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Bryan: Klepto...

Me: -glares- Then I would make Bryan fall madly in love with Hilary! Lol!

Bryan: 0.0

Me: Yeah thats right, now you just sit over there and shut up! Anyway...I don't.

"Whoa and he is outta there!" the voice rebounded off the walls sending the crowd into a wild round of hysterics.

"And that means there is only one match left in this set of three. So far we have seen Spencer duke it out with Riley, Bryan beat it out of Bridge, and next we anxiously await for the mysterious beauty, with just as much bite to her bark, Kami Kotai to end it all with Thomas!" Brad Best added in the commentary as he sat speaking with his co-host and best friend A.J. Topper.

"And if it is anything like her last encounter with this team, fighting her twin none-the-less, then we should have one heck of a fight to look forward to!" A.J. ended his reminiscing cut short as D.J. Jazzman began his unique introductions.

"That's right guys! Now is the start of the final battle between the ever serious Blitzkrieg Boys, excusing the lady, and the daring newcomers who have come to call themselves, The Strikers!"

Screaming themselves hoarse the crowds answered him, their enthusiasm only matched by their growing anticipation. Standing on tip-toes they waited for their favorite host to continue on, marking the beginning of the battle.

"Coming from the rising team is a man ready for a fight, Thomas!"

"If becoming a man was judged by the power you have then Thomas would have grown up twice around!" A.J. started.

"That's right A.J., with his incredible dog-like bit beast Stealth by his side he is a force worth reckoning with!"

"Yeah but who would want to?" the latter asked, his question sparking an answer from the crowd.

"Who? None other than the power house of a panther, black rose of a thorn bush, and fan favorite, Kami Kotai!" D.J. ended the children and adults alike enjoying the suspense the commentators were pushing them through.

"And what a list of victims she has racked up over the years…"

As the men rambled on about stats and achievements a pair of violet eyes studied the male on the bench across from her. He was about 5'9" though it was a rough estimate while he was sitting, dark red hair that seemed to shoot in hundreds of different directions as if the teen had just sat up from a winter long nap. His eyes were a jade green their beauty catching her eye almost instantly.

The boy looked up from where he was chattering away with her brother and smiled, the look struck a nerve as if he could see right through her carefully placed façade. He winked and waved as if trying to coax an unusual reaction out of the stoic teen. A bit taken back the girl managed to hide it and turned away already growing tired of his foolish games.

Hearing a grunt she turned to see Tala watching her, his icy eyes ever calculating. "Problem?" he inquired his tone arrogant and cold, the way he always sounded when in the public ear.

"None worth sharing." She replied in an acidic voice. Letting her gaze wander she caught sight of her ever cheerful brother, who seemed to be giving her the same look she had been just eyeing Thomas with. Snorting in annoyance she moved to shift her view but found that he smiled brightly and waved with so much enthusiasm she was surprised his hand didn't flap itself right off.

At seeing her obvious distaste Micah focused in on the fact that she was trying to ignore him. Narrowing his eyes dangerously he stood, "HEY KAMI? KAMI CAN YOU HERE ME?" he shouted cupping pale hands around his mouth to amplify the noise.

The room seemed to still momentarily and the girl turned to him with wide eyes, not having much experience with such a time. Looking around with a disturbed tint she found that it wasn't in her mind the moment had stopped. People in the large auditorium were watching the set with a mix between puzzlement and amusement.

Sending the other a dangerous look she shook her head in irritation and then tried her best to block out the feeling of eyes watching her movements, considering there were hundreds.

Taking her simple gesture for that of a "no" Micah tried again, "YOU CAN'T?"

"Micah." She hissed her voice soft and chilling.

With an amazing show of his acute hearing the teen grinned, many of the girls in the crowd swooning at just the sight. "OH SO YOU CAN HERE ME?"

Snarling at the elder she turned to face him fully her eyes hard, her expression cold. It was a cruel way to treat ones brother but when one has a brother that is an evident moron it only seems fitting. Turning away she ignored his victorious smile and the sound of laughter as everybody found him brilliantly cute. Closing her pale eyes she concentrated on the battle that was close at hand, knowing only a few more words from Jazzman stood between her and victory. It seemed to her there wasn't a way she could loose.

