My Grandpa's Back
Kohari: Okay! We are back! I woke up at 4:00 in the morning with this idea, I think. Either that, or it was like 9:30 at night or something. Anyway, off topic. I would like to dedicate this chapter to Kaimonestaska (did I get it right, H2O?), for the knife under the pillow idea. I had already dedicated the last chapter, so I decided to dedicate this one to her. Here it goes!
Chapter 7
As the blond, the Chinese student, and the idiot (sorry, Tyson fans!) raced through the halls, evading their pursuers and searching frantically for their captain, the struggle continued in the hunted's dormitory.
It amazed Kai how this black-clad moron had managed to infiltrate the security and slip into his room. As the knife was thrust forward only to be reversed, the process repeated more than once, concern for his teammates flashed through his mind.If he had been ambushed, doesn't that mean that the others would be attacked as well?
This was pathetic. Here he was, having trouble dealing with a merc, and the rest of the BladeBreakers may need his help. This is the exact situation he had tried to prevent. Why hadn't the team taken his hint? Now the enemy had managed to blitz them and they were separated. Surrounded. Already he was going on a guilt trip and the fight wasn't over.
But it was about to be. The combination of stress, lack of sleep, and exhaustion from training (and this fight, because this guy was very well trained) was becoming too much for even Hiwatari's body to take. He sighed softly as he fell to the floor, weapon sliding under the dresser, and his body becoming limp. It was becoming heavier by the second, and it wouldn't be an easy task for him to get up.
The spy-like figure slowly stepped forward, trying to intimidate him. He was closing in on him. their heads jerked toward the door as pounding footsteps drew closer.
Ray, Tyson, and Max had made it to Kai's room. No noise came from inside. Suspicious. They all stood back, scared of walking into a trap, as Ray flung open the door to reveal...
Absolutely nothing! Sure the bedspread was half-hanging over the side of the mattress as though Kai had just rolled out of bed, but that was about it. The only other thing out of place was the open window.
"Hey! There they are!" came a shout from behind them and outside the door. Surprised, and doing the first thing that came to mind, they jumped out of the window. Ray landed on his feet, crouching and with his hand down on the ground for added support. Max wobbled a little, but managed to stay standing. Tyson...landed right on his posterior.
They ran, trying hard not to panic, and being as quiet as they could. If Kai was still in the building, how would they ever find him? And where was Kenny?! They had forgotten Kenny!
Hearing screams, Kai got a sudden burst of energy and used that new-found advantage to take down his opponent. The four BladeBreakers somehow met in the street just outside the gates, yells from the group that attacked them reaching their ears. Something about escape and retreat. Another attempt some other time.
Kai was on his knees, panting with the effort the fight and flight had taken. He tossed a cell phone to Tyson, who, even with his bad hand-eye coordination, caught it easily. "Call the nerd," Kai commanded. Tyson obeyed.
Dizzi acted as a phone. "Hello?" Kenny greeted uncertainly in his room. Who would call at this hour?
"Where are you?" Tyson asked anxiously. He hated to admit it, but he was worried about the little guy. Kenny had been like a brother to him since that incident with Carlos.
"In my room. Why?" Everyone heard that over the phone (the worst thing about cells: everyone can hear everything that goes on in a convo), and gasps and huhs followed.
"You weren't attacked?" Tyson inquired, astonished.
"Attacked. No. Why? Were you?" Kenny genuinely didn't know what had just happened. Tyson just stammered, and Ray snatched the phone out of his overconfident, shaking hands.
"Some goons stormed the mansion, Chief!" Ray blurted out. That was just like Ray. Didn't waste any time getting to the point. Absolutely no beating around the bush.
"But nothing happened here. Wonder why," Kenny pondered.
"We're a little in the dark about this whole thing ourselves. Look, maybe we should meet somewhere. Let's meet in the park." This time, Max snatched the phone.
"See you there in 0200 hours. Over and out soldier!" And Max pushed the "End" button.
Kai shook his head. This was pathetic. Ray handed the cell back to its owner. "Let's get going," the raven-haired blader suggested, and they headed off to the park, Kai not allowing anyone to help him walk. ("I can do it on my own, Tyson.")
They met in fifteen minutes (duh, the whole 2 hour thing was a joke.). Kai arranged for their stuff to be packed, and their rooms cleaned. Their luggage would be sent to a hotel to be booked by Mr. Dickenson. According to the butlers, their rooms were trashed, and random things were strung across their beds and dressers., mirrors broken, and such.
Max glanced sadly at Ray. All that was in his room was all that he had. If anything was broken or messed up, would he be able to replace it? His paycheck was enough to survive on, but would it be enough for anything else? Ray took good care of his stuff, but these guys (the mercs) wouldn't've.
They didn't know what to do. How to deal with this situation was beyond all of them. And what would Voltaire try next? None of them knew, and they weren't eager to find out.
The camera lens that retracted itself into the lamppost knew more than they did, and the one watching everything it had recorded sneered with anticipation of how they'd deal with their next problem.
Kohari: Lame ending, I know. And I have nothing more to say, because I have to go ahead and update everything else I've written. Review for me, and Byes!
