The Unpredictable Battlefield

Chapter 6- Freedom

TyKa

I stood in line in the abbey cafeteria, after the room service incident, I rather take food poisoning over murder. The cook poured what looked like congealed blood into my bowl. I raised an eyebrow; this was supposed to be borsch? - At least it was hot; the abbey was fucking freezing, even for me. I took my tray to one of the tables on the outer edge, glaring at anyone who made a move to sit next to me. There were no making friends here; everyone was completion and therefore your enemy. I pulled my scarf around my shoulders, trying to take the chill off.

I fucking hate it here.

I tensed as two of the abbey 'priests' came up to me. "Master Boris wants you in his office now."

My heart raced. When I was younger, being sent to the office always meant punishment. My back was littered with scars for being 'disobedient'. Automatically my hand went into my pocket and my fingers curled around Dranzer and I steeled my nerves. The bastard wasn't going to touch me without one hell of a fight.

Slowly, I got up and followed the guards to the office, and as soon as I stepped foot into the room, they left, shutting the door behind them. This was new. Usually the guards stayed to hold the prisoner down while Boris carried out the punishment. The purple-haired freak was standing with his back turned to me, looking out the window at the dismal snowy streets. What the hell was going on?

"How are you adjusting here, young Kai?"

Fuck, I hated when he called me that. Crossing my arms over my chest I said, "What do you think?"

"I know we have had our differences, but I've known you since you a small boy, why wouldn't I care?"

I glared, wishing I could burn a hole through his ugly face.

"Well in any case, I think you and I could work out an arrangement. Something along the lines of, I will randomly let you out of the abbey as long as you're back by dinnertime, and you tell your grandfather that we are making progress with the new recruits.

I had to suppress a snort. The new boys couldn't tell the difference between a launcher and a ripcord, definitely not something to write home about. "Fine. Don't expect anything flowery."

"Perfect. Then go ahead and take the afternoon off."

I blinked. Seriously? I was free to leave? I quickly left the office before he could change his mind and went up to my room to grab my black winter jacket.

As soon as I walked out the doors of the abbey, I felt like a 100 pounds had been lifted off my shoulders. I pulled out my debit card that I had hidden in my scarf and smirked. Oh, I was going to enjoy this. First thing was first – food. Tyson must've rubbed off on me, because I was craving something greasy and chalk-full of calories. Turning on my phone I looked at Google maps for the closest burger joint.

Walking 6 blocks, I came to a busy fast food restaurant, after I ordered and received my food, I found a spot in the corner and took the first bite. My taste buds were overloaded with the salty-greasy heaven. This was so much better than the slop that they served at the abbey! I looked out the window and wondered what else I would do with my day off.

Before, it was so easy. I would just go to Tyson's or hang out with the alley cats, but now I was in a city that I hated for "my own protection". Yeah right. Fat bastard was only protecting his assets.

...I really should be more thrilled to be away from that abbey and from Boris' cruel and unusual 'training methods', but deep down I knew the reason for my moodiness; I was day 3 away from Tyson and the little brat hadn't texted me back at all.

Ok, I knew I asked him not to message me, but since when did he listen? I pulled out my iphone and stared at it. This wasn't like him at all. I would've at least had some sort of text saying "Fine, be that way." or "Fuck you too, buddy.". Just how mad was he?

Sure I had spent weeks away from him before, but that had been on my terms. Thinking back to the last time I had saw Tyson, I had remembered the confusion on his face. The fear. But most of all his concern – for me.

I took another bite of my burger and found myself wishing that Tyson would just walk through that door and put all my worries at ease.

Not 3 seconds later I heard. "Oh man, I'm starving!"

I froze. It couldn't be.

"I wonder if Russian burgers are any different than the ones in Japan?"

Slowly, I lifted my head up and my eyes landed on the one person who I craved most: Tyson Granger. Did he really follow me here?

"You'll have to tell me." said a new voice, in perfect Japanese.

Tyson wasn't alone, a tall blonde came in behind him, and I gasped as I saw that unmistakeable face. He was the asshole who was trying to kill me!

My protective instinct took over my body and I ran towards them.

"Kai?" asked Tyson, shock clearly evident in his voice, but I said nothing as I stepped between them, carefully guarding Tyson from the deranged sociopath. I looked into his ice-blue eyes and glared evenly.

~"Who are you and why are you trying to kill me?~

So there we are! Sorry for the short chapter... Chibiduo, adbhut, Tyka's Flower, marchellv and thank-you for all the reveiws! They mean the world to us! Hoping to see you all in future chapters! Love RPS and Little A Granger