'Dashing through the snow…
On a three hundred horse powered sleigh…'

Ho ho ho!
Merry Christmas to y'all!

And my Christmas gift to you guys is…
Another chapter! Hehehe.. I mean, what else, right? ;)
Hope I'm not going too fast for y'all, because if so, do tell :)

So, thanks again for the reviews. Glad to see you guys are still with me.
And LadyDaisys, this is also one of my favorite episodes, it's so funny. Glad to hear you like the twist I gave it.
In fact, glad to hear you all like my own twists. Awesome!

Time to see if Vinnie's gonna leave Chaz alive, hehehe… Enjoy! ^^

Chapter forty six

Chaz dragged her to the kitchen, grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the fridge, his eyes wide open.
"Kiwi, what the hell… What are these things?", he managed to squeeze out, his grip tightened.
Kiwi knew he wasn't hurting her on purpose, but the fact remained he did.
Hurt her.
"Chaz, lemme go, you're hurting me… They're my friends. Look, I can explain everything but please, just lemme go…"
But Chaz shook his head and pushed her even harder against the fridge.
"They have… guns… Kiwi, what kinda trouble have you gotten yourself into?"
"Not even close to as much trouble you've just gotten yourself into, pal…"
Vinnie's voice.
Low.
Cold.
Threatening...

Shit.

