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Promises Not Made are Promises Never Kept
Flashback Eighteen – Safety
"Ah, Gods… fuck me… what the hell was that?" She slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position, feeling her bones creak as she held her head. "Dammit… that mother-fucker… I'm gonna kill him!"
"That depends. Which mother-fucker are you talking about?"
Her head snapped sideways as a bright orange light made her jerk her gaze away, and she shielded her eyes.
"Gah…" she grunted, lifting herself up into a standing position and brushing herself off. "You fuck little boys, not mothers, so it's probably safe to say that I'm not talking about you."
"Will you shut up about that?" Zabuza snapped irritably as he, waving the glow stick to shake up its contents, stood with her. "We don't know who else is down here with us."
"Right. You're totally concerned about our safety. That's why you want me to stop talking about it." She looked around, unable to see anything outside of halo of light made by Zabuza's glow stick. "Well, Molly seems to fine. And don't worry; your boys are too."
Zabuza raised an eyebrow at her.
"How can you tell?"
Tyra looked at him, raising a return brow.
"You can't?" She asked, making Zabuza scowl at her.
"We need to get to them," the man said, looking around as well. "If that pervert Patzu didn't fall with us, then he's probably with them."
"He's the pervert?" Tyra asked incredulously as she stood at the border of light, looking out at the darkness. "Please. You two should get together and write about pedophilia over tea and bare-chested young men."
"I'll kill you, I swear," Zabuza warned monotonously without looking at her. Silently, Tyra rolled her eyes.
"It looks like the cave we're in isn't that big," she observed. "Our voices aren't echoing that loudly, which means we must be in a small place. We probably fell down some kind of natural air shaft."
"Or into the nest of some obscene monster," Zabuza deadpanned.
"You have such a positive outlook on life," she replied simply, walking around a little. "It's a wonder you made it this far without killing yourself."
"I just think it's better to be prepared for the worst than to not be," Zabuza defended, maybe pouting a little. "It's how I've survived."
"Yes, survived and lived such a fulfilling and happy life," Tyra responded, peering upwards into the darkness with squinted eyes. "There's cold air coming down from over here. We might be able to climb up to where the kids are."
"Well, seeing as how your kid is like a giant fucking homing beacon," the man snapped in exasperation. "Lead the fucking way."
Tyra finally looked at him to raise an eyebrow.
"You're pouting."
"AM NOT."
Dammit.
Tyra was gracious enough to drop it there, and she looked upwards to where she felt the air and motioned at Zabuza with a hand.
"Gimme that stick."
I'll give you a Goddamn stick… Zabuza pouted silently as he slapped it in her hand, reaching into his pocket to pull out another one. She raised it upwards.
"Yeah, there's a tunnel in the ceiling," she informed him before biting the object in her teeth. She took one of the machetes from her belt and crouched, readying herself to jump upwards.
Leaping up into the tunnel, Tyra lifted the blade and sank it into one of the sides, dangling half-in and half-out of the shaft.
"Need some help there, Alice?" Zabuza asked in amusement.
"Uc oo," she responded from around the glow stick, making him smirk. With the other hand, she freed her mouth for a moment. "Yeah, it's definitely some sort of tunnel. It's not completely vertical but it's pretty damn close. Follow me, and be careful with that damned sword of yours."
"Worry about yourself, princess," Zabuza replied as he shifted his sword on his back so it was more vertical. "I can handle myself."
The entire sexual innuendo that was going on his brain was almost too much to bear.
She better do something SUPER unsexy soon. Zabuza thought grimly as she took her other machete and sank it into the stone as well, pulling herself completely up. Otherwise I just might be in a shitload of trouble.
"Can you see how far it goes?" He called up.
"No," she replied after a moment. "But we really don't have any other option. We have no idea where we are and neither do the kids."
"True enough," Zabuza relented as he watched her vanish, jumping up after her and sinking a pair of kunai into the stone wall, his glow stick dangling from around his neck. "Can't you move any faster?"
"Will you shut the fuck up?" She snapped, taking the stick from out of her mouth. "Like you badgering me is making me move any faster." To solidify her argument, she kicked one of the hands holding the kunai, and he winced, almost letting go.
"Gods, you're such a bitch," he swore, following her upwards.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she replied as she turned to continue. "You're attracted."
Try as he might, he could not argue that. He scowled.
Damn you, you… attractive devil woman!
"I hate you," was the only reply he could manage. She smirked from around the glow stick.
"You better not be looking at my butt, pervert," she called behind her. Zabuza rolled his eyes.
"Oh, yeah, I'm so not focused on not dying that your butt is the only thing I can think about," he snapped sarcastically. "Your butt is that high on my to-do list." At her snigger, he mentally kicked himself. This woman made him feel like a fucking twelve-year-old boy. "Fuck you, I'm not talking to you anymore!"
"Sure," she stated. "We'll see how long that lasts."
Silently, they managed to make their way up the shaft and they emerged in a much larger cavern, their glow sticks barely making a dent in the darkness. Here, even the sound of their breathing seemed to echo.
"Are they close?" Zabuza asked as he pulled himself up out of the tunnel, Tyra already up on her feet and looking around.
"I thought you weren't talking to me," she replied nonchalantly.
"Fuck you," he stated simply as he readjusted his sword. "Are they close?"
"Closer than they were before, at least," she responded. But then a frown creased her face. "I can't help but feel like we're not alone in here though." She lifted the glow stick a little higher, walking around in a small circle. "Like something's watching us."
"I don't hear anything," Zabuza breathed as they both simultaneously went quiet, eying the darkness outside of their man-made light. The tension seemed to build and build as the sensation of being watched grew more and more powerful.
Suddenly there was a massive roar that blasted both sets of ears, and they winced, covering the organs as the sound shook the entire cavern and rebounded tenfold.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" Tyra yelled, her voice drowned out by the sound. Zabuza couldn't answer her anyway, because he didn't know himself. Before their eyes, a string of lights erupted into existence, throwing the entire cavern into light.
The source of the light was a giant bug, each section of its back having two lights on either side, a single light on its forehead. A reddish-brown in color, it was gigantically fat, towering above them like a five-story building as it sat in front of them, its multitude of legs wiggling uselessly in the air. It had two large black compound eyes on both sides of its head (one set smaller than the other), and when it opened its mouth there were rows and rows of circular sets of teeth that dripped yellow ooze.
"That's disgusting," Tyra commented, wincing. "I hate bugs."
"This one hates you too," Zabuza replied. Tyra shot him a look.
"Is that supposed to comfort me?"
"Watch out!"
Opening its mouth, the bug began the battle, sending itself downwards to crash on top of them.
End Flashback Eighteen – Safety
Yes, I am completely aware that Zabuza's a wee-bit OOC when he speaks to Tyra, but hey, love does that. *heart*
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