"Kiri-kiri-kiri"
Jemma frowned as she stared hard at the movie she was watching. Her mind whirled with ideas over the lodger in the basement. Why did his voice sound so familliar? Jemma wondered. The young girl had tried to sleep, but she found the Red Bull she had earlier was just making things worst. So there she sat, a gore-fest film on and her PSP humming to itself. Jemma had tried to play Crisis Core but things weren't going to way she wanted.
Her hotel room door was knocked loudly. Jemma glanced over her shoulder, eyeing the door. She was tempted to yell it was open but she knew she had no idea who it was. Pausing the film, Jemma jumped over the back of her arm-chair and tip-toed closer to the door. She waited for a little bit before the door was knocked again. "Jem, I know you're up. The lights on." A voice called. Jemma smiled and opened the door to met face to face with Nathan. "What you still doing up?" Nathan questioned, a lop-sided grin on his face. Jemma shrugged, allowing her team mate into her room.
"Couldn't sleep." She replied and headed back over to her arm-chair. Nathan tutted under his breath as he shut the door to the hotel room. "Remind me never to drink Red Bull before going to bed. I settled for watching a film in the end." Jemma called over her shoulder as she settled down again. The film began once more, screams of agony filling the room. Nathan frowned as he stood behind his friend.
"So you're walking Audition. Hardly a good film to help you sleep." He remarked. Jemma shrugged and picked up her PSP. Silence settled between the two. Nathan moved to the second arm-chair and tried to get comfy on it. Jemma raised an eyebrow at her friend. "What?"
"Is there any reason as to why you drop by at..." Jemma trailed off and glanced at her batman clock that hung on her wall. "...half past 11 at night? Or did you come to pick at my movie choice?" She added. Nathan chuckled to himself as he watched the last bit of the film.
"It's just..." Taking a deep breath, Nathan shifted a little. "...With the new discovery of the lodger, May-lin and Lizzy got a bit ansty. Lizzy's gone to bunk up with the Majestics. Johnny was not best please to say the least." Nathan paused as the film came to a close. Jemma giggled to herself, her eyes trained on her PSP. "May-lin bunked with Bega. I thought I'd come and keep you company." Nathan finshed. He got up and looked over his team captain's large DVD collection.
"Oh Nathan-kun! You really know how to charm a girl." Jemma laughed. Nathan smirked as he flipped his best friend off. "While you're there, can you put Advent Children in. Haven't seen it in a while." Jemma called, saving her progress and switching off her PSP.
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"I don't see why she has to be in this room!"
Robert glanced over to his team mate, sending a silent glare his way. "Will you keep it down? Elizabeta is sleeping." Robert commented. Johnny rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.
"In whoes bed? And who is she sleeping with?" The Scottish blader huffed in question. Robert frowned a little and closed the book he was reading. He knew that Johnny was going to be a pain in the ass over the whole thing, but Oliver didn't care. No sooner had Elizabeta arrived at their hotel room, sky-blue eyes in a puppy-dog form, Oliver had invited her to stay without a second thought. Johnny tapped his foot, annoyed his friend wasn't replying fast enough. "Well?"
"Oliver let her sleep in his bed. He's sleeping on the floor." Robert replied. He glared again at the flame-haired Scot. "Don't you dare give Oliver a hard time. He only wanted to help. You leave them both alone!" Robert ordered harshly. Johnny snorted and turned away from the german. Robert yawned a little. "I'm heading off to bed. See you in the morning." he muttered and disappeared to the room he shared with Johnny.
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Ming-Ming cocked her head to the side, her wide innocent eyes locked on May-lin and Brooklyn. Crusher raised an eyebrow as the two said bladers continued to talk and giggle to themselves. Mystel took no notice, seemingly interested in the night sky above them. Garland snickered to himself, catching both Ming-Ming and Crusher's attention. "What's so funny Garland?" Ming-Ming questioned.
"Remember when Brooklyn said they were just good friends?" Garland questioned. Both Crusher and Ming-Ming nodded their heads. "They seem to be more then just good friends to me, if you catch my drift." Garland snickered again. Crusher rolled his eyes as Ming-Ming giggled innocently.
"I know what you mean Garland. I think they're cute together." Ming-Ming smiled. She cast her chocolate coloured eyes towards Crusher who yawned loudly. "What do you think Crusher?" she inquried. The said blader looked at her bemused.
"Me? I think...I'm heading off to bed." He replied playfully before standing up. "Night you guys." he mumbled and headed off to bed.
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Nathan jumped and woke up quickly. Straighting up, he found that he had fallen asleep in the second arm-chair. Trust me. He cursed as his eyes wondered over the room. The film had long since finished, the T.V crackling to itself. Jemma had also fallen asleep in her own arm-chair. Nathan frowned when he heard a noise from outside the room. Slowly standing up, the half-japanese male listened carefully at the sound.
