for sale (whispersdeath) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-14 22:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, elektra natchios, khamul |
Who: Khamul & Elektra
What: Fighting? Verbal and Physical. Wut.
When: A couple days after this.
Where: Laguna Hills
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Status: Complete
Elektra had given Khamul a couple of days to recover and regain his composure after whatever had happened to him that brought him to her house. She had left the house the morning after the incident and didn't come back for a couple of days, leaving him to the mansion by himself. Which was probably a bad idea in retrospect. But now that Elektra was back she found Khamul and seemingly appeared out of nowhere. She could be very quiet when she wanted to be. "You're still here," she said.
It was Elektra's usual MO, when dealing with him. He'd been a dicksneaky, and there would certainly be things out of order when she returned, he was that bored.
When she appeared out of nowhere, he had his feet up on her coffee table while paging through an old book. His eyes never left the page as he replied, "Things haven't cooled down enough."
Elektra took in a deep breath and frowned at Khamul. She pushed his legs off of the coffee table with her arm and slid in to sit down where they had been resting. "Of course they haven't," Elektra replied cooly. "That's not the reason why you're still here though."
"I wanted to see how long it would take for you to come back," He retorted, bending a page to mark his spot and setting the book aside. He leaned towards her, "I'm gonna skip the games. Some people got between me and them and paid for it. Did you here about a fire and a murder on the news?"
Elektra grabbed the book from the spot Khamul had placed it and unbent the page. Don't bend pages! You use bookmarks, damnit. She placed it aside again and returned her attention to Khamul. "That was you?" she asked. "I should have known."
He hid a grin at her reaction. She had so many buttons and they were all a delight to press. He nodded his head, "I was avoiding the streetlights and they just opened fire. Man in the kitchen didn't stand a chance. Then there was this fucking pregnant woman. Tried to get her to go upstairs so I could lead them away, but we both got trapped up there."
There was the tiniest hint of remorse and regret in his voice.
Elektra raised her eyebrows at Khamul. Was he actually showing a tiniest bit of regret? He was going soft. But then again so was she. "So, she payed the price for you," Elektra replied, goading him. "Her child died. So did her husband. And her house burnt down. That's almost a thorough job you did there."
Khamul's eyes narrowed, and he tried to ignore the goading. Tried being the operative word. He slammed his palms down on the table on either side of her, "Her damn fault for not listening to me!"
A slow smile spread out across Elektra's facial features. She got a reaction out of Khamul. At least now he could get a taste of his own crap. "Sure it is," Elektra replied with a shrug. "She knows who you are now. She has to go too," she said.
"That's unnecessary," Khamul growled. He may have formed an unreasonable attachment, "She couldn't have seen any identifying marks, anyway." How many had he put down because they 'had to go', in the past? He didn't want to count. Nor did he want to start down that patch again, even as his mind began to consider it.
"So you say," Elektra replied, her eyebrows raised. "But there's no way to know for sure. Were you wearing a mask?"
"No. I didn't think there was a need." He leaned back, giving her some personal space back, "She was terrified, and out of it. Its not going to be a problem."
"Why do you want to protect this person?" Elektra pushed, but if anyone could be sympathetic it was her. She had saved Khamul's life afterall.
"I..don't know." He looked down at his hands. He could see the blood that was no longer there, "It wasn't her fault. Even if she was too stupid to listen."
"You have feelings for her," Elektra said matter-of-factly. "Just like I had feelings for you." With that said Elektra stood up from the coffee table and turned her back on Khamul.
Khamul laughed, "Bullshit." They weren't feelings. Unless you counted pity as feelings. He studied Elektra's back, reaching up to trace a finger down her spine.
Elektra turned and slapped Khamul's hand away. "I didn't say you could touch me," Elektra snapped.
He flashed a grin at her, "Haven't you learned not to turn your back to me?"
Elektra ignored Khamul's comment. "You have a week," she said. "That's all. Then you have to go."
"Go? Where?" He stood, holding her eyes and forcing her to look up, as he had several inches on her. He folded his arms, stubbornly, "If they're coming for me, they're probably coming for you, too."
"You're probably right," Elektra bit back. "But you and I both know that I work better on my own."
Khamul's brow furrowed, and he scowled at her, "We made a good team, for awhile. Before we split up in Warsaw." Warsaw brought a bitter taste to his mouth.
"We're not a team," Elektra replied, her voice a little less harsh and more calm now. "You should have remembered that before you came knocking down my door."
"I didn't come looking for a team member," He replied, biting back a snarl. "I came looking for a friend!"
Elektra's facial features were completely still. "You came to the wrong place," she said. Yes, Elektra had changed during her time in Orange County. That girl who had saved Khamul and ruined everything was gone. A stone cold warrior was in her place.
He narrowed his eyes, "Maybe I need to be asking what the hell happened to you?"
"You can ask all you want," Elektra retorted. It didn't mean she was going to give him any answers.
"Lets get more comfortable," Khamul's arm and hand snapped out as he tried to grab her shoulder with the intent of flipping her onto her back.
Elektra was always ready for a fight. Even when she was alone she was on watch, peeking around every corner before she turned. It was paranoia as much as it was OCD. She put her arm up to block Khamul and laughed. "Think about what you're about to do," she warned, giving him an out.
He gave her a toothy grin, "You know I love..the way you fight." He snapped his other elbow at her face!
The elbow connected with Elektra's face leaving a little cut on her temple, but she used the backwards forced to get her out of arms reach and then reached down into her boots and pulled out two ninja stars to fling at Khamul. She didn't really want to make a mess of the living room, but he was asking for it.
He brought up the book to block the stars, his grin only getting wider as she chose to bring weapons into it. This was serious business and he loved every minute of it. He flung the book at her, jumping onto the table, spinning and kicking at her.
Elektra sidestepped the book easily and brought her arms up into an 'X' shape to block Khamul's kick. It had been a very long time since she'd fought another person other than her sparring partner. It was a bit of a thrill to be honest. She pulled her sais out of her belt pocket and lunged at Khamul, going for his mid section.
Khamul dodged to the side, rolling and jumping into the kitchen. He threw open some drawers and pulled out a cooking knife and a large fork, spilling silverware everywhere. He'd forgotten Elektra was a walking pincushion for all the weapons on her. It had led to more than one accidental stabbing when throwing/being thrown into bed - but it had been worth it.
IRON CHEF!
Elektra tried to hide the grin that was on her face as she ran after Khamul into the kitchen, but she was failing miserably. She saw the silverware on the floor and the grin was wiped away. She would have to repolish all of the silver, that dick. She jumped up onto the island in the middle of the kitchen to avoid the silverware and threw a kick his way.
Khamul laughed. She was grinning, he saw it. He tried to parry the kick. It was just silverware. A good cleaning bath overnight and it would be as good as new. Maybe even better. He'd even help! Not that he had time to tell her that, as he skidded on a butter knife. He jumped onto another counter and twirled his makeshift weapons.
Elektra had a hard time taking Khamul seriously with those fake weapons. She watche Khamul with her eyebrows raised and the smile back on her face. "Oh, come on," she said. "You don't stand a chance."
He waggled the cooking knife at her, pointing out, "Its sharp enough to cut a pig, its sharp enough to cut a person."
The man was grinning, and challenging her. Someone could lose an eye whats the worse that could happen?
"I don't want to have to stitch you back up," Elektra told him, but she only used this as a way to distract him momentarily as she jumped down from the table and took off through the back door. Let's take this outside.
His feet pounded on the tile as he gave chase. He ducked as he came through the back door, rolling to avoid any sneak attack, and sprang to his feet, glancing around to find her!