Okay, I'm back! Now, after the constant hangover that I suffered since new year's eve and christmas (its a week AFTER new year's eve. Dont ask me, it's a russian thing), the annoying relatives I had to meet, endure through the urge to punch several of their faces in...but i endured. I managed to get through the holidays without killing any of my annoying relatives, so you ought to congratulate me! Then again, I did break my little brother's arm by accidently sitting on it, so...
Moving on,I finally wrote this new chapter. It was in my head for the better part of a month but no matter what, I dont feel like its one of my best chapters. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it anyway! It's not as long as I would like but It's enough for now. So, without any further delays, enjoy the new chapter!
Oh, before I forget, I want to wish a Merry chistmas and happy new yearto all my readers and those who liked the story! :D
Sometimes I wish I could see the future. Then, half of the stupid stuff I do wont blow up in my face. I find it actually sad that six out of ten things I do end up with awful (for me) results. For example that one time when Kaede was ranting about the mess I left in the kitchen after I cooked some meals...I simply had to respond with sarcasm and my exceptionally witty remarks. Those knives nearly lopped off my head...
But then again, I doubt I actually want to see the future. There wont be any more surprises left for me that way. My existence will become even more boring! It would be fun for a few weeks but then it will lose it's fun. And then, would I actually be where I am today if I could see the future? Would I have helped Kitty if I knew that helping her would end up with my house exploding, killing Kakuzawa and being on the run later? I'd love to say yes, but you can never be sure.
The point is, my luck sucks. If I had known what doing that interview will bring me, I think I would've scrapped that idea.
- Alex, Alpha One
"Would you calm down? You're making me dizzy and I think you already created grooves on the floor," Kaede finally snapped after seeing Kitty walk in circles for over an hour. "I know that he's stupid sometimes but he can take care of himself."
Kitty stopped in her tracks, much to Kaede's relief and looked at the older woman. "I have an awful foreboding feeling. As if something exceptionally stupid was happening without me knowing about it and now it will lead to the destruction of the world and I was the only one who could stop it before happening," Kitty declared in monotone.
Kaede blinked. "Okay...that was...I think you're exaggerating," Kaede finally replied.
Kitty shook her head at that. "No. I'm not. Every time Alex leaves the house for over an hour, something bad happens. We're likely to see something on the news soon enough. Hopefully it wont be about some massive destruction caused by a particular idiot," she said with a sigh.
"Just calm down. You're just overthinking things," Kaede told her. "Alex is, surprisingly, smarter than that."
"Hey!" Nana called to them from the other room, catching their attention with the urgency in her voice. "You gotta see this!"
Exchanging glances they walked over to Nana to see her pointing at the TV screen, which happened to show the afternoon news.
"...as I already said, apparently one of Japan's most wanted, the Dilonius Alpha One, earlier this day had an interview with the director of our channel. We will air the official interview tonight, after the evening news," the newsman said.
There was a tense moment of silence where all three females simply stared at the screen.
"I'm taking back my words. He's an idiot," Kaede broke the silence and left to the kitchen.
"I'm going to kill him," Kitty declared with dedication.
Alex shivered uncontrollably as he walked down the street. "I got the sudden feeling that I'm going to be mutilated tonight," he murmured to himself.
Lowering his hat even lower he turned around the corner to approach a very familiar building. So far no one recognized him, thankfully. Then again, he still got some curious looks, mostly from his fancy suit and the sunglasses he wore.
Turning into the alley he casually walked to the back door of the building and fished out a small key from his pocket. Entering inside he was immediately greeted by sounds of tools and some shouts. Smiling to himself, he locked the door behind him and placed the key back to his pocket. He decided that he should've visited earlier and not a year after disappearing.
The first thing he saw were several of his ex-coworkers working on a car and soon after that, his ex-boss and pseudo-family, who was talking to a client.
