Re-read the previous chapter's ending since I changed it! Again, much thanks to Astera Snape's comment!
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Just a Game
A Change
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If it was even remotely possible, Ming-Ming's mouth abruptly dropped and went straight through the floor as red tinged her tanned cheeks.
"That's private!" It took awhile for her mouth to work in her favor, immediately standing up with her hands perched on her hips. "I will---"
"Anything goes, Ming-Ming," Rei reminded with a sickeningly sweet smile that was only enhanced to be spiteful by his feline traits, "You agreed, remember?" He then added for his own amusement when her face slightly paled, "Or do you want a penalty?"
In a similar fashion to Tyson, her mouth was set to an 'o' and it promptly shut once she muttered with a turn of her head, sitting down with her arms crossed.
"What was that?" Amber-eyes lit with glee, thanks to his keen hearing of being a neko-jin, and he instinctively leaned forward, eager for her to confirm it.
"I said I stuffed it," She said, whipping her head back to glare vindictively at the raven-haired teen, "happy?"
A round of collective gasps and 'I knew it' went about the group as well as some quiet chattering.
Seriously, what girl at that age can have a bust that big when you compare her to Hillary?
Yeah, see it now?
Now, don't say, 'She's a pop idol and looks are everything!' or whatever crap you can think of, because, as of now, in this mansion, that doesn't count.
Why?
Well, because it's Kai's mansion, people. He's the law...
...to some anyways.
Back to the things at hand.
Leaning back with a smug expression, Rei was pleasantly pleased with his work although that was short lived when the arm around his waist slightly tighten. His current dilemma and the urge to strangle Mystel came flooding back at neck-breaking speed, leaving him sitting rigidly against the clothed chest.
'Oh, shit. How'd I forget him'
Yes, how could he forget him?
"Great job, kitty," a voice beside his left ear, purred with a faint chuckle.
Rei involuntarily shuddered and hoped that it was the cold and not Tala's voice that was the cause of it.
'Someone shoot me! Anyone!'
As the Drigger was pleading with the Gods above to be miraculously struck by lightning, he failed to notice the unofficial Death Glaring Contest that was taking place between his Captain and his captor.
There's a lot of glaring between the two, huh?
Anyways, grudgingly, the pop sensation took the bottle and gave it a fierce whirl, still scowling at the Chinese blader into the next week, while Kenny futilely tried to calm the girl. In her irate state, her next victim was none other than Brooklyn.
"I choose Truth, please." The redhead decided with a warm smile that seemed to have calmed the girl's boiling blood to a simmer.
"Okay," nodding approvingly, the light blue-haired girl continued as a smug smirk crossed her face. Brooklyn was slightly confused as to why the other was smirking in such a way that it sent chills down his spine, causing him to subconscious inch closer to his coach, Hiro. That movement resulted in a wider smirk that was unfitting for her and more suiting for Kai and Tala. "Tell us the truth, Brooklyn, do you, like, have a major crush on Coach Hiro?"
In a matter of seconds, another fell swoop of silence descended upon the group, all eyes staring evenly at the asked individual who appeared to somehow manage to have an adorable faint pink blush fanning across his pale cheeks.
The females' thoughts: 'Aww! He's sooo cute!'
The males' thoughts: 'He can blush?'
"Yes" was uttered so softly one wouldn't be able to hear it if the group wasn't quiet, but fortunately, the motley crew was. An arm found itself wrapped around the blushing one's shoulder, causing Brooklyn's expression to look mildly surprise, which was a feat in itself, since he was hardly ever surprised. Maybe he was surprise because the arm looked astonishingly familiar. Maybe he was surprised because of how his heart was beating slightly faster than the norm. Sapphire orbs slowly traveling upwards on his left, colliding with a pair of twinkling crimson ones.
"You look cute," Was all that was said from the older Granger, his hand still gently holding his shoulder, before sensing impending doom for the redhead when he felt a prickly aura radiating death from a certain brunette female. Hiro glanced up only to find a sweetly smiling Hillary with her hands strangely clasped together tightly with faint twitches of the need to break something. That didn't seem to bode well. Oh, well, all the more reason to hang around Brooklyn, right?
