I'm gonna take a big long nap, now.... X333
More short chapters, but still lots of action. X33, some OC's from Bloodydagger6, I just love the idea of racing with her OC's, XD. This race doesn't count though, no point in any team, :], just doing it to practice more of the action on riding, and to have some extra fun with OC's, i just like adding extra characters and all. XD.
If you want to have your OC here, its just going to a guest appearance, ^^', you can race and all, even befriending some of the OC's or Canon characters, at some point they'll have to 'travel' somewhere else or something,[the story plot will get too confusing for me and you and harder to sort things out on the ending with all the conflicts and characters being in this story, sowry XD] I won't say no. BUT YOU HAVE TO BE A MEMBER OF Fanfiction , FOLLOW THE FORMAT AT MY PROFILE, PLEASE. I can't do anonymous, lol, i ask too many questions and feel more secure that I can ask if I'm stuck at one point with someone's OC, the last thing I want to do is disappoint anyone, X333 Sowry... again, =]
Team Alchemic: Alphonse the Fox, Alex the Dark Kistune, Devin the Hedgehog all belong to Bloodydagger6
DISCLAIMER: Don't own any sonic characters, those belong to Sega, X3
[Outside of Registration Tower] [New Day: Day 4 7 AM] [Regular View]
Dark clouds seem to circle around Future City, dark grey clouds shower over everything, stirring up harsh winds and making it cold for every unfortunate person on their daily walk outside.
The rain pours hard, to having most of the city already drenched of over flowing water into sewers. It's seven in the morning but it looks like seven at night, still dark out. Still cold out.
It's supposed to have been a spring time though why does it feel fall?
"Why did we have to check out of that hotel?" Alex mumbles to herself, her black hoody, with the sign of 'Silent Whispers' in Japanese was clearly seen on her front... and wet. Her red, tipped in black hair is getting wet easily, some still covering her right eye. A a red and black tiger striped vixen with baggy camo pants, and black shoes with five white stars on them, having glasses much like Wave's, but tinted with green. She stuffs her black, fingerless gloves in her camo pants, trying to get warm in this cold shower, her bracelet of sapphire stones taking much space in it.
"To move around more, I figure we would have stayed at some other hotel, the other one was pretty small," Alphonse nervously chuckles looking at her with embarrassment, his sensitive ears picking up her quiet sentences. He meets his bright silver eyes with her clear blue ones, taking in her wet, and damp frame. He's a brown fox with two tails dipped in white while she has three. Faded jeans, long sleeved black shirt, black shoes and a serpent symbol design on his back. The serpent is biting its own tail, in a white color, matching his gloves. He has three bangs at center of his frame, familiar like Tails, except brown and red at the ends and few other red highlights here and there. On top of head was pretty dry cause of the fact he has his red goggles that are tinted silver. She didn't answer and walks her normal pace, trying to find some other hotel while walking along the damp sidewalk, already a darker shade of grey because of the rain.
"What's wrong with being small!?" Devin the Hedgehog bursts out, waving his hands in the air to catch Alphonse's attention. "Was it small enough that I can only be in it?! Because its well suited for me, eh?!"
Devin is very sensitive when comparison words are brought up, any, they could be talking about shoe sizes for all he cares. He's the oldest in reality, half a year older than the sixteen year old Alphonse and a year and half older than Ali. Just not taller in a way...
Devin has a white sleeveless t-shirt, a camo jacket over it and a dark ragged jeans, and camo boots. Alphonse's shakes his head in annoyance, smiling a bit at his friend's temper.
"He didn't mean it that way, Shrimp," Alex sighs, walking forward, not taken back by another outburst of Dev. Devin and Alex aren't the best of friends even though they put their problems aside to behave better, for the sake of Alphonse.
His gold, cat-like eyes flares up in anger, his two blue stripes that cross to make an 'X' on his forehead very visible when he looks over at her. "Don't call me that!" Devin growls, waving his right brown glove and his left hand is fingerless, and if possible his legs, his tail viciously swaying in anger. What used to be a few disarray of quills seems to add on, his quills in a wild like fashion now.
"Calm down, Devin," Alphonse interrupts, sighing out in annoyance again and closing his eyes, a vein showing as he grabs his arms down.
Alex rolls her eyes at his over reaction at being called 'shrimp' or 'shorty', if someone, anyone tells him his little height problem he throws in all out tantrum. Not to mention his stealing problem to add. This is a good advantage at times, but a bad timing usually. Usually Alex would call him those names, just to provoke him mainly, but she'll give anyone the cold shoulder if they treat him like she treats him.
Alphonse stops walking, trying to calm him down, shaking him a few times. Down comes a new MP3 player, coins, paper money and candy wrappers drop, too. Alex froze, looking down at the items and back at Devin, so is Alphonse.
"I... found them...?," Devin says slowly, not even believing his own lie, shrugging still. His guilty smile intact.
"What else? Is this all?" Alphonse questioning angrily at him, shaking him awfully fast, a few more wallets here and there, and a watch.
"That's it! Stop shaking me! I feel like a doll for Pete's sake!" Devin snarls at him, getting out of his grip. Getting another tantrum at knowing he's that easy to pick up. He puts the items back in place while Alphonse tries to calm himself down.
The three continue to walk, Alphonse in the middle with the two at his side, Ali a bit in the back while Devin gets a lecture from Alphonse.. She stops for a moment and looks to her right to see a blue building.
Alex points to the sight in front of her. "Look, this looks like they have a room to spare."
Dev sighs in relief when Alphonse looses his attention on his habit and looks over with her. "Registration Tower? This building? How would you know?" Alphonse asks her, standing in place, his tail lashing out more and more excess water.
"I don't, but it's worth a try at least, right?" Alex shrugs. Pretending to be interest in something in there for a few hours would also be something good to suggest, she isn't sticking outside any longer, she doesn't want to.
"I'm sure it isn't," Alphonse disagrees, narrowing his eyes to look beyond the glass and into the clients and workers. "Looks more like a business building or something, far from being a secret hotel or something."
Devin joins in the conversation, smiling. "We could pretend we're clients for a while, you know, just enough to get dry or when the rain stops."
"We could, but we're not." Alphonse refuses, he doesn't want to lie.