"Oi!" he called over the noise. "Jirou!" Apparently, Alex startled Jirou as he jumped in surprise and quickly turned around to see who called him, only to gape in surprise. With a small smirk Alex pulled off his stocking cap and revealed his unruly black hair, which intensified his surprised face expression. He spread his arms wide and looked at Jirou with a grin. "Where's my damn hug?"
Unfortunately, everyone else noticed him as well. The other employees were gaping at him too and the client was pointing a finger at him, extremely pale and was stuttering something incomprehensible.
Alex raised an eyebrow as he locked eyes with the client. "Boo," he said in monotone. "I will eat you now," he said. The client paled even further, making Alex wonder how it was possible to become whiter than milk, before he quickly took several steps back before he completely fled the place. He watched as he fled and once the man was out of sight he broke into laughter, not expecting the man to actually flee in terror.
"Alex?" Jirou asked carefully.
"No, I'm Santa," Alex deadpanned. He pouted when he saw Jirou frown. He never took jokes well.
"Uh, not that I dont like you're surprise visit, but what are you doing here? Aren't you a fugitive?" Jirou asked slowly, as if he was talking with an infant.
Alex frowned at that. "I seem to recall something like that..." he paused, scratching his chin. "Nah, doesn't ring a bell," he finished with a smile.
"Oh...okay," Jirou said in length, clearly confused.
"Meh, doesn't matter. How are you? I haven't seen or heard a word from you for a year now!" Alex exclaimed.
"Eh...nothing much, really. After all the mess with the reporters stalking me things calmed down and everything was...well, normal," Jirou said, scratching his head. "So, is it true about..." he trailed off, looking uneasily at Alex.
"Ah," Alex said in understanding. A wrench and a screwdriver slowly rose from a nearby toolbox and floated towards Alex, where they started to orbit around his head. "Yeah, most of it," he replied, looking at Jirou intently. Jirou for his part took a step back, looking uneasily at the orbiting tools, clearly unnerved.
The male dicloni sighed, seeing that Jirou was uncomfortable with it, and returned the tool to their place. He couldn't really blame the man to begin with. One day he finds out that his apartment blows up, soldiers are looking for him and then he hears that he murdered a lot of armed soldiers and eventually Kakuzawa himself and soon after that, he finds out that Alex wasn't even a human. Alex never told him anything about that so who should he believe?
"Look, I know you're uncomfortable right now," he began somberly. "but regardless of everything I did, I'm still the same person. Sorry about not calling you or anything."
Jirou looked at him for several seconds before his posture visibly relaxed. "Nah, don't worry about it," he said as he approached him and slapped Alex on the back of his head so hard that he nearly fell off his feet. "And the next time you secrets like that be sure to tell me about it before things start blowing up!" he roared at him.
Alex laughed sheepishly as he rubbed his aching head. "Yeah, I'll be sure to notify you next time."
Jirou glanced at the other employees before he snapped at them. "What are you standing there for? Get to work!" he roared again and the guys quickly scattered away to resume their work, though they still sent Alex careful glances. "Come on, lets go to my office, you have a lot of things to tell me," Jirou said to Alex as he walked off to his small office.
And so, for nearly an hour, Alex sat there with Jirou, telling him about everything that happened, how he escaped from the institute, how life was on the streets, how he met Jirou, what happened after his apartment blew up, what happened in the institute, though he kept some details to himself, like where he lived and with who.
He also made sure to tell Jirou to watch his interview, something which surprised Jirou greatly. "Why would you give an interview?" Jirou asked incredulously.
"I'm an important person now, a famous one. I need to give my opinion on something, right?" Alex replied, making Jirou wonder if he was serious or not.
Soon enough, Alex decided it was time to leave before the police would arrive to arrest him. "So what will you do now?" Jirou asked curiously now.
"For now? Go home and stay low, like usually. Though I have a horrible feeling that I will be mauled and torn to shreds when I get back," he muttered the last part.
"Well, good luck with that. You didn't need to scare my clients by the way. I don't doubt that he called the cops," Jirou added with warning.
