Devil on the Doorstep
I'm on a role! Actually, I'm on a sofa, but oh well.
Devil on the Doorstep; Chapter VIII: Forgotten
"Why did you do it?" Kai burst into the BBA office.
"Hello Kai. I beg your pardon?" Mr Dickinson looked up.
"Why did you kill my father?" The Indonesian asked in a voice dripping with venom.
"I beg your pardon? How dare you attach such a thing to me!" Mr Dickinson stood up.
"I've just talked to Bryan. The BBA bombed Balkov Abbey. Innocent people were in there!" Kai balled his fists angrily.
"If they were innocent, then they shouldn't have been there!"
Kai saw red. Fire coursed through his blood and he leapt at the older man, only to be restrained by security.
"You… you MURDERER!" Kai yelled, hands falling limply to his sides.
"Kai, would you rather have those murderous men hanging around?"
"They aren't dead… innocent people died, but you couldn't even kill the right people!"
Kai shook off the security and stormed out the room.
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Taken far from my safety, the picture is there, the memory won't escape me, but why should I care…?
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Bryan hugged his knees. I always have to ruin everything… Why did I tell them? It only made Kai angry. He touched his bruised cheek gently.
"Bryan?" Max bent down beside the elder boy. "You ok?" Bryan nodded. "Well… you hungry?" Bryan thought, before nodding again. "Come on, let's have a look what we got." Bryan followed Max nervously. "Do you know where Kai's gone?" The falcon shook his head. "Can you talk?" Picking up the playfulness in the younger boy's tone, Bryan shook his head again. "Drink? What do you want?"
"Umm… Orange juice please." Bryan took a while on his answer, unused to being asked to choose anything. Max nodded and poured a glass of the liquid, sliding it gently over to Bryan.
"Bryan, could I ask you something?" Max cocked his head. Bryan took a gulp of the juice.
"Yeah, I guess so…"
"Would you be able to teach me some Russian?" Bryan, who had previously been trying to see if he could get the tiny drips at the bottom of his glass out, spun around in shock. "It's just, Kai gets really annoying with all his different languages, and I want to be able to say something to him in his native language, because he's always speaking in mine."
"Ok… if you want to, I could teach you some, I guess." Bryan said slowly. "But I've heard people say it's a difficult language…"
"That doesn't matter!" Max chirped, clapping Bryan on the back. "It's only a few words!" Bryan grinned suddenly. It made Max smile even more.
"This is hello…" Bryan scribbled something down on the paper. "Priv'iet."
"Priv'iet." Max copied obediently.
"And dosvidanya is goodbye." Max stared in confusion at the Russian word on the paper, then echoed it. Suddenly, Kai stormed into the dojo, and into his room. Bryan shrugged apologetically at Max and followed the Indonesian.
"Kai?" Bryan said timidly. Kai looked up, a warm expression on his face.
"Bryan! Come and sit down." He patted the space next to him. Bryan was too scared to do anything but, and he laid his head on the younger boy's chest. "Are you ok?" Kai asked, stroking his hair. Bryan felt tears blurring his vision and Kai held him tighter. "I'm sorry I hit you… I was just angry… Maybe you should stay away from me, you only end up getting hurt." Kai murmured in his ear. Bryan's only reply was to grip Kai tightly, as though he would never let go. "I found out who bombed the Abbey." Bryan looked up quickly. "It was the BBA." Kai's hands shook slightly as he stroked Bryan's hair. Suddenly, Bryan felt a wave of dizziness.
"Kai…" he gasped, pulling away and clutching at his chest.
"Bryan!"
"Kai… I can't breathe…"
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Then with the eyes tightly shut, looking through the rust and rot and dust, a spot of light floods the floor, and pours over the rusted world of pretend, the eyes ease open and it's dark again…
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Seth's eyes were dry as he looked over the remaining abbey recruits.
"Fadeyka. Look after the young ones." Fadeyka, a boy of about fourteen with long red and orange hair nodded and put an arm around the two youngest; Borya and Brody. "Are you two ok?" Seth bent down to look at them. Brody, who was only about five shrank into Fadeyka, thumb in mouth. Borya, who was a friend of Ian's nodded silently.
Suddenly, Seth felt someone at his back and someone reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. "You little RAT!" The Phantom yelled as a young boy began to fun. Seth stumbled after him, yelling behind him "Dima, keep an eye on the rest!"
Seth's breath was coming in gasps as he followed the boy and he swore under his breath. The young boy had stopped by a manhole, and was counting the money from Seth's wallet. Not for the first time, the Phantom wished that he wasn't a Hiwatari.
"Fifty… seventy… one hundred!" The boy crowed. Suddenly, Seth stopped.
"Ian?"
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Now you caught me in the act, you bring the thought back, I'm telling you that, I see it right through you…
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Hehe… cliffy! Fadeyka and Dima were the most popular names, so I gave up and put most of them in… enjoy! And please give me some more songs, I desperately need them! Review!