A/N: Ack! No time for babbling this time, so here's round 5! FIGHT!
Disclaimer and Warning: See prologue…
A Gift from A Far Away World—a Seven Knights Fan fiction
© lunaryu
Round 5: Deeper, Wider, All Angles
Rachel was working on her biochemistry project when Eileen barged into her lab. Well, the campus lab precisely, but it was kind of an unspoken agreement that at this hour, meaning over time (because she was the professor's assistant and had the key), the lab was hers to utilize as she pleased.
"Eileen, please, you're going to cause an accident in my lab one of these days if you keep barging in without notice like this. What if I put something contagious at the counter near the preparation room door?" Rachel straightened her back, away from the microscope and the chemical-molecular reaction that she was observing on the deck glass under it.
"Ah, sorry… but I did call you two hours ago, you know. You just ignored the call like usual. I even left a message to give you a notice that I was coming today," Eileen complained, dropped her bag inside an unoccupied locker, removed her outdoor shoes, changed into laboratory sandals and put on a lab coat before she stepped into the sterile area of the lab.
"Huh, I see you learned your lesson in minimizing contamination to my babies," Rachel smirked at the strawberry blond woman for finally memorizing the rule of entering the sterile environment.
Eileen scowled at her. "How many times do you think I have done this? Of course I did. Anyway, why do you call those germs your babies? That's pretty disturbing," she looked rather pale as she stared at some glass tubes with colorful liquid inside, near Rachel's arm on the counter she sat at.
"Rude. Don't call them germs. Some of them are very useful microorganisms. They're artificially engineered to develop vaccines and medicines, and some even can be applied in food products to enhance their taste or nutrient," Rachel pouted at Eileen for being mean to her subjects and objects of experimentation.
"I'm more afraid that you're developing biological weapon with the way you keep increasing their cultures and variation," Eileen deadpanned as she looked behind Rachel, where a large peculiar refrigerator with various plates and tubes were visibly stored, tagged and labelled, arranged in alphabet according to the species name and their level of hazard.
"Oh? That's a nice idea, Eileen. I'll keep that in mind. Who knows if something like that will be necessary in the future, right?" Rachel smiled at her with fake politeness since Eileen had so little faith in Rachel's moral. She would make Eileen be the one responsible of the idea itself if Rachel indeed had to create biological weapon someday.
"Don't say something so scary like that! It was just a joke!" Eileen seemed alarmed at the idea and Rachel had to chuckle seeing how panicked she looked at that moment. Noticing Rachel's amusement, she huffed and glared at her while she sat at the chair beside her. "Seriously, I never know when you're joking. Your false courtesy always makes Goosebumps appear on my body," she nitpicked some more as she rested her cheek on her palm, leaning her body against the counter top.
"Well, it's your own fault for not taking my own jest well." Rachel answered with a smirk and Eileen pouted at her. After that, she was quiet and Rachel was back in observing her experiment.
"Hey, Rachel," Eileen called again after five minutes of comfortable silence.
"Hmm?" Rachel acknowledged her, but she didn't release her eyes from the ocular lenses of the microscope.
"I'm a bit worried about Kris," Eileen said, sounding worried indeed. Rachel sighed slowly before she straightened her back once again, putting off the observation for a moment, as she turned to give Eileen her full attention.
"What is it that you're worried about? If it's about his hopeless crush on Rudy and his complicated cat and mouse game with Dellons, we all already decided not to interfere with it, right? It's their private business, and unless Rudy does something about it, nothing we do will help them," Rachel raised one of her eyebrows, as sensible and logical as usual.
Well, personally, Rachel thought Kris was close to her in that character, but when it involved Rudy, somehow, Kris could become… unfeasible. She also couldn't really comprehend why Kris responded to Dellons' provocation every single time. If he really hated it, he should just ignored him.
"Well, that too, but putting that aside for now, I'm more worried about Kris doing something illegal again behind our back," Eileen sighed deeply.
"Again?" Rachel raised both her eyebrows, wondering why Eileen said 'again'. Did Kris ever do something behind their back?
"You know, the crisis of Rudy being expelled because of the stolen examination sheets? The one where the real perpetrators were suspended and had to repeat a year because their lack of attendance record?" Eileen reminded her and Rachel instantly recalled the incident in their high school.
"Ah… that. They were arrested as well for stealing from inconvenience store near Terra High, but immediately freed with noted criminal record and warning, since they were still minors. Also, Dellons beat them up to a pulp sent them to hospital, right?" Rachel confirmed.
"Yes, it was the 'lack of attendance record' part. Kris did that. He hacked into the school computer system and changed their record so they had to repeat a year," Eileen stated seriously.
"Again with your allegation, you never proved that theory," Rachel frowned. It was true that Kris was likely the culprit, since he had motive, means and opportunity, but the person himself didn't admit it. Well, he didn't exactly deny it either though, and left them all to draw their own conclusion.
Honestly, Rachel was also quite sure that Kris did it. It didn't mean Kris was a bad person. Those thieves deserved the retribution hundred times over for endangering Rudy's future anyway. Such people didn't deserve pity. If Rachel had a hand in it, she would make them suffer more than that.
"Yeah, but… Kris did it again."
"What?" Rachel widened her eyes, quite surprised hearing that.
"And this time, he did it in front of me, using my laptop," Eileen huffed.
"What?" Well, that was more surprising than the last.
"He hacked into our campus computer system to access some information about some students," Eileen explained further.
"… only to access information, and not to change anything, right?" Rachel didn't realize that she had held her breath, quite tense as she waited for more explanation.
Really, Kris could be so audacious, doing something illicit like that in front of Eileen of all people. He should have realized that Eileen couldn't stand foul play. Even though it was Kris' doing, for whatever reason, if she had proof that Kris did it, she would report him to abide to law and justice that she believed in.
"Yeah, just accessing information," Eileen nodded surely. Rachel let out a relieved sigh.
"So it wasn't that serious. You're not going to turn him in for just that, right? His fans will resent you if you do," Rachel warned.
"Of course not, I'm not that stupid." Eileen retorted huffily. "It wasn't anything too bad anyway. Besides, the students whose files were accessed by Kris apparently are not regular students," she continued, looking concerned while sounding speculative.
"What do you mean?" Rachel asked, curious then.
"Some lines on their files were blackened out," Eileen said.
"Blackened out?" Rachel was confused. People with blackened out file couldn't be ordinary people. Either they worked for government as government agents, had criminal records that were sealed for some reason, or were special people like nobles and Royalties.
