell out the door, Matt landed on top of the red haired woman hitting his head on the floor.
"Get off that poor defenceless woman!" the three flight attendants grabbed hold of Matt's arms and began pulling him away.
The two men and woman held Matt to the ground. The woman was holding his arms, one of the men holding his legs and the other man straddling his back. "Let go of me! Security! Security! Im being harassed!" he screamed at the top of his lungs continuously. Some of the passengers got out of their seats to see what all the commotion was about. "This is sexual and physical abuse!"
"Shutup blondie!" the man on his back wrapped his fingers around a clump of Matt's hair and pushed his face into the floor.
"Why am I being tortured like this? What crime have I committed?" Matt breathed heavily turning and shaking, side to side.
Sora pulled one of the men off and addressed herself, "I'm Sora Takenouchi!"
"I wouldn't care if you were the queen of London!" the man said tackling Sora.
"I'm an FBI agent! Let go of my partner and I before I put you all under arrest!" The man's hand darted out, grasping her arm and twisted it behind her back, cuffing her no sooner. "What! Since when do flight attendants get handcuffs? And why am I being cuffed?"
"Me and my partner are not flight attendants!" he was referring to the other man holding Matt's legs. "We have been on this plane, out to get criminals like you two! You were using a mobile on the plane, putting all these peoples lives in danger, and you claim to be an FBI agent!"
Sora groaned. 'Why do I get stuck with all the idiots?' "Just let me get my badge and I'll show you!"
The man shook his head and smirked, "Not likely. You're coming to security with us, the second we get off this plane."
Matt couldn't help but add to the conversation, "Don't worry babe, this flight will be descending quite soon." The other cop smacked Matt across the back of his head with an empty tray. "You people are nasty!" the one true flight attendant walked away, returning to her duties thanking the cops.
Only a number of minutes passed, and Matt was correct, the flight had begun descending from its airborne stage and dropped in for a rough landing.
Sora and Matt's wrists and ankles were shackled. Their bags were carried off the plane and the two were led into the terminal.
"Can we go now?" Matt asked bluntly.
"Look you stupid blonde arse, we're going to examine your clothes and bags for any explosives."
The man whom had shackled Sora earlier was now stripping Matt from his shirt. "Please don't ruin that! It's a nice shirt!" the cop ignored him and searched through the pockets of the shirt and checked no explosives were attached to his body. "Can you please stop looking at my damn chest, you sicko?"
"You really should watch what you say." People who were unloading their luggage stopped and turned to watch the police officers strip Matt from his pride along with what was left of his dignity. "You're almost done buddy." He removed Matt's shoes and socks followed by his jeans throwing them aside. Sora resisted the urge to laugh. "I don't think you had to do that!" Young women began whistling from behind Matt. "Look you lousy cop! If you look in the underside of my pocket, you'll find my FBI badge!"
The man laughed feeling quite pleased with himself and lifted Matt's pants. "Hold it! I found something." It was Matt's identification badge. The cop immediately unshackled Matt's ankles and wrists apologizing gravely. "I am so sorry Mr. Ishida! We didn't know Sora was coming back to New Caledonia!" the two men pulled off some kind of skin mask and smiled at Sora. "Fooled ya?"
"Oh no!" Sora's eyes beamed open. "It's you! You idiots! How could you not recognize me?" the second she was released she dived at the man who stripped Matt earlier slapping his face and yelling. "You knew it was me all along didn't you?" her anger turned into a face of laughter, she hugged the cop and kissed his cheek. "It feels so good to see you guys again!" she faced Matt with a larger grin on her face. "Matt, these are my two friends, Neil and Jason.
Neil (the cop who attacked Sora earlier) was rather tall with blood red hair, streaked blonde. He was fairly tanned to match his icy blue eyes rather similar to Matt's. As for the other man, Jason, his hair was jet black and spiked out. Jason's eyes too were a gentle blue, though his skin was not as tanned as the other man beside him.
Matt (still almost naked) shook Jason's hand receiving his first apology, "Sorry about that, it was Neil's idea. And we thought we may as well give you a real welcome into New Caledonia."
"Sora's never had a good eye for this kind of stuff." Neil took Matt's hand and shook it persistently. Matt slipped back into his clothes and walked over to stand beside Sora. "This vampire thing is getting more interesting every day! But other than that, we best get back to work. We'll see you both tomorrow, I'm looking forward to that speech Sora." He winked in her direction and walked away.
"Dirty bastards." Matt whispered.
"Don't worry Ishida, I know how you feel." She laughed walking over to the luggage compartment to collect her bags. "You're going to love it at home!"
'I really wish she wouldn't say that…'
Forty minutes later…
Sora opened the boot of the car lifting out two large and quite heavy bags. The car was parked in the driveway of a two-story house. It looked fairly new, and rather large, a mansion to be more specific. a large white and clean looking mansion with luscious plants and tropical ferns growing out front. "Is this your home?" Matt asked astoundingly.
