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Cotton Candy 13 - Acanthus 12 - Angel Cake 10 - Novelty Beads - Glitter
Name: Kana
Title: Protection
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya, Nick
Colors: Cotton Candy 13 Lemonade stand - Acanthus 12 Broken bottle - Angel Cake 10 Protector
Supplies and Styles: Novelty beads (http://imgur.com/1oC63) – Glitter (Impulse)
Word count: 1241
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Mentions of violence
Summary: Assholes like that make their blood boil...
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
They are sitting on the terrace of the cantina. Needing some time to catch their breath. Training was exhausting. An entire hour, longer even, free fighting. Full speed, full force. Just fighting. Karate, kicks and punches, dodging and attacking and blocking. It's tiresome and it is fun. Certainly if you make it a competition. Like they did.
"Training was nice."
Freya smiles - has her eyes closed against the sun - and nods.
"It was. Certainly your fight against Rob. It was awesome to look at."
She can feel Nick's eyes on her. Doesn't react to it though.
"Our fight was pretty awesome as well."
There is an unspoken message attached to the words. One Freya can hear without a problem. One Nick will not voice.
"Yeah."
Opening her eyes and turning her head to look at him.
"Our fight was pretty awesome as well. It felt good. Despite that one kick against my jaw."
Unconsciously she brings her hand up, fingers gently probing her face.
Laughing she places her hand on top of his when she sees the concerned look on his face. Knowing he's feeling incredibly guilty that he hit her so hard during their fight.
"Hey, don't worry. I can handle a blow when I'm not fast enough to prevent getting hit."
Freya leans back in her chair when she sees Nick shake his head. The smile on his face tells her she managed to reassure him.
"I'm surprised the others didn't stay for a drink..."
She sees her training's partner take a look at his watch.
"Strange indeed. But, do you mind leaving? I still need to go buy a birthday present for my sister."
Shaking her head Freya gets up, swinging her bag over her shoulder.
"Want to join me for shopping? Or do you need to get home?"
It's a surprised look that crosses her face for a second. "No, nothing planned. And yeah, I'd like to join for some shopping if you don't mind. But seeing we pass my apartment on the way to town, I'm going to drop my bag inside. You're welcome to drop yours off as well."
Nick smiles when they step on their bikes. "I was hoping I could drop my bag at your place. Not so comfortable shopping when carrying it around all the time."
It makes her laugh. The silence that falls is a comfortable one. As it usually is. Quickly they drop their bags at Freya's place before cycling towards town.
"I honestly have no idea what to buy her."
Freya shakes her head. "Oh come on. Your sister is an easy person to buy gifts for. It can't be hard to find something within the next hour."
-
Smiling Nick warps an arm around Freya's shoulder. "You were right. It was very easy to find a present for my sister."
She laughs and nods. Eyes suddenly catching a lemonade stand in the middle of the walkway.
"You want a drink?"
Before he can answer, Freya takes a hold of his hand, dragging him across the street.
"Two orange lemonades please."
She pays before he can protest. Her hand on his shoulder, rubbing his arm soothingly. "I'm happy today. Let me treat you for once."
He's such a stubborn gentleman. Never allowing her to pay if they go somewhere for a drink or dinner.
They continue their walk. Slowly. Taking their time. It's not as if they have to go somewhere.
The sound of breaking bottles and screams make them turn around. Eyes wide open when they see some guys breaking off the lemonade stand, throwing the bottles to the ground and Freya flinches when one of them slaps one of the girls selling the drinks.
Surprised she looks aside when she feels Nicks hand on her wrist. Holding her back. She hadn't realized she'd stepped forward. "Nick..."
Her voice is pleading. A little bit desperate. It makes him nod slowly. Thoughtfully. "I know."
They look back towards the scene when they hear the girl scream all of a sudden. One of the guys is standing in front of her. One of the broken bottles in his hand, threatening her. There is a cruel smile on his face. One that makes Freya shiver. She sees one of the bystanders take out his cell phone, calling the police.
Neither of them is really thinking when they all but run forward. They arrive at the same time. Freya pulling the frightened girl behind her back. Nick standing protectively by her side, his hands raised in a peaceful way. Trying to prevent another fight.
The smell of alcohol is clearly present whenever the guy moves or speaks. Freya wonders how he manages to stand still. She'd have toppled over long ago...