Oblivious to his imminent demise at the moment, Brooklyn felt his heart tug at the comment and a smile surfaced. Reaching to spin the bottle, he sat back and watched it spin itself into a blur of sky blue.
Tinge of pink blush immediately disappeared as the bottle stopped.
"Truth or Dare, Enrique?"
Reassuring himself that Brooklyn was probably giddy like a school girl inwardly (he wasn't sure though), the damages wouldn't be too bad, right?
Right?
Right?
"Dare."
A grin surfaced.
'Crap,' echoing Tyson's earlier thoughts.
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"RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! The aliens are abducting telemarketers to force them to tell the whereabouts of the Triofloxinosiplordium Palordinox by threatening them by means of playing Martha Stewarts shows nonstop for 96 hours and then reading them the manual for operating the Ribocholeptrace Device!" Enrique stopped for the nth time, gasping for breathe and he felt the puzzled gazes settled on his being. Shrugging that off, he repeated his warning more loudly this time after taking a huge gulp of breathe. The European blond prayed and hope with all his might that nothing of ill omen will befall him...
He said that a bit too soon.
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Another show of running wildly about the street, only this time, spouting the 'Abduction of Telemarketers' left the group gaping at the supposed environment fanatic blader.
As if sensing the question of 'How the hell did you come up with that?' Brooklyn calmly replied after sipping water, "The intelligent insects told me."
A collective shared thoughts of 'Figures' entered their minds.
They snickered as they continued on watching the blond below them ran around like his head was lopped off. When four men dressed in starched white lab coat cautiously approached Enrique, the crew's interest pique.
Huh, wonder what they're going to do?
"Wonder who they are...?" Johnny wondered aloud for the group.
"They look familiar..." Rei furrowed his brow. The Asian blader saw people similar to them before on television, but who were they? Although it was somewhat hard to concentrate when a certain redheaded Russian blader was standing directly behind you, arm still wrapped loosely about your waist, and standing a bit too close for comfort.
'Even though I'm dared to sit in Tala's lap for the whole game, doesn't mean he has to stick with me!' A pause. 'Oh, great that just sounded wrong on so many levels.'
Inching forward to the being in front of him to put some distance between him and Tala, which happened to be none other than Kai, who happened to turn around at that precise moment he was moving forward.
Thus wide amber eyes saw some unnamed emotions flittered across his neutral face which happened to always be set in a scowl or frown, when cerise irises noted how close the Wolborg was.
'Is Kai...?' Drigger's heart fluttered the slightest bit against his mind's screeching at him to stop being ridiculous and remind that Rei was not gay. Oh, how his heart's fluttering betrayed him.
"You don't need to be that close to him, Tala," Kai grounded out with a flat out trademark glare.
Of course, the glare just bounced right off that smug smirk that was currently residing on the other's face. "Is that jealousy in your voice, I hear, Kai?"
Didn't he already stated that the word 'jealous' does not and will not exist in his vocabulary and anything that stem from it for as long as he breathe? Didn't he?
"It's called 'annoyed'. I don't do 'jealousy'."
"Is that so?" If light bulbs could somehow miraculously appear above one's head and light up, about a million of them would be popping up now and shining quite brightly above Tala's. "Hmm."
With the group standing before the closed balcony and windows, snickering away like little five-year olds, excluding the obvious ones, who were just content on faintly smirking, they didn't notice the three bladers absences.
In some way or another, that didn't sit too well in the Chinese blader's stomach.
How right he was.
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"Uh, who are you guys?" Enrique warily asked as he took a step back and they forward.
"We're here to help you," one said in such a way that it sounded like he was speaking to a mentally retarded child. "We won't hurt you."
'Tch, yeah right.' The blond inwardly snorted.
"What's with the needle for then?" His head jerked at the thin looking man blatantly holding the syringe out in the open, seemed to be filled with yellowish substance.
"Oh, right that," the first man acted like he had just seen the giant needle just now. "He's...going to use that for...um,"---quickly glancing at the other three who just very slightly tilted their heads---"Get him!"