"Sure is… home sweet home!" Sora sighed with a gentle smiled. She cleverly flipped out a key from her pocket and began walking through the grassy front lawn toward the house. Matt struggled to carry his bag, but never the less, managed to make it to the doorway. "Welcome to my home!" Sora pushed open the front door leading into her extremely clean main entrance.
White tiles covered her downstairs floor, four bedrooms, three bathrooms, one kitchen, two lounge rooms, a basement, and an attic. The style she had set her home in made Matt feel like he was spending his time in a clean homey jungle. Matt walked in dropping his bag as a small white fluffy dog charged towards him. "Oh holy crap!" it gripped onto Matt's leg and unceasingly humped him around his ankle. "Get your damn dog off me Sora!"
Sora held a finger over her lip. "Hm… he doesn't usually warm up to strangers so fast… he must really hate you!"
"I hate you! Do you see me humping your leg?" Sora laughed and pushed past Matt.
"You really are an amusing guy blondie. Just don't hurt any of my pets… no matter how annoying they become." She dropped down onto her knees and whistled. "C'mon Moppy! C'mon!" the dog looked at Sora and cocked its head, it quickly released Matt and dived into Sora's arms. "Aw. How was my little girl? Did she miss me? Did my baby miss me?"
Matt watched the dog receive a scratch behind its ear and a few kisses on its forehead. "Where can I put my bag?" Matt asked trying to make himself noticed.
"If you walk upstairs look to your left and there's a hallway, walk down the hall and it's the second room to your right. I'm just going to feed Moppy while you put your stuff upstairs." Sora stood up and followed the galloping dog into the kitchen.
"Ok…" Matt lifted his bag again and walked up the stairs. Everything was spaced out, even at the top of the stairwell; it was almost like she owned an indoor horse. 'If I see that damn snake… I'll kill it!'
He walked down the hall looking up constantly for Charlie. He stopped in front of his room and threw open the door. The first and one thing he noticed when opening the door was an enormous lion presently yawning, already occupying his bed. "Whoa! Holly shit! Sora!" Matt dropped his bag and ran out the door followed by the large cat. "Sora! Sora! Help me! Please!" the lion roared and pounced in Matt's direction. "Bad Skiddy! Naughty Skiddy!" he screamed whilst running down the stairs. "Sora! Get this giant shit stain away from me!" the blonde looked back watching as the lion shook out its mane.
Matt ran into an open closet door and closed it behind him. Everything was dark, and a slight hissing wet his right ear. "Charlie?" Matt felt his legs stiffen. 'What crime have I committed to disserve this?' he slowly lifted his hand to feel the snake's body. It was precisely almost as round as a garbage bin. He screamed, "Anaconda!" which is wasn't.
The blonde burst out the door, almost ripping it off its hinges and slapped the lion in the face as he dashed past, running into the kitchen clinging to Sora like glue. "You have a damn lion in your house! A lion! And an anaconda! Charlie and Skiddy are monsters! A lion and an anaconda! Not a little carpet python and kitten! A lion and an anaconda!"
Sora grabbed Matt's shoulders and held him still. "Matt! Breathe!" she smiled, "They're my pets. Ok?" she lifted her hand to his exceedingly hot forehead. "You need a drink before you pass out." She walked over to a cupboard and took out two glasses filling them with water she supplied from her fridge. "Are you alright now?" Charlie had entered the kitchen sliding through Sora's legs wrapping itself around her body, though not tightly.
"No!" he replied honestly. "Im petrified! You can't own a lion and an anaconda!"
She sighed, "Its not an anaconda. And I can. I have an authorised reptile license, and I have been asked from a previous mission to take care of them. And Skiddy's been my pet since he was a cub."
Matt polished off his glass of water catching his breath. He felt a slight nudge in his back and froze solid. "I'm too young to die." He begged through his lie.
Sora stroked the snake's head and slapped Matt slightly. "They are more tame than a trained dog! They wouldn't hurt you even if I wanted them to." Matt turned and noticed the lion standing on all fours before him. "Skiddy, sit." She said calmly. The lion obeyed her command and lowered his back legs.
"How!" Matt jumped slightly.
"Pat him."
"I will when im thinking about loosing a hand." Sora gritted her teeth and took Matt's hand running his palm across Skiddy's forehead. "Then why did it try to eat me before?"
"Did you run away from him?" Sora asked.
"Uh…" Matt mused, thinking back to when he was darting down the stairs like a crazed lunatic. "Kinda."
"Try and ignore them… I know. You can help me out with my speech and put yourself to some use in this house. It will take your mind off everything." She smiled and walked over to a table at the other side of the room.
That's it... i've gone ahead and the next chapters are already written, I just have to fix em up cause they need lots of changing done lol! Hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a review, constructive criticism, flames, ect, i just like to hear peoples opinions :D I'll be back again soon!
Regards, Sickai.