"Aw, but it looks so warm in there... just five- ten minutes tops! Just pretend we're going to buy something," Devin pleads, having his right glove wipe more water away from his eyes.
"Well..." Alphonse regrets, thinking it more over.
He looks over Devin, how wet he looks, how close he can get from being sick. Dev still smiles his weird, guilty smile, like he stole something already. He watches Alex stare in the building more, her damp hoody not being a very good water-proof sweater. Ali returns with her bright blue eyes gaze. It seems like a cold stare, but Al knows it's just her way of looking at things when she doesn't what else to do. Al looks away for staring at her for too long, rubbing the back of his neck to keep him looking like he's busy or something. The truth is Al knows they're probably not going to find some cheap hotel room to stay in for the night, none that won't crawl with bugs on his fur. He wants the best for this team and looks like this is the only place that can supply them for the night.
He flips his weighted bangs to get the water off it and his muzzle. After moments of staring at the building he finally gives up. "Fine, we'll go in. Just... try not to steal anything, okay?" Alphonse warns Devin, not wanting to explain or pay anything to what ever person catches him.
"Okay, I'll try," Devin grins, saluting him. Alphonse rolls his eyes, yet having a smile, too. The kind of emotion when the taunting is somehow funny then annoying.
"Come on, Ali," he calls, lightly shaking her wrist with his cold hand, he knows she was thinking too much and couldn't hear much of the conversation. But that's Ali for you, he thinks, smiling at the times of her silent, discrete personality.
She widens her eyes at the sudden contact, thinking of other things, trying to forget of the harsh storm. She looks over at the two, Dev's grins and Alphonse's small, sweet smile at her. Ali could help, but smile crookedly back, giving him a thumb's up, signaling she understands the situation.
The three walk pretty fast, having something to hope for other than this rain is something new. The pattering of their long strides seem to splash small, unknown puddles on the old concrete floor every step of the way.
[Team Firestorm's Hotel room] [New Day: Day 4 7:45 AM] [Regular View]
"Want more tea?" Zaid Waters asks calmly to Lil' Jay Jay.
Lil' JJ caught a cold, but he wasn't playing out out in the rain. He knows better not to, he's a fire type, being at an environment as cold and wet as today yells out to stay indoors. Even he if he stays indoor his condition is reduced from a high fever to a cold. JJ is if you could find him in all the different colored blankets. His usual rose colored cheeks go in five darker shades, from his normal red t-shirt and jeans to a white sweater and matching baggy pants. Jennifer, his big sister insists to keep him warm at all times, his pajamas is the best thing to keep it that way. His head on the pillow messed around his small mohawk with blue highlights in the ends, but he didn't care of his quills right now, Violet nor Cosmic was here, his best friends. The over helpful Cosmic is with his trust worthy guardians, Bonny the ESPN Cat and her boyfriend, Clyde the ESPN Canine. While the sweet, but tough Violet the Enchinda is with her tomboy, rough sister, Daniela and her over-confident brother, Crusher. "Sure," he sniffs, smiling weakly at the ocean blue hedgehog. JJ shifts around the bed, trying to get a good position to take a nap.
Zaid nods once and heads into the peach colored kitchen. Zaid has his normal white t-shirt on, red stripes at the ends, dark blue jeans and his dew shaped necklace waggling as he walks to get the red kettle. A strong believer of his water clan and having a head band on his forehead, his light blue and dark blue highlights at the ends holding together because of that headband, on quill at the side of his right eye. Another headband around his neck and another as a belt, have two squiggly lines as a sign of water. He adds water the regular way though, grabbing tab water from the faucet, not risking the extra power since its raining, it helps his ability tremendously.
He also has zigzags on each side, beneath his eyes, Cris-crossing black and red lines, something he wasn't born with, but developed. He sets the red kettle on the stove, turning it on medium, his mind in other things.
"That's not going to be fast enough!" Jenn's voice warns, coughing a bit. Zaid's eyes widen at the red hedgehog's voice and swiftly turns around.
There's where the blush zigzagged lines developed from.
His zigzags starting to be more red than black now, he can never control it, it just reddens up in the zigzags for reasons obvious.
Jennifer's dark ocean blue eyes stare at the blush lines, though shakes back to the kettle, averting his fired, red-orange eyes purposely. She too, has her night clothes on, white, too big sized sweater and puffy white pants. She walks toward him, her pink slippers making the only sound. She quickly sends sparks of fire on the stove, her hand directing it to the bottom of the kettle, strong but small to cause less risk of anything else on fire. In a few moments the kettle starts to scream a high pitch, Jenn automatically stopping so she doesn't strain JJ's ears.
"There you go!" Jenn smiles brightly, coughing quietly.
"Thanks, Jenn," Zaid smiles back, as serious as he is he loosens up around Jenn.
He grabs three blue mugs from the brown top cabinet and pours hot water on each reaching for some tea bags next.
"You know," Jenn cheers, hopping on the corner of the grey counter, very close to the three mugs, but cautious of it,"You know what's better than just plain, old tea?"
Zaid stops himself from dumping the three brown tea bags on the mug and looks up at her, his head tilting in curiosity, "What is?"
Jenn beams, even if she's as sick as JJ she still has the energy to walk and talk like she isn't, even bouncing around. "Hot chocolate and some guests!"
Zaid smiles a sincere smile and taps his chin thoughtfully,"I think they did leave some chocolate powder or something to use."
Jenn nods in content, knowing there is. Jenn hides the box behind her and Zaid already noticing. "There it is," Zaid breathes, after searching every cabinet only to find a giggling, red hedgehog in possession of it. Her three longs bangs cover her right eyes and long quils reaching her back almost fully was a pretty good hiding space since he tries not to stare at her quills as much as her pretty face. Zaid's hand reaches out so she can give it to him, but she declines.
"Not unless we can have a few guests," Jenn taunts, tappig his nose, still smiling her bubbly smile.
Zaid's zigzags are getting overpowered again by red lines instead of black again. He manages to keep a straight face and hardening his frown. "You know we can't bring any guests in, JJ and you are sick."
"But we're not sick, sickjust-"Jenn coughs for a few moments, only helping Zaid's point. She waves it off-"Look, it's not contagious, it's just something we fire types get when it rains this harshly, like you when you get too hot... Like this," she teases in the end, pointing to his muzzle, another tap at his nose, giggling.
