Sports Cars & Petty Theft (Log)
Who: Hotstreak (F_StopPyro), Jounouchi (RedEyes_Katsuya) & OC Dr. Miyagi (played by both of us)
Where: Streets of New Sanctum, Miyagi's practice later on.
When: 12:05am, December 25th.
Summary: Hotstreak's out looking for his next thrill on Christmas Eve no less when Jounouchi shows up, he has a score to settle with him, but gets far more than he bargained for.
Notes: Sucky summary, but comment?
It was just after midnight on Christmas Eve, a time when good little boys and girls would be sleeping from the fear that Santa would not leave them any presents if they were not sleeping, even older kids by this point would have been sleeping after indulging in Christmas parties galore and probably having too much to drink. However despite the late hour, Hotstreak was still loitering around the streets with a rather bored expression on his face, whilst he was beginning to feel rather tired he was certainly not prepared to go back home just yet, the night was still young for family rows.
Letting out a sigh and pushing himself away from the lamp post, he sauntered down the street, ignoring the icy wind that swirled around his body. "Stupid holidays," he muttered to himself, casually setting fire to a dumpster as he strode past, not even looking as the whole thing exploded due to a half-empty can of hairspray. He'd blown stuff up, he'd broken a few windows, gotten into a fight, stolen some guy's wallet, spent most of the money on food which he'd then eaten, tagged a wall and gone to a stupid block party there was nothing else to keep him entertained.
Crossing the street and turning a corner, he grinned to himself as he laid his eyes on the flash sports car someone had parked quite irresponsibly (in his opinion) in a bad neighbourhood, on a dark street. Taking a moment to admire the flash car from a distance, he decided within minutes that he wanted it and swiftly approached it, crouching and lighting a flame on the tip of his finger, using it to melt through the lock. The car was a sleek Lamborghini, a new one too he realized after taking a quick gander at the licence plate. Having a car in New Sanctum automatically made you a status symbol due to how expensive they were, even for a crappy Vauxhall Corsa and this idiot had just parked it outside a two-story house in his neighbourhood.
It was the perfect Christmas present. "And she's all~ mine." He told himself, grinning like a kid in a candy store as the flames gradually melted through the metal.
Jounouchi was pissed. He had spent a good proportion of his Christmas Eve seeking out his good for nothing father, trailing through the ever falling snow from pub to bar to club to even a few parties, looking for him. And he had come to find him barely conscious, propped up against the bar whilst waiting for the ambulance to get there. Not feeling anything in particular for the man himself, Jounouchi had gotten increasingly annoyed at noticing his father's wallet was missing. The fact that most of, it not all, the money in there was his own. From a few bystanders, he had heard that it was a red haired teenager who had beaten up on the man, one with blond streaks in his hair. As another bar fly piped up about how the teenager's pants hung halfway down his ass, Jounouchi knew instantly who had done the deed.
Which found him turning around and storming out of the bar, brushing past two very surprised medics, who then went on to aid his father. Jounouchi was now into the neighbourhood he knew was one of the worse in New Sanctum. His reasoning was that scum liked to hang out in scummy areas, and kept his eyes sharp not only for gang attacks, but for a certain individual.
Muttering to himself angrily as the heat no longer seemed to have an effect on the lock now that he had partially welded through it, he intensified the heat, smoke beginning to rise from his body as the searing heat met the cold night air. Blowing the smoke away from the hole he had created he peered into it and snarled, his eyes flashing. "Stupid heat resistant… something or other! Melt!" He knew that everything had a melting point, even so-called 'heat resistant' materials, but he was never known for having much patience and now was no exception. He didn't really want to trash the car before he even got to drive it, but lingering around too long was never the smart thing to do. After letting out another string of swear words and intensifying the heat even more, he finally melted a tiny hole through the door and after a few more seconds had finally unlocked it. "Ugh, the jackass couldn't even leave me a full tank? What a bastard." He muttered upon noticing the needle on the gas metre.
Blowing the smoke from his finger, the hot-headed pyro took a moment to take in the smell of the leather as he ran his fingers over the steering wheel excitedly before he proceeded to melt the panel around the ignition, leaving the drivers side door open as he began to fiddle with the wires, just in case he needed to bail out of operation 'Car Jack'. It was hard to imagine that he could really concentrate on anything, let alone look like he was actually thinking about stuff, but this was different, it was important.
The second that he saw the shadowed figure crouched down by the car, Jounouchi had the gut feeling it was him. He could recall the firey redhead having a fondness for the flashy and speedy cars, and this seemed to be both. He couldn't help his eyes roaming over the sleek exterior of the verhicle as he quickened his pace down the icy street, wondering for just a moment how it would be to have enough cash to afford something like that. He drew up short at seeing Hotsreak's back, Jounouchi grabbed one of the muscled shoulders tight. "..I want my money."
"Back off!" Hotstreak snapped as he promptly gripped Jounouchi's hand, squeezing it tightly as he forced him to remove it, irritated at being interrupted. Placing a hand on the roof of the car and pushing himself to his feet, he turned and glowered at the blond before smirking cockily. "Hey man, you got the wrong guy, I ain't taken anythin' from you," he reasoned that he could probably pound this kid into a pulp without anybody noticing, but he'd already gotten involved in one brawl today and the car really was calling to him, so he decided to just let it go and got back into the car, scowling at the wires. He could hotwire cars in his sleep, but it looked like the idiot who actually owned it had already done something to the ignition, so the way they had been hooked up was confusing the hell out of him.
"Buzz off!" He added irritably once he realized that Jounouchi hadn't taken the hint, making a shooing motion with his hand as he ripped out one of the wires. "Argh, still nothin'… what did that idiot do to ya?" He muttered, switching over some more of the wires and trying to make sense of the mess. Anyone would think that the car designers had done it themselves, just to make it more difficult to steal.
"Its red over blue, idiot," Jounouchi retorted, nursing his hand against his body for a moment or two, wincing at how strong that grip had been, "See? Then ya cross that bit an' that bit," blinking, he shook his head, to get back on topic, "An' ya did, ya theivin' bastard. Ya took a wallet offa fat drunk guy.. baldin'. That would be MY money in there, so hand it over."
A low growl escaped from the back of his throat as Hotstreak stared at the wires again, following Jounouchi's instructions though not appearing to be too happy about it. "I woulda' figured it out! I have hotwired cars before!" He snapped before connecting the final wire. His face lit up with childish glee as the car roared to life and he promptly revved the engine, perking up even more. "Oh yeah! Listen to that power!" Laughing and adjusting the seat to his height, he scowled a little upon hearing Jounouchi clear his throat and promptly pulled the wallet out of his pocket, tossing it to him. "Oh fine! Take the stupid thing. Now buzz…," he hesitated, glancing at the blond again and frowning. "Hey, I know you? Ya' look kinda' familiar…"
"I'd be t'guy whose way better at hot wirin' then ya," Jounouchi retorted, opening the wallet and frowning, "Oi! I want t'money too! That took me ages ta earn all that," he added, pulling out what money there was left and shoving it into his pocket, "An' I'm kinda insulted. First ya spend my cash, then ya ferget my name."
"What can I say, a guys gotta' eat and you don't seem like the kinda' guy I'd remember." The pyro answered with a shrug as he grinned, leaning back in the car seat and making himself comfortable. Even if he hadn't really wanted to still be on the same street once he'd gotten access to the car and started the engine, he wasn't about to miss the opportunity to be a smartass.
"What can I say, ya better cough up that money or t'next thing ya'll be eatin' is a knuckle sandwich," Jounouchi threatened, a hand forming into a tight fist, despite the bigger build of the other, he would take him on any time for the money he had taken not once, but TWICE from him.
Hotstreak's eyes suddenly lit up in recognition, as though something that Jounouchi had said was very familiar to him. "Hey hey now Katsuya, there's no need for talk like that," he remarked, holding up his hands in protest though his expression clearly said that he wasn't taking the blond seriously, at all. "Heh, 'least I remember your name now. No hard feelin's eh? 'Cause I'd hate for somethin' bad to happen to you 'cause you pissed me off."
"Now all ya gotta do is give me my money, an' I won't punch ya face in," came the retort, a palm held out flat for the cash, "Francis."
The pyro scowled in response to his real name, as it was something that was never to be said in public, no matter what the situation. Oh sure his mother always addressed him as Francis whenever she actually acknowledged he was there, but he had repeatedly told her to use F-Stop or Hotstreak, inattentive mothers just didn't listen.
