A Gift From a Far Away World (A Seven Knights Fan Fiction)

Round 4: Bad or Good Kind of Trouble

Kris was irritated.

... Alright, that was an understatement of the year. Kris was downright pissed off. At whom, you ask? Of course at both Rudy and Dellons, but especially at Dellons.

That perverted-bastard! He laid his hands on Rudy!-Kris scowled deeply, glaring daggers at Dellons who seemed to be perfectly aware that he was at the receiving end of Kris' silent ominous wrath. He looked very uncomfortable to say the least, with beads of sweat trickling down his cheek.

And Rudy is such a dense dunce! He's an idiot!-Kris cursed some more inwardly as he shifted his glare at the brunet that sat beside Dellons. Rudy didn't seem to fare any better than Dellons since his face looked slightly pale, and apparently he could feel Kris' increasingly worsened mood because he didn't dare to look directly at Kris at all today.

Well, Kris didn't blame him. Yesterday Kris refused to let him in into his room at all. Rudy might actually want to explain what actually happened. Kris didn't need any explanation per se, just lots of time to chill his head and his raging jealousy off. He needed to be away from both Rudy and Dellons after seeing such thing.

Although, such thing was mostly a biased perception by Kris just because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. After he cooled down, Kris in fact could imagine what seemed to have happened. He essentially knew that nothing actually happened since Rudy was that kind of guy. He was probably only worried about Dellons' injuries, and most likely only tried to check more closely whether or not the injuries were worse than they looked like.

Kris knew. Yeah, he did, alright. It didn't mean it failed to piss Kris off so much having to see them in compromising position.

Kris stabbed the sausage on his plate murderously with a fork, and the others around him visibly winced. All the residence of the house was in the dining room at this moment and they were mostly subdued. It was a day after that afternoon disaster when Kris witnessed both Rudy and Dellons getting it on (or was that supposed to be getting it off?) on top of the sofa inside the living room, and the mood in the kitchen was very... thickly veiled with deadly, poisonous irritability.

Kris could feel Jave and Spike's wary eyes on him and he turned to them in silent warning not to comment on his mood then. Rachel and Eileen also glanced at each other meaningfully after time to time looking at Rudy, Dellons and Kris sequentially.

"So," apparently, the one who couldn't stand this heavy atmosphere was Jave. "Who'd like to hear about Red's adventure at the woods the other day?" He was seemingly desperate to try to break the ice, but it only made everything more awkward. Spike patted his shoulder and shook his head slightly and Jave sighed in disappointment.

It didn't get any better after that. They kept eating dinner in uncomfortable silence before there was a clinking sound as Dellons dropped his spoon on his plate so suddenly. He hugged himself and slowly glanced at Rudy beside him in unsure expression.

"Rudy... I never realized that you think about me that way," Dellons said, looking slightly aside with a rather shy look now.

Every activity in the room seemed to cease in pregnant stillness, and as if it had been a cue, the dam broke.

"Rudy, I didn't know you swing for the other team," Jave scrupulously looked shocked, staring at Rudy with both wonder and horror.

"I... honestly don't know what to say," Spike seemed bemused, only looking at Rudy once before looking away. Somehow, he appeared rather doleful then.

"Do you need me as your beard-girlfriend?" Eileen offered, somewhat looking sympathetic as she also considered Rudy, sounding almost charmed actually.