Zaid's zigzags lines get hotter and redder at her delicate touch, his mouth closing and then opening to try and say something. He tries to ignore the heat.... and Jenn's laughing and tries to get back on focus. "We just can't, besides who are you planning to come here? Dimitri and his gang? You know Steel will just steal the whole fridge if he wants too and Andre is just going to get me to drown him... again."
"No! Course not! I'm not that stupid," Jenn huffs, remembering Steel's addiction to having a few things he shouldn't have, valuables that don't belong to him and Andre hitting on her just to see Zaid's reaction. "I was sort of thinking...." she trails off, kind of nervous on what to say to him. "Well, Amy Rose and her team, Cream the Rabbit and Silver the Hedgehog," she mumbles, trying to have her voice as low as possible so Zaid might get confused and think other names.
"What?" Zaid asks again, leaning more into her face.
"I said Amy, Cream, and Silver," Jenn sighs, giving up and closing her eyes to hear his whole lecture. On not to get involved with other teams, they might have to verse them or something, what if they forfeit just because they don't want to verse each other and blah, blah, blah.
But he didn't.
All he does is sigh heavily, his eyes looking up a the ceiling then her and knows there's more reasons to say 'yes' then 'no'. "Is this really what you want?" Zaid mumbles, crossing his arms in defeat, leaning closer to her face, one eye closes to see her reaction better, his arms crossed. Hmm, a few confusion expression here and there, some relieved ones at the very least, but not the small tint of pink on her muzzle. Jenn seems a bit uncomfortable and keeping her hands on her lap, feeling like she's more like she's being interviewed.
"Yea- I mean yes. I feel awful on how the first impression was when Steel totally screwed it up. I want to at least show them that some of us have respect and would gladly show hospitality to them in return to erase the first encounter," she reasons, not missing a word or beat as she stares at his fire like eyes.
"Hmm, you're always too kind...." Zaid whispers, with a frown on his face.
"Is that bad?" She asks, smiling sweetly at the compliment.
"No, but it will get you in trouble one of these days," Zaid remarks, his nose touching hers now, one eye closes again, the other half way, too relaxed at his interragations.
Jenn is too content to redden at his touch, though Zaid wasn't. His marks starting to go red, though he still frowns, still annoyed that his muzzle doesn't agree with him.
"Aw, thank you, Zaid! You won't regret it!" Jenn screams cheerfully, jumping off the counter and hugging him, not touching the floor. She warps her arms around his neck, her eyes closed and thinking already of the many possibilities of the visit, many turning out with a happy ending. If there is such a thing.
"Uh, your welcome, Jenn," Zaid says unevenly, his head backing away from her face as she nuzzles him.
Jenn giggles at him backing away, still clinging to him. Your too shy, Zaidy! The Rose team will love you as much as I do! She smiles at her thoughts, thinking of how they'll be like to JJ and her, too.
Very hesistantly he pats her back one one free arm, the other holding her waist. Jenn isn't touching the floor, her knees bent to hang on in the air with Zaid holding her.
A door creaks open, a sicken red hedgehog sauntering out.
"... Jenny? Why are you hugging Zaid?" JJ yawns, still trying to focus if it's what he is seeing is actually true.
Jenn jumps off Zaid and walks over to her brother, bending down to hug him, too. JJ is used to his sister's hug marathons, he has them, too. That's what makes them known for being brother and sister, their outbursts of contentment can rubb off on some.
"We're having guests in a while, go get your original clothes and can you ask them?" Jenn pleads, backing away and putting her hands on his shoulders. There was a small thump against the kitchen's hard floor, but the two didn't turn around, they continued as they were. She knows JJ has the best chance to sway the Rose team to say yes. They won't be able to say no to to him, she thinks to herself because he's too kind, thrilled to have some new guests. She grows tired at Adri's visits, usually asking too many questions if they're all ready. Jenn is meaning to ask her why she is so anxious, hinting if Eric is getting close. She'll probably ignore the question, though, as always. Or Daniela's. Donny doesn't talk too much and is has the same appetite as Steel's, finishing off the fridge and ending it with a toothpick. They're her best friends, but she really needed friends that would be as content and open minded as she is. Miss Rose is her favorite when thinking of an equal.
"Okay, but there better be hot chocolate on the table for me when I come back," JJ agrees, mumbling his words and slowly walking back to his room for a quick change.
Jenn's hands clap together, hurrying along her little brother. "Thank you, JJ! I owe you one," she calls after, her voice overflowing with happiness. JJ waves, not turning back, stumbling to close his door. Jennifer suddenly realizes it's been too quiet, she hasn't heard a word from Zaid after JJ came.
She turns around to see the ocean blue hedgehog flat on the floor, his zigzags in a very noticeable color, blood red.
"Zaid?" Jenn asks timidly, kneeling next to him, a bit worried.
Zaid had this content look, like a squiggly smile in place, his eyes closed like he his wish came true with what happened before. Was, as in before she called his name. She places her hand on his forehead, checking for a fever and hoping he isn't hallucinating afterwards.
He widens his eyes, very alarm and covers his face with his hands that lightly put away her hand, sitting up. "I'm fine, I'm fine, j-just give JJ his bait," Zaid yells out, trying to distract Jenn's attention with something else.
"Are you really ok-"
"Yea- I mean yes, I am- just, j-just go reheat the thing," Zaid interrupts her calm voice, scooting back to have his back on a wall, trying not to think too much. He'll won't be able to control his ability very well with being all jumpy and energetic. He brings his knees close to him, his arms resting on them and his redden face under them.
Jenn sighs, feeling sympathy for the blue hedgehog, her spirits a bit dampen at his actions, but lets him be. Jenny feels the water with the faucet, careful not to have a single drop on her and settles it on the stove, turning it on medium. "I'm going to get ready myself, are you going to be alright when I come back?"
Zaid nods slowly, his fingers opening a small gap to see the female shake her head and leave to the right hallway to her room.
