"Kadaj," Amalia nudged him with her elbow, while holding on to the steering wheel. "Is there a reason they couldn't have handed you a drink?"
"They'd give me the ones on top," She listened to the ice shuffling around as Kadaj leaned into the backseat.
She watched the road, tempted to jerk the wheel and knock Kadaj over. But then they'd probably all die, as he would fall into her, so she resisted the urge. She pushed the buttons on the stereo, trying to get it to work, of course she failed. Kadaj shifted back into the driver's seat, opening the drink, not even bothering to take the wheel back.
"Uh," She stared at him.
"What?"
"The wheel?"
"Oh, you're fine."
She glared at him; he smirked, retaking control of the car. She flopped back into her seat, stretching. They had driven past many places, but none of them peaked an interest, so they kept going. They'd drive until night, if not sooner, and then pull into the nearest city and sleep. Kadaj usually fell asleep first, since Yazoo, Loz, and herself weren't driving. He didn't trust them to, it freaked him out. She just rolled her eyes and accepted it as his way of control.
"Hey, where's my drink?" Kadaj turned to her, she playfully smiled, and he sighed. "I want a cold one too!"
"Ask them."
"But I want one from youuuu!" She whined. "Kadajjjj."
He rolled his eyes, probably wondering how he ever got stuck with any of them, but he obliged. She grinned wickedly, he may be the one in charge, but he could still be beaten down once in awhile. Or very least, be annoyed into it. She took over the wheel as he yet again dug through the cooler.
"Kadajjj," Yazoo and Loz mocked, she could hear him smack them.
"Shut up," He warned them.
She laughed. Her eyes glanced to Kadaj's precariously perched drink, reaching for it before it could dump over. Kadaj shifted she glanced back to see him looking at her.
"What are you doing?"
"Saving your drink."
He went back to the cooler; he must have been shoving others down under the ice, and surely it didn't take that long for one drink. She turned back to the road and gasped. There was a person. In the middle of the interstate, they didn't seem too concerned with that, as they glared directly at their car. Her hands jerked the wheel, and they all shifted violently, she could hear the brother's swearing. They inched closer to the person randomly placed in the road, she was sure they were going to hit them, however they held up a hand and the car flipped over their head.
More cursing, they smashed to the ground, upside down and disorientated. Amazingly, they were fine, maybe a cut or two, but they weren't dead. They wiggled out of the now useless car, and turned to face the new adversary. The trio seemed more tense than usual upon seeing the person.
The red hair was violent and shocking, as were the clothing, also red. He held a book in his hand, casually reading it, mumbling unheard things. She glared at him, he almost killed them, and now he sat there and read? Now that she thought about it all, he had appeared out of nowhere. The book snapped shut and he glared up, directly to Kadaj.
"I gave you the Gift, and you in turn run from it?"
"Not much of a gift," Kadaj glared back.
"You know what the Goddess wants, why do you ignore it?"
Kadaj remained silent, the red head waited. Upon deciding that Kadaj had nothing to say, he continued on.
"And who is this? I don't remember her," Kadaj was immediately in front of her, she stared at his back, confused.
"Kadaj?" She muttered to him, he just shook his head.
"Oh fine," The red head again. "Don't tell me, not important, but have you told her?"
"Told me what?" She asked, Kadaj again shook his head.
"Go on, tell her, tell her who you'll be. Who you are."
"She knows who I am."
"I doubt that."
Kadaj tensed more, if at all possible. It was infuriating being left in the dark, even more so when her life was endangered in the process. She touched her hand to his back, silently willing him to relax; it seemed to work a little.
"Oh, well, she'll find out. Until next time, friend," The brother's seemed to simultaneously relax, she glanced around at them.
Kadaj moved forward, he was definitely angry over the whole thing. She sat their patiently with Yazoo and Loz as Kadaj thought. They were waiting for him to tell them what to do; she was waiting for him to say something. Not to explain, because she knew he wouldn't, but just to say something. Eventually the silence became too much to bare.
"Look," She said, motioning to the destroyed car. "I don't know what's going on, but we need a ride."
Kadaj nodded in agreement, and walked back over to the car, kneeling down to retrieve something. When he stood back up she saw he had grabbed his drink. She rolled her eyes.