Kohari: Amazing, isn't it? This fic started out as a one-shot, seriously, and I wasn't going to continue it. But then, people told me to continue. Now, when I updated last, it was the one with the most reviews (Besides "Jokes, Clichés, and Metaphors").
Kaimonetstaska: Yeah. Weird.
Kohari: After people told me to continue, it just...unfolded. Stuff I had never even thought of...Strange.
Kaimonetstaska: Well, let's get this show on the road, shall we?
Kohari: Duh.
-Chapter 11-
Kai could hear noises. He lay on what felt like a...couch or a carpet or something. He tried in vain to open his eyes. They were just too heavy. So he lay there, listening. The noises...they were voices. Accented. Where was he? And who were they?
"Yes...Yes, I've got him...Yeah, he's safe. Snug as a bug in a rug...Uh-huh...I think he's asleep right now." It was one man. But he couldn't possibly be talking to himself. He must be on the phone. But who was he talking to? Was he some kind of thug, come to kidnap him and take him back to his grandfather?
Kai gave another attempt to open his eyes, being careful to appear unconscious. Slowly, his eyelids lifted to a squint. This was good. This way, he could somewhat see, and the guy wouldn't know he was spying.
The man's back was to him, a cell phone clutched in his hand, antennae up. He moved around a little while talking. Kai tried to grasp more of the conversation.
"He's had a rough time, this one, the Hiwatari boy...Yeah, cuts and bruises everywhere...You reckon they tortured him?" Momentary silence. "Do that...I'll let you come take a look at him in a little while. Stay careful. Voltaire's got his boot-licking bribes crawling all over the place...Uh-huh...Okay, see you then."
Kai heard the small beep of the cell phone being turned off, and the mystery person started to approach him. Quickly, he shut his eyes. The guy shook him a little. "Hey, kid. Kid, wake up."
Kai attacked, though it hurt every inch of his body. Maybe that was why he was easily fended off.
"Hey, kid, easy. I'm on your side! Mr. Dickenson wants to see you." This calmed Kai down. "Yeah, Mr. D. He knew what was up, moment everyone found out you'd left."
"What are you talking about?" Kai demanded.
"Well, see..." His 'kidnapper' scratched his head nervously. "It's like this. Voltaire got something up his sleeve, and obviously he needs you to put his twisted plan into action. You with me?"
"Yeah..." Admittedly, Kai was a little skeptical.
"Don't believe me, do ya?" the man asked.
"Frankly, no."
"At least you're honest. Well, when we couldn't find you...I'm a member of the BBA secret team. Handle stuff like this. Hired by Mr. D himself...Anyway, we knew you were where you wasn't s'posed to be. Yeah. Search and rescue."
"I didn't need your help," Kai growled. "I escaped on my own and I had things under control. I was just about to report my grandfather, too, when you interfered. Why should I believe you?"
"And why should the cops believe you?" the addressed countered, surprising Kai. "You think your grandpa wouldn'ta thought of this? You think he wouldn't slip a few moneybags to the po-po (police) to keep him outta jail for the time? To tell the truth, they're expecting this. They didn't think it'd come to that, but they were prepared for it."
"How do you know this?"
"I'm a spy, kid. It's what I do. Alias' Tex, by the way." Tex extended his hand. Kai glared at it suspiciously, not taking it. "Okay..." He let his hand drop.
"What do you plan on doing?" Kai dared. At this point, the door flung open, and a few people rushed in. Familiar people. People like...
"Yo, Kai! You're alright!" Tyson exclaimed in his loud voice, trying to hug the captain, who brushed him off.
"Awesome. We were afraid you'd been kidnapped or something."
"He was, Max," Ray corrected.
"Hey, you think you guys could keep it down a little?" Tex requested. "Don't want Biovolt's moles ratting us out, do ya?"
"Sorry," the three friends apologized.
"It's good to see you safe, Kai," Kenny added.
"I quite agree. You had us all worried, there, Kai," Mr. D said. Kai remained silent the whole time, and it was silent for a while.
"Whelp, better get back to work, 'fore I'm missed," Tex announced, getting up off the couch (Kai had been laying on the couch, sat up, and then Tex sat down beside him. 'Kay?), and stretched. Everyone said their good-byes.
"Who was that guy?" Tyson inquired after Tex had left.
"Oh, just someone who's going to help us with...certain difficulties," Mr. Dickinson cleared up. "He's in the law enforcement, and can sniff up quite a bit of information. Very useful. And reliable."
"Oh." Everyone accepted this.
Later on, when everybody had gone to sleep, Kai stayed awake. He couldn't sleep. He was thinking about Tex. No, he wasn't gay and had a thing for him. It was just that...he had been a little...well, Kai didn't trust him. He got a weird feeling about that guy. Sure, he was friendly and all, but...something just didn't smell right.
He decided not to tell Mr. Dickenson. It wasn't like it was important, and surely the BBA chairman (right?) knew what he was doing.
Somehow, Kai wasn't so sure.
-End-
Kohari: CYL is of my make-up as far as I know. It stands for Catch Ya Later. I've been using it since middle school. So...it's MY trademark! Others can use it, but from now on, I'll leave "byes" to whoever I stole it from. (From "It" to "from" in the last sentence, was a joke) Well, ya'll know what to do now. So, let's get it done! Remember, if I don't get a happy number, someone's going to be sitting in suspense for the next...millennia.