Suddenly, Chaz got yanked away from her and she saw Vinnie grabbing him by the throat and pushing him against the wall, his tail lashing.
"You're touching my girl…."
Chaz stared at him, looked into the fuming red eyes of the white creature. Fear struck him when he saw the murderous look on the face that was now inches away from his.
Kiwi grabbed Vinnie's arm.
"Please, Vin, it's okay, really, he's a friend and he's just trying to help, how stupid that may sound…"
Vinnie didn't look at her, he was still studying the face of the human male who apparently had the nerve to hurt his girl.
The guy looked back, fear written on his face, clearly at loss what was going on here.
Suddenly, a tan furred hand on Vinnie's shoulder.
"Let him go, Vincent. Let's at least give him a chance to explain himself."
Throttle's husky and calm voice made its way into his with anger clouded brain and after one hard push, the white furred mouse let Chaz go.
The human male coughed and quickly made his way to the other side of the kitchen, as far away as possible from Vinnie.
Throttle gestured to the table.
"Let's sit down for a moment and talk about this."
Chaz hesitated, but Kiwi gave him a reassuring smile and sat down.
Throttle and Modo too, but Vinnie leaned against the wall with his arms crossed before his chest, the tip of his tail still twitching.
After one more scared look towards Vinnie, Chaz slowly sat down at the table, his bravado nowhere to be found.
Kiwi bowed her head to hide her smile. Even if this situation was fucked up, she somehow found it very amusing that he was so convinced he was the one to protect her earlier this day, but look at him now. He was no match for the mice at all.
Not that was necessary. They were her family after all.
Throttle studied the face of the young male and then sighed, leaning back in his chair.
"I know how this may look, but we ain't the bad guys here. So, chill. My name's Throttle, this is Modo and you already met Vinnie…", Throttle added with a small smile.
Chaz kept staring at him, as if he couldn't believe this was even real.
Kiwi couldn't really blame him. She knew the mice for so long now, she almost was seeing them as normal persons, but she could perfectly remember her reaction when she first saw them. It was almost too much to take in.
So, she decided to take the word, since it was clear Chaz wasn't able to.
"Guys, this is Chaz, a.. friend. Well, we used to be friends, before my parents died…"
Chaz looked into her direction
"We were more than…", but Kiwi quickly cut him off.
"Not important!"
Vinnie narrowed his eyes by hearing this.
No way.
This was one of her ex boyfriends?
Ah man. He hated ex boyfriends. He had this jealousy streak that he himself wasn't proud of, but was hard to control. Somehow, ex boyfriends always seemed to trigger that part of him…
Geez, I wonder why?
Kiwi saw him looking and quickly continued her story.
"We saw each other in the supermarket earlier this day and somehow, there emerged a slight misunderstanding about my new boyfriend…"
She gave Vinnie another nervous look, but continued.
"...so, Chaz is here because he thought I needed help, but obviously wasn't necessary and he just refused to leave…"
She now looked at Chaz.
"You now understand? Nobody can know about them. I couldn't tell you and if you hadn't stick your so called heroic nose into my business, this was never happened."
Chaz finally found back his voice.
"So you blame me for worrying about you? For trying to help you? How in the world could I have known you're hiding three walking, talking and fully armed… gerbils in your house?"
"Mice, dude. We're mice", Modo said patiently.
"Mice?"
"Mice", Modo nodded, still patiently.
"And where the fuck are you guys coming from?"
"Mars", Throttle answered tiredly. He was so not in the mood for this.
"Mars?"
Vinnie snorted. What is it with Earthlings repeating everything they said anyway?
"Yes, Mars. You heard it. Now stop playing the goddamn parrot and get the hell outta here", the white furred mouse snapped at him.
Kiwi gave him a warning look, but Vinnie ignored her.
Throttle slowly nodded.
"Yeah, I think it's for the best you leave now. I don't need to remind you about how important it is that you keep this to yourself, now do I?", he asked, a slight threatening tone in his voice.
Chaz swallowed and shook his head, but remained on his seat. He was obviously still not planning on going anywhere.
He looked at Kiwi, a strange look in his eyes.
"So, you're dating a giant humanoid alien mouse that is coming from Mars?"
She heard the patronizing tone in his voice and she rolled her eyes.
"He is so much more than that, but that's something you'll never understand", she answered with a ice cold voice.
That hit him. He leaned back in his chair, a tormented look on his face.
Vinnie had enough. He pushed himself off the wall and marched over to Chaz.
"That's it. Time for you to go", and he grabbed the human male by his shirt.
"Vinnie…", Kiwi started, but Vinnie cut her off.
"Sweetheart, we ain't got time for this. There's something wrong with the bikes…"
Chaz took a deep breath. This was his chance to stay a little longer, to observe and most important, to keep an eye on Kiwi.
"I eh… I noticed you were talking about AI earlier?"
Vinnie shook him roughly.
"Shut up, nobody asked you something."
Chaz paled, but then opened his mouth again, to annoyance of Vinnie.
"Maybe I can help, I…"
"We don't need your help."
"Vinnie, wait, he's right…", Kiwi said softly. She looked at Throttle, the most reasonable mouse right now.
"I met Chaz during my study ICT, and he's got some serious skills. Maybe he can find out what's wrong with the bikes... more important, maybe he can fix it?"
"No way I'm gonna let this nerd coming even near to my bike", Vinnie said stubborn, but he let go off Chaz, who adjusted his shirt, taking a few deep breaths.
But Throttle was looking at him, rubbing his chin.
"I don't think there's any harm in letting him take a look, I suppose… What about you, big fella?"
Modo shrugged.
"Guess you're right. We need to get back on the road as soon as possible, since that stinking sewerbreath's having a free ticket to do whatever he wants to do with this city as we speak…"
"Now just wait a minute…", Vinnie protested, but Throttle gave him a warning look.
"Vincent, enough. This day is already tiring enough without your big mouth. Stand down, and that's an order!"
Vinnie's fur bristled and he pumped up his chest, as if he was about to explode, but then he grinded his teeth and put his chin in the air.
And apparently, miracles did exist, because the white furred mouse kept his mouth closed.
Throttle looked at Chaz and rose on his feet.
"Come on, time for you to show if ya really are worth what Kiwi thinks ya are."