"They are all foreign exchanged students who have been here since the start of this semester. Lu Bu and Son Goku from China, Ryuujou Rin and Mikazuki Ace from Japan. Apparently, they are dubbed as The Four Lords in this campus since they're here with their outstanding martial arts scholarship," Eileen explained thoughtfully.
"The Four Lords…" Rachel mumbled their nickname and frowned more deeply. "Why would Kris check on their file?" It was suspicious. Kris was rarely interested in people. If he looked them up, then those guys might have done something to alert Kris' guard.
Or is it because of their nickname? Four Lords… sound like Royalties, indeed.
"I don't know. But he muttered something about needing to know them personally if he wanted to know their real intention," Eileen bit her lower lip. "I'm worried if Kris will do something risky, like trying to get close to them."
"…Isn't that normal? I mean, if you want to know someone, won't you usually try to get close to them?" Rachel tilted her head aside, rather puzzled since Eileen was worried about something weird.
"Rachel, he's Kris. What do you think will happen if Rudy and Dellons see him getting buddy-buddy with those kind of people?" Eileen asked, sounding very meaningful, with beads of sweats rolling down her cheeks.
Rachel blinked once, twice, thought about the outcome of the idea and could see nothing but disaster in the end. "Ah… I understand what you mean." Yes, she did. It was worrying for Kris indeed. If a mother-hen like Rudy and a possessive bastard like Dellons saw Kris getting friendly with people with background like the Four Lords in their campus for no reason…
Rachel couldn't help her sweat dropping. "Shouldn't we alert them first before they see it for real? At least there is a less chance that it will end in bloodbath…"
"Couldn't agree more," Eileen nodded in total support.
~A Seven Knight Fan Fiction~
Kris was down in the basement once again.
Yes, he still hadn't had any luck finding his note, so he started searching once again from the basement, where he conducted the experiment. Kris couldn't understand why he didn't have any body-memory of when he had been experimenting. Although, sleep deprivation and too much caffeine could alter brain chemistry in a way, but such important information shouldn't have been wiped out clean from his head.
There might be other explanation, like black magic, for example. But, in this world… there was no such thing as magic as in real magic like in Kris' original universe. Magic in this world consisted of tricks and misdirection, a show of entertainment by guiding people's line of sight to make them see wonder. Other plausible explanation should be something psychological. During the experiment, if there was something really bad happening, this world Kris might have to forget it as a mean of self-protection. But what kind of thing was bad enough for his counterpart to force himself to resort to something extreme like psychological shock-induced amnesia?
Unless… it's not psychological at all, but physical shock-induced amnesia?—Kris wondered if he had bumped his head somewhere, hard enough to cause concussion and to force his memory out of his head. There was no swelling on his head or other concussion symptom, though. Or he might have been electrocuted? But, he had no burn mark everywhere in his body, so it was pretty unlikely.
Kris sighed deeply as he sat tiredly at the unused sofa near the unused dresser in the middle of the basement. "I won't be surprised if there's another basement around which its existence I've forgotten." He muttered half-jokingly then, chuckling a bit at how ridiculous it sounded.
After resting for five more minutes, Kris stood and moved over behind the sofa. He looked at the dresser and the drawers. He had opened them all, but there were only old papers, broken cups and plates, unused spoons and forks, and a lot more old knick-knacks which probably belonged to the landlord. The dresser itself, although looking ancient, was actually quite sturdy. It was made of woods, in dark red color. There were some scars… which actually looked more like carving on each of the drawer, because the scratches were even and soft to the touch.
This is…
Kris decided to pull out all the drawers and then tried to rearrange the order by following the carving-like scratches on their surface. Gradually, by putting those drawers in the slots according to the designated scratches, some of the already rearranged drawers showed Kris some kind of specific design. As Kris finally put the final drawer in the last empty slot, it was clear to him what kind of image being carved there.
It was a… dragon, precisely, the gate keeper. Kris recognize the species in the picture. It looked a lot like Baron, the Gate Keeper of Purgatory in Revengers Hell.
"Why are you here?" Kris was seriously befuddled by this. There was supposed to be no dragon or monster like it in this world. Then, why did its picture show up in this place? So close, inside their home… did it have anything to do with the incident of his body switching and dimensional transferring?
Kris frowned deeply as he touched the outline carving of the dragon. Like this, it looked kind of… the image seemed more prominent than the background. Is it possible…?
When Kris pressed on the image harder, he felt something give, and then heard a clicking sound from inside the dresser, immediately followed by a whirring sound. Kris pulled his hand and stepped back from the dresser in alert as it started to shake.
Some kind of hidden mechanism was installed in this dresser, huh?—Kris observed carefully as the whirring sound continued for a few seconds before a loud clank was heard from the topside of the dresser and it move slowly frontward, creating space between it and the wooden frame.
"A secret compartment, huh?" Kris waited until it stopped moving completely and inspected more closely to take a peek from the gap. Since it was quite dark, Kris took out his cell phone and lit up the torch to give some light on the inside. He saw a stack of papers there on the right side, along with a square briefcase in platinum color in size of a 14 inches notebook beside it. "Found it." He smirked as he saw his handwriting on the papers, although it was a bit hard to read the writing from there.
Kris put out the light from his torch-program and kept his cell phone back inside his pocket. He grabbed the edge of the frame and the topside dresser with both hands and stared to pull them apart more widely. It was quite heavy and Kris had to put a lot of his muscles power in his struggle, but he managed to widen it up a few inches more.
Deeming it large enough gap, Kris retrieved the briefcase first before getting the paper out in parts since the stack was quit high. He put them all down on the unused sofa and then stared at the briefcase for a moment before moving his gaze to the pile of papers. There was still no memory that flashed in his mind or that he could retrieve after just seeing them. Kris sighed and decided to read the paper first before carelessly opening the briefcase. Who knew what was inside it, right? Despite this world Kris himself constructing the device, without any memory on how to operate it, it would be useless in his hand.
Kris picked up a paper on the top pile and started to read from the tittle. He blinked when he caught some phrases that interested him immediately on the subject.
This is…!
~A Seven Knights Fan Fiction~
"Ah, Red! Come back here!" Jave ran after his suddenly flying dragon (what? It was a Flying Dragon lizard, so Jave had always regarded his brother a dragon from the start, no matter what other people said about it) as soon as he brought Red out of his room, intending to feed him outside.