"Meh, its publicity for you. Tell them that I arrived on a UFO or something and you can get yourself a fortune," Alex said with a shrug. "I'll be sure to visit you in the future, though I wont tell you when. Be sure to tell your wife I said 'Hi' and tell your brother than I'm sorry I got him house blown up!"
"Yeah, yeah, get out of here," Jirou said with a small smile as he watched Alex disappear beyond the back door.
Ten minutes later the police arrived, along with a news crew.
"O-o-ow..." Alex whined as he lied face down in the garden with a furious Kitty standing over him. "The suit was new too..."
"Just shut up!" she snapped as she stomped his head deeper into the ground. "Why is it that every time you leave the house I'm seeing something related to you on the news? Don't you realize that the reason we tell you to stay here is to make the people forget about you? And what do you do? You do exactly the opposite!"
Alex rolled onto his back to look her in the eyes, ignoring the fact his position afforded him a full view of what was under her skirt. "Don't worry! Nothing will happen. It's not like I have anyone our address or anything else that might tell them where we are," he whined.
Apparently Kitty saw that his gaze was constantly wavering between her eyes and up her skirt. She leaned down to his face with a murderous scowl. "I'm this close," she showed him the tiny space between her index finger and her thumb, "to cutting off your legs to keep you in here."
Alex gulped, unsure but hoping that she wasn't serious. "Yes Ma'am!"
She looked at him for several seconds before nodded and removed her leg from his chest. "Good," she said as she left to enter the house. Alex caught sight of Kaede, who was watching the scene with a smug look on her face, apparently enjoying seeing Alex getting thrown around like a ragdoll.
"Why am I surrounded by women who seem to enjoy my suffering?" he asked no one in particualar.
"What was that?" Kitty snapped, glaring at him.
"Nothing Honey, nothing," he replied, still unmoving.
As soon as he entered the house he was stopped by a furious-looking Kitty. Before he could actually do anything she grabbed him a vector and hurled him into the garden, where she proceeded to throw him around, smash him into the ground a few times and stomp on him around a dozen times for good measure. He knew better than to fight back, because then Kitty will only get madder or worse, Kaede might join in to help her fellow female. So the only thing he could do is endure.
He decided to let Kitty cool down for a bit and so he decided to stay on the ground. He was body was aching as well. Besides, the clouds were interesting today.
The memories of what he said during the interview surfaced and gulped, wondering what Kitty will say about that, or more accurately, do about it. Maybe it would be smart to get out of the house during the evening, but then Kitty will only get madder.
He sighed in resignation. Either way he will have to suffer.
With a groan and a wince from his aching bones he got up to his feet and sluggishly walked to the house. He might as well get some decent sleep before he was murdered by Kitty.
She backflipped over the low vector strikes and nimbly landed on her feet, retaliating with two vectors that disrupted Alex's attack, forcing him to dodge to the side, exactly where she wanted him.
As soon as Alex landed he was intercepted by a pair of Amy's vectors. Unfortunately he manage to dodge the brunt of the attack by slamming his own vectors into the ground, pushing himself into the air. Unfortunately for him, one of her vectors still clipped him by his feet and it sent him careening to the side., where he landed painfully.
Amy charged on, raising her vectors and slamming them on Alex, but he simply rolled along on the ground at amazing speeds to get away from the attack, pushing himself out of the way with his own vectors. Just as she was about to crush him he changed directions, sending himself straight at her.
Before she managed to do anything he was already upon her, slamming his head into her chin. With a pain-filled yelp she tumbled back and rolled away and just in time as the ground that she landed on erupted with several deep gouges.
She quickly regained her footing, much faster than Alex anticipated, and sent all her vectors into the male dicloni. He managed to deflect all of them but one, which slammed deep into his stomach, knocking out the air from his lungs and sending him to the ground. Amy didn't slow down to celebrate her successful attack but simply charged on. Grabbing hold of his leg, she raised him into the air and quickly, with all her might, slammed him back into the ground. She did it again and once again. After the third time he wasn't moving, much to her glee. With a yell of victory she threw him into the wall, where a spiderweb of cracks spread from the point of impact.
