I AM NOT DEAD! I ain't gonna bullshit you guys with a pity story because the fact of the matter is I just wasn't writing so sorry for the lack of updates imma try and make them closer together as making them consistent would be like asking me to take it from behind with no lube...
So anyway... yeah.
Chapter 9: Orange in Black Clothing
All was dark in the room. It was as if the suns of Lylat had gone out. This did not last long however as soon there was a single ray slashing through the slightly parted curtains of the room revealing a pile of blue fur. There was a grumble as the ray struck the pile of fur and it shifted to reveal a tank top and sport shorts attached to the fur. Krystal rolled again landing on her back and throwing her arms and legs out to stretch them making audible pops and clicks as they returned to place. She moaned softly and brought her paws to her eyes rubbing the sleep from them; boy did her head hurt though, she growled halfheartedly and clutched the bridge of her mussel in pain. She didn't think she had that much to drink last night though; her regretful thoughts were stopped though as a crisp knock rang though the room, it sounded way too loud. She rolled up and onto her feet and padded over to the door, her blaster in hand. She placed it behind her back and looked through the peep hole. On the other side, to her surprise was the black fox from her mission; he held her favorite flowers, some orange color ones from Sauria, and was rubbing the back of his neck. She quickly ran back to her bed as quietly as possible and stashed all the items from her case and tossed them under the bed before quickly walking back to the door and smirking to herself; time to have some fun.
~-Earlier-~
Fox rubbed his tired eyes as he trudged from his bedroom to the kitchen. He had forgotten the long nights of collage and their hours of writing papers and gallons of coffee. He shook his head and grabbed a mug before filling it with the black ichor of the gods and knocking it back swallowing the whole mug full in one gulp. Ahh, that felt better; he then quickly shook his coat feeling the sleep leave him and full consciousness fill his body. Today was going to be a big day, first he would go to his bed of flowers out back and cut a few for the love of his current and former life and then… get to re-know her. The idea was silly because he had memorized every fact she had given him about herself and then found more on his own time through observance.
He cursed himself, though, about what he knew was a stupid idea. He had fake died for a reason; to restart, to try again, but he guessed the universe (a.k.a. me) had other plans and he would be pushed toward her against both their wills. So he would go willingly, risk everything, just to see her smile forever. He parked at her hotel, got out and went to the door with the orange flowers in his hands. Once he reached the door he rapped three times and stepped back allowing for her to see him through the peep. He was surprised though as her heard angry stomps toward the door and even more so when he found himself staring down the barrel of a blue blaster pistol emblazoned with the Star Fox logo. Instinct and training kicked in though and soon both found themselves on the ground kicking and hitting as if their lives depended on it.
Soon the skirmish came to an end when Fox came out on top. Their breathing was heavy as they sat there, gun between them, and stare at their attacker. Soon the hall is filled with laughter as the two former mercenaries realized what had happened. Soon both were on their feet and back into the hotel room, the gun returned to the bed side table, and the vulpines set on the bed.
"What," he kept laughing. "What was that,"
"I," Krystal giggled. "I don't know," They settled into comfortable there was another knock on the door. They both froze before looking at each other and nodded. Fox moved up to the door and Krystal stacked behind him her pistol pointed up and her left hand on the shoulder of Fox. She tapped his shoulder and Fox yanked the door open charging the person outside as Krystal swung out and surveyed the hall. "Clear," she stated. Lowering her pistol and looking at the figure who Fox had pinned against the wall.
"Friend of yours," he asks as he presses slightly harder on the now obvious figure of a blue avian.
"You would be correct," said Krystal gently pulling fox away. "Falco," she said gesturing to the bird. "John, John, Falco," there was a second more pause as the two men stared each other down. That being said, Falco, being taller, had a slight advantage but, backed off when he saw the hunched shoulders and his twitching hand that indicated he may or may not have a gun. This deterred the bird slightly as he did not want to be shot this day.
"We've met," said Falco disregarding the fox and turning to face Krystal. "Anyway I came to talk about your ahem… Re-enlistment to the team," there was a pregnant pause. "Alone," he stated, glancing at the black fox who stood between Falco and the room door; Krystal began to protest but Fox stopped her.
"It's ok Krystal," he said digging in his jacket pocket and pulling out an envelope. "I merely came, to invite you to the band's winter concert," Krystal giggled and took the envelope before grabbing the dark colored fox in a tight hug.
"I would be glad to," she whispered in his ear before taking his lips and shoving him off in the direction of the entrance. As Fox walked off Krystal motioned the bird into her room. "So," she said closing the door behind herself. "you wanted to talk," she came and sat at the small table next to the Kitchen.
"Yeah," said Falco leaning against the wall and looking out the window as John Stafford walked to his motor cycle. "just wanted to ask if your relationship with your target is affecting your ability to preform," there was a clatter as Krystal stood from her chair, knocking it to the ground.
"Do you not see my plan," she questioned, walking forward to nose against the bird's beak.
"All I see, Blue," he said pushing her away by her nose. "Is a love sick vixen getting over a long over due heart break,"
"pff," she said crossing her arms. "and all I see is a bird who is overly infatuated with the color pink," Falco stiffened at the mention.
"Well," he said stiffly making his way to the door. "If you must know, the Katt and I are seeing each other with the intention to be more than friends with benefits," Krystal laughed and lay back on the bed.
"Well whatever happens with John I plan to savor the feeling…"
