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Chapter 19 - Magic Bricks
"Ow,"
Raven awoke bit by bit. Her eyes slowly opened as she did her best to stretch in the leather sofa she slept on last night. She felt the dampness of the folded pillow under her head and remembered crying herself to sleep after her 4 in the morning bout with Gar. She haphazardly threw throw off her body and propped herself up on her elbows, peeking over the back of the sofa. There was Gar attempting to cook eggs without a shirt on.
"Ow, motherfuck-, ow!" Unfortunately, he hadn't learned that frying things without a shirt on is a bad thing because when hot oil splatters, it stings. A particularly large splatter hit him on the chest and Raven watched as he clutched it with his hand. Gar tried to set the spatula down but hit his hand on the hot stove instead; he hopped around the kitchenette sucking in air through his teeth and swearing, nearly causing Raven to laugh. That is until she remembered she was mad at him.
She got up and walked around behind him, grabbing the spatula out of his hand, "Let me help you there stud. Try to remember to wear a shirt next time you try frying." She shoved him out of the way and transferred the eggs onto a plate. She also noticed there was already toast and two glasses of orange juice prepared on a tray. I didn't even know I had those trays.
Gar sucked on the base of his thumb where he had hit the stove, "I was, uh, trying to make breakfast." His eyes were cast down and he looked absolutely adorable. His hair was especially messy and he wore blue red plaid pyjama bottoms with out any socks.
Raven sighed and faced him, "Let me see that," she indicated to his burnt hand. He reluctantly reached out his hand and Raven looked at it, there was a small circular bubble where it had burnt. Raven grabbed a paper towel and dampened it, wrapping it around his hand, "You know for an international thief you're pretty dumb around a stove. You shouldn't even be up."
She let go of his hand and he slowly made his way over to the dining table sitting down, "I, uh, wanted to do something in return. You know, for letting me... I mean for, watching over… for helping me out last night. I know I don't really deserve it."
Raven set the plate of eggs and toast down in front of him along with his glass of orange juice, "You're right you don't." She went back to the kitchen and put a kettle on the stove. There was an awkward silence, Gar sat quietly eating and Raven stood leaning against the counter waiting for her water to boil, tea and mug all ready.
"I promised Victor I'd watch you," she watched her feet and drew circle on the cold tile with her toe, "so you're welcome to stay. But the minu-" She was caught off guard when she looked up to see him in front of her just a foot away. He watched her, eyes intent.
"Yeah, I know. The minute I'm better I'm gone," he took a step, closing the gap. He gently took her cheek in his good hand and brought his face within an inch of hers, "I'm better."
He kissed her. She could very well have done something, slipped away, pushed him, anything. But she didn't despite herself. In her mind all their previous encounters, including the ones with him as the elusive thief played over and over again. He had mesmerised her both in person and as Kinyago, and now wasn't any different. She found herself tilting her head up to the kiss, slowly bringing her arms up to around his neck and her fingers tangling themselves in his messy brown hair. His hands wandered down the length of her silk night gown and resting at her hips. He wasn't forceful, but gentle and persuasive.
He slowly pulled away, keeping their faces close, "Do you still want me to go?" He spoke the words in a whisper, his breath playing on the skin of her lips. Raven gulped and looked into his eyes; they wanted to make her cry. What the hell is wrong with me? This would be the 2nd time I'm crying today. Snap out of it, he lied to. He's sorry now, but later.. Thoughts of doubt rolled around her brain. Her heart wanted her to trust him, but her mind was slowly building a wall. They stood there for what seemed like hours.
She nodded, "Yes."
Victor watched on as Mikron signed the papers confirming the security of the new safety measures the ROM has taken to secure the rest of the Cleopatra exhibit.
"Well, lady and germ, that'll be that. The paper are signed and you have to do is fax it to Mad Moddy back in England. Then you should be expecting yer exhibit in a couple of weeks. Given that the Logan fellow flies with it," Mikron turn to both of them and tipped his hat to Jinx, "And you fair lady, if y'ever decide to visit the Tartans then feel free to drop me a line." He looked Victor up and down and simply grabbed his jacket, swinging around himself to get it on.
"I'm very sorry to leave you like this but, I have more important places I must get a goin' to." He directed the last part to Victor, rubbing it in his face that he was more successful. With that he disappeared through Jinx doors, Victor sighed with relief and grabbed Jinx around the waist quickly spinning her around.
Thank God he's gone. I had half a mind to squish that little bug." Jinx laughed and put a finger to his lips before he leaned in to kiss her, "Hey, what's the deal?"
"I have work to do, Stone, relax," she pulled away from the dumfounded Victor, "Besides, work hard… play harder." She gave him a wink and walked out the door.
Karen read the paper with one hand and tapped annoyingly on the small coffee table of the van with the other. Roy was leaned back against the wall trying to sleep when he snapped and grabbed her hand mid tap.
"Would you stop that?"
"I can't help it. He got shot Roy, fucking shot. This bastard ain't afraid to kill nobody. I just hope he still thinks 'Kinyago' is still dead. But fuck, he might go after Raven next. She can't be left alone." Roy sighed and pulled out his cellphone, "What are you doing?"
"Telling Gar and Raven to stick together, at least there'll be two of them."
Karen rolled her eyes, "O yeah, a wounded guy can really protect her."
He shrugged, "hey, never underestimate a guy in love." Karen laughed and leaned in.
"You noticed too huh?"
"Noticed? You'd have to be retarded not to. Jesus, why else would he show up at her house of all places. Climbing three floors might not exactly be easy when you've got a bullet wound and just walked, no staggered, five blocks. I mean I know he's like one of the most infamous thieves but come on." Karen laughed again.
"But, I wonder how she's taking it."
"I don't know, she's probably killing him. But those late night visit shoul-" Karen cut him off.
"Late night visits? What late night visits?"
Roy gulped, "Uhh, you didn't know he's been visiting her as Kinyago?"
"No, o shit. What if he was followed? They could know where she is."
"Yeah, but this is 'Kinyago' we're talking about, not some dime store pick-pocket. He's eluded us forever for a reason. Hell, the only reason you caught him is becau-"
"Hey, hey. That was a valid catch okay? I meant to do that. We don't need to bring that up again," she crossed her arms and leaned back, "you're right. But then again, we are dealing with Red X. He's not exactly the friendliest thief in town."
Red X, he had quite a reputation. Infamous much like Kinyago but not nearly as noble. He killed whoever got in his way, leaving behind his trademark red x-shaped throwing star where ever he stole. And what ever he took was never found again. Many suspected he worked only for private collectors that paid under the table. Red X was far more dangerous than Kinyago, and INTERPOL would much rather put Red X away and have Kinyago run around playing his pranks rather than have another dead body on their hands. Last night, X's death count almost made 23. Almost.
"We'll get that bastard; the "Magic Bricks of Cleopatra" are far too great a prize for him to pass up."
A/N: This was random and premature. For the CyxJinx fans, there's nothing wrong with their relationship, I just got bored of writing sappy stuff for now. I'll explain what "Magic Bricks" are later on.