Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ NKR vs TNT ❯ Getting Ready? Are we late?! ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: Hey guys. Chapter four finally! It's a little weird and definitely OOC from the actual story. Next chapter will be out soon I promise. There will be `sexual content' in this chapter. That's my disclaimer. Thanks for waiting so long for this. Hopefully you'll enjoy it! Sorry it was kinda rushed and short. Also I didn't get everyone in this one. I'll make sure to make the next chapter a lot more interesting. Enjoy kids.

 

The crisp grass crunched like cornflakes beneath his brand new black and white shoes, his one and only pair for this year. As he began his trek to the horrid place they called NKR, he rolled his black polo sleeves up to his elbows as the sun beat down upon him. His tiny hands were roughly inserted into his faded denim jeans, only to depart when retrieving a cigarette from his back pocket.

 

Flipping his head, his light brownish colored hair was roughly placed on the right side of his head, the tips curling due to neglect of a haircut. His glimmering emerald green eyes were directed at the cold stone before him as he made his way up the sidewalk, closer to his destination. In his left hand he held a Camel, a sure stress reliever.

 

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“…The tide is high and I'm holding on…”

Rancid sighed, and shut the door of his unruly apartment tightly, making sure to lock the unsturdy door. He let a sigh escape his mouth as he begun to silently hum to himself the lyrics of a song. They weren't the correct lyrics though. Rancid chose to completely ignore the lyrics of the song and add in his own corrupt version of the words.

“At least I tried to hold on…then the tide swept me away…” @_@

Halfway to the secret ally, Rancid caught a glimpse of his almost twin, KAK. Quietly, Rancid ran up to his similar friend right before he entered the sewer passage.

“BAHAHA”

Kak inhaled sharply, almost choking on the cigarette he held between his lips. Even Before he turned around, he knew the crazed Kirby behind him was Rancid. Kak stared at him from the corner of his eye before turning around and blowing a mouthful of smoke into Rancid's face.

 

The hyper kirby's eyes started watering and he began coughing obnoxiously. A bystander would have thought he was merely pretending to choke on cigarette smoke.

“Hey, Kak?” he managed to say between coughs, “put out that cancer stick will ya?”
The younger Kirby stood there a little confused but complied.

“Hm? Yeah, okay”

Tap

Scrunch

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The room was filled with nicotine and morning sun that fell like cut ribbons over the hardwood floor. Nestled under a heap of blankets, was hiding not a boy but a young man. (Young kirby lol) The feather from Sammich's hat peeked from under the sheets, as his body sprawled out onto the mattress like a fallen carcass. Mild curses swept under his breath as he rolled out of bed, landing with a thud on the floor. His tiny feet stretched out beside a pile of vogue magazines and a crumpled pack of smokes. He sighed as his hand grasped for the side of the dresser. He thrust his body and swung to his feet, only to trip over a big lump covered in his comforter. Inclined to have a closer look, Sammich poked the lump with the tip of his foot but received no answer. He tried once more, this time receiving a soft moan for a reply. He slowly made his way next to the lump and pulled the cover from on top of it.

 

“FSK?!?!?!”
Sammich's scream seemed to echo throughout the entire building. The female Kirby Jolted up and clutched her head.

“WHAT THE HELL?”

Sammich looked at her with wide eyes. She returned the same look.

The memories from the night before were flooding into both their heads.

A few seconds later Fsk jumped up and faced opposite directions from Sammich.

The blush on her face was incredible. Nobody would have thought someone could turn so red.

Sammich swallowed hard a few times before throwing a towel at Fsk.

“The shower's that way. Hurry, we have to get to the NKR soon. It's late”

He didn't look at her when he said that. Fsk only nodded and stumbled into the bathroom. Today would be a long day.

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A girl stumbled across the grass, coughing violently as she collapsed onto the hard, damp ground. No one was around to witness her shame, except for a frosted white moon. The only sound that could be heard was the whistle of the wind and the movement of branches as they scraped against one another. The girl's chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath. Her arms were spread awkwardly on either side of her body, hands clutching the grass around her. She forced her eyes open, which caused her head to ache. Everything around her began to spin. The barking of the dog next door, the silent buzzing of the lampposts, the hum of the wind all blended into one sound. The houses, trees

mailboxes all became one thing. Everything in her view blended into one body, one mind, one soul. Slowly, her eyes began to close as she drifted off into unconsciousness.
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The sun shone brightly, tiny slivers of light making their way through the branches to the ground. The wind blew softly, causing each branch to sway, each blade of grass to move.

 

A figure could be seen lying on the ground. From far away, it could've been mistaken for a tree branch or an odd shadow. At a closer view, it appeared to be none other than Polo. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was hanging open as a bit of drool fell to the ground; she was asleep. Tiny drops of dew formed onto branches, cascading downwards as they plopped silently onto the girl's face. A muffled sigh escaped her lips as her eyes opened. Sitting up, she could feel her head pounding. Slightly confused as to why she was in her front yard, she slowly stood up, only to fall back down. She rubbed her forehead and took a deep breath. Forcing herself up, she could feel her legs wobble but ignored it.

She looked at her surroundings, still trying to figure everything out. Licking her lips, she could taste stickiness in her mouth. As the night's events became clear, the girl cursed silently under her breath and rolled over. Her arm hit something and she twisted her body to see what it was.

“Twinkle?”

Polo knelt beside her friend and shook her roughly.

“Hmm?”

Twinkle tried to sit up only to not succeed. She was much too dizzy and sitting up was actually the last thing she wanted to do. Polo pouted and hopped to her feet. She nudged Twinkle's with her foot and yawned rather loudly.

 

A few minutes later Twinkle came to her senses and wobbled towards her old friend.

“So this is how far we made it?”

Polo smirked and put an arm around Twinkle.

“It seems so”

The two girls laughed obnoxiously using each others body as a way to stay up straight.

“Man, what a night”

They both said in unison.

Oo-ee-oo-ah-ah ting tang walla-walla bing bang

Polo searched the grass for her cell phone. Ah there it is. She picked it up, flipped it open and put it next to her ear.

“Polo?”

“Hmmmmmmm?”

“This is Lemons.”

“Oh shweet”

“Get your ass to the NKR now.”

“Hm? OH RIGHT”

Click. Beeeeeeeeep.

 

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Steam billowed from out of the bathroom door, and a towel-wrapped figure emerged from the room, making her way to the bedroom across the hall. Bare feet touched the carpeting and the bedroom door swung shut behind her, revealing the corkboard on the wall behind the door. There was a picture there, one of the girl who'd just emerged from the shower and of her best friend. A frown creased the girl's face.

 

They were smiling in the picture, but that had been taken almost four months ago, in December, when everything was normal and everyone was happy. Most everyone anyway. Shoe got dressed and made her way to the door. She slowly opened it and her eyes met with a boy's. Her best friend's eyes. Gambling.

“Hey, good morning Ga—”
“Hi. Great day huh? This is a total drag. What's going on anyway? Stupid counc--”

It was shoes turn to interrupt.

“Stupid nothing! Let's get going before we're late! Before Gambling could say anything else, Shoe grabbed his hand a dashed out of the room and out of the building. No way she would be late. She'd be on time and so would her best friend.