Vaguely she notices how Nick is trying to reason with him. Asking him to put the glass down. Not wanting anyone to get hurt. She can hear the guy sneer. Not the least impressed. She takes a deep breath and backs away a little when the guy lashes out with the broken bottle. Out of the corner of her eyes she sees Nick has the same reflex. It makes the guy laugh. And Nick narrows his eyes. Hands balled to fists. "Nick..."
Another whisper. One she knows he heard when she sees him stretch and flex his fingers again. Trying to calm down, trying not to lash out himself.
Still laughing the guy launches himself towards Nick. Freya braces herself while the girl behind her screams again. She's not afraid. Not for Nick. He can defend himself perfectly. She nearly smiles when she sees how he raises his hands in defense and sets himself in the well-known fighting stance.
The guy is effectively stopped in his movement when Nick's foot connects with his abdomen. A perfect executed Mae Geri - forward kick. He drops the bottle when he bends forward, arms clutching his belly. At the same moment a police officer makes his way through the crowd. Looking surprised at the scene in front of him. The guy, on his knees, on the ground. Nick, still standing in a fighting stance, arms still in front of him, hands lightly balled to fists. Freya, smiling slightly, standing next to her training's partner and the girl from the lemonade stand looking over Freya's shoulder.
-
"I don't understand."
She looks questioningly at him across the table. After the arrest the police had to take everyone's statement. And when they were finally able to go, it was about time for dinner. It was easy to convince Nick to go eat something in their favorite restaurant.
"There were so many people on the walkway, so many... And nobody reacted. Nobody did anything to help that girl. That guy would have had no chance to do anything if more people would have stood up against him. Why did everyone just... stand there, watching, without doing anything?"
Freya shakes her head. "I don't know. Scared?"
She sees Nick roll his eyes. "For that guy?"
The tone of his voice makes her smile.
"Perhaps not really for him. But more... How to say it? Being scared they'd be the only one who'd react and thus standing alone in front of him and end up getting beaten?" Freya shrugs. "I don't know. It's not my way of thinking..."
They quickly drop the subject when their food arrives. No need to spoil dinner by recalling the unpleasant incident.
Title: Protection
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya, Nick
Colors: Cotton Candy 13 Lemonade stand - Acanthus 12 Broken bottle - Angel Cake 10 Protector
Supplies and Styles: Novelty beads (http://imgur.com/1oC63) – Glitter (Impulse)
Word count: 1241
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Mentions of violence
Summary: Assholes like that make their blood boil...
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
They are sitting on the terrace of the cantina. Needing some time to catch their breath. Training was exhausting. An entire hour, longer even, free fighting. Full speed, full force. Just fighting. Karate, kicks and punches, dodging and attacking and blocking. It's tiresome and it is fun. Certainly if you make it a competition. Like they did.
"Training was nice."
Freya smiles - has her eyes closed against the sun - and nods.
"It was. Certainly your fight against Rob. It was awesome to look at."
She can feel Nick's eyes on her. Doesn't react to it though.
"Our fight was pretty awesome as well."
There is an unspoken message attached to the words. One Freya can hear without a problem. One Nick will not voice.
"Yeah."
Opening her eyes and turning her head to look at him.
"Our fight was pretty awesome as well. It felt good. Despite that one kick against my jaw."
Unconsciously she brings her hand up, fingers gently probing her face.
Laughing she places her hand on top of his when she sees the concerned look on his face. Knowing he's feeling incredibly guilty that he hit her so hard during their fight.
"Hey, don't worry. I can handle a blow when I'm not fast enough to prevent getting hit."
Freya leans back in her chair when she sees Nick shake his head. The smile on his face tells her she managed to reassure him.
"I'm surprised the others didn't stay for a drink..."
She sees her training's partner take a look at his watch.
"Strange indeed. But, do you mind leaving? I still need to go buy a birthday present for my sister."
Shaking her head Freya gets up, swinging her bag over her shoulder.
"Want to join me for shopping? Or do you need to get home?"
It's a surprised look that crosses her face for a second. "No, nothing planned. And yeah, I'd like to join for some shopping if you don't mind. But seeing we pass my apartment on the way to town, I'm going to drop my bag inside. You're welcome to drop yours off as well."