Flames surrounded his hands as a low growl escaped his throat. "Don't ever call me that, I ain't even got your damn money no more! I spent it." He sneered as he got out of the car, the flames spreading all over his body.
"Man, does that still hit a sore spot with ya?" Jounouchi didn't seem at all threatened by the flames flickering along both of Hotsreak's arms, just holding up his hands in protest, "Well okay," he lowered his hand to his heart, attempting to look sincere, "..I won't call ya...Francis again. Nope.. not Francis.. ever again."
Letting another growl escape his throat, Hotstreak promptly formed a fireball in one of his hands, throwing it at Jounouchi as his body shook with anger. "I mean it! Call me that one more time an' you're toast!" Taking a calming deep breath as the flames eventually went out, he turned back to the car. "I don't get into the 'your dad's an alcoholic' thing and you don't go down the Francis thing, got that? I told you that I don't have your damn money, where am I 'supposed to get $30, huh?! Where?!" Calming deep breaths never worked for him, he didn't really know why he bothered trying.
Jounouchi ducked and dodged, the fireball slamming harmlessly into the brick wall behind him, leaving a few whisps of smoke rising from the bricks. He straightened up, giving a cocky grin as he placed his hands on his hips. "...check t'glove compartment. I don't care where ya get it from, I jes' want my money."
"Argh! Then you'd better get in the damn car," Hotstreak grumbled, popping the glove compartment and rummaging through without much care. It soon became apparent just what the owner of the car did for a living as the hot-head tossed several small packages of white powder onto the back seat in annoyance. "Useless crap!" He muttered angrily, slamming the glove compartment closed again before watching the blond get into the car, rolling his eyes. Smoke was still rising off his body, but he paid it no attention, more distracted by trying to think of a place to get money. "You'll get your damn cash." He grumbled sullenly before he slammed his foot on the accelerator as soon as Jounouchi had gotten into the car, not even bothering with his seatbelt. He was a thrill seeker and he was angry, this was not the time for seatbelts.
The car roared to life and surged forwards, quickly reaching speeds of over 60MPH in a matter of seconds. Despite the late hour, there were still cars on the road (stupid rich people being driven home, Hotstreak thought), resulting in him weaving recklessly in and out of the traffic, the tires screeching on the tarmac whenever he was forced to take a rather sharp turn or brake.
"Holy SHIT," Jounouchi barely had time to breathe before the car was racing about at breakneck speed, fumbling and failing in putting his seatbelt on, the speed and the reckless weaving of the car making this near impossible, "AIN'T YA LEARNT TA DRIVE YET!?" he yelled over the roar of the wind from the open windows.
"What, an' waste good money?" The pyro questioned before laughing and shaking his head. "Man you never change, always worryin' about stupid stuff like drivers licences and all the other little stupid er… things," calming again and flashing Jounouchi a charismatic grin, he added "Just like old times eh? You huddlin' there like you're about to wet yourself, me in the drivers seat." Stretching and taking his hands off the wheel, he looked perfectly relaxed and at home, despite the high speeds they were travelling at.
"What t'fuck are ya doin'?" Jounouchi reached over, gripping onto the wheel tightly, his eyes wide in his fear, "Ya nutter! Ya gonna get us killed at this kinda speed, an' in this weather! Ya fuckin' loony BASTARD...."
Batting Jounouchi's hands away from the steering wheel, Hotstreak sharply turned a corner, the tires squealing as the whole back end of the car swung out. As the vehicle threatened to lose control, he gripped the wheel tighter as his eyes widened but he was soon laughing once he got the car back under control, albeit after slamming into several trash cans. His heart was still racing and he felt rather short of breath. "Ha! What a trip!" He sounded more relieved than giddy, but that childish look was back in his eyes.
"Oh damn ya ta hell an' back," Jounouchi groaned, throwing up his hands to cover his face, the car swerving and pushing him up hard against the side with a grimace, "...Ya are nuts.. SO nuts... stop this freakin' car right now, 'fore ya plough us inta a wall or somethin'!"
Rolling his eyes, Hotsreak promptly slammed on the breaks and the car swerved sideways, eventually coming to a halt when it crashed into a tree. The fiery red head hissed in pain as he was flung sideways, injuring his arm in the process and hissing in pain, taking several deep breaths and clutching his arm, his hand trembling and twitching. "…shit." He mumbled, looking rather shell shocked. Normally he would have laughed in this kind of situation, but he was in too much pain, his mind already reeling from what the implications of the injury could be, automatically thinking the worst.
The blond was more concerned with his leg, his face contorted into a pained wince as he gripped hard at his thigh, teeth gritted. The pain was near unbearable, the force having slammed his foot hard against the floor, twisting and snapping his leg. He was pale, sweat starting up the instant he tried to move his leg. "...fuck.."
Slowly turning his head to gaze at Jounouchi, Hotstreak let out a low groan and closed his eyes, beginning to lose his cool, he could see how this was going to end and he didn't like it. "C'mon… doesn't hurt that much." He muttered, wincing as he shifted a little and kicked open the door, clutching at his arm as he managed to get himself out of the mangled car.
"..it fuckin' 'urts," Jounouchi muttered through his teeth, leaning back against the seath, hissing softly through his teeth, "..I can't move it.."
"…shit," he muttered, glancing around wildly for a moment before pulling away from the car, only to hesitate. He could leave now, someone would see the crashed car sooner or later, even at this time of night, he wouldn't have to hang around and take someone whom he hadn't spoken to for several years to… that place. Swearing under his breath he turned his back on the car and started to walk away, only to stop again and groan. "You fuckin' owe me for this, jackass." He muttered, moving around to Jounouchi's side of the car and using his powers to burn through the door which had been mangled in the crash, yanking the door open, beginning to melt through the metal that had impaled Jounouchi's leg.
He was looking close to fainting as Hotstreak set to work melting the metal, his eyes squeezed tightly closed as the pain intensified. Blood trickled out as the metal was burnt away, staining down his jean leg into a dull red colour.
"You're… such a dick," Hotstreak commented, his face contorting in pain. He was positive that his arm was broken or sprained at the very least so how exactly he was even going to get Jounouchi out of the car was something he hadn't actually thought of yet. Once his leg had been freed from the metal, the pyro took a deep breath and moved to help him out, only to end up yelling in pain as he tried to rest some of Jounouchi's weight onto his injured arm. "…Fuck this! You gotta' get yourself out, Blondie." He didn't want to admit it, but his arm really hurt. "C'mon just… haul your ass outta' there and… I dunno, argh! Stupid stupid stupid!"
"I. Can't. Move," Jounouchi hissed softly, the whites of his training staining red with the blood that had ran from the wound, "..jes' go. I'll make somethin' up.. jes' fuck off an' save yaself."
"Argh! Shut up!" Hotstreak snapped as he tried to regain his composure. All of the distractions weren't helping much. Really he didn't even know why he was bothering, running away would be so much easier and it'd save him a trip to the hospital, bones healed on their own, right? "Just gotta' think of somethin'." He muttered.
"Is anyone hurt?" a man jogged into the area, evidentally having heard the crash and coming to investigate, "..oh my.. what happened here?" he asked, looking between Hotsreak and Jounouchi, wincing a little in sympathy, "..have you called for an ambulance yet?"
Swiftly covering up his injury upon recognising the uniform that seemed to be standard for all doctors, Hotstreak motioned absently to Jounouchi "Yeah, he is. His stupid leg got trapped in the car," he lingered for a moment, watching the man as he worked before adding hastily. "I'm fine, so I'll just be goin' now." With that, he turned to leave.
"Come on Francis," Miyagi offered kindly, looking over his shoulder at him and grabbing his non injured arm, "I won't take you.. you know where. Just let me see to your arm."
"Don't call me that," Hotstreak retorted irritably before scowling over at the doctor, not looking too pleased with the whole situation. He didn't like or trust doctors. "I hate when you call me that! An' my arm is fine! He's the one who needs to go to hospital, not me!"
"Oh I'm sorry," Miyagi smiled, "..is it still F-Stop? I just said, I will not take you to the hospital. I know how you get."
"Nah, it's Hotstreak now," the pyro replied, trying to appear as uninterested as possible as he motioned once again to the car where Jounouchi was still sitting. The less he thought about having to go to hospital with a potentially broken arm, the calmer he was. "Pft anyway doc, you make it sound worse than it is." Despite his words he still lingered, watching him tend to Jounouchi.