Well, Jave could understand Red's impatience. The little guy had been cooped up inside Jave's room for some weeks now, because Jave hadn't had time to let it play outside due to him being busy with homework and extra works to earn him extra credits from his professor.
Of course Jave still took responsibility to feed Red. He even played with Red inside his room when he got stressed out working on his project. He actually wanted some of his friends to regularly play with Red outside when he wasn't able to do it himself, but none of them seemed to be free these past weeks since they all had their own projects and homework. Jave couldn't possibly impose on them.
Besides, even though Jave was fine entrusting Red's well-being in Spike or Rudy's hands, he didn't really trust Dellons or Kris to be responsible with him. Dellons was obvious, because he was an ass, and Jave couldn't think that Dellons would be willing to help him. Kris was… well, he already had hard time building relationship with people around him with his indifferent attitude sometimes. Jave couldn't think he could bother with animal at this point. Besides, as long as Jave knew him, he had never seen Kris being friendly with any animal at all, not even a cat.
As for Eileen and Rachel… Eileen was too rough sometimes. When she handled small fragile things, they tended to break a lot. Jave didn't dare to leave Red with her. Rachel was always gentle and proper, but she didn't seem too used to handling animals all that well. Her relationship with animals was that of a scientist with her guinea pigs. When she had interest in an animal, it was usually followed with a desire to open them up for studies. Jave didn't want her to have any interest in his Red at all.
Therefore, it couldn't be helped that Jave had to keep Red inside his large cage in his room for a longer period of time than usual. His brother must have been dying to fly outside. He was a Flying Dragon lizard; his species spent 1/3 of its day flying, of course Red desired to fly freely to the sky. Though, it still surprised Jave so much when Red just took off from his shoulder as soon as he opened his room door.
Now, Red flew around the crystal lamp on the ceiling, showing off his bright blue, spread out wings, before he dove down to the first floor. "Uh-oh! Wait! Red!" Jave immediately ran to the stairs, going down to after his sibling.
When Jave spotted Red again, he was flying on the center of the living room. He landed on the sofa and walked on its backrest for a moment before he took off again going to the opened door to the hall way. "Ah! Don't just fly again immediately after you see me! Red!" Jave huffed, annoyed that his brother was playing with him without his consent. He knew Red was just being playful and probably wanted to play with him outside immediately, but Jave wouldn't open the front door for him if Red didn't stop running away from him like this.
Jave followed Red's flying path from bellow. He flew to the direction of the door to the basement. It was slightly open and Red was probably seeing it as an opportunity to escape Jave's attention. Of course Jave immediately knew his aim. He had raised Red since he was still inside the egg. There was a bond between Jave and Red and Jave could always understand what Red's intention was despite Red not speaking human language.
"Oh, no you don't," Jave speeded up his steps, intending to close the door before Red could slip from the gap between the frame and the door, but someone beat him to it.
Kris showed up from behind the basement door before he got out and closed it. He looked upward when Jave yelled out a warning, "Look out!"
"What?" Kris jerked in surprise, but he didn't seem to see what he should look out for when suddenly Red landed on his left shoulder, slapping Kris' face with his left wing, and "Ouch!" Kris yelped in shock and pain at some point.
"Kris! Red!" Jave shouted, worried that both Kris and Red got injured. He jogged faster to Kris and was slightly bewildered of why Kris didn't shove Red away immediately. He seemed to freeze on spot instead. When Jave got to Kris, he immediately reached to hold Red on its stomach, bellow its wing to remove him from Kris shoulder and face. "Kris! I'm so sorry, are you alright? Bad Red! Bad Red!" he couldn't help scolding his sibling in one of his arms while fussing over Kris who was still stiff, possibly petrified, with his other hand.
"Ah, I'm fine. I was just surprised," Kris finally responded to him with a slight wince when he tried to smile. Jave saw the cause of his wince immediately after he got a good look on Kris' face.
"Oh my God! You're bleeding!" Jave paled as he saw the blood trickle from Kris' right side lower lip down his chin.
"Ah? Oh," Kris swept some of the blood with his index finger, looking at it while shrugging nonchalantly. "Must be from when Red's wing slapped my face earlier. The side of his wings are quite sharp, huh?"
"Aaah, I'm very, very sorry! Red was just excited to be out since forever. I didn't think he's be that agitated," Jave stroked Red head and moved him from his arm to his shoulder once again before he closed in on Kris to look more closely at his wound. "Here, let me see it."
"It's alright, Jave. It's just a light scratch," Kris put his palm on Jave's hand, seeming to hold it back from touching his face directly.
"Yeah, but it's a scratch from a dragon. At least it should be cleaned," Jave insisted and Kris snorted a bit at the 'dragon' part, but he flinched again because it was apparently painful for him to stretch his lips in anything resembling a smile. "See? Let's go to the living room and let me clean and treat it," Jave grabbed Kris' wrist and pulled him to walk together with him.
"Alright then," Kris let out a sigh, sounding and looking resign.
Red kept looking at Kris' face from Jave's shoulder, feeling bad for hurting him in the first place. Jave felt the same and it seemed that his worry didn't escape Kris because despite it being painful, he still smiled slightly and reached out his hand to pat Red's head in reassurance.
Well, Jave took back his earlier opinion. He'd be definitely glad to entrust Red in Kris' care the next time Jave was too busy to play with him.
Arriving at the living room, Jave instructed Kris to sit on the sofa while he fetched clean water from the kitchen. He came back with a bowl of water and a box of unopened tissue. He sat down beside Kris, opened the tissue box, took some sheets from the inside, wet them with water from the bowl and dabbed them slowly on the Kris' lower lip to clean the blood so he could see the wound better.
Like Kris said, it was just a scratch, but it was rather deep and the blood kept coming out from the wound after Jave dabbed it. Jave frowned, but Kris kept quiet as he dabbed the wound some more, to no avail. "It's quite deep. Maybe it needs some Albothyle to disinfect it thoroughly and to close the wound more quickly. I'll get it first." He said as he stood and hurried to the big bathroom to fetch the first aid kit.
Jave found the intended bottle immediately from the small medical kit, stored inside the cabinet on the wall at the bathroom sink. He took some cotton bath from a tube near it and immediately went back to Kris in the living room.
However, when Jave entered the living room once more, there was already someone else with Kris.
