Tata. I know I haven't posted in an awfully long time, but I couldn't think of a continuation and I also have a hundred and one other things to work on. Ahh, the woes of a Rafflesian Gal.
Okay, here goes...
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It had been a while since that sick near-death thing that poor Kanda had to go through thanks to Cross. Meanwhile life had gone on... and there weren't many other interesting tales to recall.
So it was during their stay in Singapore where a loanshark spouting the worst English mixed with some strange dialect sprang into their room in Geylang (red-light district) wielding a parang (a particularly nasty knife). Kanda grabbed Mugen and Allen had looked awfully shocked as he stumbled out of the bathroom. Unfortunately, Allen's zip got caught or something and the bathroom door slammed into Kanda's head. It wasn't hard enough to knock the guy out, but it was hard enough to stun him and send Mugen into the wall, with half the blade sticking into the next room.
Meanwhile, Cross, who was ahemahem cough coughing with a lady in that room, glanced above his head at a sleek metal piece that suddenly appeared through the wall, shaving off 5 strands of red hair. He shrugged and continued. Cough.
"Kanda! I'm so sorry!" Allen had barely enough time to gasp as the parang came down.
"Where that redhead bas--?! He owe my boss a lot a lot money leh!" Allen leapt quickly over the bed as the parang slashed through sheets and walls.
Finally, Allen jumped up on what remained of the bed and yelled, "How about we play a game of poker? If you win, you can sell me and that young pretty girl there, but if I win you leave us alone. Fair?"
The gangster seemed to be satisfied. He doubted that the shrimp even knew how play the game anyway. He sat down on the floor. As he reached for the cards, Allen held them back. "How can I trust you will keep to the deal?" The gangster snorted and spat next to Allen. He shuddered. "Fair enough."
So they played. Kanda had more or less regained his senses and had stumbled across to kill the Mohawk Ahbeng, but as he glanced at Allen's cards, he knew that Allen had everything under control. Kanda did not know much about this gambling of the westerners, but he did know that having 3 aces wasn't something that happened often. Much as Kanda hated the moyashi with a too-nice-heart, he had confidence that he wouldn't need to re-clean Mugen that night. Even so, he stay in the shadows, ready to kill if necessary.
Suddenly, the gangster swore. Kanda looked up to see Allen grinning literally ear to ear. "You have to keep to your promise!" Allen almost sang out. The foul-mouthed adult swore violently, but left the room, never to return.
"How did you win?!" asked Kanda, more amazed than he appeared to be. Allen smiled angelically. "When you need a way to earn cash, you learn quickly."
Kanda grunted. "Che. You little cheater."
When Cross stumbled into the room later, he barely noticed the torn sheets. "It's time to go, people. The loansharks are here."
Uncannily, Kanda and Allen muttered "tell me about it" simultaneously.
--Sorry for the short chapter. Its a lot less than the 1000+ word count I usually chock up. The next one will come soon, because THANK GOODNESS FOR YOUTH DAY!!
Oh man I HATE being sick.
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