Ahaha…this, my peoples, is the final chapter of Yin and Yang. I was soo completely bored in class when I was finished with the class work and had nothing to do. I tried to draw, but I was so uninspired. :sigh: well, here it is folksies.
Brooke's P.O.V.
Brooke's current state of mind was in shambles and her physical condition was no better. Wuya was still snagging at her hair and she had been shoved to her knees.
At a time like this, Brooke thought that the physical pain would be the thing really killing her, but she was somewhat shocked at herself to find that her humiliation and embarrassment completely outweighed any sense of physical pain she was going through.
Giving Chase the satisfaction of seeing her in such a vulnerable position was hardly at the top of her to do list.
She listened and watched in bitterness as Chase and that damned bean talked.
"Why Chase, we just want what every evil-doer wants," that Bean said in his annoyingly thick accent, "world domination."
Chase stared at the Bean with such intense fury it could give Hell's temperature a run for its money.
"And where does she matter in that plan?" Chase bit back.
She? She doesn't even get a name?
"As I've mentioned before Mr. Young, you've got a weakspot for this here gal and so me and Wuya are gonna make you a deal."
A mixture of anger and fear rose in Brooke's stomach as that giant vegetable walked over to her.
"Her safety." He continued, placing a string of a hand under her chin and slightly lifting it up, so that Brooke was forced to look at Chase. "for your sworn loyalty."
Brooke watched Chase's eyes widen at the request. On the inside, Brooke's heart had just sank lower than the Titanic.
So she was basically screwed.
Her and Chase's eyes met and she stared at him fiercely, determined to maintain some dignity in her situation.
Chase soon averted his gaze and looked back at the bean.
"No." Chase said calmly, "I will not swear my loyalty to the likes of you."
Chase's P.O.V.
Chase had a feeling that Hannibal might request something like this one day but never under circumstances like these.
He had just been asked to make an impossible decision.
Chase had denied his request, but as a call on their bluff. What were they going to do now?
"Tsk Tsk," that hick said, "You disappoint me Mr. Young."
Chase followed with his eyes as Hannibal stepped away from Brooke and nodded over at Wuya. Before Chase could even turn his head he hear Brooke's pain filled scream.
By the time his eyes fail upon Brooke, she was curled up on the ground in the fetal position and clutching her stomach.
Chase was about to lunge at Wuya, but suddenly stopped when she brought her foot to the side of Brooke's neck.
"Another step Chase," said the witch in her raspy voice, "and she's done."
Damn it.
"C'mon Mr. Young, you can't win."
Chase stared at Brooke, still holding on to her stomach and Wuya above her. He quickly calculated the chances of him making it over to Wuya in time to stop her from causing Brooke any bodily harm…that was zero. By the time he did make it over, Brooke's neck would be snapped in two.
Heaving a mental sigh of frustrated defeat, Chase turned back to Hannibal, furious at both himself and the bean.
If he hadn't allowed himself to care for this woman, he wouldn't be in this predicament.
"Fine," Chase hissed as Brooke looked up at him, hatred burning behind her eyes. Chase's tore his gaze from the female Soyan and turned to face Hannibal. "We have a deal."
Without even looking, Chase could hear the disbelieving gasp escape from Brooke's direction.
"Ah-ah Mr. Young, I know how you like to play with words," Hannibal mocked, "I want you to say it. Tell me, 'I swear my undying loyalty to you, Hannibal Roy Bean.' Say it Chase, say it just like that!"
There was a little bit of pep in his final words and Chase knew that he had been waiting a long while for this moment. For his downfall.
Glaring daggers at Hannibal, Chase opened his mouth to speak, but was abruptly interrupted.
"No. NO! I want this to be as sweet as possible," Hannibal said practically skipping, "Kneel!"
Heaving yet another mental sigh of untold frustration, Chase very reluctantly got down on one knee and faced the ground in front of him.
Brooke's P.O.V.
Chase? Is this really happening? Is this man, who I believed to be so evil, about to take a fall…for me?
NO! She told herself. She didn't want to believe it. She refused to believe it and get her hopes up.
She blocked out the pain of the pressure on her neck and focused everything into her hearing as chase opened his mouth to speak again
"I," he practically choked to get out, "swear my loyalty to-"
Brooke suddenly felt a huge relief off of her neck as she heard a loud bang coming from the direction at the top of her head.
She lifted her head in the noise's direction and saw Wuya sliding down the wall/
"Aah-" she heard a grunt and whipped her head back around to see Chase sending Hannibal in the same direction as Wuya with a high kick.
So much happening. Too much to process. What had happened to Wuya?
Brooke turned her head a little more and saw Caliph standing there in the door way with an outstretched and glowing, black hand.
Ok, let me stop here and give you all just the briefest of position status here.
Chase: right in front of his throne, directly ahead of Brook, who is in the center of the room. Theres like…8 feet between them.
Caliph: In the door way, directly opposite Hannibal and Wuya who are on the wall to the far…right…in my head anyway.
I'm just gonna assume u all know what Chase's throne room looks like, you know, the one with the cool ceiling?
Ok, back to the fic.
Brooke was gawking in disbelief at the man in all white (Caliph) standing in the doorway as his hand returned to normal.
Brooke watched as Caliph rushed over to her and reflexively flinched as he rested a hand on her shoulder.