"Hotstreak.. ahh that’s right!" Miyagi gave a pleasent smile, still seeing to Jounouchi's leg, the blond not really with it as he lolled back against the seat, "..joyriding again I take it.."
The red head simply shrugged, a small smile appearing on his face. "What can I say? I like fast cars. Besides I was gonna' take it back… eventually." He replied, though he was finding it rather difficult to keep a straight face. None of the cars he had stolen had ever been returned to their owners, normally ending up engulfed in a great ball of fire or totalled halfway through a building or rammed into a tree.
"Of course," Miyagi's tone suggested that he knew him more than that, "Its a flash one this time. You must be getting better at hotwiring."
"'Course I am." Hotstreak replied confidently as he leant against the mangled wreckage of the car, wincing a little as he accidentally brushed his arm against the doorframe. "Anyway, I'm outta' here. Just… tell him I didn't bother waitin', okay? Don't want him gettin' the wrong idea or nothin'."
Miyagi chuckled. "Now come on.. let me take a look at least," he stood up, after making sure Jounouchi would be alright, "Come on.. hold out your arm for me."
Flames automatically surrounded his hand as Miyagi moved closer to him before he eventually muttered something under his breath and put out the fire again, the sooner the doctor looked at his arm, the sooner he could get away from the scene before the blond regained consciousness and the cops showed up demanding to know what had happened. "It's FINE! Geeze…," he sullenly allowed him to check his arm, tensing a little as smoke rose up from his body.
"A sprain, I'm afraid," Miyagi offered gently, barely touching the arm as he checked it over, "Luckily it wont take too long to heal, but you need it seeing to."
"Shit," he muttered before he pulled away, silently relieved that it wasn’t something that would require hospital treatment "Anyway, you got what you wanted and checked it out, now lemmie go." He huffed, still wanting to get away from the scene as fast as possible. He was positive that sprains could heal themselves.
"Don't be silly," the man tutted gently, "You can't leave it like that, you’ll make it worse.”
"Hey! You said no hospitals!" Hotstreak answered angrily, flames automatically surrounding his non-injured hand again. "I don't do hospitals. Besides, you got your hands full with him." He motioned to Jounouchi as he moved away from the car before hesitating as he heard the sirens in the distance. "Shit."
"Shush," Miyagi tried to calm him down, "...Hotstreak, listen. I won't let them take you into hospital, alright? I promise.. just do what they tell you."
"Nah, no way," he remarked, determined to leave the scene without being poked and prodded by a doctor or put in heat resistant shackles by the police. "You think they wanna' have idle chit chat with me? Don't think so." The flames licked at his bare skin though didn't even leave a mark whilst smoke rose up from his body. "Look doc, you either do somethin' about my arm here an' now, or I'm outta' here."
"Then go," Miyagi offered after a moment, "...come to my office.. you know where that is. I can help you privately there.. how does that sound?"
"Yeah, sure." Hotstreak replied, sounding rather distracted as he moved away from the wreckage "Later." With that, he ran off.
Jounouchi groaned a little as the sirens came closer, opening his eyes to slits as he turned to the side.
Miyagi gently lifted him out of the car, casting a worried glance at the alley Hotstreak had run down before carrying Jounouchi down the street, not failing to notice the drug paraphernalia in the process. "It's alright, i'm going to take you back to my clinic where I can treat your leg, Katsuya."
"Wha' leg?" Jounouchi murmured, slurring his words a little due to the blood loss, his world swimming so deciding to close those eyes once again.
Leaving the scene as the police cars showed up, Miyagi silently hoped that neither of them had been stupid enough to leave something of theirs in the car. Really, he had thought Jounouchi would have known better than to go on a joyride and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in him. "Concentrate on staying awake for now, you've lost a lot of blood. You might need a transfusion, in the worst case scenario."
"..I want my money.." Jounouchi sighed, opening his eyes to slits, "..'e's gone.. ain't he?"
"Francis...," Miyagi mumbled to himself, disappointment evident in his voice before he shook his head and focused back on Jounouchi "Yes, i'm afraid he left. Can you remember what happened?"
"...took my money.." Jounouchi murmured again, "...bein' a twat.."
"How much?" Miyagi questioned. They were getting close to his office now and whilst it was probably not the most appropriate place, he knew Jounouchi couldn't afford the hospital bills.
"...30... my money.. t'bastard," Jounouchi hissed softly, "...beat up.. t'old man.."
"I'll make sure he gives it back," Miyagi answered firmly as he pushed open the front door, entering the building and lying Jounouchi on a nearby bed before beginning to tend to his injury, hooking him up to some machines in the process to monitor his heart rate and blood pressure.
Jounouchi just nodded, turning his head to the side as his eyes closed again. "..'e better..."
"He will, now get some rest." Miyagi replied gently, beginning to clean the wound and bandage Jounouchi's leg, hoping that the blond's body would be able to replace the blood that was lost on its own.
Jounouchi curled up on his side, his head tucked in as he allowed Miyagi to tend to him, trusting the other implicitly.
Unknown to the pair of them Hotstreak lingered by the window outside, watching what was happening and holding his injured arm close. It was starting to snow, not that the cold really bothered him, but it certainly didn't feel like Christmas Eve anymore.
Miyagi finished tending to Jounouchi's leg and tucked him in before he let out a sigh and sat down, rubbing his forehead as he tried to think.
Having passed out neatly again, a piece of metal going through your leg tended to do that to you one way or another, Jounouchi was silent now, in some bizzare combination of sleep and unconsciousness. Miyagi glanced up, looking through the window, just catching sight of Hotstreak.
Realizing that he had been spotted, the pyro moved away from the window and swore under his breath, sitting on a trash can as he glanced around. He knew Miyagi would come out for him, so he either made another run for it with his injured arm or, he could just accept what was going to happen. Just as he was about to slip off, he spotted Miyagi approaching him and let out a groan. "Shit."
"I did tell you to come here and get that arm seen to," Miyagi offered surprisingly mildly, "I would have thought you to have more brains than to go about your usual activities with an injury."
"Yeah yeah," Hotstreak responded as he slouched a little, leaning against the wall. The trash can was hardly a comfortable place to sit, but he couldn't be bothered moving. "You should be payin' more attention to him than me, it's just a sprain, doc." He added with a grin.
"Just a sprain," the man repeated, rolling his eyes a little, though not harshly, "..a sprain that needs to be seen to all the same. Come on, get inside. Its freezing out here."
Rolling his eyes and deciding to avoid mentioning that he felt perfectly fine, Hotstreak jumped off the trash can and moved inside, not looking too pleased about it. Glancing over at Jounouchi, he muttered something under his breath and leant against the wall casually. "It's his fault I crashed in the first place."
"Of course it was," Miyagi gave a small smile as he led Hotstreak further in, "I don't even know why he was with you in the first place. I had him pegged down as being better than that."
Hotstreak shot him a look before shrugging "Ah I dunno, he was buggin' me about somethin'."
"About his money?" Miyagi remarked, motioning for him to sit down in a chair.
"Yeah, that's it," the pyro answered, glancing over at the unconscious blond before shaking his head "I can't pay him back y'know, even if I actually wanted to."
"Not straight away, but you should aim to at some point," Miyagi offered, gesturing for him to hold out his arm, "Do you think that he would have gotten into that car with you if he didn't need that money so badly?"
Hotstreak allowed Miyagi to look at his arm, albeit rather reluctantly. "Hey, it was only 30 bucks, nothin' to get so upset about, I didn't even take it from him in the first place, I took it from some fat drunk guy," he shrugged and suddenly stiffened, hissing in pain as Miyagi took his arm, his eyes glowing "Hey! Watch it!"
"Calm down," Miyagi replied firmly, reaching out with his other hand to get a wad of bandaging, "It's a nasty sprain. I just need to give it some support. And only thirty bucks," he shook his head, "..thirty bucks is thirty bucks. And I'm sure you know all too well who the fat drunk guy was."
"Ahh it ain't my problem." Hotstreak remarked firmly, shaking his head and clenching his fist, keeping his eyes fixed on the blond. "Look... he's gonna' be okay right? Last thing I need is a death on my hands."