Kohari: Okay! We are back! I woke up at 4:00 in the morning with this idea, I think. Either that, or it was like 9:30 at night or something. Anyway, off topic. I would like to dedicate this chapter to Kaimonestaska (did I get it right, H2O?), for the knife under the pillow idea. I had already dedicated the last chapter, so I decided to dedicate this one to her. Here it goes!
Chapter 7
As the blond, the Chinese student, and the idiot (sorry, Tyson fans!) raced through the halls, evading their pursuers and searching frantically for their captain, the struggle continued in the hunted's dormitory.
It amazed Kai how this black-clad moron had managed to infiltrate the security and slip into his room. As the knife was thrust forward only to be reversed, the process repeated more than once, concern for his teammates flashed through his mind.If he had been ambushed, doesn't that mean that the others would be attacked as well?
This was pathetic. Here he was, having trouble dealing with a merc, and the rest of the BladeBreakers may need his help. This is the exact situation he had tried to prevent. Why hadn't the team taken his hint? Now the enemy had managed to blitz them and they were separated. Surrounded. Already he was going on a guilt trip and the fight wasn't over.
But it was about to be. The combination of stress, lack of sleep, and exhaustion from training (and this fight, because this guy was very well trained) was becoming too much for even Hiwatari's body to take. He sighed softly as he fell to the floor, weapon sliding under the dresser, and his body becoming limp. It was becoming heavier by the second, and it wouldn't be an easy task for him to get up.
The spy-like figure slowly stepped forward, trying to intimidate him. He was closing in on him. their heads jerked toward the door as pounding footsteps drew closer.
Ray, Tyson, and Max had made it to Kai's room. No noise came from inside. Suspicious. They all stood back, scared of walking into a trap, as Ray flung open the door to reveal...
Absolutely nothing! Sure the bedspread was half-hanging over the side of the mattress as though Kai had just rolled out of bed, but that was about it. The only other thing out of place was the open window.
"Hey! There they are!" came a shout from behind them and outside the door. Surprised, and doing the first thing that came to mind, they jumped out of the window. Ray landed on his feet, crouching and with his hand down on the ground for added support. Max wobbled a little, but managed to stay standing. Tyson...landed right on his posterior.
They ran, trying hard not to panic, and being as quiet as they could. If Kai was still in the building, how would they ever find him? And where was Kenny?! They had forgotten Kenny!
Hearing screams, Kai got a sudden burst of energy and used that new-found advantage to take down his opponent. The four BladeBreakers somehow met in the street just outside the gates, yells from the group that attacked them reaching their ears. Something about escape and retreat. Another attempt some other time.
Kai was on his knees, panting with the effort the fight and flight had taken. He tossed a cell phone to Tyson, who, even with his bad hand-eye coordination, caught it easily. "Call the nerd," Kai commanded. Tyson obeyed.
Dizzi acted as a phone. "Hello?" Kenny greeted uncertainly in his room. Who would call at this hour?
"Where are you?" Tyson asked anxiously. He hated to admit it, but he was worried about the little guy. Kenny had been like a brother to him since that incident with Carlos.
"In my room. Why?" Everyone heard that over the phone (the worst thing about cells: everyone can hear everything that goes on in a convo), and gasps and huhs followed.
"You weren't attacked?" Tyson inquired, astonished.
"Attacked. No. Why? Were you?" Kenny genuinely didn't know what had just happened. Tyson just stammered, and Ray snatched the phone out of his overconfident, shaking hands.
"Some goons stormed the mansion, Chief!" Ray blurted out. That was just like Ray. Didn't waste any time getting to the point. Absolutely no beating around the bush.
"But nothing happened here. Wonder why," Kenny pondered.
"We're a little in the dark about this whole thing ourselves. Look, maybe we should meet somewhere. Let's meet in the park." This time, Max snatched the phone.
"See you there in 0200 hours. Over and out soldier!" And Max pushed the "End" button.
Kai shook his head. This was pathetic. Ray handed the cell back to its owner. "Let's get going," the raven-haired blader suggested, and they headed off to the park, Kai not allowing anyone to help him walk. ("I can do it on my own, Tyson.")
They met in fifteen minutes (duh, the whole 2 hour thing was a joke.). Kai arranged for their stuff to be packed, and their rooms cleaned. Their luggage would be sent to a hotel to be booked by Mr. Dickenson. According to the butlers, their rooms were trashed, and random things were strung across their beds and dressers., mirrors broken, and such.
Max glanced sadly at Ray. All that was in his room was all that he had. If anything was broken or messed up, would he be able to replace it? His paycheck was enough to survive on, but would it be enough for anything else? Ray took good care of his stuff, but these guys (the mercs) wouldn't've.
They didn't know what to do. How to deal with this situation was beyond all of them. And what would Voltaire try next? None of them knew, and they weren't eager to find out.
The camera lens that retracted itself into the lamppost knew more than they did, and the one watching everything it had recorded sneered with anticipation of how they'd deal with their next problem.
Kohari: Lame ending, I know. And I have nothing more to say, because I have to go ahead and update everything else I've written. Review for me, and Byes!