The Other Side

Chapter 10: Scott

     He remembers? God dam it! Scott stood up, and ran down the stairs to follow the boy. It's bad enough that you couldn't kill him earlier alone. Now he remembers what happened in battle. Now he knows how soft you are. "Mitch!" The smaller boy turned to half face the blonde. "How much do you remember?"

     Mitch replied, still not facing the tall blonde completely. "Well, y-you killed a Patron. The one that almost killed me. My body went cold, Hoy. Five more seconds and I wouldn't be alive. Not only did you spare my life, you saved it too. Why?" 

     Scott chose to ignore the question. He didn't know the answer himself. Act tough. "Yeah, well don't get used to it." The blonde needed to change the subject. "Tomorrow I am going to teach you how to fight. Judging on your proformance in the field, you don't know how to fight. So that's where I step in and train you. Let's go to bed."

     Mitch muttered something under his breath but Scott didn't hear it. He chose to ignore it. "Where am I sleeping? You only have one room, yes?" The brunette boy questioned.

     "I can bring a pull up couch into my room. I don't trust you enough for you to not run away or blow up my house." 

     "We're going to sleep in the same room?"

     "Question after question. Mitch, grow up." Scott spoke sternly. "Come on." He lead the other to his room. "Don't touch stuff, I'm gonna get the couch, got it?" Mitch nodded.

     Scott practically flew down the stairs he was going so fast. He walked to the hallway closet and pulled out an ugly, red pull out couch. It was heavy but the blonde lifted it anyway and carried it up the stairs. When he walked up the stairs he saw Mitch standing in the same spot, facing away from the door. He wasn't making any noise but it was clear that he was crying. The blonde thought about going to comfort the boy but decided against it. Instead Scott walked quietly down six steps and stomped back up them. To let the boy know that he was coming. When he came to his door again, the brunette had composed his self, but his eyes were still a bright red. 

     Scott walked in and set the couch down along the empty wall and unfolded it. Now it was about the size of a door. "This is where you will sleep, Rez pants. I'll get you a blanket." Scott walked to the bathroom and came back with a black, wooly sheet. "Here, we will wake up tomorrow at seven to start your training. Night." With that Scott through the blanket and walked over to his bed. Collapsing onto the queen sized bed and pulling is covers over top of himself. He tried not to watch the boy but found himself caving in. Mitch just sat on his bed staring off into one of the white walls. Scott wondered what he was thinking but didn't dare say anything. Don't care about him, he made everything worse. You've done enough for him. Just go to sleep. Scott obeyed his thoughts.

     Just as sleep just about totally over came Scott's body, he heard light, rhythmic pats against the floor. He opened one eye just a sliver to see what was going on. Mitch was pacing the floor. Scott decided to turn the other way and let the boy do what he wanted to do, pretty soon he fell asleep to the soothing pats on the floor.

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Beep beep beep beep

     Scott slapped his alarm clock and heard a slight snore from the other side of the room. Oh, right the boy. He thought to himself. Well, this should be fun. The blonde stood up and walked downstairs. He made a coffee and took a loud sip from the cup. He leaned against the counter, and thought Mitch. His eyes, his hair, his body, his lips. They are all so perfect. Wait, what? No, no, no, no, no, no. Don't think like that, it's wrong.

     He needed to shower, clear his mind. And from the long walk yesterday and all of the battle that followed, he really needed to shower. He checked his watch. 6:40 a.m. I have enough time to shower before I wake up the boy. Scott walked up to the bathroom and shut the door. He showered, taking his time, until he felt he was as clean as he could get. He put a towel around his waist and opened the door. The cool air hitting his skin made him steam. 

     He needed clothes. He had a black suit in his bedroom. So he walked over to his bedroom, slightly startled when he found Mitch sitting upright on his bed. Yawning and rubbing his eyes. Confidence. The blonde continued his walk to his dresser, his back to Mitch. He found his black suit, stood up and turned around. He saw Mitch looking down at his hands, probably trying to hide the furious blush that had invaded his cheeks. Scott decided to tease him. He walked over to the make shift bed and sat right beside the boy. "You can have a shower if you want. I'll get you some clothes. Woah, are you okay?  You look like your burning up." Scott used everything in his power to not let his cocky grin show.

     "Uh, yeah. I-I am fine. I- um." His eyes wandered down Scott's chest. Until his eyes shot away and he blushed again. "I am uh, yeah, going to shower now." Mitch shot out of the room and closed the door quickly. Scott laughed quietly to himself and shook his head. He put his suit on and got out an identical suit that was smaller for Mitch. He went to set it outside the bathroom door, when he heard humming. He reconized the song. He learned it in the fifth grade. The name of the song was... On my way Home. Yes, that was it. That's when he heard the water shut off, he rushed back to his room leaving the smaller suit behind. 

     Scott decided to do his hair while he waited. He started to style it. He made his hair messy to the point where it's neat. Scott went downstairs to make two more cups of coffee. He took a sip from one and set the other on the table. He sat in a chair and ate a piece of toast for breakfast. When he was halfway through his breakfast, Mitch emerged from behind the wall. It was the blonde's turn to blush. Wow, he looks perfect. No, no, stop! Bad, Scott! " I made you a coffee, you can eat an apple or a banana for breakfast if you want."

     "Thank you." Mitch said grabbing an apple, inspecting it before taking a big bite. Scott watched as he sat down and took a great big gulp from his coffee, closing his eyes to savour the taste.

     "When your done, we are going to the training room. You will practice fighting me."

     Mitch's eyes shot open. "You?" He asked seemingly frightened.

     "Yeah, you scared? You need somebody to practice with." 

     The brunette just took a sip of his coffee. Scott shook his head. "Come on, let's go."

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     When they got to the training room, they stood on a padded floor. Mitch looked absolutely terrified. "I will try to bring you to the floor and you, me. No punching, kicking or hitting. Ready... go!"

     Scott made the first move, lunging towards the smaller boy. But he was easily dodged. After he regained his self, he made another move. Trying to trip him and push his chest backwards. Mitch just jumped and ducked. This continued until finally, Scott grabbed ahold of Mitch's arm and pulled him in only to push him down again. The taller boy won. He watched and waited for the other to get back on his feet.

     "I noticed two things. One, you don't attack. That needs to be changed. Two, you are light and quick on your feet. I want to learn that later. Do you know how to put someone to the ground?" Mitch looked down. "Pathetic. Alright, put your foot behind your opponent's feet and push their chest back. That is the easiest way. Try it." Scott stood still and waited for Mitch to make a move. "What are you waiting for?"

     "Hoy, I can't. I am not strong enough, trust me I've tried before." 

     "Just fricking do it, Rezmence." Mitch jumped at Scott's tone of voice. He walked up to Scott and put his foot behind his. Scott noticed the pink crawling up Mitch's cheeks again from their closeness. He looked up at Hoy. It was Scott's turn to hide his blush. Just as he pulled his glance away from the other, he was pushed onto his butt. Mitch did it.