Amy stood there, panting, trying to catch her breath as she looked at her beaten foe. She slowly approached him, limping from a solid hit he landed on her left leg. Once she was close enough she could see the injuries she inflicted in great detail. He was bleeding from a gash on the side of his head, painting half of his face in red. His shirt was mostly torn and the left side of it was soaked in red from a small gash she inflicted on his ribs. He was also covered in dirt and sweat. She herself didn't come out of the fight unscathed. Beyond her injured leg she had a torn lip from his headbutt, a few broken ribs and a small cut on her shoulder. Her right sleeve was entirely missing, along with a good portion of the shirt, revealing one perky breast.
As she watched his unmoving body she slowly started to smile until not before long she was outright grinning at the scene. If she wasn't so exhausted she would've probably laugh her ass off and break into a victory dance. After so long she finally managed to beat the bastard!
Unfortunately, her celebration was cut short when a single vector erupted from the ground, caught her by the throat and slammed her face-first into the ground. She released a muffled groan filled with pain as the vector pulled her up, where she saw Alex slowly rising to his feet, grinning at her before she was slammed into the ground again.
She blacked out for a few second after the second impact but quickly regained control of her senses and re-summoned all her vectors to fight back. Unfortunately, that did nothing to help her as she was slammed against the wall, all her limbs and vectors pinned down and held tightly, leaving her defenseless.
Amy angrily watched as Alex slowly limped toward her, still victoriously grinning, and when he finally was right in front of her he grabbed her neck. She fought back against the hold but to no avail. She watched him with as he pulled her head slightly towards him as he leaned himself. She felt his other hands move over her body, pausing for a moment over her revealed breast before it continued up until it stopped on her cheek. When his face was right in front of her she closed her eyes. She could sense the smell of blood and sweat coming from the man in front of her and felt his hot breath on her lips, which only drew closer and closer until...
"Hey! Wake up!"
Amy awoke with a surprised squeak, nearly falling off the couch as she jerked awake. She blinked in confusion and realized that she was in Diane's room, lying on Diane's couch, with Diane staring at her oddly.
"Huh?" was her intelligent response.
"Uhm, you fell asleep and then you started groaning and...uh, moaning all of a sudden so I, uh, woke you up," Diane said slowly, looking at Amy curiously. "Was it a bad dream?"
Amy still stared at Diane blankly before her mind registered what the girl said. As soon as her brain finally started working she groaned to herself. Not even in her dreams she could manage to defeat that smug bastard! She vowed to herself that she would request a rematch the next time she would meet him. The last part of the dream though was...unexpected. Very unexpected. She glared at Diane with a red face, who flinched at her gaze, for interrupting her sleep, and more importantly her dream.
"Yeah, it was a bad dream," she finally said with a sigh. "Damn smug bastard," she muttered under her breath, not loud enough for anyone to hear.
"Oh, okay," Diane trailed off before she looked at Amy curiously. "What was the dream about?"
Amy's brain inadvertently returned to the last moments of her dream and her face reddened as a result. "Uh, fighting," Amy said, not exactly lying.
"Ah," Diane looked at her suspiciously. "Are you sure?" she asked her with narrowed eyes, noting the heavy blush on Amy's face.
"Yes. Very," Amy said with a nod.
"If you say so..." Diane trailed off before she perked up. "Oh, I woke you up because Alpha One is going to be on TV!" she said excitedly.
This caused Amy to perk up, both in confusion and surprise. "What?"
"Well, he's not going to be on TV actually, its just an interview but its recent. It should start in about an hour or so. Didn't you say you met him?"
Amy proudly puffed up her chest. "And fought him too!" and then she deflated. "And horribly lost."
"Eh? You never told me that!"
"Its...uh, quite embarrassing. I don't like talking about that," Amy said, looking away. "He utterly kicked my ass."