Once she is gone he drops his hands, relieved it finally lessened down. It's silent, with the two loud hedgehogs out of the kitchen, leaving the embarrassed one on the floor. Zaid knew he blew it that time. So mad at himself, shifting his eyes to the floor and then at the kettle he told her to start. How rude. With the frustration he knows he won't be able to spout out any water without going to far. Ugh. With a loud bang on the head from the wall he stands up and picks up the chocolate powder. One of his hands under his chin, reading how many spoons you need for each cup, asking if there will be enough for everyone.
[Front Lobby, Team Alchemic] [New Day: Day 4 8:00 AM] [Regular View]
"Man, these people seem to ignore by passers," Devin mutters to the two, sitting on the edge of a blue couch that is in a corner of a wall, away from all the workers.
"Guess they're too busy," Alphonse shrugs, sitting in the middle, his arms spread out, relaxed.
It's still raining outside, no where to go without getting soak in just a few minutes. This is going to cause some problems for the travelers.
"There's a staircase on the other side, it seems like that's where they keep rooms, probably small and cheap ones, but it looks like that's all we can get for the night," Alex concludes, she did nothing but sit and watch everything and everyone, a few times glancing at Devin if he moved out of his seat to find anything, or should say steal.
"You're right," Al agrees, following her eyes to the staircases in the corner over there,"They're not doing a good job hiding it either. Anyone can find it with good eyes as good as Ali's but why. It shouldn't be out in the open, I don't think it's there to be a secret though..."
"Then what is it there for?" Ali asks flat, trying to follow his conclusions. Devin knows it's going to get real smart talking around this time.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom," Devin tells them, finding an excuse.
"You better be back in five minutes, Shrimp," Ali warns, staring at his back while he leaves.
Dev's body seems to shake in response to the word 'Shrimp' and by the looks of he tries not to get that word in his head right now. He looks over at her with glaring eyes and relaxes to walk away from the fight. He waves, not turning back,"Sure thing, Alexandera," Dev's voice carries off to her, sounding plain, but knowing to sound cocky.
Ali hates that name, she'll remember this when he comes back, her nail digging in the leather of the couch.
"You two, it's never going to be eye to eye, is it?" Al breathes out, leaning back on the couch, rolling his eyes.
"How could it be?! He isn't as tall as me!" Alex huffs, crossing her arms, the word 'Alexandera' still in her head.
"Please focus, back to what I was saying, there's some other explanation they are there..." Alphonse trails off, talking and staring at the ceiling, waiting a bit to let her cool off. He has a sudden interest on his rose necklace, delicately touching it with his fingers. The only thing to remind him of his mother.
Devin tries again to breathe deeply, he was just an earshot to here her last comment. Devin stops walking at the sudden realization.
Where is the bathroom?
He shrugs, his hands in his pockets, it was just an excuse to get away from the two anyway.
He starts to feel the smooth texture of the MP3 he stolen, really admiring the touch, searching for anything worth stealing around here, too.
I know, I know, I promised Alphonse, but what's the harm? This place is screaming out 'steal me', no one pays attention to a well-average height hedgehog, his confidence going over the top.
He starts to really catch an eye for a small vase, glassy and ever so elegant. The glass just near the stair cases too, so he'll steal what he can get and tell some information about what's up there too, everyone wins. He grins at how small and delicate it looks, someone will pay big to get one of those, he'll steal one easy. All he needs is some diversion. A diversion? It's easier to just take it and hide it in my pocket for Pete's sake, this is too easy... It's sort of sad not to find anyone stopping me. Oh, well.
[A2, Adriana's hotel room] [New Day: Day 4 9:00 AM] [Adri's View]
"Rain, rain go away," Ebony sings out of tune, on the couch, staring at the grey t.v, no vivid images popping up in motion. "Come again another day..." he still continues.
It can get pretty annoying at times, to others sick, but I'm used to this nut. Heh, I remember Jenn Jenn trying to get him to sit straight instead of slumping over or upside down. She's pretty much fed up with his lack of manner and even 'til this day tries to make him walk and talk properly. Lucky she doesn't have a ruler like other strict teachers.
"Rain, rain go away..." Ebony chimes again, failing at singing gently, more like loud and quite terrible. Ebony is pretty skinny for a hedgehog, also tall, it must have happened while he was transformed to a dark and power type. His red scark covering his skinny neck, black fur and a white patch of fur on his chest, army designed capris
I sit alone, watching the window drip with the extra drops from the storm it looks like. Nothing interesting happend today, just Ebony singing that's driving me nuts. I don't want to stop it though, he might some other more annoying ways to entertain himself. Instead I think about everything that happened so far.
I arch my back a bit forward to the window, focusing on the past. I touch my black finger tips together, remembering how my own twin brother failed to win the first point, I scoff at Andre's mistake. He shouldn't have been thinking of his self-centered self and worried if that Sonic is coming. Sonic, that makes me wonder how good he really is. Dimitri pointed out he is good, and saving the world pretty much proves it. Beating that hawk, Jet, is it? I need to get more information on each of them, the Sonic Team, I mean. Anyone of our teams will go and try to race off with Sonic teams pretty soon. But it's just a storm, the scheduled race would have gone on if one the teams they already settled on can't. So they're not doing it fair are they? No, just taking precaustions. So Jenny's team is going to verse next...
I spin my chair around, only seeing Ebony sleeping upside down, he's going to kill himself by accident one of these days.
I walk over to him, tilting my head to the side and amazed at how well balance he actually is. He's clearly away from falling over and breaking his neck or something. I might as well leave him and his concentration. Maybe concentration is over selling it. He's so... I'm getting a migraine at just thinking of his behavior. His childhood screwed him so much he acts like he's still ten, like Dimitri's. Both of them didn't have a chance to slow down their lives and actually do kid stuff, so now the 16 year old boys are acting like they're in their pre-teen years. When cooties existed or causing trouble as being a kid should be. Dimitri though can't control it as well as Ebony, Dim Dim never stays in a straight forward move.
I start to settle my eyes on his frame, some quills hide in his small brown hat, letting a big, quill with bents cover his left eye the rest in mohawk. I hate to say it though, but I really do care about this nut. Andre and Steel usually use them as a waterboy, I hate that, I have to admit. He's too innocent, too helpless to do anything but try and be friends with anyone. His eyes still seem closed but his mouth isn't, starting to chime in a small, quiet snore note.
