Dum-dee-dum ... Yes ... I really liked this chapter! XD I was mean to Toriko! At first, I really like Niko, but Toriko is quickly becoming my favorite Lost Boy! Hope you like this chapter, I enjoyed writing it! He's your first peek into the next story arc. That's what you call it, ya? XD Please ignore the crappy chapter title. I could not think of a better one, I like to try and hint at things in the chapter titles ... I didn't know what hint at! XD
Disclaimer: Ya think I should put one in the summary or something? I'm tired of writing this thing! I don't own anything that is not Melody/ Kino, Toriko, Mota, Luep and Niko.
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The sun shone in through the window, waking me from my slumber. My eyes fluttered open, instantly rocketing down to the boy lying in my lap. A small smile played on my lips, he looked so peaceful. I slowly slipped from underneath him, crawling into my bed before Toriko could come in. And not a moment to soon, either, for as soon as I had crawled into my bed, Toriko had come in with a bucket of water, dumping it onto my head.
"Toriko!" I hissed, trying my hardest not to wake Peter.
Toriko snickered, waving his hand over his shoulder, "Lesson-time, Kino." he sang, immensely pleased with himself.
I grit my teeth, snatching up my short sword as I had done the day before, and following him up to our usual training spot. I tried to wring the water out of my hair, but it was too short for that. I softly touched my hair, instantly missing the length again. But, I liked it now, it was so much more low-maintenance. I shot a glance at Toriko, who was giggling after seeing me fiddle with my hair.
I stood up to my full height, it was a measly two inches above him, but it did make me feel a little more superior. I held my sword out, pointing it towards him, giving a quick bow.
He did the same, the ever-present smirk plastered on his face.
Tinker Bell, in her place as referee, waved her hand, tinkling a 'Begin.'
Toriko wasted no time, lunging at me, heaving a might swipe of his sword.
I jumped to the side, narrowly missing his sword. I was able to catch him off guard, taking full advantage as I swung my sword at him.
Toriko yelped, dropping to the floor and rolling under my legs. I gasped, my mind desperately trying to keep up with Toriko's movements. Toriko's arms snaked out from behind me, hooking around my arms and gripping my shoulders.
"Gotcha." he sang.
In one swift movement I lunged forward, sending Toriko flying over my head. He crashed into a tree, bottom over head in a very humorous position. I quickly tucked my short sword into its sheath, which was slung around my hips, and ran over to him. I grabbed him by his ankles and lifted him up. He was quite the heavy boy, for I was only able to lift him a few inches off of the ground. I quickly threw him up, earning a terrified scream as I grasped his shins. I had thrown him up fro two reasons: 1.) To get a better grip on him and 2.) I secretly wanted him to wet his pants. Putting all my weight into one motion, I was barely able to throw him over my shoulder. His weight greatly affecting my sense of balance, weighing down my right side. I had often played this game while wrestling with a boy a while back, when we were very young, but of course, he weighed much less. Who was it?
I was snapped out of my thoughts by the banging of Toriko's fists against my shoulder and the scream he was emitting. This sudden rapid motion caused me to completely lose my balance, resulting in me toppling over, Toriko and all. The end result was me whining about hitting my head on the ground and Toriko turning as red as a tomato. The way we had fallen was very humorous indeed. It was funny to me, at least. Toriko had fallen on top of me, falling face first into a ... erm ... forbidden chest area. I am a bit under developed, but Toriko screamed once again upon realization of were he had just involuntarily ventured. I had felt a bit violated, but the fact that he was younger and was totally freaking out softened the blow. I heard the tinkling of laughter behind me. I turned my head to see Tinker Bell rolling around on the stump she had been sitting on, clutching her stomach as she laughed. I grinned, casting a glance at Toriko, who at the moment was sitting as far away from me as possible, his face red.
"That's enough for today." he squeaked.
I covered my mouth to stifle a giggle. Ah, the power, I must not abuse it. That's what he gets for that bucket of water over my head.
"Y-You won't ... tell anybody about this ... right?" he mumbled, avoiding eye-contact, his face turning a new shade of red.
When she heard this, Tinker Bell began to laugh even harder.
"Can it, Tink!" Toriko barked, a deeper red overtook his handsome little face.
I grinned, "Tell you what, you make breakfast today," I stopped, revising my statement, "No, if you make breakfast and lunch today, I'll forget this little incident ever happened. In fact, I'll tell them you won."
"I think I won regardless." he grumbled.
"Oh, I doubt that." I giggled.
"Whatever." he mumbled, rising to his feet and disappearing into our hideout.
Tinker Bell gave me a nod of approval before disappearing after him.
I smiled, quite pleased with myself. Not for what I did to Toriko, of course. That was quite nasty. I was proud because I felt that Tinker Bell liked me far more than she liked Wendy. Well, that and the fact that for a moment I was able to wipe that smug smirk off of that brat's face. I rose to my feet, stretching my arms above my head. We had finished our training session fairly early today.
I looked out into the forest, witnessing the prettiest butterfly I had ever seen fly right passed me and in the opposite direction of our hideout. I patted my short sword at my side. Surely the boys wouldn't mind if I went out on a little exploration of my own. I decided to follow my childish instincts and follow the butterfly through the forest, every once in a while slashing at a tree truck to leave a trail for me to follow later on. I had followed the butterfly for what felt like decades, entranced by the vibrant colors of red and gold. Then, the butterfly abruptly stopped, falling to the ground with a 'flif.' I panicked, dropping to the floor in front of the delicate little creature. I lowered my face to the small thing, closely examining the intricate patterns on its vibrant red wings. I lightly poked the insect with my little finger.
Nothing.
I stared at it for the longest time, baffled as to what could have caused it to stop so abruptly. I softly turned it over with my finger, trying to be as gentle as possible. I stared long and hard at the insect. Its legs weren't all curled up, so I could venture a guess that it wasn't dead. I turned it over again, studying the patterns on its wings.
They were the strangest I had ever seen. The bottom two of the four wings held pale blue markings, a flash of red running though the blue orbs. The markings of the two larger wings were even more peculiar. I carefully traced the golden pattern with my finger.
A spiral? No.
A hook.
Then, I heard it. It was no louder than a twig falling to the ground, but it rang clearly in my ears. Such a strange sound it was, it sounded like a boot hitting the ground, followed by a stiff sound, like that of a stick. I scooped the butterfly up in my hands, holding it up to my chest as the sound grew louder with each passing second.
Doof. Clack. Doof. Clack.
The butterfly twitched in my hands, causing my head to whip downward. I peered at the small creature. It twittered for a moment, then ceased. My shoulders sagged, poor thing.
DOOF. CLACK.
It was even louder. I tried to ignore it, dismissing it as Toriko trying to get me back. That is, until I saw the shadow forming over me. It was far to big to be Toriko's five feet and two inches, even too big to be Peter's roughly 5 foot seven. I slowly looked up, my grey eyes meeting with those of ice blue. I froze, completely hypnotized by those eyes. They held such a strange feeling behind them, like the calm before the storm, like a back-draft waiting to happen, like ... like staring death straight in the eye.
"Well, what do we have here?" he grinned maliciously.
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DUN DUN DUN! Another cliff-hanger! I'm a meanie, ne? XD I have the next chapter written up already, a little tweaking is needed, but that's all. You'll get it soon if you review!