Witch-Bitch
Disclaimer: Only the strangers herein are mine.
1st Warning: there will be a lot of cussing & swearing in this fic.
2nd Warning: this is complete AU.
Acknowledgements: I thank the following for their help, even though they may never come across this: Fierce-A Shrine to Kai Hiwatari, at fiercekai.cjb.net, for helping me with the odds & ends of Kai; countless music artists that have inspired me to all ends ; all the creators of every single Animè & Manga for helping my imagination & figure-drawing to grow; Mrs Moore, Mrs Slabbert & Mrs de Bruyn for inspiring me to always to try; my mom & dad ,first, for always encouraging me, second, for putting up with the endless hours of internet and third, for paying the huge internet bill ; my e-mail pal, Fay, for listening to me always; and Spirit, for giving me these gifts & allowing me to share them.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
A Note: in essence I have been warned. The title of this story is 'Witch-Bitch' and will always be 'Witch-Bitch' but to the outside public and Fanfiction.admin it will be titled 'Witch-Broad'. In the Oxford Thesaurus CD-ROM, a synonym for 'bitch' is 'broad'. This has been a blow. Thank you for reading this.
Chapter 2: I'd like to introduce…
His POV
Here I was. In front of her gate. I couldn't believe that Grandfather had set me up like this. It's not like I needed help. Fuck, they can get so … I don't know. I didn't get off my bike. I stayed put on the leather seat of my Suzuki Katana 750, the only present that ever set Grandfather on edge. He'd rather I had asked for a Jaguar or any other sports car, but I said hell no. oddly, a car felt restricting. This motorbike had been my freedom from the politics, from the shouting, from all the shit going on in my world.
It was a pale, dirty-silver colour, with midnight blue stripes starting from the front and ending in dagger points before the back. my black leather jacket was zipped right up the collar covering my neck, my helmet clutched in my hands. The day had started calm, but it was so fucking cold! I wish I had instead taken one of the spare cars locked in the garage as Grandfather's collection, but the boys had been very iffy about my performance the past week. they were on my case and I had to perform twenty-four seven. I pulled off my helmet and gazed at the botanical jungle seeping over the fence. My head was pounding , throbbing solidly against my skull, hammering behind my eyes. Maintaining social equity drained you of all the energy you were reborn with every day.
I slipped off the bike, pulling the keys out of the ignition and stuffing them into my jacket pocket. I walked three steps before reaching an actual sea-man's bell, the knotted cord hanging out of the hollow cup. I stared at it, wondering if her family was just as bad, or even worse than her. I leaned over the fence. Come on, do they seriously think I'm going to ring that thing? There was a door open on the far side of the house, but I had to scratch that idea off my list .what if they told Grandfather? I would be in so much shit, he would ground me for months, that probably including my bike. So, with much more hatred in my mind for Becky, I gripped the cord and rang it loudly. I then waited for someone to emerge.
Her POV
I heard a loud clanging drift through the house from outside. I groaned. I knew who it was, and I didn't want to have to deal with anyone right now. I get like that when I'm enjoying myself. I took my time shutting down the programs open on my computer. The paint program where I was re-pixelising a damaged picture of Raphael I had found lurking in my files. The story chapter I was working on that had to be up that weekend. "shit, shit, shit, shit and shit," I mumbled as I switched off the computer. The torture was about to begin.
I ducked outside, the frigid air hitting me as I closed the door behind me. when I came around the corner, Kai was leaning nonchalantly against his bike. God, I really loved that bike. My mom and dad refused to buy me one, or let me even work towards purchasing an old model and restoring it with help from manuals and our next-door neighbour. Just because my father had a bad accident with one, doesn't mean that I can't get one. All I do at the moment is watch and love them from afar. That's really hard to do when your arch-enemy, your polar opposite, is riding the most gorgeous one you've ever seen in your life.
Snapping myself out of my thoughts, I began unlocking the gate. Immediately I heard a clacking of nails against the bricked pathway. I watched Kai's face as my border collies and basset-spaniel ran around the corner and began barking at the top of their lungs at him. it was so much fun to watch the shock appear on his face, with a little bit of fear mixed in them.
" they won't bite, promise! They're always like this with strangers at the gate! Just come in, and mind the brown one!" I yelled above their barking. I swung open the fence and he raced in. they calmed down at once and began jumping on him, eager for some affectionate rubbing. He didn't look at all eager about that. can't say that I've never felt the same way about them; I'm more of a cat person. I introduced my hounds, rubbing their heads quickly to try and calm them down, edging my way to the door.
I signalled to him to be friendly and he scratched their ears. Happy with their new friend , they ran off into the back yard. Without saying a word, I lead him to the kitchen door. Thankfully, my black cat was asleep and didn't want to go for walkies today. I lead him through to the lounge and pointed toward the couch.
"I need to get our stuff, and I still need to change. Where would you'd like to work : the lounge, on the floor; the dining room table or upstairs in the study?" I asked tersely. He stared at me for a while.
"you pick," he said snidely. I wish I could slap that look off your face! I turned about face and left him there in the lounge, not offering him anything. If he was going to be like that, for all the help that I'm going to have to give him, then he wouldn't get my host act. I shut my door and began to change, grabbing my books off the shelf at the same time. It was going to be a long afternoon.
His POV
She was trying to be civil. I grudgingly respected her for that. she was trying to make the best of a situation that was going to be excruciatingly painful. But I couldn't drop the act. it was too ingrained. Having done it through that period of growing where everything is crazy, it had been the only solid thing in my life. It wasn't an act anymore. It was, just, in private, without all the people looking over your shoulder all the time, I never resorted to swearing, or cussing. I liked to play with words, use them as you would use a double-edged sword. That was the way to play with your enemies.
I dropped my head in my hands. My mind was too tired for all these thoughts, and it was definitely too tired to concentrate on literature. why didn't I just stay home? It would have so much easier. After what felt like an eternity, I looked up to find myself staring at a multicoloured cat looking at me with a complete clueless expression on its face. I couldn't help but smile as it edged towards me. it came in little hops and skips, getting distracted by anything and everything that creaked or groaned. Finally, it stopped in front of me just enough to sniff me, then jumped up on the couch and proceeded to have its bath. Before I knew it, it was fast asleep next to me, its heavy purring warming my thigh. Maybe, in some weird way, this cat sensed my inner distress and was trying to calm me. or maybe, just maybe, you're going loony-toons, Hiwatari.
I heard a scuffling from in front of me. looking up, a lightning bolt hit me. who the fuck was that?! did Becky have an identical twin sister I didn't know about? Was the some perverted joke on her part? Did Grandfather set them up to this? Because that wasn't the Becky I hated standing in front of me, her hand resting on her hip, her books held in her other arm. It…it couldn't be! It wasn't possible! She was …
To be continued…
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