The machine beeped and a piece of paper rolled out. Chaz grabbed the paper and studied it. The device was attached to Vinnie's bike, since his bike was the one that had started with this weird behaviour. Vinnie was everything but happy about it, but he was now looking over the shoulder of Chaz, trying to figure out what was going on with his precious ride. And to make sure the kid wouldn't do anything he was gonna regret later. Like mess with his bike.
Messing with his girl was one thing, but messing with his bike, oh boy…
"Bad news, I'm afraid", Chaz said slowly, not knowing how the three alien mice that were standing close behind him were gonna react.
"Looks like your bike's computersystem picked up a virus. It's probably coming from that stereo you told me about", he said towards Throttle, since he seemed to be the less intimidating at this point.
But Modo's eye started to glow red and Chaz swallowed, staring at the mouse that was almost twice his size.
"Limburger!", the gray furred giant growled. "Why that no good…"
"...stink faced low downed... ", Throttle continued, also not amused that that stinkfish clearly had the nerve to mess with their bikes like that.
Vinnie wrinkled his nose and bit his lower lip. But then…
"Hey, I got just the medicine for his virus…", and he yanked the stereo outta his bike and threw it on the ground with enough force to make the whole thing shatter into a million pieces.
Chaz did a few steps back now he had the space and looked at Kiwi, but by the looks of things, she wasn't impressed by all this.
She seemed to be just as angry.
"Jesus, guys, I told ya this was a trap!"
Chaz looked back at the trashed radio.
"It's too late for that…", he said softly.
All four heads turned into his direction again and Chaz could feel a shiver run through his spine while seeing those burning eyes from Vinnie again. Jesus, he wasn't that scared easily, but these creatures were scary alright. How was it possible Kiwi was involved with them? Maybe the loss of her parents changed her. Enough to make the wrong friends… She clearly needed help. So, despite his own fear, he stayed where he was and cleared his throat.
"The damage is already been done", he bravely continued. "To all the bikes. It's infecting their whole system…"
He kneeled down and grabbed something off the floor and studied it.
"This is the virus chip that did the job…", and he showed it to the mice, who were looking back with narrowed eyes.
Such a small thing with such a great impact.
It was hard to believe something that small was responsible for all this.
Chaz grabbed the piece of paper again, and pointed at the peaks in the lines.
"You can see the virus patterns, right here…", he started to explain, but before he could continue, the bikes suddenly started their engines.
Completely outta the blue.
They all turned around, seeing the bikes flashing their headlights at them and revving their engines.
Chaz his mouth fell open, he had never seen anything like this.
The mice were also surprised, not because the bikes were starting all by themselves, I mean, they were used to that, but more because of the fact they did it without them giving the order.
"The bikes… They're gonna flatten us!", Kiwi called out and the bikes suddenly sped forwards, straight towards them.
She suddenly felt two strong arms around her waist and before she knew it, she was lying on the floor a few meters away. Chaz was pulled away by Modo, who'd jumped the other way, same as Throttle. The bikes crashed through the garage doors and drove away full speed.
"You okay, sweetheart?", Kiwi heard that low voice in her ear and she shivered.
"Yeah…"
"Good", he whispered and softly set his teeth in her ear.
Her whole body trembled, she was almost embarrassed about this heavy reaction. But it was such a long time ago now since…
Vinnie broke her outta her thoughts, gently helping her on her feet again, while wiggling his eyebrows at her.
Kiwi shook her head, this mouse had the worst possible timing ever when it came to letting her know he wanted her. But then again, he also loved to tease. She elbowed him and quickly created some distance.
After winking at her, Vinnie walked to the hole in the door, seeing the bikes driving away in the distance.
Modo joined him.
"Man, what was that all about?"
Vinnie looked at him.
"Our bikes… Trying to kill us…", he said slowly, as if that fact just now made it to his brain.
"It's that stink face his virus. He just turned our own bikes against us", Throttle said angrily.
Vinnie's ears drooped.
"Ah man, we're worriers without wheels…"
Kiwi gave him a sympathetic smile.
"We gotta go after them, bro's", Modo said determined.
Vinnie turned around and threw his hands in the air.
"Fine! But on what?"
Chaz looked around him, there were enough bikes in this garage to choose from.
Vinnie saw him looking and his lips curled into a arrogant smile while his gaze landed on Kiwi.
She immediately understood what he was planning and she shook her head.
"No. No way. These are my father's bikes, Vinnie, you can't take them…"
"But sweetheart…", Vinnie whined, but Kiwi crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"It's not gonna happen. I know how you guys handle things. These bikes aren't made for that, you will destroy them. I can't… You can't ask that of me.."
Throttle nodded, knowing she was right. It was her good right to protect the bikes she loved so much. And it wasn't like he could promise her that the bikes were gonna come out without a scratch. That was a promise made to be broken.
"Okay, okay… Anything else we can use, maybe?"
"Your car?", Vinnie suddenly suggested.
"NO!"
"Okay, okay, chill… sorry I asked…"
Kiwi rubbed her chin, and suddenly she remembered something.
"Well, maybe I got something you can use, but it's…"
"Great. We'll take them!", Throttle immediately said.
"But they aren't exactly ideal to…"
"That's okay, anything!", Vinnie joined Throttle.
"Yeah, nothing we can't ride!", Modo rumbled.
Kiwi rolled her eyes and gestured to them to follow her. They walked to the big barn back in the yard, close by the guesthouse and Kiwi put on the light.
The mice and Chaz followed her inside, the mice ready to rock, but when she pulled away the sheet that was over the vehicles...
The guys stared at them, their mouth wide open.
Pink.
They were pink.
And it were scooters.
Like, old lady scooters.
"Ah, ehm, ah n-n-no way!" Modo was the first one who found back his voice.
"Forget it, we'll take a bus…", Vinnie agreed.
"Ehm, Kiwi? Don't you have anything less… ehm less… froufrou?", Throttle asked.
Kiwi smiled and shook her head.
"No, I'm sorry, guys. If these mademoiselles explode, crash or whatever you're planning to do with them, I couldn't care less. But the bikes and my car… I'm sorry guys…This is all I've got."
Modo sighed heavily.
"Guess we have no choice, bro's…"
Vinnie whirled around so fast, he almost toppled over.
"Hey, hey! No way! No fucking way I'm gonna be seen on something that uncool!"
Throttle saw the arrogance on his younger bro's face and sighed.
"Now look, Vincent…", he started, but the white furred mouse cut him off.
"What, Throttle? Even if we could catch up to our bikes, we don't know where they went!"
Vinnie had a somehow smugly smile on his face, thinking this was his way out of driving one of those horrible scooters.
Ugh, did they forget that he had a reputation to hold on?
Jesus.
But it was Chaz who ruined it for him.
"I can use the virus chip from your radio to set the CB I saw in the garage. The scanner will identify the original radio frequencies from the other two stereos. Just follow the beeps…"
Vinnie clenched his teeth.
"Now you listen, Einstein, nobody asked for your opinion, so shut the fuck up."
But Throttle lay a hand on his shoulder to calm him down and Vinnie knew he just lost.
FUCK.