"That's coming from The Room. Someone's trying to open it." Chaos whispered. Nathan gasped a little before pulling his blade out from his trouser pocket.
"Why are you helping?" Nathan asked. The bit-chip glowed brightly as Nathan hurried to the door of the hotel room. Chaos chuckled deeply in Nathan's head, causing him to growl. "Answer me damnit!" Nathan hissed.
"As much as I would love to see you destoryed, even I know how dark the evil is in that room. It would be no fun if I could not kill you myself." The bit-beats laughed. Nathan shoved hit blade back into this pocket and ran out into the hall. He spun round to find someone pounding on The Room door. Nathan remained where he was, trying to figure out who the person was.
"Please! Let me in! Have you already forgotten who I am?" The figure pleaded, pounding on the door again. Nathan knew he couldn't afford time to waste. He charged forward, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. The figure didn't even know what hit them until Nathan back handed them hard. The figure hit the wall on the opposite side. "Who the hell are you?" The figure spat, wiping the blood from his chin. Nathan stood in front of him, glaring him down.
"Do you have any idea what could happen if you open that door? We sealed it off for a reason!" Nathan snapped. The figure slowly stood up, using the wall as his guide. They shivered a little when they stared into the cold hard eyes of the other male. The air was tense and silent. "Who are you?" Nathan questioned, using the figure's question against him. The figure did nothing but stare at Nathan. Suddenly a noise at the far end of the corridor caught both of their attention.
"Nathan-Kun? What's going on?" Jemma inquried sleeply, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Nathan felt panic rise in his throat as the figure stared lustfully at Jemma. The english girl was still half-asleep as she stood against her open hotel room door.
"Jemma! Get the hell out of here!" Nathan yelled, running towards her. Jemma's attention peaked when she heard Nathan's worried voice. She watched in shock and alarm as the figure charged towards her. Their arms were out-streatched, almost like they wanted to hug her. Jemma squeaked loudly, backed up into her hotel room and slammed the door shut. The figure came to a sharp halt outside her door and began to hammer on it.
"Princess! Let me in!" The figure yelled. Jemma lent against the door, pushing all her weight against it.
"Get lost ya freak! I ain't going anywhere near a insane murdering piece of..." The hammering got worst causing Jemma to sqeak again. From her position, she could hear Nathan yelling at the figure to stop what they were doing. The figure seemed to move away from the door slightly.
"You can't keep me away from my princess. I've come back for her. She's coming with me!" Before either Jemma or Nathan could make heads or tails of the speech, the figure bolted. Jemma quickly opened the door, looking down to Nathan before barreling after the figure. Nathan cursed in japanese.
"Jemma! Wait!"
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Brooklyn ruffled his hair before dusting down his right arm. He was standing on the top landing of the stair-case, glad to be out of his team-mates way. They had poked endless fun at him when Brooklyn woke that morning, something about him and May-lin. In the end the pair left, May-lin heading to the kitchen while Brooklyn waited for her.
It was the sound of running and yelling that caught his attention making Brooklyn turn round. He stared in confusion and surprise when he saw Jemma and Nathan chasing after a figure. Brooklyn frowned a little, trying to figure out who the person was but no name came to mind. Nathan had a look of panic on his face no sooner had he seen Brooklyn. "Kingston! Move it! Get out of here!" Nathan yelled but it was too late.
Meanwhile May-lin returned from the kitchen, her choice of food in her arms. She was planning on cooking the Bega team a proper chinese breakfast as a thank you, when she heard shouts. Looking up, May-lin's mouth flew open in shock. She watched helplessly as a figure punched Brooklyn in the stomach before sending him toppling over the edge of the stair rail.
"BROOKLYN!"
However the blader wasn't going to go down without a fight. Brooklyn managed to grab hold of the rail, wincing in pain from his bruised stomach. May-lin wasted no time in darting up the stairs as the figure ran down them. The figure slammed his arm into May-lin, who hit the wall in a dazed state. Her food items bounced down the stairs. The figure disappeared as Sean arrived on the scene. Jemma and Nathan slammed to a stop and grabbed Brooklyn's arm. "We got you Brook. Come on." Jemma called. Brooklyn nodded his head and started to pull himself up.
The trio landed with a heavy thump on the floor while Sean went to check on May-lin. "Lin?" he whispered, shaking her lightly. Dark forest green eyes opened slowly as May-lin tried to stop the pounding in her head.
"Did you get the number of that donkey cart?" she muttered, rubbing her head. Sean smiled and was about to reply when Jemma called down from the top of the stairs.
"Hey! That's my line! Get your own damnit!"
Gomen to everyone who loves this story. I have been so behind with all of this! I've been really busy at work, doing my other fanfiction (The Darkness of Love and War) and making lots of AMVs.Anyhoo...thank you to Schoolboredom & Blue957 for their reviews.