Return of Kira: Part Two-Betrayal

"You what?" Theory giggled in disbeilef.

 

"Tricked her... Wasn't hard to do surispingly."

ooc sorry for that comment Lana/Demi!

 

"You just tricked her into pulling her shirt off? You know that's not exactly a nice thing to do and Luna will be rather upset you did that when she finds out I expect. These kinda things always to come out."

 

A wide grin spread on Kain's face as he walked around outside. "Man matt's gonna be pissed that I ------ his girl. I mean, if he finds out about that.......but then again, he'll probably be more pissed off that I didn't give her the warning...." he muttered as he walked away.

ooc: I got bored, so I thought I would post that. Besides, kain already knows about Blondie.

 

OOC- Matt's fault she f*cked Kain in the long run <_< >_>

 

ooc: rofl. Mind of Jake has a turn with her now? (I aint serious, but that would be sorta funny. She would sorta be like the 'kira team ****'.

Oh well. Now all I can do is play as the kid with the death note and hurry things up with cherry and genesis. So until then.....(Sneaks behind demmy and bites neck, and begins drinken blood). I'll just hang around (I am in a vampiric mood)

 

He hanged his head.

 

"Why on earth did you do that?"

 

"I'm sorry. Told you things would be better without me."

 

"Hey, don't have to appologise to me." Theory shrugged. "And that's not true Near. Silly goose."

 

He nodded while pushing the truck back and forth. The truck slipped from his hands and went rolling away from him. "Oh noes. Not zeh truck." He got up and went after it, tripping over the table. "Owie. Evil table, let's burn it.... I'll go get the matches." He walked over to the truck and picked it up then walked out of the lounge and towards the elevator

 

"Near! What the heck you can't just go burning stuff you pyro!" Theory exclaimed jumping out of her seat. Not doubting for one moment that he would infact burn the table, and most likely most of the hotel down with it. It was Near after all, the guy with zero social and life skills. And when drunk with no inhibitions... well, it could go distariously wrong.

Lana was obviously out of action at that moment in time, seeing as she too was drunken, it seemed to be down to Theory to stop his downright maddening weirdness. A challenge she wasn't looking forward to.

 

He got to the elevator and pressed the up button

 

"Near, come on. You'll get in trouble for burning the table you know, right?" Theory said as she caught up with him, hoping that reason would still work on him. Though, after what he'd just admitted she was starting to wonder if she knew him at all anymore. So much had changed since they'd last met. At least, for Near a lot had changed. His entire world was completly different now, her's was still the exact same. So, maybe what she thought she knew about him and how his mind worked wouldn't work anymore. But still, it was worth a shot, right?

 

He looked down. "Fine... The table will not be burned... This time."

 

"Good, now go and sit back down with your truck. Alright?" Theory asked, steering the young man away from the elevator doors. Inwardly gleaming with pride that she seemed to of successfully defused the situation that was at hand. At least for now anyway. Which was good enough for her.

 

"No I wanna go up."

 

"And go where Near?" Theory asked.

 

"...My room of course."

 

"Didn't you say Luna was asleep there? You ever seen her when she's been woken up by someone? It's not pretty I can tell you..." Theory shuddered, speaking from experience. Lana wasn't best know for being a morning person, perticulary when she's been forced into being awake. Infact, when it'd been Theory waking her up she'd been downright violent and kicked her in the face. And a Lawliet Coperia kick was something to fear, perticularly when it was your nose on the receiving end of it. Theory full heartedly sympathized with any guy that Lana had kicked in the balls at any point, because if getting kicked in the face hurt that much she could only imagine what being kicked down there must feel like.