"Thank the Lord, he's asleep." My ears flicker to the kitchen. The only other person in this apartment is Eric, he must be relieved to have the dreary singing over and done with.
"Well, that's not nice," I taunt, walking over and taking a chair and flipping it backwards and draping my arms over it.
"So is putting sleeping powder straight up his nose, but that's besides the point," he laughs lightly. He seems in an all out bliss mood, his quills are sort of in a disarray, a reverse mohawk I can only describe with some few quills messed up. He must have been up even before morning came along.
I see the brown, smooth wooden table to catch sight of a slim laptop. Light gray and the screen medium size I can agree on. Cup of steaming coffee on his left, too.
"What are your reading?" I ask him, trying to decipher these really weird words popping up the only one I can actually figure out is 'Security Report'.
"Hm? Oh, nothing. Checking and monitoring some things, I can't really trust that this place is safe. It's just a bunch of numbers and letters, you'll probably hurt your eyes if you tried to interpret all of them," Eric responds, distracted by the finding of his computer. Typical little Eric, always not trusting things and rechecking on things, too. I should have known he'll be one of the people suspecting something fishy around here. ...But why is it always him?
"Oh, well you're probably right," I agree slowly, looking ahead at the toaster, I can't seem to really pull myself in reality without thinking of other important things. I was sort of on the line of letting someone in this plan, my high expect ion was Eric, but screw that over, I really can't trust anyone, can I? 'Cept Arri of course... and that Shadow. I start to hear a loud snore ring from the living room to the kitchen.
"You can go, I'm pretty much boring you, aren't I?" Eric's distracting tone tells me. He looks as if he is thinking of something else, too. He isn't just staring at the computer, no, he's having some other idea, I just know it. It's wierd that I know what he usually is really doing, physics and dark types are really opposite, most of time we think too much of hate against each other to really get to know the others' interpretations. I muster in a fake smile, my attention in his eyes, the way they flicker toward the lap top and me.
I've been everything, but bored. Eggman took extra precautions, at least I hope he did. He usually sends me anything about the chaos emeralds to my sunglasses he thankfully added a small device in. It's nice to know that's the only thing that's getting messages, not even that Tails from Sonic's team or Eric can crack. But it's also a disadvantage, my glasses can easily be lost if I'm not careful which really makes me worry of that small little problem because it can be a huge disaster.
"Oh, no, I like the way things just pop out of nowhere," I lie, bring my knees closer and having my hands on them. The screen has a blue background, white letters and numbers popping up and typing on their own for any new information of this place, who's leading it and the regular rules for this building. All seems normal, something he won't get over with since he needed something unusual, abnormal... different.
"Oh, really?" Eric asks, surprised, his glasses pulled above his head. I snort, taking my hand out, using my index finger and putting on his square like glasses back to his face. "Stop that, you're going to make me loose track," Eric warns unevenly, a small crooked smile forming on his lips. He raises his arm, his hand intertwining with mine, holding our hands in place, intending to push it away. I start to shiver at his warm touch against my cold fingers. He holds it for a few moments, contemplating again and gazing at our hands. Damn the red that creeps up my muzzle. His eyes seem to shift around our hands and his laptop, pouting for some reason. I stare at anything but him and his hand, embarrassed. After a few more seconds he drops it and my hand falls dead on my knee. He stares at me seriously and I gander back, trying to find some other thing to talk to about. Ever since we kissed it's been nothing but awkward silences and staring at each other later on after we were trying to avoid each other. It's sickening, well, to me... at times. Other times I really wish I can think it's sick, but I can't. I open my mouth and then close it, unsure of what we were talking about again.
"No, no, they look nice on you, I just like the glasses that's all," I smile a small smile, rubbing the back of my neck with the hand he touched. Skinny, rectangle like frames, black as the lines, his glasses are something to make fun of though, Andre gets a kick out of that.
"Gee, thanks," Eric mumbles sarcastically, pulling up his glasses back above his head, having a sudden change on reading things now. I frown and get over it quickly since he doesn't really care. I look around the kitchen, silence always my familiar company and I try again to interpret the numbers.
"... Hey," Eric suddenly cuts in the silence, not looking at me, just staring at his computer. He has that frown whenever he's dead serious, those matching eyes, too. I shift my eyes to him, staring at his profile, his glasses not fun to pick at anymore.
"Yeah?" I reply, my head still resting on my knees, turning my head to his direction, though he isn't. I'm starting to get this eerie feeling for some reason.
"You know," Eric chuckles nervously with a very weak smile, still staring at that damn laptop. "This is funny to ask you at how long we've been here, but, um, heh...," Eric trails off, rubbing the back of his head with his right arm, like he just thought of some dirty joke or something.
I didn't know what to do though. I stare at him, my muzzle is covered by my wrapped up arms, slouching even more.
"Um, you don't have anything to do with Eggman, right? I mean with all what's going on, he, planning the whole event again and you being all, well, anxious, I just, um..." Eric chuckles even more nervously, looking back at me and the laptop each second, his hands starting to tap fast on his lap. He sure does know how to set someone off. "I know you aren't apart of anything but a contestant, but for some reason somewhere in my head its just been nagging me just to ask. Just to make it official," Eric's grin starts disappear with a serious face, his glasses back, making me see a reflection of my own confusion.
I stare back for a moment and then with cold eyes, raising one eyebrow. "I'm not."
"You sure?" Eric asks again, getting closer to my face.
"Yeah," I answer again with such dully in a believable tone.
Eric didn't give up though. He screeches my chair around the right way, making me face him, he's already getting closer than he should be.
Inches apart, his face still staring right at me with that frown of his. And those eyes. Dammit, flashbacks of what happened on thatmorning are starting to appear in my head, like a slideshow, accompanied with the feeling I felt back then, too. Damn the muzzle, again.
I raise my head a bit from my knees, my ears starting to flatten and lower. I regain my senses though. He's just only checking to see if I'm lying, that's all, I have to keep reminding myself that. Nothing more, and I don't want anything more! ... I wish I didn't. Ones that check someone if they're lying, if they keep staring at you, not blinking so fast then you're okay. But if you start to look around any other place or look unsure then you're screwed.