When the radio was ready, the mice took place on the scooters and started them. Kiwi opened the doors of the barn, but when she saw three, big alien mice sitting on those small pink scooters, she burst out into laughter.
Vinnie gave her a glare so deadly, she immediately shut her mouth again, a faint blush on her cheeks.
Chaz saw it and rubbed his chin. Hmmm...
"Let's ROCK…"
"... and RIDE!"
The mice opened the gas, the scooters hardly had enough power to come into movement with such a huge weight sitting on them, but finally, they were on the road.
"More like rock and hide…", Vinnie sighed annoyed, making himself as small as possible.
This was awful.
This was gonna be a trauma, that's for sure.
They did what Chaz had said, namely; following the beeps. It brought them to a scrapyard just outside town.
When they were close to the entrance, they saw Limburger and Karbunkle standing.
"Great, just great. We can't even make our usual heroic entrance.. This day is getting worse by the minute..", Vinnie muttered under his breath, but to make things even worse, Limburger and Karbunkle turned around. They stared at the mice for a moment, but then burst out into laughter.
"Oooh, look! It's the Scooter Mice From Mars! Run! Run for your very lives!", Limburger yelled and Karbunkle held his belly, almost collapsing from laughter.
The mice stopped closeby and they were obviously not amused.
"Ugh! We want our bikes back, tuna lips! NOW!", Vinnie demanded, his tail lashing through the air.
Yep.
His ego was gonna need a lot of coolness to recover from this horrible event.
The scooters spluttered and the engines slowly died. Throttle gritted his teeth. Maybe his ego wasn't that big as Vinnie's, but this was not his idea of having a good time.
"Yeah, and while you're at it, put Chicago back the way you found it!"
He pointed at the buildings that were sinking into the ground, since the big cheese was draining all the oil from underneath it by using that oil sucking machine again.
"Oh dear… I'm afraid reparations are not really my department. Perhaps you'd like to speak with our complaint manager…" and Limburger pointed in the direction of a huge pile of steel.
"The Mechanic… Muawhahaha!"
A guy appeared on top of the pile. The mice took a closer look. The guy was half man, half robot. Weird… But not that they were impressed.
Oh no. Not at all.
"Yo, tin man. We've come for our wheels…", Throttle said with a low voice.
The Mechanic laughed, well, they assumed it was laughter. It sounded horrible, very tinny. He raised his hands, his arms were almost the same as Modo's mechanical arm, but his hands were made of flesh. Tools flew into the air, and landed in a truck, a bulldozer and a crane with a wrecking ball. The vehicles looked like they were toasted and not able to ride ever again, but after the tools from the Mechanic disappeared under the hood, they all started their engines.
"Ah man, looks like dawn of the death meets demolition turby..", Vinnie sighed.
The crane turned and the wrecking ball hit a pile of damaged cars that was standing next the mice. It started to topple over.
"Look out!", Modo yelled and the mice quickly jumped off their scooters and made a hasty retreat.
The cars fell down and flattened the scooters while landing.
"So much for the scooters…", Modo stated dryly.
"Well, think of it as a mercy crusher", Vinnie snickered relieved.
But no time for chit chats. The three vehicles, that were now under the command of the Mechanic, came right towards them and they quickly split up.