"You underestimate him, if you think he will die," Miyagi chuckled despite the situation, "He should be fine.. not well for a little while, but if he keeps his weight off that leg then he will be. Since it pierced through the leg, it may cause him some long term, or even permanent damage, such as a limp or a pain if he uses it for too long."
"Serves him right, actin' all stupid and makin' me trash a perfectly good ride," Hotstreak muttered before hissing again, flames surrounding his hand. "I said watch it! Jackass!"
"Now did he make you, or did you do that yourself?" Miyagi asked, not even blinking as the flames started up, "Please calm down, this bandage isn't fireproof."
He rolled his eyes "I took my hands off the wheel, he freaked an' tried to take control of the car. Next thing I know he's shriekin' at me to stop the car, so I did, the stupid thing went outta' control and slammed into the tree, I was hardly my fault." He couldn't help but grin a little as he spoke, despite how irritated he felt.
"...right," Miyagi smiled, shaking his head, "...either way, it isn't kind to point the finger of blame at him." He finished the bandaging with a flourish, tucking it in securely.
"Why? Just 'cause a piece of metal got stuck in his leg?" Hotstreak sneered rather childishly before standing up, flexing his fingers and grimacing. "Pft, he shoulda' left me alone."
"Shut ya face," came the muffled voice from the blond, his face currently pressed up and into the back of the couch, "It was all ya fault."
Hotstreak laughed a little and flopped onto the couch, glancing over at Jounouchi. "You gotta' admit, it was a trip." He offered brighly, concealing his bandaged arm as best as he could.
"No it wasn't, ya asshole," Jounouchi muttered unhappily, "I got work tomorrow! Or today.. whatever it is now." he caught a glimpse of the bandage, blinking slowly. "..how’s ya arm?"
The pyro scowled "Fine! How's your stupid leg?" He responded irritably as he waved his hand dismissively, looking rather sullen.
"Fine..." Jounouchi murmured, forcing himself to sit up, not daring to move aforementioned leg due to the pain.
"Anyway, just blow off work," Hotstreak replied casually as his temper died down again. "Not like it's important or nothin', you still workin' at that crappy auto shop?"
"Yeah," Jounouchi scowled a little, "..but he's been waitin' fer a reason ta bust my ass... this is so gonna be it."
"So?" Hotstreak replied confidently, shrugging and putting his feet up on the coffee table, why Miyagi even had a couch and a coffee table in his office was anyone's guess. "Get another job."
"No you don't," Miyagi reminded gently as he passed by, putting down a drink for both of them on the coffee table, "Remember? You work for that young man... Kaiba-san." Jounouchi frowned, looking confused as he scratched at his head. Miyagi just smiled kindly. "Don't worry.. blood loss tends to have a slight amnesic effect on people. You'll be alright."
Of course, the name was totally lost on him and he simply shrugged, "Y'know, you could just let that 30 bucks go, ain't like I can pay you back or nothin'." Well there was the car, but considering that it was totalled and had probably been hauled off by the police by now, that didn't count.
"...shiit.." Jounouchi moaned a little, gripping his head into his hands, "...now he's really gonna bust my ass."
"Ahh, quit feelin' sorry for yourself," the pyro replied, tugging at the bandages as they started to itch.
"Ya stole my money, crippled my leg.." Jounouchi threw his hands up in despair, "An' its Christmas!" He groaned for a moment longer, before glancing up, rubbing at an eye as he asked Miyagi if he could borrow his phone.
Miyagi smiled kindly and passed him the phone before he went back to tidying his office, offering "Take it easy okay? You should call someone to come and pick you up."
"You crippled your own leg an' it was your ol' man's money, not yours." Hotstreak remarked, grinning.
"There ain't no-one ta pick me up," Jounouchi muttered softly, taking the phone and starting to dial a number into it, one that he clearly knew well, "An'," he glared at Hotstreak," Where d'ya think my old man GOT that money?" Now they were in a well lit office, an angry red mark was visible under one of Jounouchi's eyes. He held up the phone to his eat, hoping he would get an answer.
"I could always drive you," Hotstreak remarked, laughing a little. "I could probably find a car around here someplace, besides you owe me for wreakin' my last ride so lets just call it quits."
Miyagi raised his head "Shouldn't you two be heading home, it's Christmas Eve, spend it with the people you care about." The pyro sniggered behind his hand.
"I'm not gettin' in a car with ya EVER again." Jounouchi muttered in response, "I don't wanna get my other leg crippled.."
"Anyone'd think I did it on purpose." Hotstreak replied before getting up. "Anyway, I'm outta' here, don't fancy being around for your stupid family reunion."
"Oh please.. I'd only get one of those if I ended up goin' inta hospital," Jounouchi gritted his teeth.
"Then who you callin?" He questioned, his curiosity getting the better of him. He had probably lingered for far too long, but it was easier than going back out in the cold.
"My boss," Jounouchi responded after a moment, "Knowin' him he'll still be awake.." Despite his best efforts he could feel his cheeks heating up.
Hotstreak blinked, staring at Jounouchi for a good minute or so before finally answering "Wait, you said he right, as in this guy's a... guy, and you're blushin'... and he's your boss! Man that's sick! He's gotta' be in his forties at least!"
"He's my age," Jounouchi shot back defensively, "Mebbe a coupla months older. Ya can't tell me ya ain't ever heard of Kaiba Corp."
"Wait wait wait, you mean you're workin' for that Kaiba?! And you were gettin' on my case about a lousy 30 bucks?!" He was probably overreacting, but considering how successful that company was, he doubted Jounouchi was on peanuts.
"Its Christmas, dickweed," Jounouchi narrowed his eyes, "Take my rent, present spendin, food, all that, I ain't got much ta spare."
"But your ol' man had it in the first place so you couldn't have spent it, he'd have blown it at some stupid bar or... somethin' sooner or later, get off my case about it. Asshole." Hotstreak replied as he moved towards the door, he didn't have to stay and put up with this, hell he could torch the whole building down to the ground if he wanted to, and it was beginning to get rather tempting.
"Why d'ya think I went lookin' fer him?" Jounouchi shook his head, tapping his fingers on the side of the couch.
"Yeah well, now you got a busted leg for your trouble," Hotstreak remarked cockily, leaning against the wall and shoving his hands into his pockets. "I don't have the cash, so you're just gonna' have to get over it, Blondie."
"Ya better give it ta me," Jounouchi responded darkly after a few moments, "..when I'm walkin', I'll be after ya."
"I'll be after ya'," he mimicked before rolling his eyes, clearly not taking him seriously. "Right, you'd take me in a fight." He laughed, the very idea of Jounouchi beating him up was hilarious.
"Bastard.." Jounouchi hissed, at that moment wanting nothing more to get home and curl up, and go to sleep. No matter that his apartment would be freezing; since his flatmate had left, he was falling further behind with meeting the rent each month. So that meant no heating, for the moment.
"Anyway, i'm outta' here." He replied before glancing at the clock on the wall. It was still too early to go back to his place and he really did want to avoid having to interact with his family, especially when they hated him and were not shy about showing it. "Got things to do."
"Fine," Jounouchi nodded, still listening to the purr of the phone, "...have a good Christmas, or whatever."
"Yeah, you too." Hotstreak answered with a shrug before he yanked open the door and strode out into the cold.
Miyagi watched him leave before turning his attention back to Jounouchi, gently taking the phone from him. "Try again later, he might be sleeping by now."
Jounouchi sighed a little, mixed in with an irritated snarl as he leant back against the couch.
"Just try to get some rest for now, you've lost a lot of blood, it wont do you any good to get agitated right now." Miyagi answered.
"Fine," Jounouchi led down, his arms folded as he stared up at the ceiling. It was shaping up to be the worst Christmas ever.
"Everything will work out, try calling him again in a few hours." Miyagi replied, squeezing Jounouchi's shoulder gently. "In the meantime, get some rest."
"Shouldn't ya be gettin' home to ya wife?" Jounouchi questioned, not unkindly, as he slumped down further.
"Will you be alright here on your own though?" Miyagi questioned, concern showing in his voice.
"Course," Jounouchi cracked a smile, "..its warm an' comfy here.. if I can't get ta Kaiba, I'll phone fer a taxi."
"Alright. Merry Christmas," Miyagi replied with a smile, giving Jounouchi's shoulder another squeeze before taking his coat.
"Same to ya." Jounouchi gave a smile back, his good leg bent up at the knee as settled himself better.