Honestly, I can do this for hours, with any other friggin' person, but no, it's Eric. Again, why him?! Why am I anxious?! Just what he said. Am I really that easy to figure out for him?
This staring of his.... intense, especially at how close he is to me. Eric doesn't look like he's willing to try that same type of thing like last time, no, he's trying to guilt me or something. I know I can't tell him, I wish I can enforce that rule on me even more. His icy, cold stare seems to be in a forever continuation, he only blinks sometimes, not wanting to miss a second of my stare. I am not cut out to be an actor anymore, say good bye to that. I start to show an unsure face, leaning back further, my hands not draped anymore but on my lap. He leans forward every time I lean a bit backward. It's up to the point when I arch my back, trying to balance as much as I can. All this, and I'm managing not to gander or glance at other things but him. Sweat beading around the sides of my frame.
My red blood eyes start to turn a light rose color. I know this because Eric cracks a smile at how they changed color, knowing I'm a bit uncomfortable, but he still doesn't lean away! He's waiting for me to crack first before he stops. This could take hours... or a few minutes if he's lucky.
Distancing my mind on something else is pretty hard, but I'm trying, all with trying to have a poker face, too. The flashes of what happen in this kitchen start up again, the color of rose starting to show even brighter. Eric smirks a bit at how well this is going for him, his thumb near his lip, contemplating again. Dammit, damn, goddammit muzzle and let's not forget the oh-so helpful eyes, I frown at my thoughts.
Okay, I'm steering away from that moment and into Eggman's plans.... yes, something more professional like to think through. I should think of the glasses. I should really come up with a better place to actually hide them, but I don't own any other. If I get a new pair all of a sudden, after this whole test he'll just even more suspicious of me. This device is the only thing that is the weak point around here... maybe I should get the same exact glasses, they're pretty common. Eggman can sure buy me some if I asked, but then where to put the original ones? Maybe-
"Check..." Eric smirks, interrupting my thoughts with his thumb hanging on his lower lip. His icy blue eyes flicker to my sunglasses and then back at me with raised eyebrows.
"Wha-wha..." I stumble, staring at him with awe. I'm still arching and leaning back as he still leans closer. What is he talking about? More sweat forming near my forehead. My eyes aren't pink anymore, but multicolor, so confused.
Wait.... when I was thinking of the plans and the glasses ... did... I... look at the sunglasses and then at him...? Even if it was for a moment and back at him it'll still count. Crud... but...
No, no I couldn't! I was and am focusing on only him! I have to be, if not then I lost his trivia, all because now I have friggin' feelings for him that always throws me off! I grind my teeth at my thoughts. No, I don't have any feelings for him what-so-ever... If only I can lie better to myself than others, dammit.
"...Can I see those sunglasses for a second, Adri?" Eric asks with a soothing voice his gaze so relaxed and distracting. Also a hint of pride.
I can't believe it, he cracked me....
"Why would you want to see them?" I ask with an unsure face again, another set off. With a reflex I have both my arms on top of my head, touching the cool surface of the black, sleek glasses.
"Just curious of the brand, is it from here?" Eric lies with such a convincing voice.
"I don't know, it doesn't say... ca-can I leave now?" I ask, stumbling on my words as he slowly raises out his hands.
"Don't. Move," he warns, still with a light tone, not in a very serious way, but I know he is serious, just toying with me.
I stay still, looking at him with new eyes, how clever and... strong he is to knowing the truth. What an annoying hedgehog he is.
His warm hands stroking lightly on my hair, searching for my protective, cool hands, he's not looking up himself. No, he still stares at me with his smile, trying to find any other clues on my face. His smooth, warm hands touch and grasp my hands, moving them away slowly. I go with it until now, my hands start to shake his power off, trying to stay put, covering my sunglasses. I can not use any of my powers, if I do it's more like saying I am what he thinks I am, an automatic loss.
"Come on, let go, Adriana. This is only going to increase my suspicions," Eric tells me formally, frowning at how much of a fight I'm putting up. We both look like we're fighting over some cookie, neither of us going to quit anytime soon.
"By how much?" I mutter, one eye closed because of the strength he's using, so much more than me.
"... Hmm, I say 80%"
"Aren't you a harsh grader? That's more than half." I whine, glaring at him.
"More than enough, though," Eric retorts back at me, a smug look on both our faces.
He's starting to sweat now, glaring at me, too. Those icy blue eyes sending chills whenever I stare back.
And that's my limit.
I arch my back to last few inches that I can balance and fall over the chair, hitting the floor with a loud THUMP! Eric following.
It still didn't stop him, even if I fell flat out on the floor and he at my right side, my head hurting since I hit a nearby wooden cabinet. I can't fight back with my position, he's pulling all his might with his arms to get the glasses out of my grasp. It's as if the glasses are glued this hard.
"Stop, Eric!" I growl, both of my eyes closed, my hands starting to feel like spaghetti, ready to let the sunglasses slip off any moment.
"I'm afraid I can't do that. I'm sorry, but it's the only way I can stop worrying about you," Eric says calmly, my strength not even affecting his breathing, his emotions.
"Worrying about me? Eric, then you shouldn't be suspecting me at all and investigate any other person!" I growl, sounding so harshly at him, it's so unfair. Is his mind on backwards or something?
"I have my reasons," he answers dully, not returning the anger in my voice.
"You're.. so.. argh, I can't even come up with anything to call you right now!"
"Oh, you'll think of something after this," Eric smirks, lowering his head toward mine, his nose touching mine. Before I can react and slap that smirk off his face I shake my head away. "Are your eyes turning rosy red again?" He nonchalantly asks, trying to get a grip on my head, reducing my shaking. I close my eyes before anything else, trying to make believe this is some type of nightmare or dream, I can't decide. I still refuse, shaking my head beyond all means, as in saying no and getting away from his muzzle. Whimpering, I stop, exhausted, opening one of my eyes a bit, seeing he's reaching even lower to kiss me.
Argh! Why can't Ebony wake up from this all?! Why does he always sleep through everything Eric does?!
I couldn't escape, I'm slowly starting to slip my fingers away from the glasses, his eyes close and grasping harder on the glasses, having the opposite effect of all this. Like he knew this is what I would do if he tries to kiss me.
