Fight Code

FC 38

“What” Snapping a little more.
    “Relax” Pushing her into his chest, he now new why she was so worried. Her fists were clenched as she pushed her face into his chest, he could feel her shaking though he didn’t no if it was anger or fear.

    “I’m worried” She whined.
    “Why?” Van asked, folding the paper back up. Her head sprung up, looking pissed.
    “Because their good, and I don’t want you two to get hurt” The tightening in their chest wasn’t familiar, they hadn’t had anyone worry about them during a fight. Their family never watched or asked about how things were, so they never bothered to say anything about it.
    “Is that what this is about” Van asked, swiping a tear off her cheek.
    “NO” She growled, pushing her face back into Owen.

    “Maybe” It was muffled but, Owen could feel it. Van sighed tapping his brother, who pushed her back a little. She tried to hide her face, using her hair as a shield. Tucking it behind her ear, she still refused to look at them.
    “Well be fine. You taught us well” Picking her chin up. Her bottom lip was sucked into her mouth, as her eyes glazed over.
    “You two better not fuck this up, I can’t handle two broken fighters” Pouting the whole sentence.

Van smirked thinking of something cleaver to get her with, his brother just standing their keeping a close eye on her.
    “But who will give us our sponge bath then?” Mocking. Her eyes rolled, before her witty personality came back.   
    “You can do each other” Racking her hair.
    “What’s the fun in that” Testing her a little more.
    “I’ll buy you a pair of rubber duckies” Folding her arms. Owen looked to Van who started laughing, which turned into all three laughing. She was better now the color was glowing on her, as well was the smile they loved so much. They hated seeing her sad, but it was nice to know she was worried about them.

For the next several hours she worked with her other fighters, getting them ready and off. Jerry did very good, for an older guy. Along with her other fighter, she looked tired but refused to go back to the room. Owen was feeling uneasy about her on those damn heels, they had to be killing her feet. And he swore he saw her shifting her weight more and more.

Van noticed after a few seconds that Owen was gone, he didn’t even say where he was going. It wasn’t like him to leave his side, never the less Riae. He’d been the one who was over protective of her, it wasn’t till he returned with a pair of sneakers that Van understood. Owen walked over to Riae, taking her hand in his pulling her away from the group of people. Not caring what they thought, his baby was in those damn heels long enough.

    “Owen” As he dropped her cute butt into a metal chair. Sticking the shoes out to her, looking else where. When she didn’t take them right away, he shook them in her face.
    “You went to get me my shoes?” Taking them in both hands. He grunted feeling a little bit uncomfortable. Turning an eye to her, he held back the smile as she seemed to be so relieved. Damn woman should of just asked, he would get her whatever she wanted.

    “Thank you Owen” Taking her heels off, replacing them with the sneakers.
    “Yea” Grunting it out. Grabbing his hand before he could walk away, Riae kissed his cheek making the heat on his face noticeable. Leaving her heels, he quickly scooped them us. Holding them as his hands folding around his waist.
    “Smooth” Van hummed, without looking at his brother. Owen grumbled but smirked a little.


A few more hours passed and Nero came back, grinning all the while. They were going to be fighting soon, and they had noticed Riae was looking a little pale. Owen had already brought her heels back to the room, what he should of done was drag her along. They were worried she’d get overly nervous and feel the need to be sick again, that was the last thing she needed right now.

    “Guys?” She called, making them move quickly to her side.
    “Yes?” Van asked, praying she would at least sit for a while.
    “Can…” She bit her lip.
    “What is it?”
    “Can we go to the lobby, I’m really hungry” Her feet shifted like she was asking for something they could or wouldn’t give her. Why was she so afraid to ask for help, or things from them.
    “Of course” But Owen had already taken her hand, pulling her to the elevator. Sitting her down she sighed in relief.
    “What do you want?” Owen asked, handing her a menu.
    “Just a coffee”