With a hurt face, he immediately retracted his hand and stared down at her. She gazed back up at him and slowly made her way to sit back up on her knees.
Suddenly Caliph knelt down to her level and wrapped his arms around her tightly.
Brooke smiled and rested her ear into his neck as she felt a stinging sensation at the corners of her eyes.
He's back to normal! He is Caliph again!
Chase's P.O.V.
Chase was mentally recuperating from what he was just prepared to do. That was close. Too close.
That was dangerous. Too dangerous.
This woman was going to get him in more trouble than he needed. The prince of darkness had no room for any weaknesses. And as displayed tonight, she was clearly a weakness.
He looked over at the siblings currently embracing one another and formed no particular feelings about the scene itself, but he was curious as to how he had escaped.
Chase continued to ponder on this topic until he heard a stir from Hannibal and Wuya's location.
He snapped is fingers and instantly four cats appeared before him.
"Please escort our guests out," he said glancing over at the bean and the witch. Despite loud protests of indignity, and pleas from Wuya claiming it to be all a joke, the cats dragged the other two evil doers off of the premises.
Chase redirected his attention back to the Soyans. Caliph was standing again, but Brooke remained on her knees, perhaps unable to stand.
"How did you manage to escape from my prison?" Chase asked him icily. Despite all the occurrences since Brooke's fight with him, Chase still wasn't fond of her brother and felt no need in disguising it.
"You obviously underestimated my power." He responded in the same tone as Chase. (are all the men in Brooke's life destined to hate each other:sweatdrop:)
"And I set the others free as well," Caliph continued, "those children, you know?"
Ordinarily, this news would have set him into a rage, but as every other aspect of his plan had fallen apart, it did little more than annoy him.
Chase glared at Caliph and Caliph returned the expression.
Broth men's attention, however, was suddenly redirected as they heard a slight grunt and Brooke got back up on her feet.
Brooke's P.O.V.
It took nearly all the strength she had left to make it to her feet, but he had to do something about the insanity.
As she stood, Caliph made his way to help her, but she immediately stopped him.
"No," she said, holding up a hand, "we're about to leave, you can help me on my way out, but right now, could you give me and Chase a moment?"
Frozen halfway through trying to help her, he darted a glance at Chase then back to his sister.
"But-" he protested.
"Please?" Brooke pressed.
Caving, Caliph stood back up straight and with one final look at Chase, he left the room, leaving in there, just Chase and Brooke.
Brooke watched her brother's back until it turned the corner. She then directed her sight on Chase.
"Chase," she began, and he stared at her without moving. "I've got to go back to my clan, to straighten out the mess. I have to go-"
"You were never a prisoner," Chase interrupted. "What you do is of little importance to me." His words were cold, but Brooke had to keep from laughing.
This coming from the guy who was just about to trade off his freedom for her safety. She inwardly scoffed.
Brooke smirked and took a deep breath, hoping she was right about this.
Letting her knees give way, Broke felt her face pushing past the air as she was about to collide face first into the floor of Chase's throne room. Instinctively, she prepared herself for impact, but instead, felt herself fall into the familiar pair of arms which had caught her many times before.
She smiled as chase stood her back up, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her standing up. The result being that her stomach was directly pressed against his.
"You were saying?" Brooke asked riskily. Knowing Chase, he'd drop her just for saying that, bit he didn't. He held on, staring down at her with his slit eyes.
The intensity of his gaze almost made her depend completely on his supporting her, but she held it together long enough to get her message across.
"When I first met you, I couldn't stand you. It was like you existed on this earth for the sole purpose of annoying me," Brooke said, not breaking eye contact. "But that annoyance morphed into some kind of deformed attraction, and that attraction, into something more.
"I doubted your feelings for me however and when you asked me to suck out Omi's light, it confirmed my fear. But then…when you were willing to swear your loyalty to that…giant…bean, it cancelled out any doubts I might have had. Whether or not you'll admit it Chase Young, you care about me and everything that I do."
Brooke had a slight hint of smugness in her voice with her last statement, but quickly regained all seriousness. Looking down into Chase's chest, she heaved a satisfied sigh.
"But alas, we shall never know, right?" she questioned, not looking back up. "Good bye, Chase."
Brooke tried to pull away but was met with resistance.
She looked back up at Chase in bewilderment and was instantaneously felt his lips crash into hers. It was a rough, desire-filled kiss and it, combined with the fact that you could slide paper between to two of them, made Brooke's cheeks flush a deep shade of scarlet.
Her perception of time was distorted and as far as she knew, they could have been kissing for days.
When they finally broke apart, she was feeling a little light headed.
"Since you so stubbornly refused my initial request," his voice came from above, "you are still indebted to me."
"Still…indebted…" Brooke mumbled in response.
Finally, Chase released her and stepped back, while Brooke had to quickly place one foot forward in order to catch herself.
Gathering all of her composure once more, she stood up straight and, ahem, "walked" to the door, turning back only when she reached it.
"Good bye Chase," she said so that Chase almost didn't catch it.
Chase's P.O.V.
Chase watched as she turned the corner in the same direction Caliph had went. He stood there motionless and noiseless literally for minutes until he heard the loud bang of his citadel's door.
"Good bye, Brooke."
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