~Circumstances~ Saints Row III Fanfic ~ Matt Miller x K1ttY~

10. Welcome To Gang Life

It was quiet when I woke up.

I shuffled around before I opened my eyes. I tossed, turned, flipped onto my stomach, and curled up into a ball. When I did finally decide to open my eyes, the harshness of the sunlight on the white bed sheets immediately inclined me to close them again. I reached up a now very sore arm and rubbed the grit from them, then fluttered them open. The bed was empty aside from me, much to my disappointment, and the silence of the house lead me to think that Matt hadn't come back yet. I stretched satisfyingly, lavishing the feeling, then I sat up sluggishly. The room wasn't as sunny as it was when I went to sleep. It was filled to the brim with a deep orange color, so I assumed that it was sometime in the late afternoon or early evening. I got off of Matt's bed and walked to the dresser. My phone was sitting beside a bottle of Matt's cologne, and my torn-up clothes were gone. My phone definitely wasn't in that spot when I went to sleep, so I assumed that Matt DID come back, but had to run off again soon after. I picked up my phone to check the time, and was greeted by a text message. Matt must have added his number in there while I was sleeping. I slid a finger across my phone to read the message. There was more than one.

r4gn0r0k: Hello, love. I'm sorry I had to run off again, today has been a real pain in the ass work-wise. I took the liberty of tossing your old clothes. If you like, I can take you to get more or I can have some Deckers get your old ones. I should be home soon hopefully.

r4gn0r0k: Ah, by the way, the way you talk in your sleep is adorable. Cheers~ ;)

I could hear the cockiness in his voice as I read the first message. When I read the second one, I blushed heavily. "I talk in my sleep?" I said aloud, then I jumped as I broke the silence of the house. "What did I say...?" I pondered, but a bit quieter this time. I'd have to ask Matt when he came back. I exited the messages app and checked the time. 4:32 PM. Not as late as I thought, but for arriving there at 8 in the morning, I had been out for quite a while. I put my phone back down and wandered into the hallway. I dodged the sea of cords and made my way into Matt's living room. It was just the way it was when I'd seen it last- when I was rushing out the door to try and defy time by beating my mother home just the day before. I sat on the couch and glanced over at the kitchen. There were two Deckers occupying the space, sitting at the table. One of them was drinking, and the other one was talking quietly on the phone. They looked at me as I came into their view. I blushed in astonishment, and looked down at myself. I was still in my undies and a shirt. 'Great.' I thought. The Decker that was drinking couldn't have given two shits, but the Decker on the phone raised a hand as a quick greeting. He smiled shyly. I did the same, but even more shy. After all, HE wasn't the one in his underwear! The Decker on the phone started speaking normal volume now, seeing as I was awake. I was glad that they were quiet while I was asleep. I remembered that if I slept during the day at home, my mother would make tons of noise. When I confronted her about it, she would say something along the lines of "idle hands do Satan's demands", and she'd condemn me to the armchair in the corner for bible studies, never allowing me to leave that chair until I recited a verse from the Bible that I'd read that was longer than five lines. I shuddered at the memory. Matt must have left the two Deckers in the house with me to make sure that I woke up. "She's awake now, boss." the Decker said to the phone. I heard incohearant shouting on the other line of the conversation, then a normal voice. "Yes, I'm sure. She's standing right here," he replied nonchalantly. There was more shouting. "S-Sorry boss, I didn't mean- uh, I-" I could tell he was getting grilled. "Is that Matt?" I asked quietly, standing. The Decker pulled the phone away from his ear and nodded, then handed it to me. I put it up to my own ear and caught an earfull. "-fucking speak to me that way you imbecile! You're lucky I don't fire you or have you killed! How dare you fucking speak to your Cyber God that way-" "Matt." I interjected. He stopped ranting and was silent. In the silence, I heard muffled gunfire. "K-Kitty??" He asked, almost incredulously. "Yuuup..." I said. I heard shuffling. "Sorry about that, love, I uh, you know, just-" "You know that's why people start like, revolutions and stuff, right?" I started, "Because their leaders were oppressive assholes?" Matt chuckled. "Yes, I know that, but I can't deal with that shit right now. These goddamned Saints are trying to steal a very important peice of equipment, and we're getting toas-" I heard a shout and an explosion, then static. "Matt?" My stomach dropped. "Matt?!" There was more static, then Matt's voice. "I'll call you later, love." He said gruffly, and he hung up. I handed the phone back to the Decker, my heart doing flips in my throat. It had only just occurred to me that being in a gang would be ridiculously dangerous, especially as someone who was close with a gang leader. I could get kidnapped or held for a ransom, like Johnny Gat's girlfriend. I remembered that newspaper article. I was pretty young when I read it; we had only recently moved to Steelport. One of the Ronin held the lady at sword point and decapitated her when Gat and the Saints' leader got to the place. I ran a hand delicately across my own throat. 'That could be me,' I thought, 'getting decapitated.' With that thought, I sat back on the couch, scared out of my wits, feeling the perspiration of anxiety slowly start to blot my hands. I hastily grabbed the TV remote, trying to get my mind off of the thought. With shaking fingers I turned on Matt's TV and browsed the channels. 'The Fuzz' was on, and so were a few documentaries about wildlife in Steelport. I kept flipping around until my attention was caught by a 'Breaking News!' banner that suddenly scrolled across the width of the screen.