Throttle got followed by the bulldozer, and the machine forced him towards another pile of car wrecks. The tan furred mouse turned around, seeing the bulldozer was about to flatten him. He quickly climbed on the pile of cars, jumped on the roof of the bulldozer and jumped off at the back and made a hasty retreat. But the bulldozer turned around and continued his mousehunt.
Meanwhile, Vinnie got followed by the truck. He grabbed two flares and lit them.
"Here, have some meals on wheels", and he threw the flares into the truck while jumping outta the way.
They exploded and flames came outta the cabin, but the truck didn't stop. It turned around and came back towards Vinnie.
"Guess it still wants dessert…"
Modo was having his hands full with the wrecking ball, who was trying to crush his head. Or his body that was attached to it. But Modo had other plans. He wasn't gonna leave this world by getting crushed by a zombie wrecking ball.
When the thing flew past him again, the gray furred giant jumped on and used the swing to jump in to the cabin.
(A/N: while watching this scene, the only thing that kept repeating in my head was; "I came in like a wrecking baaaaall!" Really, I took me a couple of minutes to stop laughing and continue the story XD.)
He took place behind the controls and took over, although it was clear the Mechanic tried to stop him. But he failed. Luckily, the gray furred giant was strong.
"Right this way, bro's!", Modo yelled and Vinnie and Throttle followed him, running as fast as they could. The truck and bulldozer were still behind them and Modo turned the machine and shot the chain of the wrecking ball in one movement.
The ball flew through the air and crashed against the truck, which slid backwards because of the force, crushing the bulldozer in the process.
Modo blew the smoke away from his arm cannon and looked down at his bro's with a smugly smile on his face.
"Eightball in the side pocket!"
Still smiling, he put the vehicle in drive and steered it towards the now outta order truck and bulldozer. Right before impact, he jumped out and the crane crashed against the truck.
"Quick, bro's! Nail them!" and Throttle grabbed his laser gun, so did Vinnie. Modo used his armcannon and they fired their laser. The whole pile of vehicles exploded.
Vinnie turned around, a arrogant smile on his face, and looked at the Mechanic.
"Heeey rusty butt! Haven't you got anything better than those tinker toys?", but from the moment the last word came outta his mouth, he heard a all too familiar sound. The sound of his bike, revving her engine...
They all three turned around and saw their bikes coming into view.
"I think the answer to that question would be yes, Vincent…", Throttle sighed.
"Oh, my little darling, who would've thought?", Modo moaned, looking at his precious bike that suddenly came into movement, along with the bikes of his bro's and the mice quickly jumped outta the way to avoid a crash.
They landed on their bellies and Vinnie slammed his fist against the floor in frustration.
"Now what? Can't shoot at our own bikes, now can we?!", he growled, looking at Throttle.
"No, no. But whatever we gotta do, we better do it now, before Chicago becomes the second sinking city", the tan furred mouse said, looking at the buildings that were still slowly sinking.
They climbed on their feet, but the bikes were already coming back for another round.
"Time for a little rodeo riding, parts!", Throttle ordered and the mice jumped on their bikes when they got close enough.
"Gotcha, gotcha", Modo breathed.
"Aaaaoow, back in the saddle!", Vinnie cheered.
But the Mechanic raised his hands and the bikes suddenly hit the brakes. The mice flew off again, landing hard on the ground.
Modo looked at the half robot, half man, his eye glowing red.
"Look pal, I'm about had it with ya…", he started, but the bikes were already on their way towards them again.
"Looks like we're gonna get smashed by our own wheels, bro's…", Throttle said slowly.
The bikes stopped in front of them, their weapons aimed and their engines roaring.
"Easy now, little Hoss, easy now… It's me…", Modo tried to sooth his bike.
"Yeah… Don't you remember me, baby? I always fed you premium!", Vinnie pleaded while scrambling backwards.
The bikes popped a wheelie, ready to attack, but somehow, they didn't.
The Mechanic raised his hands and gave them the order again, but instead of attacking the mice, the bikes turned around and shot at the Mechanic, who fell off the pile of cars because of the impact of the lasers.
"Yaaahooo!", Modo cheered, while Throttle and Vinnie high fived.

