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

Round 7: Confrontation 2

Kris wasn't exactly impressed when three other Four Lords met them just outside the exit gate of the China Town, but it wasn't unexpected. Ace did say that they wanted Kris to meet their boss, so it was typical if all the Four Lords would be present with him there. Still...

"Why are you all dressed like body guards?" Kris' left eye twitched, unable to really fathom the sharp, black suits, the sunglasses, the bowties?—why in the world did they need bowties? Couldn't simple black ties be enough? Even Ryuujou Rin wore it as if it were part of her every day clothes.

Impending virtual headache aside, Kris couldn't help feeling second-hand embarrassment just by standing with them, near them. It was ridiculous and suspicious as hell. Besides, even without the absurd getup, they were already copiously conspicuous, what with Lu Bu's almost 2 meters height (like a giant), Goku's blithely slouching pose (like a yankee) and Rin's regally drinking a cup of tea (like a queen) at the roadside. Even those still couldn't compare when they showed up with that getup.

Kris didn't miss the weird stare their group received from the pedestrian around them. An Asian child even pointed at them and his mother immediately shushed him, telling him not to point, even as far as saying not to get involve with those strange people.

Kris got an urge to face-palm, but he held himself alright. He glared at the four people who were with him instead, expecting some kind of answer, but not hoping much for a reasonable one.

"It's our uniform," Goku casually replied, yawning and stretching his limbs slightly before he straightened his back. Then he faced Kris with a grin. "Cool, right?" he lowered his sunglasses a bit, revealing his rich brown eyes glinting with mischief.

Kris scoffed lightly. "I'm surprised you're not embarrassed," he rolled his eyes as he looked at the other three, expecting Ace to at least look a bit self-conscious, but the sliver-bluish haired guy just chuckled as he put his matching-with-his-friends suit back on. Apparently he had taken it off when he was on the boat earlier so he wouldn't wrinkle it. Kris scowled at him before he turned his gaze to Rin and Lu Bu.

"We should move now," the bulky, red haired man said, not even deeming Kris' obviously valid query important enough to provide him with any response.

"I agree with Lu Bu," Rin spoke calmly, putting her cup of tea aside in a metal box—a tea set compartment?—hanging on her arm. "We wouldn't want to make Boss wait any longer."

Before Kris could get his demand out of who this boss they were talking about, a limousine materialized in front of them, making Kris blink because he honestly hadn't noticed any car right there before. Since when...?—he was about to ask out loud, but was once again cut with the feel of someone's hand on his lower back.

Kris nearly yelped, not used at all with such intimate gesture, especially not from any stranger. No one, except maybe Rudy and Dellons, had the gall to do that to Kris. He was about to snap at the person that violated his personal space so boldly, with an elbow to their stomach when the limousine middle passenger door opened and familiar voice greeted him.

"Come inside, Kris," he said from the front seat and Kris' eyes widened as he saw the gray hair, the sunglasses and the branded, indigo colored suits.

"Pascal?" Kris was honestly shocked, disbelieving his own sight as he saw his landlord's face, but the pressure on his lower back pushed him to get into the car and he seemed to have no choice as his body moved to accommodate the silent but very clear order.

Kris couldn't stop staring at Pascal who just gave him a knowing grin as Ace seated himself beside Kris while Rin sat at the other side of him, coming in from the other door. He noticed from the corner of his eyes that Lu Bu and Goku got on the back seats before all doors were closed. Kris was completely trapped from all angles. Running away didn't seem to be an option anymore now.