Miyagi offered him a warm smile before wishing him goodnight and leaving, shutting the door softly behind him as he left to be with his wife on Christmas Eve.
Where: Streets of New Sanctum, Miyagi's practice later on.
When: 12:05am, December 25th.
Summary: Hotstreak's out looking for his next thrill on Christmas Eve no less when Jounouchi shows up, he has a score to settle with him, but gets far more than he bargained for.
Notes: Sucky summary, but comment?
It was just after midnight on Christmas Eve, a time when good little boys and girls would be sleeping from the fear that Santa would not leave them any presents if they were not sleeping, even older kids by this point would have been sleeping after indulging in Christmas parties galore and probably having too much to drink. However despite the late hour, Hotstreak was still loitering around the streets with a rather bored expression on his face, whilst he was beginning to feel rather tired he was certainly not prepared to go back home just yet, the night was still young for family rows.
Letting out a sigh and pushing himself away from the lamp post, he sauntered down the street, ignoring the icy wind that swirled around his body. "Stupid holidays," he muttered to himself, casually setting fire to a dumpster as he strode past, not even looking as the whole thing exploded due to a half-empty can of hairspray. He'd blown stuff up, he'd broken a few windows, gotten into a fight, stolen some guy's wallet, spent most of the money on food which he'd then eaten, tagged a wall and gone to a stupid block party there was nothing else to keep him entertained.
Crossing the street and turning a corner, he grinned to himself as he laid his eyes on the flash sports car someone had parked quite irresponsibly (in his opinion) in a bad neighbourhood, on a dark street. Taking a moment to admire the flash car from a distance, he decided within minutes that he wanted it and swiftly approached it, crouching and lighting a flame on the tip of his finger, using it to melt through the lock. The car was a sleek Lamborghini, a new one too he realized after taking a quick gander at the licence plate. Having a car in New Sanctum automatically made you a status symbol due to how expensive they were, even for a crappy Vauxhall Corsa and this idiot had just parked it outside a two-story house in his neighbourhood.
It was the perfect Christmas present. "And she's all~ mine." He told himself, grinning like a kid in a candy store as the flames gradually melted through the metal.
Jounouchi was pissed. He had spent a good proportion of his Christmas Eve seeking out his good for nothing father, trailing through the ever falling snow from pub to bar to club to even a few parties, looking for him. And he had come to find him barely conscious, propped up against the bar whilst waiting for the ambulance to get there. Not feeling anything in particular for the man himself, Jounouchi had gotten increasingly annoyed at noticing his father's wallet was missing. The fact that most of, it not all, the money in there was his own. From a few bystanders, he had heard that it was a red haired teenager who had beaten up on the man, one with blond streaks in his hair. As another bar fly piped up about how the teenager's pants hung halfway down his ass, Jounouchi knew instantly who had done the deed.
Which found him turning around and storming out of the bar, brushing past two very surprised medics, who then went on to aid his father. Jounouchi was now into the neighbourhood he knew was one of the worse in New Sanctum. His reasoning was that scum liked to hang out in scummy areas, and kept his eyes sharp not only for gang attacks, but for a certain individual.
Muttering to himself angrily as the heat no longer seemed to have an effect on the lock now that he had partially welded through it, he intensified the heat, smoke beginning to rise from his body as the searing heat met the cold night air. Blowing the smoke away from the hole he had created he peered into it and snarled, his eyes flashing. "Stupid heat resistant… something or other! Melt!" He knew that everything had a melting point, even so-called 'heat resistant' materials, but he was never known for having much patience and now was no exception. He didn't really want to trash the car before he even got to drive it, but lingering around too long was never the smart thing to do. After letting out another string of swear words and intensifying the heat even more, he finally melted a tiny hole through the door and after a few more seconds had finally unlocked it. "Ugh, the jackass couldn't even leave me a full tank? What a bastard." He muttered upon noticing the needle on the gas metre.
Blowing the smoke from his finger, the hot-headed pyro took a moment to take in the smell of the leather as he ran his fingers over the steering wheel excitedly before he proceeded to melt the panel around the ignition, leaving the drivers side door open as he began to fiddle with the wires, just in case he needed to bail out of operation 'Car Jack'. It was hard to imagine that he could really concentrate on anything, let alone look like he was actually thinking about stuff, but this was different, it was important.
The second that he saw the shadowed figure crouched down by the car, Jounouchi had the gut feeling it was him. He could recall the firey redhead having a fondness for the flashy and speedy cars, and this seemed to be both. He couldn't help his eyes roaming over the sleek exterior of the verhicle as he quickened his pace down the icy street, wondering for just a moment how it would be to have enough cash to afford something like that. He drew up short at seeing Hotsreak's back, Jounouchi grabbed one of the muscled shoulders tight. "..I want my money."
"Back off!" Hotstreak snapped as he promptly gripped Jounouchi's hand, squeezing it tightly as he forced him to remove it, irritated at being interrupted. Placing a hand on the roof of the car and pushing himself to his feet, he turned and glowered at the blond before smirking cockily. "Hey man, you got the wrong guy, I ain't taken anythin' from you," he reasoned that he could probably pound this kid into a pulp without anybody noticing, but he'd already gotten involved in one brawl today and the car really was calling to him, so he decided to just let it go and got back into the car, scowling at the wires. He could hotwire cars in his sleep, but it looked like the idiot who actually owned it had already done something to the ignition, so the way they had been hooked up was confusing the hell out of him.
"Buzz off!" He added irritably once he realized that Jounouchi hadn't taken the hint, making a shooing motion with his hand as he ripped out one of the wires. "Argh, still nothin'… what did that idiot do to ya?" He muttered, switching over some more of the wires and trying to make sense of the mess. Anyone would think that the car designers had done it themselves, just to make it more difficult to steal.
"Its red over blue, idiot," Jounouchi retorted, nursing his hand against his body for a moment or two, wincing at how strong that grip had been, "See? Then ya cross that bit an' that bit," blinking, he shook his head, to get back on topic, "An' ya did, ya theivin' bastard. Ya took a wallet offa fat drunk guy.. baldin'. That would be MY money in there, so hand it over."
A low growl escaped from the back of his throat as Hotstreak stared at the wires again, following Jounouchi's instructions though not appearing to be too happy about it. "I woulda' figured it out! I have hotwired cars before!" He snapped before connecting the final wire. His face lit up with childish glee as the car roared to life and he promptly revved the engine, perking up even more. "Oh yeah! Listen to that power!" Laughing and adjusting the seat to his height, he scowled a little upon hearing Jounouchi clear his throat and promptly pulled the wallet out of his pocket, tossing it to him. "Oh fine! Take the stupid thing. Now buzz…," he hesitated, glancing at the blond again and frowning. "Hey, I know you? Ya' look kinda' familiar…"
"I'd be t'guy whose way better at hot wirin' then ya," Jounouchi retorted, opening the wallet and frowning, "Oi! I want t'money too! That took me ages ta earn all that," he added, pulling out what money there was left and shoving it into his pocket, "An' I'm kinda insulted. First ya spend my cash, then ya ferget my name."
"What can I say, a guys gotta' eat and you don't seem like the kinda' guy I'd remember." The pyro answered with a shrug as he grinned, leaning back in the car seat and making himself comfortable. Even if he hadn't really wanted to still be on the same street once he'd gotten access to the car and started the engine, he wasn't about to miss the opportunity to be a smartass.
"What can I say, ya better cough up that money or t'next thing ya'll be eatin' is a knuckle sandwich," Jounouchi threatened, a hand forming into a tight fist, despite the bigger build of the other, he would take him on any time for the money he had taken not once, but TWICE from him.
Hotstreak's eyes suddenly lit up in recognition, as though something that Jounouchi had said was very familiar to him. "Hey hey now Katsuya, there's no need for talk like that," he remarked, holding up his hands in protest though his expression clearly said that he wasn't taking the blond seriously, at all. "Heh, 'least I remember your name now. No hard feelin's eh? 'Cause I'd hate for somethin' bad to happen to you 'cause you pissed me off."
"Now all ya gotta do is give me my money, an' I won't punch ya face in," came the retort, a palm held out flat for the cash, "Francis."
The pyro scowled in response to his real name, as it was something that was never to be said in public, no matter what the situation. Oh sure his mother always addressed him as Francis whenever she actually acknowledged he was there, but he had repeatedly told her to use F-Stop or Hotstreak, inattentive mothers just didn't listen.