Throttle suddenly got a idea and quickly grabbed the virus chip that was inside the CB. He walked towards the Mechanic, that had landed close by them.
He clenched his fist and hit the guy two times in the stomach, and since that was made of flesh, the villain bend forward in pain. Throttle opened a small hedge on his back and put in the virus chip.
"Cold season… Be careful you don't catch a nasty virus!"
The robotman started to make jerky movements, smoke came outta his head and he walked towards Limburger and Karbunkle, who were still watching everything from a small distance. Limburger looked pleading at Karbunkle.
"Ehm, doctor, this isn't going at all well... " and he ran away. Karbunkle froze, but the Mechanic walked past him and went after Limburger.
"Don't worry, my reeking cheesiness! I can repair the Mechanic with this virus disinfector!", and he held up a device. But before he could say or do anything, a gray tail whirled around it and snatched it outta his hand.
"Disinfector, huh? Thanks, just the word I needed to hear!", Modo said, taking the device from his tail. Karbunkle walked towards him, but Modo punched him knockout and the bro's used the device to heal their bikes.
"Ah, the best seat in the whole universe", Modo sighed happily when he took place on his beloved bike.
"Yeah, but Chicago is still going down for the count. Let's waste that oil sucking sucker!", Throttle ordered, pointing at the same vehicle Greasepit had used this morning.
They drove to the machine and Throttle climbed into the cabin, looking at the controls.
"Now, let's see if this baby works in reverse", and he pulled a lever.
It worked. The machine started to spit out the oil and the buildings started to rise again. Limburger was making his hasty retreat at the same time. When the machine was empty, Throttle looked down at his bro's.
"Bro's, I think it's time to a little oil wildcatting ourselves… Let's ROCK…"
"...and take the shortcut!", his bro's finished.

When Limburger climbed outta his limo, he smiled while looking at his beloved building.
"Ah, home sweet skyscraper home…", but he suddenly saw something in the corners of his eyes.
"What!?"
"Good news, cheese face. You're about to strike oil!", Throttle smiled.
They had hooked the oil sucking machine into the ground close by LP and the other end into the building, so when Limburger looked up, oil suddenly exploded outta the roof of his building.
"Oh don't worry, boss. I get them mousies!"
The mice and Limburger turned their head, looking at Greasepit who, again, had a grenade in his hand.
Limburger's eyes grew big.
"Nooooo!"
But Greasepit clearly hadn't learned a thing from the events this morning and pulled out the pin.
The mice shook their heads while laughing and when Greasepit threw the grenade at them, they quickly revved their bikes.
"Ride free, Limburger!", they yelled in unison and sped away.
The explosion behind them was huge and they high fived, while cheering loudly and started the journey back home.