Minutes crept by and the teen finally heard the call of the crowd, signaling the beginning of a fight. Standing on numb limbs she moved towards the battle arena with a practiced grace, the years of doing this seeming to flash by. Hearing words floating she flipped her gaze forward to see Thomas and Micah exchanging words. Knowing it would be an easy movement of her head to check on what it was they were speaking of she mentally scolded herself for even thinking of dropping to such a low level.

Taking up her place at a side of the large dish she faced towards the side, per usual and awaited for her opponent to join her. Not but seconds later the other arrived and called out to her in a comfortable tone, as if they were old friends.

"Hey panther! Are you ready to fight?" he began, shouting to her.

"That depends are you ready to join your pathetic teen on the losing bench. Because I'll be all too happy to help you along." she shot back her voice faking serene yet holding the edge of a double blade. Her eyes roamed over him skeptically, scanning for weaknesses and strengths, anything of a hint to help her. Finding he, like herself, had hidden any possible flaws she turned away from the smile he graced her with.

The crowd, not being able to contain themselves, started the countdown with haste. "3...2...1...LET IT RIP!"

"Get 'er Stealth!" Thomas commanded his eyes darkening over with an unavoidable and yet unreadable expression forcing the girl to move back further to evaluate the situation.

"...Macoah, let us end this." her steady tone began to diminish the males' hopes of catching her off guard and he instead charged for attack. Keeping her eyes closed she concentrated all her power, all her energy on her match, knowing it was absolutely vital for her to come out the undisputed victor of the battle. It was the outcome they had already predicted, the outcome they were expecting. As her stance was facing not to her opponent but to the left of the dish she found that he, like many others she had encountered, found it as an insult.

His first instinct was to try and pry her away from her thoughts and taunt her into the battle. "Why don't you face me? Are you afraid of a little competition?" he challenged his bright eyes sparkling with growing amusement.

"No. Though a challenge would be quite a nice surprise." she retorted her violet pools ever hidden behind the pale color of thin lids.

Much to Thomas' displeasure his words seemed to take no effect, on the opposing side they only earned him a shot to the ego and an even more determined rival. As the battle began to heat the male found that the girl could not only predict his movements but also counter attack him. Needless to say after fifteen minutes in he was wiped and she looked hardly less than perfect. 'How is this happening? I was so ready! This should have ended long ago; the odds should have been in my favor! She can't be better than I am, she just can't!'

"And why is that? Is it because I am a girl? Or is it because you just can't stand the thought of being humiliated in your inevitable loss?" The stoic teen questioned catching the latter in a desperate moment of panic.

"How'd you-?"

"It isn't hard to read you. I can tell by your body language. Just like an open book. You are much too predictable and that will be your downfall. For as long as you continue this way, you have no chance." she relayed sounding similar to that of an instructor when teaching a valuable life lesson.

However the young man -not one to be beaten- took it differently. "Oh so you think you are better than me do you!" he seethed his eyes loosing any sense of humor. "I'll show you!" Turning his gaze from that of the frail form to the spinning blade he began shooting out rough orders, "STEALTH! GO! TAKE HER OUT!"

In an amazing show of speed the creature started at this very task, but now how the panther had expected. The finely crafted blade leapt from the ground, but instead of dive-bombing back, like what she had prepared for, it carried on to head straight for the Russian herself.

Blue eyes surveyed the beginning of the scene and followed it till the end, every second seeming to take toll. Adding another tick of anger to the ever growing rage, an unbecoming quality for such a being.

Finding she had little time to act she pulled back, wincing as the metal object rebounded and caught her from behind. Thinking the worst to be over she was hardly ready as the item only continued with a rash round of attacks, each one coming to fast for her to dodge. Bruises and scrapes began to make themselves evident as torn pieces of black clothing littered the floor around the abused creature. Turning a deadly glare to the teen she grinned in a sadistic nature. "Now, it's my turn."

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Flinching visibly as pain spread through his throbbing body the jade-eyed man walked with a limp towards his hotel room. The hallways were unusually dark and the male couldn't help the old fear that swept over him like a haunt. The same feeling any person gets when staring into a shadowy corner, trying to place objects, mentally going over what each darker splotch could be, and what else may have slithered its way to the area.

It was true, the girl had beaten him. And badly at that. After his little stunt her moves became impossible to place and even his thoughts began to give way. It was as if she was forcing her very being into his own, reading him like she had spoken about. Shuddering at the wintry chill that had made rest in the depths of his soul he continued forward one eye closed and aching.