Without a moment's notice the four white cloaked leaped at the frozen blond who happened to see his life flash before his very eyes.
"Gah, needles!" Instinctively, he dived to his left in the foot or so of snow that had the imprints of Kai's face in it.
'Okay, not such a bright idea to do that with them bearing pointy needles.'
Before he could berate himself any further or plan any course of actions, he was met with a sharp pain somewhere near his rump, falling prey to the now comforting darkness.
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While that was happening outside in the 'nice' weather that was considered so in Russia, inside the mansion, another entirely different happening transpired.
Still within a loose 'embrace', Rei fidgeted nervously under the intense stare down the two Russian bladers seem to be having.
"Then, you're...'annoyed' when I do this?"
Haughty smirk still in place, his grasp on the Chinese teen slightly tighten as he use his free hand to flutter up and down on Rei's arm, leaving feather-like touches with tingling sensations.
"Very."
"Haha, I see. I do think that is considered jealousy, my friend." Humoring the other, he released the Drigger for the time being. "I'll take him back when he sits, no?"
Prior to even get a word in, Oliver exclaimed with concern stamped all over his face, "They're the mental wards!"
"So Enrique's thrown in the loony bin?" Johnny turned around with his forefinger and thumb curled about his chin, appearing thoughtful, disregarding the view of a slightly flustered Rei, a silently seething Kai, and a very, very entertained Tala. "Heh. Figures."
Watching in horror, Hillary and Kenny stiffly turned around and glanced at each other as a single thought passed their mind. The Troublesome Trio along with the White Tigers, and the PPB All Starz laughed out rightly.
"Oh, man, that was a good one, Brooklyn!" Tyson managed to heave in-between laughter.
"Who...Who would've thought that would thrown him in the asylum!" exclaimed Daichi, rolling around on the floor and clutching his stomach in an attempt to subside the hilarity.
"Shouldn't we help him?" The French blade looked over to the others, beside those rolling on the floor peeling with laughter.
"Yeah," Hillary nodded, purposefully stepped on Dragoon's stomach, who sputtered for air, on her way towards the distressed lime-haired teen. "Maybe you should give the place a call."
"Good idea." With a pat to his shoulder from the brunette, Oliver trekked over to the heap of furniture in the corner of the room. Brows creasing, he looked over his shoulder, "The...phone's somewhere in there isn't it?"
"Somewhere's right," Max gave way a helpless smile once he righted himself to a sitting position.
"Oh, that's alright then. I can just use my cell phone." Flipping it out, Oliver treaded to the doors, "I'll be out in the hall if anyone needs me." A click and all was silent save for some sparse snickering.
"Alright-y" clearing her throat, the group settle back into the semi-circle, "since that was...unexpected, Kenny and I agree to change the game."
Another collective groans and whines were heard, mostly coming from the Trio.
"Oh, quit belly-aching!" Hillary snapped, "If anymore of these outrageous Dares go on, we'd all be there with Enrique!"
Whipping out small strips of papers and passing a handful around along with pencils and pens, the crew stared at the items before shifting it to Hillary with dumbfound expressions.
"You guys never played 'Most Likely'?" She huffed in disbelief at the lack of response. "Oh, alright. You just write any random titles, like 'most likely to die alone' or 'most likely to go skinny dipping' and so forth. After everyone finishes their pile of papers, you put it all in here," she had Max swipe Tyson's cap, who cried indignantly, and handed it over to her, and resumed, "then each one of us will take one and give it to the person the paper is most fitting to, but the other can't read it until the pile is gone. And everyone has to have at least one." Looking around, she saw some nod, some smirks, some snickers, and an occasional evil glint. "Okay, now, write!"
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tbc...
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Okies, not exactly my best chapter yet (since was there ever?) aside a little blushing Brooklyn and Rei, a very happy Tala, and a very pissed off Kai. Oh, and don't forget Enrique being thrown in the loony bin thanks to Brooklyn! xD
Oh and since it's been awhile, I don't remember if I replied to the previous chapter's reviews, so forgive me! I've been a little (okay, a lot) absent-minded lately, so no killing me by a blunt object kie?
Sankyu, and review!
