The Unpredictable Battlefield
Chapter 8- Seeing Red
TyKa

Fucking stupid, naive Tyson. Fucking sadistic, psychotic Calvin. Fuck Boris. Fuck my life.

I was sitting next to Tyson on the flight back to Japan, glaring at Calvin, silently promising him if he tried anything, it would be the last thing he ever did. Tyson's life was now in danger and I will be damned if that creep lay a single finger on him. And that little fucker was just grinning back. Just who does this guy think he is? Furthermore, who the hell dresses like that? He looked like a little wannabe gangster.

The more I looked at him, the more I was in disbelief. This was the guy who was trying to kill me? He didn't look any older than myself. I was quite honestly expecting someone like Boris, not some kid. I needed to get myself alone with him. Ask him who the hell he was and what exactly his intentions were. Like hell I was going to buy into his 'good guy' act.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Ray's eyes darting back and forth between Calvin and eye and he whispered something into Max's ear. Good, let him be suspicious. Maybe he would get the hint that this guy was actually indeed very dangerous.

I had thought about telling everyone, but Tyson would probably brush it off as me being paranoid and Ray and Max would think I was jumping to conclusions. Plus, for all I knew, if anyone here found out the bastard's little secret, he would kill them. I was stuck. For now I would just have to put up with the guy, be on guard 24/7 and pray the little psychopath didn't hurt anyone.

Heh. There was an upside to all of this; if Calvin wanted to keep up appearances, he couldn't do anything. A small part of me wondered if Tyson had fucked up his plans as much as he did mine, an even smaller part of me wondered if Tyson had actually saved my life.

When I realized Tyson was being unusually quiet, I tore my eyes away from Calvin's stupid face and looked at the bluenette.

My heart melted instantly.

Tyson had his head rested against the window, eyes closed and a peaceful expression on his face. As I looked closer, I could see how his features we becoming less child-like and more and more mature. He was starting to lose some of the stubborn baby-fat off his cheeks, giving his face a more chiseled look.

That made me glace around at the rest of my friends. They were all taller, their faces looked older, there was even a seriousness in Max's eyes that hadn't been there a few short years ago. Then I took a look at Kenny, who was sitting behind Max and Ray. He was the only one who hadn't changed at all.

I looked back at Tyson and I wondered to myself when was the last time he had actually slept on a flight? A pang of guilt hit my heart. Flying to Russia and back, worrying about me – I was the reason for his exhaustion. I wish I could tell him that I left so I could protect the both of us, that I was trying to keep him safe.

I really should've known he would come after me.

"You look almost human when you look at him."

I sent an icy glare at the bastard who had put Tyson and I into this position in the first place. "Zip it Blondie."

"Oooh, did I find a sensitive spot?" His voice was teasing, but I could see the danger in his eyes.

"Um, let's just not go there." Ray interjected smartly, probably sensing I was close to jumping across the aisle and beating the kid senseless.

"Yeah. They're each other's favourite punching bag. Just let them do their thing, man." advised Max.

When I saw Calvin's eyes lose interest and look out the window, I could've hugged the American. Note to self: Less laps for Max.

When we finally landed in Japan, Tyson immediately started complaining that he was starving. We went to a familiar diner that was in the airport. During our travels we visited it often, it wasn't bad. Decent food, good service, but the real reason that we kept returning was because the owners always gave us a free round of milkshakes.

Halfway through our meal, Calvin excused himself to go to the restroom. Perfect. I waited a few seconds before following him. He was washing his hands when he entered. A quick glace around revealed that the washroom was void of any people besides us. I locked the door.

"You don't have to worry about your friends. I have no interest in hurting any of them."

I was surprised that he gave himself up so easily. "You shot my guard." I said evenly.

"A necessary casualty. I needed to get your attention somehow." He turned around and looked at me, and gave an odd half-smile. "Would you have taken a simple note so seriously?"

He had me there. "Hn. Why are you trying to kill me?"

"You're in the way of something I need."

"And this is the way you get things? By killing people?" I saw him wince slightly at the venom I had laced my words with. "Did it ever occur to you to just ask?"

"Okay then Kai." He cleared his throat. "Will you please kill yourself for me?"

I could feel my lips curving in amusement. I could appreciate the kid's balls. "Listen brat, I really don't want to deal with you. Consider this little game over. You won't succeed, so don't even try. Stop wasting my time and get the hell out of my life."

He stepped forward, with a smirk plastered onto his perfect little face. "Oh I have no intentions of doing that, because when I do kill you, and trust me I will, your adorable little friend Tyson there, will be heartbroken. I will be the one to help him pick up the pieces." I felt him lean in close, his hot breath against my ear, "I'll make him scream my name when he cums."

All I saw was red as I felt my fist connect with his jaw.

Calvin is such a dirty little bastard. XD I hope you all enjoyed!

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