Of Neon Butterlfies
Chapter Two
Matt blinked, astonished at the horrific sight before him. Never in all his short life had he seen something so nightmarish called a home. And he'd seen Killbane's mansion; and that was pretty terrifying too. But here, instead of slight homoerotic, naked statues of men and creepy, framed luchador masks (Usually covered in blood), instead before him lay all manner of strange sights. Just a few metres back, he had been in what looked like a blank, empty room with a few oil stains and the odd gear lying around. Now here he was in what an artist might call 'A collective masterpiece of impressionistic modern life'.
While, iIn the words of the Saint's boss, a better term would be: 'A fucking disgrace'.
To the right he could see a couch, littered with technician's manuals, laptop parts and at least three remotes, while the floor, trailing off to the right was an awful concoction of clothing, pizza and the odd pile of notes. The walls where strewn with motivational posters, conspiracy boards and cut outs from newspapers.
Matt grinded his teeth at the 'FUCK DECKERS' poster poorly plastered against one of the walls. Who was this sad fuck making fun of his gang. They couldn't even clean up after themselves!
Looking about, he found a soft spot to place down his suitcase and laptop, and set out on a quest to find whoever his new 'guardian' was. Matt trailed upstairs to the booming sound of dubstep flogging his ears (Kinzie had forgot she had left some DECKRILLEX in the fifth cd compartment, while the other four had been filled with some cds. That she had ordered. Let's be honest: Kinzie visitting a store? Not likely), his sort feet welcoming the release from their shoes as he kicked them off, his knee-highs squelching a little as the stealthily sneaked upstairs. The boy groaned as his head throbbed, thinking to himself 'How did I end up in this position?' before he stepped on something cylindrical, his face planting firmly into the stairs.
He yelped in pain as he felt the impact, his hands catching him from falling back down the stairs. He opened his eyes, accusingly at what had caused his fall, before their shape opening widely in horror at the pink, vibrating device before him. His face blushed with shock as the item slowly shook itself down the stairs, his nose dripping freely with blood. He had not yet noticed it, and slowly picked himself up and finished his very arduous ascent of the stairs, before coming face to face with something that very closely resembled his home, bar a few odd objects lying around.
Sure, he thought, the twenty or so computer screens and massive hard-drive is cool, as well as the sky-scraper like processor and piles of cds, but not the dildoes, conspiracy walls and what could only be described as a city of energy drink cans. Not at all. His face turned crimson beneath it's dripping black eyeliner as he slowly edged towards the nearest door, grabbing for the handle backwards as the dubstep and confusion clouded his thoughts and ears, as he quickly pushed the door in and turned around...
...Kinzie blinked, her expression completely blank with pure fear and confusion, her naked form standing in the open shower, the curtain draped to the left as her dripping wet hand was centimetres from the nearest clean towel, her hair drenched from the warm, steamy water that had recently turned cold against her goosebumps as she stared Matt directly in his eyes, completely stunned with shock, much like poor Matt whose teenage mind was running circles in itself full of 'NOPE's and a long list of obscenities relating to confusion.
The two stood there, completely frozen in space, Kinzie's red hair slowly dripping down her slender body, before the room erupted into a scene of screaming and movement. Matt immediantly tried to turn for the door, while Kinzie reached quickly for the towel. She grabbed it, her hand dropping it, and her body following it to the ground as Matt slipped on a small hand-towel left absent mindedly on the ground by Kinzie earlier, the boy sliding onto the ground in a loud thump as Kinzie caught herself mid fall, grabbing the towel, before kicking Matt out the door and slamming it shut in a loud bang as she shreeked about personal privacy and whatever the fuck had just happened, while Matt sat still, staring out at the room before him, the music now completely deaf to his ringing ears.
'What the fuck' Kinzie thought, slipping down the side of the wall, her towel absently lying over her waist as she held her head in her hands, her paranoia setting in.
Had she died? Was this hell? Highly unlikely. Next option: She had been captured by the Deckers years ago and was held in a space-to-mind altering state of realistic world setting, being milked for FBI secrets and they had been slowly numbing her down? What if this was Matt, coming to gloat over his victory, the snide little punk? Always an available option. Next option: She had been abducted by those aliens she kept warning everyone about and was again placed in a computer simulation. No, unlikely. Aliens do not have a grasp of all of human society. She hoped. Both options: Highly unlikely with major faults. Shit! Think think think! Ah-hah! Matt Miller had surrounded the building with mercernaries, and THEN he was here to gloat? Wait, no, no, take deep breaths, Kenzington. He couldn't have. Last thing you heard he was arrested by the Steelport Guard at the Airport. That's right. So he couldn't have amassed enough money to come here. Right. Unless he hacked the saints bank account again, wait, no, you would need a highly advanced hacking program that would be able to generate new codes as it broke through the system, closing gaps as it entered. And that would require a big processor. Hmm. Oh!
Kinzie's eyes turned wide with fear as she realised the dark, cruel twist of fate that had come to be.
Matt was her new foster child. She was meant to care for THAT for four months? Four fucking months of bratty nerd? "GOD DAMN IT!" she screamed aloud, banging her head against the wall while Matt jumped a little, looking back at the door he had just vacated. What cruel bastard had thought it a good idea to stick him with Kinzie?
The answer, if you are wondering, was a cruel woman with luscious legs, who liked to get in official's pants to get what she wanted, namely Kinzie's pain. If she where here now, the smiled brimming from ear to ear would almost spell victory above her personalised Shaundi necklace.
Minutes later, Kinzie opened the door to face her new trial: Matt.
She glared down at the boy in her hoodie and jeans, while Matt glared back up at her, his hair slowly drying as he bit down on his tongue a little.
"Kinzie."
"Matt."
The two enlocked stares for a few moments, before Matt slowly stood up, Kinzie's eyes darting at little to her inner sanctum, and then back.
"So you're my new foster guardian." Matt sneered, his eyes screaming dispise, though a small, dark space in his brain, hidden behind walls of Nyte Blade Trivia and Space Invader's scores, was screeching with joy and lustful fantasies, thought that part also liked to ship Gat x Shogo, which was simply put: Unnatural.
"Yeah" she responded, her eyes sharpening down at the boy, "I am."
The two glared for a moment, before simultaneously accusing "DID YOU DO THIS?!" at eachother, their faces paling with shock as they realised the other had not.
"Oh." Kinzie said, Matt looking down a little. "So...you didn't do it either, huh?" she stated, rubbing her glasses of steam with her towel, before sliding them on her freshly brushed hair, the faint smell of shampoo wafting away from her hair after the other night where Viola had stayed over. And left the next morning. Are we following here? I think we are.
"God damn it" Kinzie muttered, stopping Matt as he was just beginning to form his first few words in response, the woman crossing her arms as she looked around. "So, I have to, what, take care of you now?"
"Yeah, that's generally the blimming description of foster parent." Matt retorted, scorn filling his eyes as Kinzie looked down at him in disdain.
"Fine. You can sleep on the couch." She commanded, nodding downstairs at the couch. "And why don't I get a proper bed?" he asked, silence filling the air for a moment, the staring almost creating an electric sense to the air. Imagine...that scene from Harry Potter where Voldermort and The Boy who Lived are having that whole wizard lightning battle. Yeah, like that, but with stares. Pretty intense, huh?
"I hate you." Kinzie finally broke the silence, staring down at the boy. "I feel indifferently" he responded.
Eventually, after a full minute of silent insults, voiced within their minds, the two parted ways, Matt into the bathroom as Kinzie set down stairs, stopping just a moment to look back and see Matt slam the bathroom door shut, a loud grunt coming from within.
"I used to date a guy who did that."