Nick smiles when they step on their bikes. "I was hoping I could drop my bag at your place. Not so comfortable shopping when carrying it around all the time."
It makes her laugh. The silence that falls is a comfortable one. As it usually is. Quickly they drop their bags at Freya's place before cycling towards town.
"I honestly have no idea what to buy her."
Freya shakes her head. "Oh come on. Your sister is an easy person to buy gifts for. It can't be hard to find something within the next hour."
-
Smiling Nick warps an arm around Freya's shoulder. "You were right. It was very easy to find a present for my sister."
She laughs and nods. Eyes suddenly catching a lemonade stand in the middle of the walkway.
"You want a drink?"
Before he can answer, Freya takes a hold of his hand, dragging him across the street.
"Two orange lemonades please."
She pays before he can protest. Her hand on his shoulder, rubbing his arm soothingly. "I'm happy today. Let me treat you for once."
He's such a stubborn gentleman. Never allowing her to pay if they go somewhere for a drink or dinner.
They continue their walk. Slowly. Taking their time. It's not as if they have to go somewhere.
The sound of breaking bottles and screams make them turn around. Eyes wide open when they see some guys breaking off the lemonade stand, throwing the bottles to the ground and Freya flinches when one of them slaps one of the girls selling the drinks.
Surprised she looks aside when she feels Nicks hand on her wrist. Holding her back. She hadn't realized she'd stepped forward. "Nick..."
Her voice is pleading. A little bit desperate. It makes him nod slowly. Thoughtfully. "I know."
They look back towards the scene when they hear the girl scream all of a sudden. One of the guys is standing in front of her. One of the broken bottles in his hand, threatening her. There is a cruel smile on his face. One that makes Freya shiver. She sees one of the bystanders take out his cell phone, calling the police.
Neither of them is really thinking when they all but run forward. They arrive at the same time. Freya pulling the frightened girl behind her back. Nick standing protectively by her side, his hands raised in a peaceful way. Trying to prevent another fight.
The smell of alcohol is clearly present whenever the guy moves or speaks. Freya wonders how he manages to stand still. She'd have toppled over long ago...
Vaguely she notices how Nick is trying to reason with him. Asking him to put the glass down. Not wanting anyone to get hurt. She can hear the guy sneer. Not the least impressed. She takes a deep breath and backs away a little when the guy lashes out with the broken bottle. Out of the corner of her eyes she sees Nick has the same reflex. It makes the guy laugh. And Nick narrows his eyes. Hands balled to fists. "Nick..."
Another whisper. One she knows he heard when she sees him stretch and flex his fingers again. Trying to calm down, trying not to lash out himself.
Still laughing the guy launches himself towards Nick. Freya braces herself while the girl behind her screams again. She's not afraid. Not for Nick. He can defend himself perfectly. She nearly smiles when she sees how he raises his hands in defense and sets himself in the well-known fighting stance.
The guy is effectively stopped in his movement when Nick's foot connects with his abdomen. A perfect executed Mae Geri - forward kick. He drops the bottle when he bends forward, arms clutching his belly. At the same moment a police officer makes his way through the crowd. Looking surprised at the scene in front of him. The guy, on his knees, on the ground. Nick, still standing in a fighting stance, arms still in front of him, hands lightly balled to fists. Freya, smiling slightly, standing next to her training's partner and the girl from the lemonade stand looking over Freya's shoulder.
-
"I don't understand."
She looks questioningly at him across the table. After the arrest the police had to take everyone's statement. And when they were finally able to go, it was about time for dinner. It was easy to convince Nick to go eat something in their favorite restaurant.
"There were so many people on the walkway, so many... And nobody reacted. Nobody did anything to help that girl. That guy would have had no chance to do anything if more people would have stood up against him. Why did everyone just... stand there, watching, without doing anything?"
Freya shakes her head. "I don't know. Scared?"
She sees Nick roll his eyes. "For that guy?"
The tone of his voice makes her smile.
"Perhaps not really for him. But more... How to say it? Being scared they'd be the only one who'd react and thus standing alone in front of him and end up getting beaten?" Freya shrugs. "I don't know. It's not my way of thinking..."
They quickly drop the subject when their food arrives. No need to spoil dinner by recalling the unpleasant incident.
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