Catching on to a ghost of a sound the male was ripped from his thoughts as his eye darted around the room, wildly trying to place it all. It was an odd thought but he couldn't help but wonder if the girl would come back, to finish him for his crime. Shifting forward he gaped at the outlined figure ahead of him. It was hard to distinguish and he couldn't be certain of the gender. The movements were little to none as the mysterious creature leant against a wall casually.

Bright eyes turned to him, honed and paralyzing. Knowing better the male tried to refrain from taking a step away, not wanting to show his obvious fear. "What is it? What did you want?" he managed his tone staggering on the edge of anything considered coherent.

"I told you not to hurt her." the voice rang out like a silver bell as the silhouette pushed forward from the wall and turned to face him, eyes ablaze. "You crossed the line." Taking a distinct step forward the Russian could make out a grin filled with malice. "I will make you pay."

"No don't, I'm sorry." he tried backing away sub-consciously, as the other continued forward. "G-go away! No! S-s-stop!"

The anguished voice fell silent on deaf ears, and only muffled noises followed, leaving Thomas to the devil.

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Wrenching herself from thoughts of despair and depression the panther turned her gaze to focus on the outlined figure of her brother as he smiled at her indifferently, "Kami?"

"Hn." she grunted, surprising herself at how much she sounded like her crimson-eyed lover.

"I just had a great idea!" he continued knowing he wouldn't get much more of a reaction from his sibling.

"Hn."

"Why don't we go shopping! Together!" he added seeing how she gave him a suggestive look after thinking up the possibility of just dumping him off.

Looking at the undoubtedly serious face of her brother she had a small mind-lapse of her last shopping experience. Netting, Lace, Satin. Twitching at the jeering memory of her teammates she turned away without so much as an acknowledgement of even hearing her male counterpart.

"Please?" No movement. "Pretty please?" A soft sigh of irritation. "Pretty pretty please with sugar and nuts and chocolate sauce and caramel and strawberry stuff and-"

"Fine." she snapped pale orbs flaring with annoyance.

"And a cherry!" he added dashing off as she made a snatch for him.

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Trudging through the annoyingly busy center of the lobby the team, add a panther, moved throughout the crowd with a practiced ease. Eyes and minds already set on the one thing they were heading for, hardly straying to an outside thought until they had reached success.

Eye catching a sudden flash of movement the female panther stopped in mid stride to give the target a curious look.

The said teen gave them a terrified look and started a slow descent of backing away until, once he thought himself far enough away as to not be attacked from behind, he turned and scurried off. A round of snickers and smirks were passed around as the four males of the team thought nothing of it, rather that he, like her many other opponents, now found himself scared of her intimidating ideals.

"Well cub, you did wipe the floor with him." Bryan pondered aloud catching the peculiar glance his female companion was sporting as she watched after Thomas, as his being disappeared into the masses of colors.

"Yeah, probably still scared." Tala added his ice-blue pools brimming with arrogance.

Nodding them off Kami returned to her thoughts, passing an unnoticed look to her twin, who stood motionless watching after his teammate with a foreign expression marring his pale features. 'No that can't be right. It is true that I may have beaten him, but that look was of pure terror, fear that was out of my reach, not of my doing. And besides that...'

Continuing their walk Micah gave one last glance before starting a conversation with Spencer on exactly how giant Ian must be. His actions were tense and stiff as if he stood on edge, waiting to be scolded for a wrong-doing like a guilty child.

Shaking it off the teen continued her walk; pace suitable for that of a panther. Forever stalking. Her violet eyes wandered back to a desk where she caught sight of the earlier teen. He gave her an expression mixed with emotions. Respect, fear, regret? Many were new to her and she left it as it was, not wanting to push to far into it when in all reality it could be nothing.

"Kamia?" Kai turned noticing the panther lagging. "Are you okay?"'

"Fine." Pausing she turned to him with a blank stare. "Just fine.

'And besides that...Thomas wasn't looking at me...He was looking at Micah.'

A/N

Well...that was fun...kinda. Anyway I wanted to show you a different side, another insight to a different person. Hope you all caught on. -shrugs- Well I'm writing because I am more or less depressed, no need to worry though, I will try to update more so you can all stay happy. Anyway I'm off to bed now, sorry again. Catcha' later.

This is Tawnie rebuilding the dam. -stares at the screen with distant eyes-