Flames surrounded his hands as a low growl escaped his throat. "Don't ever call me that, I ain't even got your damn money no more! I spent it." He sneered as he got out of the car, the flames spreading all over his body.
"Man, does that still hit a sore spot with ya?" Jounouchi didn't seem at all threatened by the flames flickering along both of Hotsreak's arms, just holding up his hands in protest, "Well okay," he lowered his hand to his heart, attempting to look sincere, "..I won't call ya...Francis again. Nope.. not Francis.. ever again."
Letting another growl escape his throat, Hotstreak promptly formed a fireball in one of his hands, throwing it at Jounouchi as his body shook with anger. "I mean it! Call me that one more time an' you're toast!" Taking a calming deep breath as the flames eventually went out, he turned back to the car. "I don't get into the 'your dad's an alcoholic' thing and you don't go down the Francis thing, got that? I told you that I don't have your damn money, where am I 'supposed to get $30, huh?! Where?!" Calming deep breaths never worked for him, he didn't really know why he bothered trying.
Jounouchi ducked and dodged, the fireball slamming harmlessly into the brick wall behind him, leaving a few whisps of smoke rising from the bricks. He straightened up, giving a cocky grin as he placed his hands on his hips. "...check t'glove compartment. I don't care where ya get it from, I jes' want my money."
"Argh! Then you'd better get in the damn car," Hotstreak grumbled, popping the glove compartment and rummaging through without much care. It soon became apparent just what the owner of the car did for a living as the hot-head tossed several small packages of white powder onto the back seat in annoyance. "Useless crap!" He muttered angrily, slamming the glove compartment closed again before watching the blond get into the car, rolling his eyes. Smoke was still rising off his body, but he paid it no attention, more distracted by trying to think of a place to get money. "You'll get your damn cash." He grumbled sullenly before he slammed his foot on the accelerator as soon as Jounouchi had gotten into the car, not even bothering with his seatbelt. He was a thrill seeker and he was angry, this was not the time for seatbelts.
The car roared to life and surged forwards, quickly reaching speeds of over 60MPH in a matter of seconds. Despite the late hour, there were still cars on the road (stupid rich people being driven home, Hotstreak thought), resulting in him weaving recklessly in and out of the traffic, the tires screeching on the tarmac whenever he was forced to take a rather sharp turn or brake.
"Holy SHIT," Jounouchi barely had time to breathe before the car was racing about at breakneck speed, fumbling and failing in putting his seatbelt on, the speed and the reckless weaving of the car making this near impossible, "AIN'T YA LEARNT TA DRIVE YET!?" he yelled over the roar of the wind from the open windows.
"What, an' waste good money?" The pyro questioned before laughing and shaking his head. "Man you never change, always worryin' about stupid stuff like drivers licences and all the other little stupid er… things," calming again and flashing Jounouchi a charismatic grin, he added "Just like old times eh? You huddlin' there like you're about to wet yourself, me in the drivers seat." Stretching and taking his hands off the wheel, he looked perfectly relaxed and at home, despite the high speeds they were travelling at.
"What t'fuck are ya doin'?" Jounouchi reached over, gripping onto the wheel tightly, his eyes wide in his fear, "Ya nutter! Ya gonna get us killed at this kinda speed, an' in this weather! Ya fuckin' loony BASTARD...."
Batting Jounouchi's hands away from the steering wheel, Hotstreak sharply turned a corner, the tires squealing as the whole back end of the car swung out. As the vehicle threatened to lose control, he gripped the wheel tighter as his eyes widened but he was soon laughing once he got the car back under control, albeit after slamming into several trash cans. His heart was still racing and he felt rather short of breath. "Ha! What a trip!" He sounded more relieved than giddy, but that childish look was back in his eyes.
"Oh damn ya ta hell an' back," Jounouchi groaned, throwing up his hands to cover his face, the car swerving and pushing him up hard against the side with a grimace, "...Ya are nuts.. SO nuts... stop this freakin' car right now, 'fore ya plough us inta a wall or somethin'!"
Rolling his eyes, Hotsreak promptly slammed on the breaks and the car swerved sideways, eventually coming to a halt when it crashed into a tree. The fiery red head hissed in pain as he was flung sideways, injuring his arm in the process and hissing in pain, taking several deep breaths and clutching his arm, his hand trembling and twitching. "…shit." He mumbled, looking rather shell shocked. Normally he would have laughed in this kind of situation, but he was in too much pain, his mind already reeling from what the implications of the injury could be, automatically thinking the worst.
The blond was more concerned with his leg, his face contorted into a pained wince as he gripped hard at his thigh, teeth gritted. The pain was near unbearable, the force having slammed his foot hard against the floor, twisting and snapping his leg. He was pale, sweat starting up the instant he tried to move his leg. "...fuck.."
Slowly turning his head to gaze at Jounouchi, Hotstreak let out a low groan and closed his eyes, beginning to lose his cool, he could see how this was going to end and he didn't like it. "C'mon… doesn't hurt that much." He muttered, wincing as he shifted a little and kicked open the door, clutching at his arm as he managed to get himself out of the mangled car.
"..it fuckin' 'urts," Jounouchi muttered through his teeth, leaning back against the seath, hissing softly through his teeth, "..I can't move it.."
"…shit," he muttered, glancing around wildly for a moment before pulling away from the car, only to hesitate. He could leave now, someone would see the crashed car sooner or later, even at this time of night, he wouldn't have to hang around and take someone whom he hadn't spoken to for several years to… that place. Swearing under his breath he turned his back on the car and started to walk away, only to stop again and groan. "You fuckin' owe me for this, jackass." He muttered, moving around to Jounouchi's side of the car and using his powers to burn through the door which had been mangled in the crash, yanking the door open, beginning to melt through the metal that had impaled Jounouchi's leg.
He was looking close to fainting as Hotstreak set to work melting the metal, his eyes squeezed tightly closed as the pain intensified. Blood trickled out as the metal was burnt away, staining down his jean leg into a dull red colour.
"You're… such a dick," Hotstreak commented, his face contorting in pain. He was positive that his arm was broken or sprained at the very least so how exactly he was even going to get Jounouchi out of the car was something he hadn't actually thought of yet. Once his leg had been freed from the metal, the pyro took a deep breath and moved to help him out, only to end up yelling in pain as he tried to rest some of Jounouchi's weight onto his injured arm. "…Fuck this! You gotta' get yourself out, Blondie." He didn't want to admit it, but his arm really hurt. "C'mon just… haul your ass outta' there and… I dunno, argh! Stupid stupid stupid!"
"I. Can't. Move," Jounouchi hissed softly, the whites of his training staining red with the blood that had ran from the wound, "..jes' go. I'll make somethin' up.. jes' fuck off an' save yaself."
"Argh! Shut up!" Hotstreak snapped as he tried to regain his composure. All of the distractions weren't helping much. Really he didn't even know why he was bothering, running away would be so much easier and it'd save him a trip to the hospital, bones healed on their own, right? "Just gotta' think of somethin'." He muttered.
"Is anyone hurt?" a man jogged into the area, evidentally having heard the crash and coming to investigate, "..oh my.. what happened here?" he asked, looking between Hotsreak and Jounouchi, wincing a little in sympathy, "..have you called for an ambulance yet?"
Swiftly covering up his injury upon recognising the uniform that seemed to be standard for all doctors, Hotstreak motioned absently to Jounouchi "Yeah, he is. His stupid leg got trapped in the car," he lingered for a moment, watching the man as he worked before adding hastily. "I'm fine, so I'll just be goin' now." With that, he turned to leave.
"Come on Francis," Miyagi offered kindly, looking over his shoulder at him and grabbing his non injured arm, "I won't take you.. you know where. Just let me see to your arm."
"Don't call me that," Hotstreak retorted irritably before scowling over at the doctor, not looking too pleased with the whole situation. He didn't like or trust doctors. "I hate when you call me that! An' my arm is fine! He's the one who needs to go to hospital, not me!"
"Oh I'm sorry," Miyagi smiled, "..is it still F-Stop? I just said, I will not take you to the hospital. I know how you get."
"Nah, it's Hotstreak now," the pyro replied, trying to appear as uninterested as possible as he motioned once again to the car where Jounouchi was still sitting. The less he thought about having to go to hospital with a potentially broken arm, the calmer he was. "Pft anyway doc, you make it sound worse than it is." Despite his words he still lingered, watching him tend to Jounouchi.