Rudy looked concerned when he approached Kris and widened his eyes when he saw the bleeding wound on Kris' lower lip. "What happened? Who did this?" Aside the obvious worry, there was anger in his flashing amber eyes, as if he couldn't forgive whoever that had dared to hurt Kris and what he would do to make them pay.
Jave could instinctively imagine what kind of punishment would be subjected to his precious Red that he felt slightly afraid to notify them that he was there.
"It's alright, Rudy. It's just a scratch," Kris repeated his words that he gave Jave earlier to Rudy now in a softer tone, but it didn't seem to appease Rudy's apprehension at all.
"It's still bleeding. Let me see," Rudy sat down beside Kris and touched Kris cheek, leaning more closely into Kris and Jave could see the subtle shiver that ran down Kris' body at the small contact.
Somehow, it made Jave's heart beat faster as well seeing their close proximity. This mood was a bit… how do you explain it? A bit too intimate? He felt like if he made any noise now, he would be intruding!
"N-no, it's okay, really." Kris stuttered a bit, looking slightly flustered as Rudy kept leaning closely into him. "Something like this… It's going to heal in no time if I just lick—!?"
Kris widened his eyes in a jolt just like Jave was when Rudy suddenly closed the small gap between them and licked at Kris' lower lip, right on his wound, cleaning the blood there.
Jave dropped the bottle and the cotton bath (along with his jaw) to the floor in his shock, still unable to release his eyes from the astounding view. Holy crap! Rudy is…?!—even Jave's mind couldn't exactly follow this turn of event quickly enough. He was still gaping from his spot at the doorway as Rudy pulled back in surprise, probably hearing the sound of the dropped items.
"Jave?" Rudy tilted his head aside, not seeming to think that he had done something embarrassing as he moved his gaze from Jave to the bottle and the cotton bath on the ground. "Oh, you brought some meds for Kris?" He smiled in approval and Jave was still unable to find his voice to address his absurd calmness after doing something like that to Kris of all people!
Jave shifted his eyes from Rudy onto Kris who was obviously trembling, while his index and middle fingers were shakily touching his lower lip, possibly feeling up the place that Rudy had licked earlier. His face was beet red and got redder as the seconds ticked by and Jave felt much, and he meant so much pity toward his friend's obvious raging turbulent emotions right then.
"Kris…" Jave called his friend tentatively and Kris jerked in shock as he turned to look at him, red eyes widening impossibly large before he immediately looked away from Jave, face getting steamy, as he clenched his right fist and then punched Rudy in the face.
"Ow! What?" Rudy went down from the sofa to the floor with a loud thud, looking thrown for getting assaulted so suddenly by Kris.
Kris just gritted his teeth without looking at Rudy or Jave. "You're an idiot!" He exclaimed loudly before he stood and ran away from them.
"W-what…?" Rudy sounded more bemused than ever now, staring at Kris' retreating back like a lost child.
Jave let out a deep exasperated sigh as he crouched on the floor to retrieve the fallen bottle of Albothyl and the cotton bath. "Ah, sheesh… Rudy, you're really…! What the hell did you think you were doing just now?" Jave glared at Rudy, feeling very annoyed too for Kris' behalf. Because, seriously! Rudy was practically kissing Kris earlier! But he didn't seem to think much about it! It was making everyone (him) crazy!
"Eeh?" Now Rudy directed his confused look to Jave. "I was… cleaning his wound?" Jave didn't know why Rudy sounded unsure at the end, but he looked so damn perplexedly innocent that in reverse it just pissed Jave off so much more for his ignorance and obliviousness.
"Are you seriously saying that?! Where in the world does anyone clean a wound that way?! Are you making fun of me?!" Jave yelled at him then, very irritated.
"Huh? Bu-but I'm serious. I did that to Dellons as well before," Rudy said, scratching his cheek slowly, still looking nonplussed.
"…Pardon?" Jave couldn't help deadpanning with his left eye twitching when he heard that, almost falling down comically on the floor as well in his astonishment.
"You see, I read it in a book I found in the orphanage library when I was a child that human saliva has disinfectant characteristic at some point. I just remembered about it the other day, when Dellons made dinner, I helped him, right? He cut his finger when he prepared the garlic as seasoning, so I licked the cut on his forefinger to disinfect it before putting a band aid on it." Rudy explained in quite detail then, putting his forefinger and thumb on his chin, seemingly thoughtful. "Well, for some reason he froze and was petrified during the process, though… I wonder why that was…"
Seeing such genuine curiosity in Rudy's expression, Jave couldn't help face palming, sighing in resignation and surrender because that legendary obliviousness was unbeatable. God, it was frustrating to the core!
"You… Rudy, you're too freaking dense!" Jave finally exploded, surprising both Rudy and Red that was still on Jave's shoulder at the time. He instantly took off to land on the armrest of the sofa as Jave throttled (or actually, just yanked Rudy's collar) and shook him. "Aaaaargh! I can't take it anymore! That's it! Today is the day for you to understand what you're doing to everyone in this house!"
"W-what? What's going on?! Ah! Jave, stop shaking me! My brain is going to get shaken up as well!" Rudy protested in bewilderment, but Jave didn't stop his punishment for Rudy for being too thick and ignorant all the time for a few more extra seconds to get his frustration across. It was seriously grating Jave's nerves. He would make Rudy realize no matter what.
"You… you never thought much when you did something like this to the people around you, right? How do you feel if it's done to you then?!" Jave asked, staring at Rudy's eyes with a no nonsense glare.
"Huh? What do you mean? What did I do?" Rudy looked extremely baffled then and Jave felt that he had to give example of what Rudy had done to Kris and Dellons, so he would understand how they felt.
"Fine, I'll do it. This is an example, so think carefully of how you feel when I do it," Jave let go of Rudy's shirt collar and pulled back slightly before he turned Red. "Red, do it." He ordered.
"Huh?" Rudy seemed alarmed when Red suddenly took off and landed on his left shoulder. "What the—ah!" and then he yelped in pain as Red unexpectedly bit his left forefinger. "Wh-wha-what-what?!" Rudy looked very much flabbergasted as Red took off once again to land on the table, observing Rudy with his small black-reddish eyes. "Wh-why did he bite me?" Rudy cradled his hand protectively while eyeing Red and then Jave with cautious eyes.
"Hn. You deserve that." Jave huffed in satisfaction seeing Rudy in slight pain. Rudy sent him a wounded look and Jave sighed once again. "Give me your hand." He opened his palm to Rudy then.