"Thanks for helping them, Chaz", Kiwi said.
Chaz leaned back on the couch, a weird expression on his face while looking at Kiwi, who was sitting next to him.
"No problem. It doesn't change my opinion about them, though…"
Kiwi studied him and took a sip of her tea.
"And what is your opinion about them?", she asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but her voice was a little shaky.
She'd tried to get him outta her house, but he still refused and the only reason she hadn't grabbed her gun to make him listen to her, was because he'd helped the mice with their bike problem. Well, maybe that wasn't the only reason. To be honest, she was also a little lost in how to handle this situation. I mean, he used to be her best friend. She knew him for a couple of years now. She'd met him during college and they immediately became friends. He used to be a down to Earth guy, who was also very funny and friendly. They'd started dating the year before she lost her parents, it wasn't that serious, but they were just having fun together. Even if he was annoying her right now, she noticed she had a hard time to literally kick him outta the house.
Chaz broke her outta her thoughts by answering her question.
"They're from outta space, they drive bikes that are made to kill, they're armed to the teeth and your ehm… boyfriend seems to have some serious anger issues. So what do you think what my opinion is?"
Kiwi folded her hands around her mug, staring at the tea. She had no idea what to say. She somehow could understand where he was coming from. His first impression of the mice wasn't really a good one. He'd met them in the middle of a mission, where things didn't go as they'd planned. That always made them a little bit grumpy. And she somehow had the feeling that he wasn't gonna believe her if she would tell him they weren't always like that.
Chaz slowly reached out to her arm and his fingers brushed against her bruised skin.
"Kiwi… Look what he did to you… Please, just talk to me…"
Kiwi sighed and looked at him.
"You don't believe a word that I say to you, I already tried to explain, but you refuse to listen. So why should I even bother?"
Chaz thought about it for a moment, his hand still on her arm.
It gave her a very uncomfortable feeling and she shifted her body to create some distance.
"Chaz, go home. Forget about all this. Just… Please, go home... ", she whispered.
Chaz slowly leaned forward, closer to her and he lay his hand on her cheek.
Kiwi's eyes grew big, her heart started to beat faster.
No way.
He wasn't gonna kiss her, now was he?