"Hotstreak.. ahh that’s right!" Miyagi gave a pleasent smile, still seeing to Jounouchi's leg, the blond not really with it as he lolled back against the seat, "..joyriding again I take it.."
The red head simply shrugged, a small smile appearing on his face. "What can I say? I like fast cars. Besides I was gonna' take it back… eventually." He replied, though he was finding it rather difficult to keep a straight face. None of the cars he had stolen had ever been returned to their owners, normally ending up engulfed in a great ball of fire or totalled halfway through a building or rammed into a tree.
"Of course," Miyagi's tone suggested that he knew him more than that, "Its a flash one this time. You must be getting better at hotwiring."
"'Course I am." Hotstreak replied confidently as he leant against the mangled wreckage of the car, wincing a little as he accidentally brushed his arm against the doorframe. "Anyway, I'm outta' here. Just… tell him I didn't bother waitin', okay? Don't want him gettin' the wrong idea or nothin'."
Miyagi chuckled. "Now come on.. let me take a look at least," he stood up, after making sure Jounouchi would be alright, "Come on.. hold out your arm for me."
Flames automatically surrounded his hand as Miyagi moved closer to him before he eventually muttered something under his breath and put out the fire again, the sooner the doctor looked at his arm, the sooner he could get away from the scene before the blond regained consciousness and the cops showed up demanding to know what had happened. "It's FINE! Geeze…," he sullenly allowed him to check his arm, tensing a little as smoke rose up from his body.
"A sprain, I'm afraid," Miyagi offered gently, barely touching the arm as he checked it over, "Luckily it wont take too long to heal, but you need it seeing to."
"Shit," he muttered before he pulled away, silently relieved that it wasn’t something that would require hospital treatment "Anyway, you got what you wanted and checked it out, now lemmie go." He huffed, still wanting to get away from the scene as fast as possible. He was positive that sprains could heal themselves.
"Don't be silly," the man tutted gently, "You can't leave it like that, you’ll make it worse.”
"Hey! You said no hospitals!" Hotstreak answered angrily, flames automatically surrounding his non-injured hand again. "I don't do hospitals. Besides, you got your hands full with him." He motioned to Jounouchi as he moved away from the car before hesitating as he heard the sirens in the distance. "Shit."
"Shush," Miyagi tried to calm him down, "...Hotstreak, listen. I won't let them take you into hospital, alright? I promise.. just do what they tell you."
"Nah, no way," he remarked, determined to leave the scene without being poked and prodded by a doctor or put in heat resistant shackles by the police. "You think they wanna' have idle chit chat with me? Don't think so." The flames licked at his bare skin though didn't even leave a mark whilst smoke rose up from his body. "Look doc, you either do somethin' about my arm here an' now, or I'm outta' here."
"Then go," Miyagi offered after a moment, "...come to my office.. you know where that is. I can help you privately there.. how does that sound?"
"Yeah, sure." Hotstreak replied, sounding rather distracted as he moved away from the wreckage "Later." With that, he ran off.
Jounouchi groaned a little as the sirens came closer, opening his eyes to slits as he turned to the side.
Miyagi gently lifted him out of the car, casting a worried glance at the alley Hotstreak had run down before carrying Jounouchi down the street, not failing to notice the drug paraphernalia in the process. "It's alright, i'm going to take you back to my clinic where I can treat your leg, Katsuya."
"Wha' leg?" Jounouchi murmured, slurring his words a little due to the blood loss, his world swimming so deciding to close those eyes once again.
Leaving the scene as the police cars showed up, Miyagi silently hoped that neither of them had been stupid enough to leave something of theirs in the car. Really, he had thought Jounouchi would have known better than to go on a joyride and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in him. "Concentrate on staying awake for now, you've lost a lot of blood. You might need a transfusion, in the worst case scenario."
"..I want my money.." Jounouchi sighed, opening his eyes to slits, "..'e's gone.. ain't he?"
"Francis...," Miyagi mumbled to himself, disappointment evident in his voice before he shook his head and focused back on Jounouchi "Yes, i'm afraid he left. Can you remember what happened?"
"...took my money.." Jounouchi murmured again, "...bein' a twat.."
"How much?" Miyagi questioned. They were getting close to his office now and whilst it was probably not the most appropriate place, he knew Jounouchi couldn't afford the hospital bills.
"...30... my money.. t'bastard," Jounouchi hissed softly, "...beat up.. t'old man.."
"I'll make sure he gives it back," Miyagi answered firmly as he pushed open the front door, entering the building and lying Jounouchi on a nearby bed before beginning to tend to his injury, hooking him up to some machines in the process to monitor his heart rate and blood pressure.
Jounouchi just nodded, turning his head to the side as his eyes closed again. "..'e better..."
"He will, now get some rest." Miyagi replied gently, beginning to clean the wound and bandage Jounouchi's leg, hoping that the blond's body would be able to replace the blood that was lost on its own.
Jounouchi curled up on his side, his head tucked in as he allowed Miyagi to tend to him, trusting the other implicitly.
Unknown to the pair of them Hotstreak lingered by the window outside, watching what was happening and holding his injured arm close. It was starting to snow, not that the cold really bothered him, but it certainly didn't feel like Christmas Eve anymore.
Miyagi finished tending to Jounouchi's leg and tucked him in before he let out a sigh and sat down, rubbing his forehead as he tried to think.
Having passed out neatly again, a piece of metal going through your leg tended to do that to you one way or another, Jounouchi was silent now, in some bizzare combination of sleep and unconsciousness. Miyagi glanced up, looking through the window, just catching sight of Hotstreak.
Realizing that he had been spotted, the pyro moved away from the window and swore under his breath, sitting on a trash can as he glanced around. He knew Miyagi would come out for him, so he either made another run for it with his injured arm or, he could just accept what was going to happen. Just as he was about to slip off, he spotted Miyagi approaching him and let out a groan. "Shit."
"I did tell you to come here and get that arm seen to," Miyagi offered surprisingly mildly, "I would have thought you to have more brains than to go about your usual activities with an injury."
"Yeah yeah," Hotstreak responded as he slouched a little, leaning against the wall. The trash can was hardly a comfortable place to sit, but he couldn't be bothered moving. "You should be payin' more attention to him than me, it's just a sprain, doc." He added with a grin.
"Just a sprain," the man repeated, rolling his eyes a little, though not harshly, "..a sprain that needs to be seen to all the same. Come on, get inside. Its freezing out here."
Rolling his eyes and deciding to avoid mentioning that he felt perfectly fine, Hotstreak jumped off the trash can and moved inside, not looking too pleased about it. Glancing over at Jounouchi, he muttered something under his breath and leant against the wall casually. "It's his fault I crashed in the first place."
"Of course it was," Miyagi gave a small smile as he led Hotstreak further in, "I don't even know why he was with you in the first place. I had him pegged down as being better than that."
Hotstreak shot him a look before shrugging "Ah I dunno, he was buggin' me about somethin'."
"About his money?" Miyagi remarked, motioning for him to sit down in a chair.
"Yeah, that's it," the pyro answered, glancing over at the unconscious blond before shaking his head "I can't pay him back y'know, even if I actually wanted to."
"Not straight away, but you should aim to at some point," Miyagi offered, gesturing for him to hold out his arm, "Do you think that he would have gotten into that car with you if he didn't need that money so badly?"
Hotstreak allowed Miyagi to look at his arm, albeit rather reluctantly. "Hey, it was only 30 bucks, nothin' to get so upset about, I didn't even take it from him in the first place, I took it from some fat drunk guy," he shrugged and suddenly stiffened, hissing in pain as Miyagi took his arm, his eyes glowing "Hey! Watch it!"
"Calm down," Miyagi replied firmly, reaching out with his other hand to get a wad of bandaging, "It's a nasty sprain. I just need to give it some support. And only thirty bucks," he shook his head, "..thirty bucks is thirty bucks. And I'm sure you know all too well who the fat drunk guy was."
"Ahh it ain't my problem." Hotstreak remarked firmly, shaking his head and clenching his fist, keeping his eyes fixed on the blond. "Look... he's gonna' be okay right? Last thing I need is a death on my hands."
"You underestimate him, if you think he will die," Miyagi chuckled despite the situation, "He should be fine.. not well for a little while, but if he keeps his weight off that leg then he will be. Since it pierced through the leg, it may cause him some long term, or even permanent damage, such as a limp or a pain if he uses it for too long."