I brace myself, still trying to move my face away from his, he's still following. His necklace seems to be white, his emotions are all under control, the round crystal like stone didn't have a single mood color on it.
I-It's no use...
I close my eyes tight just waiting for this to be over quickly. Maybe Eric knowing what I'm up to is a good thing... strike that. It's the worst thing that can happen.
I grit my teeth...
Ka-konk!
A knock starts to bellow in the room. What? He stops all of sudden, shifting his eyes on me, seeing my reaction to this whole thing. I'm really, really uncomfortable, it's written all over my face. He licks his lips when I finally widen my eyes enough to see him stop. He moves away from my face and gets off me. I sit up, and watching as his eyes turn green to see who it is. I breath rigidly, still holding on to my glasses, no matter how much my arms ache to lower them down, my fingers on their original places. I really need to cool off...
"Damn that black hedgehog, he always ruins everything for me," Eric mutters, sliding his fingers in his head, combing out more of his messed up quills, pissed off. Finding more reasons to be mad at the visitor. And more reasons for me to be so relieved.
"Who is?" I breath out, some possibilities of black hedgehogs come up. There's Shadow, Andre, well, Ebony is here. There's only two I can think in a moment. I bring my knees closer to me.
"Just get the door, we're done for the day," Eric sighs, disappointed and glancing at me. I didn't sigh a relieve or anything, he's obviously observing my reaction to this. And now a 79% chance. I put my arms down, hauling up, wiping some sweat off my forehead and walking to the living room. He is such a.... gah, I still can't think of a name to call him, a name that describes what he just did. Abusive? No, something less than that, though, he didn't hurt me at all. I just hurt myself. Distracting is just another way of thinking of it, how relaxed and cocky he was to figure out I was a part of Eggman's plan that everyone said I'm supposed to refuse. And so close to kissing me again, how easy it was for him to go again... I shake the thoughts out of my head frantically and open the door. Aw, damn, that black hedgehog.
"Hey, Adri," Andre smiles widely, his dark voice starting to fill up the room with a new feeling of excitement and curiosity. He flips his hair out of his eyes to get a better view on things. His golden eyes half closed in a nonchalant way.
"What do you want?" I ask flatly, crossing my arms. He usually visits when something isn't right or any trouble he got into and as always I have to help. I can't really refuse, he's my best friend, unfortunately. He was pretty much the only childhood friend that was really around my whole life. His mouth was opening for some smart ass answer and then close, really looking at me, raising an eyebrow.
"Why is your hair all messed up? Your clothes seem wrinkled too." Andre points out, widening his eyes at the many possibilities from my image, his eyes having a hint of red in them. "You didn't do what I thought you did, you know... with that friggin'-
"Ah, ba-bop, dammit! Don't finish that sentence!" I burst out, covering my face with my hands, trying to chuck out those visualizations of what he was thinking of, also trying to hide my rosy red eyes and muzzle.
We both hear a faint chuckle, knowing someone, cough, cough, Eric is tapping in the conversation. He raises his hands in playful defence,"Okay, okay! Just wondering. Hahaha- now what really happened?" Andre says flatly at the ending, sounding so jubilant in the beginning, but that all washed away. Getting closer to my face, scrutinizing my reactions, one hand under his chin. Andre and Eric never seem to get along quite well, especially when I'm around. I wonder sometimes, but all I usually come up with is because they're too opposite, some just don't see eye to eye.
"Do I hear someone think very jealous thoughts?"Eric smirks, his hair still ruffled, his combing didn't help at all. He walks to the side of me, his arms grasping my waist and pulling me closer. I glare at him, just to taunt Andre, beating him at his own game. Eric lets go with a grin, the satisfaction of Andre's grinding teeth seem to have made his day. I elbow him, making him a few inches shorter from the strike and continue with a wincing grey hedgehog at my side. Andre's crooked smile returns, knowing they're even.
"Go on," I gesture.
"Well, Steel saw this shrimp steal something. How he knows? Because he was going to steal the vase at the same time. Now both of them won't let go of it. Turns out both of them want it," Andre informs, leaning on the door frame, tilting his head at me, his golden eyes gazing right at me with a smart alecky way. Andre always wears the same pattern as my sweater, black and grey stripes on his hoodie, except his didn't end around his midriff. Jeans instead of a mini jean skirt and black shoes instead of red boots. The white highlights at the edges of his quills, also going in the same array like Eric's, except his is more on his face, making him look discrete. Hm, and I wonder why fangirls like him. "We just need your help since you kind of have a rough idea on how to make Steel let go of things."
"That and you need someone to help play tug of war to get it out by force?" I chuckle lightly, my mood changing. Steel is always taking things that don't belong to him, it's no surprise he'll start today, though a wonder why he didn't start the day we came.
"Sure do, love, you might as well get Ebony and Eric," he says a bit sourly in the end, Eric glares at him at the pet name. I'm used to it, though, he's been hanging around with Steel too much.
"Okay, we'll see what we can do, though Eric is checking up on some things, so he might not come," I reason, looking up at Eric, noticing he took his glasses with him. Andre straightens his posture, his gold-like eyes a bit brighter at the thought.
"Even better!" Andre grins, seeing he woke up Ebony. "Good, you're up, be useful and come down stairs, we need someone to be the sheild if Steel gets refuses and swings."
Ebony smiles widely, flipping himself over and stands up nicely. "You got you're bait," Ebony assures, giving a thumbs up. Ebony, you don't have to be one of them... You don't have to always do what they tell you... I start to frown at the giddeness he's feeling of being called 'useful', like he isn't, he always is.
He marches in place, trying to stretch his legs and stands at the side of Eric, yawning and still pulling some muscles.
"Now, as for the nerd..." Andre thinks through, his black finger on his tan-like muzzle, the hidden eye closes in thought.
Andre stares at him with a cocky smile, dark circles around his eyes from lack of sleep but not lacking of causing trouble. "Heard that," Eric growls, his glasses back in front of his eyes, probably falling in place because of the sudden movement. It must have been Andre's thoughts again.
"You're not helping yourself," Andre snorts, walking ahead, taking notice of his glasses. Eric automatically brings his arms between his head, looking like he's in pain. Andre stops and turns around, showing that crooked smile of his, a twist of mischief though, those dark circles around his eyes only making him even more of the type that likes to beat around.