Rudy frowned at him, his expression showing utter misgiving. "Exactly what are you trying to do?" he asked, tentatively showing Jave his bleeding finger.
"I told you I'd make you realize what you did to other people," Jave said as he grasped on Rudy's wrist firmly. "Feel and think about it carefully," he said in warning, before he leaned in and put Rudy's forefinger inside his own mouth while closing his eyes.
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Rudy widened his eyes in total stupefaction as Jave leaned down and then closed his mouth around his wounded forefinger. He felt the intense warmth surround the pad of his finger, something soft and wet sweep on it repeatedly, cleaning his wound, and there was this sudden unfamiliar tickling feeling that made Rudy's body shudder for some reason.
Rudy's face heated up and his heartbeat suddenly picked up pace and he felt… he felt extreme embarrassment when Jave opened his golden eyes and gazed straightly into his own amber ones. "Ah…!"
Then there was a sudden crashing sound from their side and Jave pulled back immediately. Rudy couldn't be bothered to find out what that crashing sound was as Jave's face paled slightly before he hurried to release Rudy's hand, stand and scram away, shouting "Wait! Spike! It's not what you think it is!"
Rudy was still staring at his wet forefinger in a trance as he vaguely heard the fading running steps away from the living room. He didn't know why he felt this shocked from what Jave had done. It was a thing that Rudy always did to his friends as well, right?
Right?
But somehow, now that he was at the receiving end of the deed, he felt that… it was very… too intimate. This kind of thing… shouldn't have been done to people that were just friends.
Rudy's face heated up some more. He could even feel the steam start to rise from his head and ears as he covered his mouth in dawning realization that he had subjected Kris (and Dellons, along with many other people) to this kind of feeling periodically. God, he didn't think… He didn't know that it would feel so embarrassing for the one in the receiving end.
Worse, Rudy remembered that he had licked Kris' lower lip… on his freaking lips, for God's sake! Rudy couldn't help feeling horrified by it and covered his face with both palms then, feeling extra self-conscious as he imagined how Kris felt when he did that. If it were the other way around, Rudy would have died from mortification right then.
"I've done something bad to Kris (and Dellons the other day)…" Rudy mumbled, still flushing so hard it was difficult not to whimper in shame for his indecent behavior. "I have to apologize to them later…" He decided, but he took time to calm himself down a bit more, before he stood up slowly, turning to face Red that was still on the table, watching Rudy with tilted head, as if he was asking if Rudy was okay.
When Rudy stared at Red's black-reddish eyes, he remembered Jave's serious face—
"I'd make you realize what you did to other people…"
Rudy couldn't help chuckling sheepishly at that. "Thanks, Jave." He mumbled lowly, still blushing a bit because he needed something extreme to be done to him by his friend to make him get it. It was embarrassing after realizing that he was so oblivious about things like this.
"I'll play with you now, Red, until your master come back," Rudy smiled at Red and offered his arm to the Draco. Red seemed to shrug at it by tilting his head to the other side before he run and jumped to fly from the table to land on Rudy's arm gracefully. "Good boy, just like your master," Rudy grinned and pat Red's head fondly.
~A Seven Knights Fan Fiction~
"Wait, Spike! Please wait!"
Spike knew that Jave was running after him. He knew, but he didn't want to stop. He didn't want to get caught. He didn't want to hear any explanation at this moment.
Spike wanted to destroy something. The fury he felt right then was so strong, too strong. He couldn't be around people when he felt like this, especially not Jave.
"Spike!"
Jave's voice was getting louder, his footsteps getting faster. He was speeding up, but Spike's strides were longer, so he hurried up as well, not letting the distance between the purple haired man and him get narrower.
"Spike! Seriously, wait for a moment, please!" Jave's voice sounded frantic, his breath was fast and labored. "Please… don't leave me again!"
As Spike heard the loud, desperate plea, his body froze on the spot and that second of pause was all it took for Jave to catch up to him and catch him in a hug from behind. He was panting heavily against Spike's back and Spike had to clench his fists not to make any contact with Jave, anywhere. He couldn't risk hurting him. He couldn't afford to do that. The scorching fury was still raging inside his body, begging for release and Spike didn't want Jave to be the outlet of that fury.
In his desperation to take the edge off of his dangerously violent temper, Spike whammed the wall beside him really hard with the right side of his fist. He could feel Jave cringe in reaction to that, but he didn't loosen his hold on Spike sides and stomach. Jave even clenched the material of his clothes more tightly in his grasp.
Spike could feel the violence subside bit by bit from his mind and body, finding the release from that one hard pound to the wall. The right side of his right hand throbbed slightly, though and he was also breathing hard, trying to calm himself from the aftermath as the fury left his body and mind completely, leaving him exhausted.
"Sorry, I'm sorry… please let me explain," Jave talked again after a few more minutes of quiet panting. They hadn't changed their position then. He was still hugging Spike from behind.
"You shouldn't have gone after me… What if I couldn't hold back my temper and hurt you?" Spike started to speak, feeling extremely weary after trying his hardest to hold down his violent tendency.
Spike had anger issue. He had gone to a psychiatrist for therapy and gotten some meds to control his mood, but sometimes… just sometimes, there was trigger that could make the urge to destroy so unbearable that all those therapy sessions and his mood stabilizer instantly went to drain. At those times, he would hit whatever thing or person around him without him realizing it. In order to prevent him beating anyone in his house in his moment of insanity, Spike chose to run whenever the urge was triggered.
This time, the trigger of that urge was that scene: Jave kneeling in front of Rudy, his delicate hand on Rudy's wrist, his lips around Rudy's forefinger. The intimacy of that act made Spike's blood boil. He hadn't realized the urge was triggered before he felt the glass in his palm shatter because he held it too tightly.
When Spike saw his hand and those shards of glass fall down, he immediately bolted away from there. He didn't want to hurt Jave or Rudy. He couldn't be there with them. But then Jave had to chase him. Jave was an idiot sometimes.
"I'm not going to let you go no matter what," Jave said, his voice a bit muffled since his mouth was against Spike clothed back. "Not again… never again…!" If it was possible, Spike felt that Jave's hold on him was getting firmer.
Spike could feel the warmth from Jave's body, so close… there was no gap between his back and Jave's chest and face. Spike had to soften his expression when he saw Jave's hands clench on the belly part of his clothes. His hand shook slightly for how tight Jave held onto them. Spike let go of his fist from the wall slowly before he brought his bleeding palm on top of Jave's hand.