"But...you're tough! I cant even hit you!" Diane exclaimed in surprise. Amy gave her a blank stare, deciding to keep her mouth shut. Diane was learning how to fight for only a little over a day, of course she wouldn't be able to hit her.
"Alex was trained to fight against us, so he's a lot better than me but I will defeat him one day. With enough training, he wont be a match against me," Amy declared with gusto, ignoring the odd look Diane was giving her. "Right now he's sitting on his ass doing nothing while I am only getting better, so its only a matter of time!"
"Okay. Who's Alex?" Diane asked, interrupting Amy.
"Oh, its Alpha One. That's his name," Amy explained, getting a nod of understanding from Diane. "Well, I must admit that I'm curious. I wonder what he said on the interview...hopefully he didn't mention me..." she muttered.
Diane continued looking at her friend as she continued ranting about all the ways she would defeat and punish Alpha One, which only made her wonder what kind of a relationship they had and how they met.
Alice took a sip out of her glass of warm milk, grabbed the remote and crashed on the vacant couch. After a moment the dark room was illuminated by the TV.
It was like a usual routine for her. Pick a house, preferably empty, break in and use all the conveniences until morning. She fixed the towel around her head and the towel around her torso before taking another sip from her drink. The opportunity to have a good, warm shower and enjoy some real food was also very appealing and Alice more than once found herself breaking into apartments and houses on a daily basis whenever she was too far from their sanctuary.
She surfed through the channels, looking for something interesting to pass her time with, until she stopped on a show that caught her attention. The simple mention of Alpha One was enough to freeze her, stopping herself from changing the channel.
She saw a young black-haired man speaking about what he went through in the institute, answering the interviewers questions and giving his opinion on certain matters. She sat absolutely frozen, barely even blinking as she watched the interview, swallowing every word that came out of the young man's mouth. She watched how he spoke, how he acted and gradually found herself angered by how easily he spoke about what they went through, as if it was something so...casual. She grit her teeth as she continued listening to him speaking like that, so lightheartedly. Soon enough, much too soon for her likings, the interview was over and she found herself watching some uninteresting show about something which she never even cared about.
She stood up and threw the remote down to the couch before she stormed into one of the bedrooms and started rummaging through the closet until she found some clothes that fit her size. Her old clothes were in a bad shape and were earning her too many stares. Finally settling for a pair of blue jeans and a white blouse she threw away the towels, dried her hair and got dressed.
A few minutes later she left the apartment wearing her new clothes and a new blue stocking cap which she quickly donned to hide her horns. She needed to get back to the sanctuary. She finally found a way to contact Alpha One and knew for a fact that he was in town, which was a good things for her plans.
Soon enough she will meet with him face to face and then he will pay.
"And stay out!" was the thing he heard before his head hit the ground. Alex groaned as he rolled onto his back and watched Kitty glaring at him with murder in her eyes. "'Can't blame her for being unable to resist my nonresistant self'? You should be thankful that I'm not castrating you now!" she shouted at him and he winced at the volume.
Alex realized that he was absolutely right. As soon as Kitty heard the interview she went berserk. At least she had the decency to wait until they stopped airing it before she threw him out of the house. He dejectedly watched as she walked back to the house and locked the doors, leaving him the chilly garden. A cold gust of wind blew by, sending shivers down his spine.
"Totally worth it," he said with conviction and a small grin.
Yeah, totally worth it, eh?
So yeah. That's it basically. Not a very long chapter, admittedly but I think its enough for now. Sorry for not updating for so long. Anyway, thanks for reading the story!
Special thanks go to my beta reader who fixed all the previous chapters so far! Thanks again!
Thank you all for reading my story and enjoying it! I gladly accept constructive criticism, any ideas, suggestions or just plain opinions! Heck, you can tell me my story sucks, but at least provide a reason :P Leave all of the above in a review! I'll be sure to read it and take it into account. The story will only get better that way. Thanks again!
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Until next time, Delvaro out.