I haven't continued this story in… what, months? So I assume that those who have been reading it must be upset. I would be too. So feel free to send me flames if you want—not like I like it or anything, who would?—and fair comments would be well appreciated.
I forgot the chapter.
Kidd pointed both pistols forward. The country breeze was soothing, weaving through the soft green grass, playing with the leaves of the trees, stealing several, and picking up occasional dirt from the dry ground. Patricia interrupted him again.
"Why do you use two pistols?"
He twitched, closing his eyes and counting mentally.
"Patty," Liz hissed at her, seated beside her sister on the rock. The shorter blonde apparently did not hear her.
"Why not just one?"
She asked again. Kidd gaze her a sideways glance.
"Why do they look identical?"
"Symmetry, Patricia," he said in a dark voice. Liz's eyes widened at his tone.
Patty stood up and tilted her head at him, glaring him down. "I can do a scary face too," she teased, and Kidd testily fingered his gun.
"Patty!" Liz yanked her sister down and Kidd sighed, continuing the lesson.
"Never not see your opponent," he began, immediately puzzling the sisters, "keep your eyes on him, gun at the ready as if you want to shoot him before he talks. In your case, I'm sure that goes without saying."
Elizabeth blinked skeptically at him and Patty stuck out her tongue. Kidd fired, and the can twenty odd yards away flipped in the air with a loud crack. It fell to the ground silently, almost smoking. Kidd shot it again with the other gun.
"Did you have to shoot it twice?" Elizabeth asked in exasperation.
"Simply proving my point, Elizabeth," he retorted, shoving his pistols into their sheaths. He eyes her as she stood.
"I don't think so. I think you have obsessive compulsive disorder."
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"I get it: even! Everything has to be even with you!" she pointed dramatically at his nose, and soon Patty appeared beside her doing the exact same thing. He swatted both their hands away.
"Symmetrical," he corrected. "Evenness is but a trait in symmetry."
He glanced at them again, the sisters standing side by side. He visibly paled.
"Kidd?" Liz questioned, walking towards him, "Are you alright?"
"Asymmetry," he hissed and pointed at them with the pistols. They flinched back.
"Liz, grow your breasts immediately. Patty, grow your hair longer and become taller. Liz, wear puffy pants. These changes are essential for my tutoring."
Elizabeth swatted his guns to the ground then kicked him in the shin with amazing fury. He fell to the ground and the sisters continued to kick him.
"How dare you point at us with pistols?! You could have shot us!" Elizabeth screamed, ramming the heel of her boot in his shoulder. "And what do you mean I have to 'grow breasts'? Do you think I can do that on will?!"
"And your teaching is awful, too!" Patty laughed, kicking him in the gut.
"At least their rage is at an equilibrium," Kidd muttered, turning his back to their blows.
Night fell quickly and the triad made camp. Patty fell asleep in a gluttonous position, saliva leaking from her mouth along her cheek. Elizabeth gently wiped it away with the edge of the blanket. Kidd sat by the fire, looking carefully over the landscape. He ensured the trail they took covered their tracks, and that they had rode for a good four days without pausing for very long, but he still had the sensation of being followed…
"You look worried," Liz commented while scraping the food from the base of the pan. Her blue eyes flickered up to his gold ones, enhanced by the firelight. He looked away.
"We could being stalked as we speak," he admitted. "I can't help but feel restless. Not to mention the sore you and your sister gaze me won't allow me to sleep in a very comfortable position." He glared at her on his last sentence and with a weak smile she twitched before laughing.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked, startled by her sudden outburst.
"I think you're finally warming up to Patty and me," she responded, grinning at him. He turned away quickly. "Ridiculous." He growled.
"What a quick answer," she muttered playfully.
"People get used to others all the time," Kidd commented, rubbing his face roughly.
"That's not quite what I meant," Liz said. "Today, you called us by our nicknames, not our full names."
Kidd stared at her bug-eyed, unsure as to how to answer. Luckily he didn't have to as she finished her meal and withdrew beside her sister in sound sleep. Kidd scanned the landscape again, finding it unbearable, the feeling of being watched and followed. He shuddered, huddling up in his sheet.
Several miles away, four horses rode up to the recently used shack. The horses flipped their manes as their riders fell to the ground. One sustained an unhealthy slouch.
"Dang, you can see this place was used less than a week ago," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "That's pretty uncool of them."
"It looks like there was a fight here," a soft female's voice said, eying the broken twigs and scattered hoof prints muddled into one another. "Or perhaps an ambush," she corrected.
"What are we waiting for, then?" the third character spoke up from atop his horse. He was muscular, tall and lean, beady turquoise eyes looking over the other three of them. "We'll never catch up to those muggers if we just stand around here and chat!"
He urged his horse to ride on, but the second female grabbed his collar and threw him into the ground, her large round eyes never leaving the door of the cabin. "Don't be so reckless, Blackstar," she scolded. "We'll miss them entirely if we don't thoroughly investigate this boatload of clues we have here. Tsubaki," she tuned to the long haired pretty ranger who turned to her instantly.
"Yes, Miss Albarn?"
"Take this," and she distastefully held up the half conscious Blackstar. Awkwardly, she held him as Albarn and Evans walked inside the shack.
"It's darker than night in here," Soul complained.
"Obviously," Maka's voice came from further in the room, "it's night time."
"You know what I mean," he growled, throwing her a glare in the dark and probing the wall with a switch. When he found it, the room was light dimly, and it showed a harassed room used as kitchen, washroom and bedroom, and scattered usable items about on the floor. Soul picked up a full, unopened can.
"Who would leave behind a whole can of corned beef?" he asked rhetorically, glancing over at his partner. She remained silent and eerily still.
"Oi, Maka, you okay?"
"Peachy," she said turning on her heel. "And I know exactly where we're going."
Soul smiled and scoffed. "I'd find that ability of your creepy if I didn't know you already."
She gave him a half smile, then signaled for them to ride off. And they did, directly down Kidd, Patty and Elizabeth's trail.
Okay, this chapter is done, if you think it was good, nod. If you think it wasn't, shake our head. Hey… hey! Don't all of you shake your heads at me! (meanies…)