Disclaimer: If it doesn't sound like I own it, then I don't. It's really kinda self explanitory.
Can You Please Stop Looking at Me Like That?
It was a quiet day in the Granger dojo. Well, as quiet as it could get, anyway. Hilary was drill-sergeant-ing, Kai was brooding, Tyson was being obnoxious, Kenny was doing something or other on his laptop, Max and Ray were trying to keep Hilary from killing Tyson, and Daichi was hanging upside down from a tree and launching his beyblade repeatedly. Oh yeah, real quiet.
Kai, finally fed up with all of the annoying distractions, decided to leave the dojo for a little while, if nothing more than to rid himself of the pounding headache that had decided to make his head home. Sucks for him!
After walking down the street into town a little bit, he suddenly heard, "Get away from me you creeps!" Interest piqued, he followed the noise to it's origin, only to find a teenage girl being surrounded by a gang of burly-looking guys.
"Aww, the pretty girl is scared!" the biggest one of the bunch snarled. "Well pretty girl, you shouldn't be! Big guy Garth here won't hurt a hair on your pretty little head! Now your lips on the other hand..." he trailed off, leaving the girl to draw conclusions.
Which she did. She shuddered at the thought.
Garth slowly approached the quaking girl currently being held by his thuggish friends.
"I think she said to let her go," Kai called down the alley.
"Who said that?" Garth stupidly asked, looking all around the alley, finally coming to rest on Kai. "Oh look, it pretty-boy Kai. Why don't you got play with your tops or whatever."
"Yeah, I think I will," Kai said calmly, before yelling, "DRANZER! ATTACK!" Said beyblade came flying out of nowhere and somehow hit Garth's friend's pressure points, making them collapse instantly. Dranzer spun threateningly in front of Gareth, shielding the girl, who was now on the ground in a heap next to the passed-out boys. "Care to add a few scars to your face?"
Apparently Garth didn't believe Kai. So again, he stupidly said, "Oh please. Like you would."
"Watch me."
Dranzer leapt off of the ground, knowing what it's master wanted it to do without him telling it to. It crashed into Garth, leaving a bloody trail in it's wake. Then it once again returned to spinning on the ground in front of the girl.
"Told you." Kai calmly called back Dranzer, then slowly began walking towards Garth. "I suggest you run."
He didn't need to be told twice.
Kai's Point of View
After the idiot ran away, I walked up to the girl that had collapsed onto the ground.
"You okay?" I asked.
The girl groaned for a minute before her eyes fluttered open. "Who are you?" she mumbled.
"My name's Kai," I responded in a (extremely surprisingly) nice voice. Then I noticed how bruised and battered she was. "You need medical attention," I told her, genuinely concerned. It surprised me; I felt so worried about this girl and I had just met her. Weird.
"No, no. I think I'll be fine," she told me, trying to stand up. She stood for about three seconds before she fell back down. "Okay, maybe not."
"Here, let me help you."
"Thank you. Oh, and just so you know, my name's Cassidy."
We made it back to the dojo in one piece. I ended up carrying Cassidy, and on the way she completely passed out. It was quite the attention bringer when I walked in carrying an unconscious girl in my arms. Tyson wouldn't shut up as I started yelling for Hilary to bring me the first aid kit.
"Who is she, Kai? Where'd you find her? Why is she knocked out? Did you do that to her?" ect. ect. ect.
"HILARY! FIRST AID KIT! NOW! SHUT UP TYSON!"
The latter shut up with no further warning. Kai had that look in his eye that said, "Next person to piss me off will not live to see tomorrow."
A few seconds later, Hilary came scurrying into the room, first aid kit in hand. She almost dropped it when she saw Kai was carrying someone, much less a girl. "Oh my gosh! What happened?!"
"I'll explain later, Hilary. Just help me get her to the guest room and give her some medical attention." Hilary wordlessly followed Kai down the halls of the dojo to the guest room, where, after Kai left, she tended to all of the bruises and scrapes and other what-not that were a result of her encounter with Garth. Cassidy ended up having a deep cut on her cheek, a sprained left wrist, bruises shaped like hands from where Garth's cronies were holding her, and many cuts along her arms and legs from being tossed around the alley and onto the rough pavement. She even had one very long, but luckily relatively shallow, cut along her stomach. Hilary almost had to use a whole box of band-aids.
When Hilary was done, she called me back into the room and demanded that I tell her the story behind Cassidy's being here (Hilary didn't know Cassidy's name though). So I did. From the start, so it sounded something like, "Well, Tyson was being as obnoxious as usual so..."
After I finished explaining things to Hilary, I told her- yes, told, not asked- that Cassidy was going to be staying at the dojo until she got better. Or at least woke up. Then it would be up to her. As if on cue, a low moaning started coming from the bed.
"Where am I?" Cassidy sleepily asked.
"At the dojo," I simply answered. "You're going to be staying here for a while until you get better."
"But I have things I need to-"
"No," I interrupted her. "You're staying put." She gave me a weak glare, something I never saw coming, then sighed dejectedly.
"Fine. But honestly, don't expect me to be the perfect houseguest. I'm supposed to be somewhere right now."
"Then why don't you call them?" Hilary asked, holding up Cassidy's cell phone.
"Good idea. What's your name?"
"Hilary," she sweetly replied. She handed Cassidy her phone, then got up and left the room, leaving me and Cassidy alone.
I kept quiet- not something unlike me- until Cassidy was finished with all of her phone calls. Then she put her phone on the night stand beside the bed and looked at me expactantly.
"What?" I nearly growled.
"It was your brilliant idea to keep me here, Kai," she said, stating it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "So tell me, what am I supposed to do during the time period that you won't let me leave?"
"Rest. Heal. Get better."
"Besides that."
"Sleep."
"And?"
"Eat."
"And what else? Be bored out of my ever loving mind all day?"
"Go for it."
"You're impossible."
"Get used to it."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes."
"Did I ever have a choice?"
"Not really, no."
"You suck. Did you happen to know that?"
"I've been told."
"Good. You'll hear it again, too."