"Spike?" Jave addressed him a moment latter, seeming to feel his sticky touch.
"You silly, silly Jave. Where am I going to go? My home is here, you know," Spike held Jave's fisted hand gently, trying to reassure him that he was okay now, that he wasn't about to succumb into that violent madness that sometimes clouded his mind and body.
"Yes," Jave sighed slowly, finally loosening his hold on Spike. "Yes…" He sounded relieved and happy before Spike could feel Jave's mouth once again on his back, seeming to give him a kiss of gratitude that Spike was still there with him.
A few more seconds later, Jave finally let go of Spike and Spike turned around to face him properly. "I'm sorry about just now… that you had to see that," Jave sighed, looking tired as he scratched his head.
Jave still wanted to explain what happened earlier apparently and although Spike didn't really needed explanation because he trusted Jave completely that it was a necessary thing (when his urge wasn't triggered), he decided to indulge Jave if only it would give the golden eyed man a peace of mind.
"Rudy was being an oblivious idiot again, earlier. He licked Kris' lower lip, can you believe that?" Then Jave started to rant. "He said he only wanted to clean Kris' wound… ah, Kris' lower lip was bleeding because Red got too excited earlier and bumped into Kris' face when he flied. Anyway, Rudy licked Kris' lower lip without noticing Kris' feelings for him and how embarrassing that was. Kris already punched Rudy, but it got me mad as well because how come he's so ignorant like that?! I feel so sorry for Kris… That's why I got angry with Rudy and I felt the urge to teach him a lesson a bit, so I… I mimicked what he did to Dellons the other day…"
"Wait, to Dellons?" Spike raised his eyebrows at that, a bit confused. Why did Dellons' name come up here?
"Yeah, apparently Rudy did lick Dellons' forefinger as well as a mean to clean a cut he made when he was cooking dinner the other day," Jave elaborated with an arid tone and expression, and Spike snorted at that fact, slightly surprised and entertained, since he really wanted to see Dellons' face when Rudy did that to him.
"The legendary obliviousness is unbeatable, huh?" Spike shook his head, trying to hold down his amusement.
"Well, it got on my nerves!" Jave huffed. "So I ordered Red to bite Rudy's finger and then I licked his wound, so he would understand how it felt for Kris and Dellons when he did that to them as well…" Now Jave pouted for some reason. "I didn't mean for you to see that… I don't want you to misunderstand my intention…"
Spike caught Jave's gaze that seemed a bit guilt-ridden then. "You explain it to me properly," Spike comforted, ruffling Jave's soft hair with his uninjured palm.
"But now I'm self-reflecting. No matter how angry I was, I shouldn't have done that to Rudy. Such action isn't meant to be done carelessly to anyone that isn't special. I gave him an example of his own doing, but by doing that, I did the same thing to him what he did to Kris and Dellons. It's not right, and I'm sorry," Jave continued slowly and Spike smiled tenderly at him. Jave was such a good guy. Spike was proud of him when he acknowledged his own mistake and Jave looked like he wanted to make amend.
"You should apologize to Rudy later," Spike suggested, ruffling Jave's hair again fondly.
"Yes, but… I've done you wrong as well, Spike," Jave reached out to catch Spike's wrist and removed his hand from his hair. He looked upward at Spike solemnly.
"Eh?" Spike didn't comprehend what Jave was talking about.
"I hurt you didn't I? When you saw me do that to Rudy…" Jave held his hand with both of his own, squeezing his fingers and wrist gently. Spike widened his eyes a bit as he felt Jave's lips on the back of his palm then. Jave hadn't released his gaze from Spike's even though the glimmer in Jave's golden eyes looked different than the regret he showed him earlier.
"Jave…?" Spike was a bit mystified with the way Jave was staring at him.
"Spike, I'm satisfied with what we have right now, but I also realize that I have never said anything about my feelings for you." Jave straightened his back and his expression was a determined one despite Spike being stunned seeing him like that and hearing what he said. "I'm neither ashamed nor afraid to acknowledge my feelings for you and it has potential to change how we act to each other in the future, so I want you to think carefully about it before answering it." He squeezed Spike's hand comfortingly then, seeming to plead for him to give Jave some form of response.
Spike nodded at him in silence and Jave smiled, continuing. "I don't want our relationship to be so muddled and complicated like what Kris, Rudy and Dellons shared, so I'll tell you right here, right now." Jave held Spike's hand more tightly before he took a deep breath and dropped the bomb. "I love you, and it's a different kind of love that brothers and family share. I want to share special relationship with you, Spike, and only with you."
Spike widened his eyes so much more prominently as he saw the graveness of Jave's confession. He was serious. Jave loved him like that and he wanted something special with him. How… how did Spike answer such feelings from him?
Spike cared a lot about Jave. His constant presence back then at middle school, when he needed someone to be around him most at his lowest, had saved Spike from self-destruction. Because Jave was willing to talk to him and stay by his side even though he always ignored and snubbed him, Spike could still feel human despite his encounter with the truth of his birth. Of course Spike liked Jave a lot more right now after knowing him better, after sharing their high school and their living space. Of course he loved Jave.
But… Jave's love for Spike was so pure, so gentle, so… giving.
Spike curled his fingers to grasp Jave's hand and then pulled Jave forward before pushing him and slamming his back on the wall behind him. Jave winced in surprise, but didn't say anything, and seemed to let Spike do anything he wanted. He looked kind of resigned when Spike lifted his other hand, and closed his eyes, apparently waiting for a punch or something, but Spike wasn't about to do that.
Spike reached to cup Jave's cheek instead, before diving down for a kiss on Jave's lips. Jave jerked in shock, opening his eyes widely, seemingly in disbelief, as Spike attacked his lips, once, twice, and he positioned his thumb and middle finger on Jave's jaw joints, pushing them to force the smaller guy to open his mouth for him, so he could slip his tongue inside, drawing a gasp and a startled moan from Jave.
Spike kept plundering Jave's mouth, licking into his soft, warm oral cavity, biting his lower lip, tasting and curling his tongue possessively around Jave's, and Jave couldn't seem to breathe properly as he gasped and groaned between kisses, his hand grappled desperately on Spike's chest while his other was still in firm hold of Spike's hand, getting pinned above his head on the wall. It was hot, so addicting. Spike couldn't get enough of Jave's sweetness.