The mice parked their bikes in the garage, pulling off their helmets with a sigh.
"Man, glad to have my own ride back…", Modo sighed happily, patting his bike on the side.
Throttle nodded.
"Yeah, these scooters…", but he couldn't finish that sentence.
"Don't talk about that. Ever again", Vinnie growled, stepping off his bike with a annoyed look on his face.
He was hungry, tired, his head was killing him, a sign he still wasn't completely back on his usual energy level and he had a huge dent in his ego. Next to all that, he'd met Kiwi's ex boyfriend, who now knew about them and that made his mood even worse. This was just one of those days…
He walked into the living room, but stopped death in his tracks when he saw something that made him even more cranky.
Okay, okay, let's stay honest, now shall we? It made him more than just cranky. It fired his anger like a missile, truth to be told.
Throttle bumped into him because of his sudden stop.
"Vincent, just move along, will ya…", he murmured, while adjusting his glasses, but when he looked over his younger bro's shoulder, he froze too.
Modo, on his turn, bumped into Throttle and opened his mouth, but soon closed it again.
Chaz and Kiwi were sitting on the couch and that human male was holding one hand against Kiwi's cheek, while leaning forward.
Kiwi seemed to be frozen and they both obviously didn't notice the mice their presence.
Yet.
Vinnie's heart almost exploded outta his chest and he clenched his teeth, the tip of his tail twitching.
Throttle closed his eyes for a moment and then quickly grabbed Vinnie, but the white furred mouse yanked himself free and marched straight towards the couch, while clearing his throat.
"I'm not interrupting something, now am I?"
Chaz's eyes flew open and Kiwi jumped up as if she got stung by a bee. Vinnie grabbed her arm, gently though, and pushed her behind him, while his tail wrapped around her waist protectively.
"Maybe I didn't make myself clear earlier…", Vinnie said between clenched teeth, his voice so low, it sounded more like a growl.
Chaz quickly jumped off the couch, his hands in front of his body, but Vinnie did a few steps forward and his nose almost touched Chaz his nose now.
"You really shouldn't touch my girl…"
Chaz almost stopped breathing while looking into those burning eyes again, but he didn't burdge this time.
No, the opposite.
He made himself tall and poked one finger against Vinnie's chest.
"Maybe you should take your own advice, pal…"
Vinnie's eyes grew big for a moment, obviously very surprised the guy had the nerve to stand up against him. But then the words dawned on him and he narrowed his eyes.
"What the fuck are you talking about?", he asked, a little confused.
Kiwi shook her head behind Vinnie's back, looking pleading at Chaz. God, he was only gonna make things worse… And things were already bad enough.
But Chaz ignored her, still looking at Vinnie.
"Look who's playing the innocent guy now. You can drop the act. Look at her arms."
After giving Chaz one more glare, Vinnie turned around and looked at Kiwi, who was trying to hide her arms behind her back.
"Vin, it's nothing, it's all just one misunderstanding…", but Vinnie gently took one arm and stretched it.
When he saw the bruises, his heart skipped a beat.
"Sweetheart… Did I do that?", he asked, his voice a little shaky.
Kiwi quickly lay a hand against his cheek and gave him a loving smile.
"You were panicked because of your radio, it's nothing, love, really…"
But Vinnie cupped her head in his hands, his eyes burning with guilt.
"That doesn't make it right, I… Jesus, sweetheart, I'm sorry, I had no idea…"
"Shhhh, it's okay."
Vinnie planted a kiss on her forehead and Kiwi closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying his touch. But suddenly, she heard someone clapping in his hands.
Kiwi and Vinnie froze and the white furred mouse slowly turned around. Chaz was giving them a nice round of applause.
"Great performance, really, I'm impressed…"
But then his face darkened and he stopped clapping.
"But I definitely ain't buying it. Maybe Kiwi does, but I ain't..."
Throttle finally intervened and lined himself up between Vinnie and Chaz.
"Hold up, hold up. You're saying you think Vinnie here is abusing Kiwi?", he asked with a low voice, clearly not amused.
"That's exactly what I'm saying…", Chaz nodded, his arms crossed before his chest.
"That's some real serious accusation, pal. And totally unjustified, I can tell ya that."
"Sure you do, he's your friend. It would surprise me if you wouldn't stand up for him."
Throttle grabbed the human boy by his shirt.
"Now you listen up, he's not just a friend, he's my bro. Family. I know him for years, I live with him for years now and I know he would never do anything to hurt Kiwi on purpose. Now, this conversation is over and you're gonna leave this house all nice and quietly…"
"...or we'll make ya…", Modo growled, popping up next to Throttle.
"...and not very gently...", Vinnie added, his arm around Kiwi.
The poor human girl was having a battle with herself. She wanted to stand up for Chaz, but the mice were right.
This was serious. And he couldn't be more wrong. So, she said nothing.
Chaz took a deep breath.
"Fine. Fine…"
Throttle nodded and let him go, but to their surprise, Chaz wasn't finished yet.
"But I'm taking Kiwi with me…"
Vinnie let out a humorless laugh.
"Right, very funny. Now get the hell outta here before I really lose my patience."
Kiwi was studying Chaz's face. A bad feeling crept over her.
"Are you sure about that?", Chaz asked, a smugly look on his face.
Throttle rubbed his chin, not liking the look on that guy's face.
What was he up to?
"You seem to forget that I'm holding all the cards here. You see, if I'm forced to leave this house alone, I think I'm gonna have myself a little chat with the government. Ya know, to tell them about your… little secret. I'm sure they're gonna be very interested in the fact that there are aliens in town… And in case you're gonna tell me they won't believe me, I've got the proof right here...", and he held up his phone, showing them a picture he'd made in the garage earlier this night. "Oh, and before you even think about destroying my phone, I've already sent a copy to my computer…"
Kiwi's mouth fell open. No way… He wouldn't dare, now would he?
But the look on his face told her he would.
Fuck… Now what?

Oh no! If Chaz is gonna sell them out, the mice really have a huge problem!
Aargh, another reason to hate the ex boy friend, right? And he's got proof.
But what do you guys think?
The mice are never gonna let this happen, right?
Or maybe they just can't stop it this time…
Stay tuned to find out!

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Later guys!