"He really needs to stop with his imagination," Eric mutters, talking to himself then Ebony or me.
"What did he say, I mean think?" Ebony asks him, one eye widens, like the letter C, and the other bright orange eye hides in his quills half open, showing a very questionable face. But he always has that expression. One eye wide open the other half way, twitching sometimes, when he's curious, content, or mad. It sort of gives people that first impression that he's an odd one, which he is, he even looks like he has problems with his appearance.
He looks over at me for a brief second and then away, a smug look on his muzzle. I can't see the rest of the expression, nor the answer.
"Dude, your face is so red!" Ebony laughs loud all of a sudden, pointing at him, which I still can't see.
Eric slaps away his hand, lowering his head as possible near his popped out collar. Usually a red and white plaid shirt with a big collar around his neck, acting like a shield sometimes, old faded jeans and red shoes, too. Ebony starts to die down, the only sound coming out of him were silent chuckles. Eric still didn't look over at me anymore and his collar is in the way so I can's see his redden face, oh how I wish I do, though. I mean he seen me red, though I rarely see him with a mood of embarrasment. Only getting the moods of cocky and smart ass from him.
"Hurry up ladies!" Andre yells, too much ahead, smiling a wicked smile. Ebony starts to run there, not wanting to dissapoint Andre while Eric and I take out own pace.
The three of us reach Andre, probably all imagining what Steel is going to do after this, probably take something from all of our rooms.
In a safe distance, Eric, Andre, and I stay upstairs, leaning on the railing as we see how we're going to pull this off. Dimitri is there too and so is some other faces. This brown kitsune and a red and black tiger stripped vixen. They seem familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. The brown fox seems to be sorry about this all, like he's polite or something, I couldn't put my finger on it. Having the same hairstyle as that Tails from Sonic's group. Speaking of him, I see the bright orange furry as a witness too. The blue blur, too, also that Knuckles. How did they get tangle in this. Other than that it looks like the rest of my friends and his are in their rooms, oblivious to what's going on near the brown staircases. The girl vixen looks the opposite, though. She's rubbing her temples, muttering a few words to herself. Ebony's marching down, grinning and greeting Dimitri. Dimitri weakly waves back, a hand over his chin and observing the whole match, much like I am.
"Let go of it," Steel growls through the whole thing. Not many of the workers who try and organize all the races are paying much attention to us. Guess they think its just teenage business or something. Some issue that they really don't want to re-live. Steel is a black enchinda, red arrow like designs at the middle of each dread lock, some bangs on the side of his frame, still going with a small, brown cap with the letters NY on top of his head. Army designed pants with black boots finish it off, like Ebony's pants and shoes. Now I know where Ebony gets the look from, really bad choice to follow.
"Why don't you? I had it first anyway!" the short hedgehog snarls back, his right hand on the neck of the elegant vase while Steel's is on the bottom. He has this gold colored fur that's really nice, resembles the color of the sun... or gold.
"Let go, pipsqueak!" Steel yells, giving the vase another tug, it didn't much help.
I am pretty much bored of the little brawl, but then, no, now it starts to hit me.
"Who are you calling a pipsqueak?! Huh?! Well, why don't you step on me already and collect your damn prize?!" the outrage in that gold colored hedgehog starts to make me question if I met these people.
Not until he starts waving his free hand, ready to aim at Steel's face that I really did know them.
***I gotta stop before I give anything away, XDD. How does Adriana know the three? Is their reunion going to push them all into a fun little race in a rain storm? Haha, I want to know XD.
EXTRAS: [Remake XDD]
"Oh, you'll think of something after this," Eric smirks, lowering his head toward mine, his nose touching mine. Before I can react and slap that smirk off his face I shake my head away. I close my eyes before anything else, trying to make believe this is some type of nightmare or dream, I can't decide. I wish to refuse. Whimpering, I stop, exhausted, opening one of my eyes a bit, seeing he's reaching even lower to kiss me.
I couldn't escape, I'm slowly starting to slip my fingers away from the glasses, his eyes close and grasping harder on the glasses.
I grit my teeth...
Ka-konk!
I open my eyes to see a funny look on Eric's face. He's frozen in place, his tongue sticking out with his eyes go smaller into round crystals and looking beyond me. "Ahhehhh....," Eric aches unevenly, smiling creepily. He has this squiggly smile on his face and shifting to the side, landing hard on the patterned floor, knocked out. What just happened?
I look over to see an active Andre, holding his weapon in front of him .... a big, steel.... pan?
He still has the thing in front of him, glaring at Eric's unconscious face, and Eric, looking like those anime things artists use. The ones with the 'X's' on instead of their eyes.
I tilt my head for some explanation, where this all would make sense. Hitting him with a pan isn't going to help later on, I mean now, yeah. But we can't always knock him into a comma.
I sit up, asking and looking up at the angered black hedgehog. "...How...- what are you doing here?!"
"The door... I'll pay for a new one. Dammit, Adri, you're lucky I didn't have a chainsaw." Andre snarls, looking over Eric.
Eric starts moaning in pain, holding his head with his hands. I couldn't see his face well, mainly because his back is in front of us.
"Damn that black hedgehog, he always ruins everything for me," Eric mutters, sliding his fingers in his messed up quills, still aching in pain.
"OH MY FREAKING BOB?! YOU'RE STILL HACKIN' ALIVE?!" Andre yells with acid in his tongue, raising his pan again. Aw... shoes....
Ka-Konk!
Lol, this was seriously going on through my head when I wrote that part out, XDDD. It didn't really happen in the story but it's nice to see there was another way of stopping Eric XDD, Andre took that littlerely, XDD. Would have been a nice comic, XDD, if only I can have a better drawing experience, XDD, I'll keep that in mind X33.
One more thing, I mainly get much help from Death Note! lol, if it wasn't for them I wouldn't have come up reasons for anyone not even thinking of Adri working for Eggman yet, making it more realistic I'm thinking, XDD. Yesh, Eric has a little L inside him, XDD.
XD ADRI XD
This was a reallly long chapter... plz review this long chappie, X33, I kept going back and forth to correct most of my usual grammar mistakes to make this the up-most best for readers XDD.