At some point, Jave's desperation to suck in air made him push Spike away a bit, and his knees buckled that Spike had to let go of Jave's neck and face to secure a hold on Jave's waist, so as not to let the younger man fall down. Spike himself needed to breathe in more oxygen, so while he and Jave were panting heavily, he rested his forehead on Jave's, inhaling his alluring scent.
"Jave… my feelings for you are so violent," Spike rasped while closing his eyes hugging Jave closely, tightly, so dearly. His voice was huskier than he thought it would be and Jave's body trembled as Spike whispered. "I want you… so bad. I've wanted to devour you for so long that I'm afraid I'll hurt you if I ever have a chance to touch you."
Surprised? Maybe afraid? Spike didn't want to see it. If Jave knew what kind of thing he wanted from the younger, he surely would be repulsed. Spike didn't want to make Jave fear him, didn't want to lose his friendship and love. Spike had wanted to keep his true feelings inside and never let them be known by anyone, let alone by Jave initially, because Jave was too dear for Spike to be subjected into this brutal love. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he hurt Jave because of his feelings.
But Jave loved him. He loved Spike like that. Spike couldn't lie to Jave about his feelings when Jave was so serious when he confessed. He had to let it all out, offering them to Jave on silver platter and let Jave decide if he could handle Spike's feelings for him.
"Spike…!" Jave called his name and forced him to open his eyes and to look at Jave's teary golden ones. He smiled gently and this time, he was the one initiating the kiss on Spike's lips. "I'm glad… that we have mutual feelings for each other," he whispered softly into Spike's mouth before he pulled back slightly to look into his eyes.
"Jave…" Spike stared at Jave's golden eyes, enthralled by the soft glimmer inside, his kindness.
"So please, don't let me go… Hold me tight, make me yours and never leave me…" Jave grasped Spike's neck then and surged upward once again for another hot, demanding kiss.
Ah, it's the same after all…—Spike thought, recognizing it pretty well as he lost himself in their deep, hard kiss, drowning in that ferocious love. Both of our loves are violent… greedy… want everything of each other…
It was a possessive kind of love, an amorous love.
~A Seven Knight Fan Fiction~
At dinner table that night, three people were missing.
Rudy sighed deeply staring at those empty seats, slumping and not touching the food he himself had prepared on the table because he was in charge of breakfast and dinner today. Red was perched calmly on his shoulder, nuzzling Rudy's dark brown hair affectionately.
Dellons, Rachel and Eileen looked at Rudy and then at Red wordlessly, before they glanced at each other, as if they tried to figure out what had happened from one another, but nobody seemed to know anything, so they shrugged as they began to eat.
"Someone should call Spike and Jave. They'll miss dinner at this rate," Eileen quipped nonchalantly.
"Let's not. Jave seems busy." Rachel contradicted the suggestion before she sipped her juice from the glass. "He even leaves Red in Rudy's care. If he goes as far as not letting Red stay inside his room, that can only mean one thing. Jave can't afford to get distract even by Red's presence. Maybe his project this time is very important for him," she nodded, relaying all her thought about the matter with satisfaction.
Dellons snorted at that. "Or, he probably needs some alone time to jerk off. He won't want Red to see such lewd sight," he smirked as he munched on a spoon of delicious curry. Rudy was the best at making curry. He should make curry forever for him.
Eileen looked visibly queasy and Rachel scowled at the blond, muttering something about 'rude' and 'impolite thought'. Rudy didn't seem aware enough, though, so he neither reacted on Dellons' words nor contributed on the discussion. Seeing that, Dellons was thoughtful for a moment, trying to figure out why Rudy was in such a slump. He smirked as he found a way to rouse Rudy immediately like a magic word.
"What about Kris, then? Do you think he's too busy to eat?"
As expected, Rudy jumped at the mention of Kris' name while Rachel and Eileen twitched slightly. Dellons sniggered inwardly while in appearance, he set a concerned expression for their friend's well-being. "Maybe I should call him." Dellons even made an attempt to stand up from the chair, but Rudy beat him to it.
"I'll do it!" the brunet said, his face surprisingly pink, before he frenziedly scrammed to look for Kris.
Dellons once again snorted watching Rudy's retreating figure. "He's as simple and as easy as always," he commented afterward.
"You're horrible," Eileen chided him.
"The worst," Rachel seconded her opinion.
"Thank you," Dellons smiled at them heartily and both women only sighed at him in exasperation.
#
Rudy felt a bit miserable. He hadn't gotten a chance to apologize to Kris since earlier. He had tried to knock on his door a few times, but unlike the usual when Kris told him "Go away, Rudy," he didn't even responded to his call and just ignored him completely.
"Kris," Rudy knocked at Kris' room door once again. "It's dinner. You should eat something. You haven't eaten since noon, right?"
There was still no answer from the inside. Apparently he had made Kris quite angry this time, enough to give him a silent treatment. He knew when Kris was really, really upset, he tended to be quiet about it. "I'm really sorry about earlier. I didn't think carefully of what I was doing." Rudy tried to apologize even though Kris didn't want to talk to him. He could always listen to his voice. "Jave already thoroughly scolded me. I understand why you're angry. I did something embarrassing to you. I'm very sorry. It won't happen again, I promise."
The prolonged silence disheartened Rudy a bit, but he felt Red nuzzle his neck in encouragement, so he smiled slightly at that. He let out a resigned sigh and thumped his forehead on Kris' door. "Seems that you won't talk to me today. I'll put your dinner into a container and keep it in the fridge. If you feel like eating, you should warm it up before digging in. I'll talk to you again tomorrow."
Rudy left Kris' door and was about go back to the kitchen when he heard footsteps from the living room. He sneaked his head inside to look who was in there and found Jave and Spike walking toward the kitchen.
"Spike, Jave!" Rudy called and both jumped in surprise in reaction.
"Oh, R-Rudy, hey," Jave turned around slightly to wave at him. His smile was a bit awkward for some reason. Spike didn't even greet Rudy back, just glancing at him in a nod. Both seemed to act a bit strangely then. Rudy tilted his head aside in a wonder, but seeing Jave's slightly flushed face, Rudy remembered what happened in the living room earlier and he himself blushed slightly.
Of course it'd be awkward, after something like that—Rudy smiled apologetically, scratching his cheek.
"I was wondering where you were since you weren't at dinner table," Rudy decided to overlook the uncomfortable atmosphere and jogged lightly to catch up to them as they resumed their walk to the kitchen.
