Superstuck chapter 2
AN: yo here's chapter two!
Bonus points to those who know why I used Cecilia for Terezi's human name!
TW: strong language
Chapter two- The Meeting
"So, you met another super?"
Cecilia's scratchy voice rang out through the crowded coffee shop. Kyle thought that her enhanced hearing would've tipped her off about how loud she was speaking. Apparently not.
"Yes. I did. Keep it down." He half-whispered.
"Ooh. Gimme the deets."
Kyle groaned.
"Is this why you told me to meet you here? Because you "saw" me meet a super in an alley?"
Seeing the future was the only kind of sight Cecilia had left, after an accident when she was seven. Even then, she couldn't see much, but she always found ways to annoy Kyle with it.
"I thought that much was obvious. And I'd like to know those details sometime in the next century, so hurry up."
Kyle sighed.
"He was an asshole. He harassed me in an alley. Knocked the wind out of me with the butt of his sword and ran away."
Cecilia smiled.
"Nice. Did it bruise?"
"No. I was hit with a solid metal sword in the chest and the douche hero put a fucking My Little Pony Band-Aid on it and kissed it all better. Of course it fucking bruised!"
"And what did poor you do to deserve it?"
Kyle threw his hands in the air.
"Who the hell knows."
"Aw come on. You had to have provoked him. Unless he was some kind of metro jerk, you always do something."
Kyle sighed.
"Okay... I may have provoked him a little... But still fuck him."
"Who was he?"
Kyle angrily took a sip of coffee.
"Hell if I know. He was in costume, and it was too dark to see him clearly."
"Oh, so he was one of those hotshot vigilantes?"
Kyle rubbed his temples.
"Yeah. He was acting like he had some special privilege or whatever the fuck."
"What did he look like? I've been hearing about a super who's been terrorizing this part of the city lately. Calls himself the Red Knight."
"He was wearing red..." Kyle grimaced when he remembered the hero's most annoying attribute. "Does the Red Knight wear shades over a mask?"
Cecilia nodded.
"That is one of the most common descriptions of him. Although I've also heard he's very handsome..."
Cecilia took off her dark sunglasses she normally wore and wriggled her eyebrows at Kyle. Well, not exactly at Kyle, it was more in his general direction, but he got the point.
"Fuck you."
Cecilia put her glasses back on and said in a faked "suburban white mom" voice:
"Don't use that language with me young man! Remember just who bought you this goddamn coffee because you're too lazy to get a job!"
Kyle took a sip of his coffee while muttering an excuse.
"That's better," Cecilia said.
The bell on the coffee shop door jingled, and in walked a single customer.
Cecilia suddenly sat up straight.
"I smell an asshole. Is he here?"
Kyle had no idea what she meant until he got a good look at the customer. He looked familiar. After about thirty seconds of Kyle thinking Do I know this fucker? he put two and two together.
It was the Red Knight.
"Fuck, it is him."
Cecilia grinned from ear to ear.
"Hey sunglasses! What's your na-"
Even though Kyle had quickly put a hand over Cecilia's mouth, the unfinished sentence still caught the Knight's attention. He strolled over to their booth and sat across from Cecilia, next to Kyle.
"My name- that's what you were asking, right?" He said to Cecilia, who nodded. "My name is Dave. Who are you?" The knight raised an eyebrow.
Kyle groaned and put his head on the table. Could Cecilia be any more direct?
"I heard that, asshole," She turned to Dave, "I'm Cecilia, and this," she gestured to Kyle, "is the receiving end of the butt of your sword."
"Did you know he was going to be here?" Kyle groaned.
Cecilia let out a scratchy giggle.
"Yep. Thought you two may need to... talk things out." She said. That was obviously not the reason, however.
Cecilia grinned.
"You knew I was going to be here?" Dave asked.
"Of course. I just said so. You need to learn to listen, Dave." Cecilia answered.
Dave turned to Kyle.
"So, hottie. Lemme see that bruise."
"What!?"
"You heard me. I want to see what kind of damage this fine piece of ass can do!"
"No!"
"Why not?"
At this point Cecilia was in hysterics. She was laughing so loudly Kyle was surprised no one was staring.
Kyle felt his body temperature rising. He took a few deep breaths. He definitely didn't want to set anything on fire.
"We're in public. Am I the only one who realizes that?" Kyle hissed through clenched teeth.
Dave smirked.
"Get a room!" Cecilia said between giggles.
"Fuck you!" Kyle nearly screamed.
Kyle glared at Dave for what seemed like an hour while Cecilia calmed herself down.
"You know," Dave whispered, "I could take you somewhere not public..."
Kyle immediately started blushing furiously.
"The fuck do you mean by that?"
"It's not what you think!" Dave said, laughing, "I legitimately want to talk to y'all about something important, but we can't do it here."
Cecilia stopped smiling, and a nearly uncharacteristic serious look etched her features.
"I'm listening."
"Just... follow me." Dave looked around the shop, then stood up. Cecilia immediately followed.
Kyle paused for a moment, before following suit.
If this is some sort of trap, I'm sure as hell making sure Cecilia isn't caught in it.