"Serves him right, actin' all stupid and makin' me trash a perfectly good ride," Hotstreak muttered before hissing again, flames surrounding his hand. "I said watch it! Jackass!"
"Now did he make you, or did you do that yourself?" Miyagi asked, not even blinking as the flames started up, "Please calm down, this bandage isn't fireproof."
He rolled his eyes "I took my hands off the wheel, he freaked an' tried to take control of the car. Next thing I know he's shriekin' at me to stop the car, so I did, the stupid thing went outta' control and slammed into the tree, I was hardly my fault." He couldn't help but grin a little as he spoke, despite how irritated he felt.
"...right," Miyagi smiled, shaking his head, "...either way, it isn't kind to point the finger of blame at him." He finished the bandaging with a flourish, tucking it in securely.
"Why? Just 'cause a piece of metal got stuck in his leg?" Hotstreak sneered rather childishly before standing up, flexing his fingers and grimacing. "Pft, he shoulda' left me alone."
"Shut ya face," came the muffled voice from the blond, his face currently pressed up and into the back of the couch, "It was all ya fault."
Hotstreak laughed a little and flopped onto the couch, glancing over at Jounouchi. "You gotta' admit, it was a trip." He offered brighly, concealing his bandaged arm as best as he could.
"No it wasn't, ya asshole," Jounouchi muttered unhappily, "I got work tomorrow! Or today.. whatever it is now." he caught a glimpse of the bandage, blinking slowly. "..how’s ya arm?"
The pyro scowled "Fine! How's your stupid leg?" He responded irritably as he waved his hand dismissively, looking rather sullen.
"Fine..." Jounouchi murmured, forcing himself to sit up, not daring to move aforementioned leg due to the pain.
"Anyway, just blow off work," Hotstreak replied casually as his temper died down again. "Not like it's important or nothin', you still workin' at that crappy auto shop?"
"Yeah," Jounouchi scowled a little, "..but he's been waitin' fer a reason ta bust my ass... this is so gonna be it."
"So?" Hotstreak replied confidently, shrugging and putting his feet up on the coffee table, why Miyagi even had a couch and a coffee table in his office was anyone's guess. "Get another job."
"No you don't," Miyagi reminded gently as he passed by, putting down a drink for both of them on the coffee table, "Remember? You work for that young man... Kaiba-san." Jounouchi frowned, looking confused as he scratched at his head. Miyagi just smiled kindly. "Don't worry.. blood loss tends to have a slight amnesic effect on people. You'll be alright."
Of course, the name was totally lost on him and he simply shrugged, "Y'know, you could just let that 30 bucks go, ain't like I can pay you back or nothin'." Well there was the car, but considering that it was totalled and had probably been hauled off by the police by now, that didn't count.
"...shiit.." Jounouchi moaned a little, gripping his head into his hands, "...now he's really gonna bust my ass."
"Ahh, quit feelin' sorry for yourself," the pyro replied, tugging at the bandages as they started to itch.
"Ya stole my money, crippled my leg.." Jounouchi threw his hands up in despair, "An' its Christmas!" He groaned for a moment longer, before glancing up, rubbing at an eye as he asked Miyagi if he could borrow his phone.
Miyagi smiled kindly and passed him the phone before he went back to tidying his office, offering "Take it easy okay? You should call someone to come and pick you up."
"You crippled your own leg an' it was your ol' man's money, not yours." Hotstreak remarked, grinning.
"There ain't no-one ta pick me up," Jounouchi muttered softly, taking the phone and starting to dial a number into it, one that he clearly knew well, "An'," he glared at Hotstreak," Where d'ya think my old man GOT that money?" Now they were in a well lit office, an angry red mark was visible under one of Jounouchi's eyes. He held up the phone to his eat, hoping he would get an answer.
"I could always drive you," Hotstreak remarked, laughing a little. "I could probably find a car around here someplace, besides you owe me for wreakin' my last ride so lets just call it quits."
Miyagi raised his head "Shouldn't you two be heading home, it's Christmas Eve, spend it with the people you care about." The pyro sniggered behind his hand.
"I'm not gettin' in a car with ya EVER again." Jounouchi muttered in response, "I don't wanna get my other leg crippled.."
"Anyone'd think I did it on purpose." Hotstreak replied before getting up. "Anyway, I'm outta' here, don't fancy being around for your stupid family reunion."
"Oh please.. I'd only get one of those if I ended up goin' inta hospital," Jounouchi gritted his teeth.
"Then who you callin?" He questioned, his curiosity getting the better of him. He had probably lingered for far too long, but it was easier than going back out in the cold.
"My boss," Jounouchi responded after a moment, "Knowin' him he'll still be awake.." Despite his best efforts he could feel his cheeks heating up.
Hotstreak blinked, staring at Jounouchi for a good minute or so before finally answering "Wait, you said he right, as in this guy's a... guy, and you're blushin'... and he's your boss! Man that's sick! He's gotta' be in his forties at least!"
"He's my age," Jounouchi shot back defensively, "Mebbe a coupla months older. Ya can't tell me ya ain't ever heard of Kaiba Corp."
"Wait wait wait, you mean you're workin' for that Kaiba?! And you were gettin' on my case about a lousy 30 bucks?!" He was probably overreacting, but considering how successful that company was, he doubted Jounouchi was on peanuts.
"Its Christmas, dickweed," Jounouchi narrowed his eyes, "Take my rent, present spendin, food, all that, I ain't got much ta spare."
"But your ol' man had it in the first place so you couldn't have spent it, he'd have blown it at some stupid bar or... somethin' sooner or later, get off my case about it. Asshole." Hotstreak replied as he moved towards the door, he didn't have to stay and put up with this, hell he could torch the whole building down to the ground if he wanted to, and it was beginning to get rather tempting.
"Why d'ya think I went lookin' fer him?" Jounouchi shook his head, tapping his fingers on the side of the couch.
"Yeah well, now you got a busted leg for your trouble," Hotstreak remarked cockily, leaning against the wall and shoving his hands into his pockets. "I don't have the cash, so you're just gonna' have to get over it, Blondie."
"Ya better give it ta me," Jounouchi responded darkly after a few moments, "..when I'm walkin', I'll be after ya."
"I'll be after ya'," he mimicked before rolling his eyes, clearly not taking him seriously. "Right, you'd take me in a fight." He laughed, the very idea of Jounouchi beating him up was hilarious.
"Bastard.." Jounouchi hissed, at that moment wanting nothing more to get home and curl up, and go to sleep. No matter that his apartment would be freezing; since his flatmate had left, he was falling further behind with meeting the rent each month. So that meant no heating, for the moment.
"Anyway, i'm outta' here." He replied before glancing at the clock on the wall. It was still too early to go back to his place and he really did want to avoid having to interact with his family, especially when they hated him and were not shy about showing it. "Got things to do."
"Fine," Jounouchi nodded, still listening to the purr of the phone, "...have a good Christmas, or whatever."
"Yeah, you too." Hotstreak answered with a shrug before he yanked open the door and strode out into the cold.
Miyagi watched him leave before turning his attention back to Jounouchi, gently taking the phone from him. "Try again later, he might be sleeping by now."
Jounouchi sighed a little, mixed in with an irritated snarl as he leant back against the couch.
"Just try to get some rest for now, you've lost a lot of blood, it wont do you any good to get agitated right now." Miyagi answered.
"Fine," Jounouchi led down, his arms folded as he stared up at the ceiling. It was shaping up to be the worst Christmas ever.
"Everything will work out, try calling him again in a few hours." Miyagi replied, squeezing Jounouchi's shoulder gently. "In the meantime, get some rest."
"Shouldn't ya be gettin' home to ya wife?" Jounouchi questioned, not unkindly, as he slumped down further.
"Will you be alright here on your own though?" Miyagi questioned, concern showing in his voice.
"Course," Jounouchi cracked a smile, "..its warm an' comfy here.. if I can't get ta Kaiba, I'll phone fer a taxi."
"Alright. Merry Christmas," Miyagi replied with a smile, giving Jounouchi's shoulder another squeeze before taking his coat.
"Same to ya." Jounouchi gave a smile back, his good leg bent up at the knee as settled himself better.
Miyagi offered him a warm smile before wishing him goodnight and leaving, shutting the door softly behind him as he left to be with his wife on Christmas Eve.