"Oh, we were… ah! Red!" Jave exclaimed suddenly, apparently had just remembered that he left Red by himself after seeing him with Rudy. As if reacting to his call, Red took off from Rudy's shoulder to fly toward him. "Red!" Jave opened his arm to welcome Red into his embrace, nuzzling the Draco affectionately. "I'm so sorry for leaving you like that earlier." He looked like he was about to cry as he held his flying dragon tightly.
"Ah… you could choke him if you hold him too tightly…" Rudy reached his hand, about to touch Jave's arm so he would loosen his hold on the poor Draco slightly, but Spike's hand was on Rudy's so abruptly, surprising Rudy because Spike seemed to prevent him from touching Jave's. "Um… Spike?" Rudy looked upward slightly at the taller man.
Spike's olive eyes were on Rudy's for a moment, his expression was unreadable, almost cold, but he softened his gaze slightly afterward and even thought it wasn't yet a form of smile, he seemed to be reassuring Rudy. "It's alright. Jave knows what he's doing. Red is his after all," he said.
"Ah, you're right," Rudy chuckled, relenting immediately. "Then let's have dinner. Dellons and the others have started before us."
The three of them entered the kitchen and were welcomed with the sight of Rachel at the sink, washing the dishes. Eileen was snacking on a plate of cut-up melons and Dellons was playing with his phone.
"Oh, you're all done already? That's fast," Rudy took his seat and prayed for a moment before he started to eat his share that was still on the table, along with Jave's and Spike's. Spike and Jave sat beside him and Dellons glanced at the two with calculating eyes.
"You guys took too long. What were you doing?" Dellons asked, his gaze seeming to notice something and both Spike and Jave flinched slightly even though they looked like they tried to ignore him.
"We don't have any obligation to inform you about our activity," Spike dodged the question calmly as he also began his dinner.
"T-true," Jave sounded a bit defensive, and he didn't look back at Dellons at all.
Dellons stared at the two for some more minutes before he chuckled and went back to his cell-phone. "It seems that a big bug bit you, huh, Jave. That bruise on your neck must hurt a lot," he commented afterward in a small snigger.
Jave almost fell down from his seat in his haste to cover his neck with one hand while his face spontaneously combusted and Spike's fork made a very hard impact to his plate that the plate actually cracked.
Rudy blinked at them in slight surprise and puzzlement as Eileen dropped her melon on the plate while gaping and Rachel caught the slipped plate she was washing.
There was a pregnant silence in the kitchen for about three seconds before—
"W-w-w-w-what are you saying, Dellons?!" Jave suddenly stuttered in high pitched tone. His face was so bright red that even Rudy was almost able to feel his skyrocketing mortification from his seat.
"I just asked if a big bug had bitten you," Dellons' glinting baby blue eyes were smirking at him, specifically at the hand that covered Jave's neck, even though he hid his mouth with his phone. And if it was possible, Jave's face was getting rosier and steamier at this point.
In contrast to Jave's panicking, Spike's mood seemed to turn eerie for some reason, as he set his glare at Dellons before he put down his fork on his ruined dinner (poor plate!) and stood up. "Dellons, a moment, please."
The others instantly flinched as Spike spoke. Even Rudy winced at that so very fake polite plea. Despite Spike's flat tone, there was this dark, frightening aura that came out from his body and his voice was dripping with icy threat to Dellons' safety.
"Uh-oh, did I wake a sleeping Berserker?" Dellons widened his eyes, feigning innocence and surprise, even though he perfectly knew what he was doing.
He really doesn't understand the meaning of self-preservation, does he?—Rudy's sweat dropped as Spike moved to catch Dellons' collar and then proceeded to drag him out of the kitchen, possibly out of the house since they were about to get into a fight.
Jave covered his flushing face with both palms, whimpering in total mortification, before suddenly he stood and ran after Spike, "Wait, Spike!" and exited the premise as well, his face still colored crimson.
Rudy could only blink uncomprehendingly at the scene unraveling before him, not knowing what triggered Spike's urge to destroy, but he knew how to read the sign pretty well. Spike was about to go berserk and he had set his target on Dellons again. It often happened when they were in high school, but lately, Spike could control himself better. There was no incident in the past year. What could possibly wake up Spike's old bad habit?
Besides… "Why is Jave so embarrassed? What did I miss? Didn't Dellons just ask whether or not a bug bit him?" Seriously, Rudy really didn't understand his friends' behavior sometimes.
"Oh, Rudy…" Rachel was suddenly behind him and then hugged his neck from behind. "You're so precious sometimes that I want to strangle you," she said as she launched her threat into action, put his neck in the inside of her elbow and then trapped it in a headlock.
"Gyaaaa! Wha-what, what?!" Rudy was quite in shock as he struggled to free himself from Rachel's attempt to murder him.
"Go for it, Rach. I'll do it next," Eileen cracked her knuckles and smirked at him evilly, and Rudy paled seeing that from Rachel's deadly maneuver.
"W-what the heck is wrong with all of you, today?!" Rudy couldn't help yelling in horror at his current predicament.
Yeah, it was still a long way to go for Rudy to understand his friends completely.
~ A Seven Knights Fan Fiction~
In his room, Kris looked at his cell phone quietly. A message from one of the Four Lords was displayed on its screen.
Let's meet at the Floating Market in China Town this Sunday—Mikazuki Ace.
End of Round 5
Tbc...
Additional Notes:
Per some request, here's a list of (made up or official) full names of the characters that might/already show up in this universe:
1)Kris Tenebra
2)Rudy Lucerna
3)Dellons Blackscythe
4)Jave Dragoon
5)Spike Luftetar
6)Rachel Agni
7)Eileen Keiserin
8)Lu Bu
9)Son Goku
10)Mikazuki Ace
11)Ryuujou Rin
12)Pascal Perandor
13)Bai Jiaou
Alright, for now that's all the characters from Seven Knights fandom in this story. Will be updated every time new character shows up.
A/N: Yeah… I have to say sorry that the teaser in previous round isn't actually for this round. It's for round 6, so there's no teaser this time, sorry! Well, how do you like the story so far? I hope it's not too boring for you. And yes, Spike/Jave hooks up first *lol*. They're cute together anyway and I was already eyeing this pair since I'd known in the cannon 7Ks plot that Jave stopped Spike when he went berserk, so… there you have them as a pair here ^^; Comment? Questions? Con-crit? Hit that review button to start discussion!
