Fox and the Hound [Alix and Tray]

[Alix Taylor]

[This is a sub-thread of the original Contest Thread and a continuation of A Meeting Between “Friends”. This is a Tray/Alix thread only (at least for a little while)]

Alix, arms occupied by holding up the ninja turtle, hastily followed a Mr. Tray Waters to wherever he wanted to 'talk'. Odd enough that he kept walking. And now that Alix had the time to think, she recalled that Aki was supposed to go... aw, did she miss it? The older brunette would have to check back later to see how the child faired. Hopefully Akika did well. Alix didn't know exactly what to do if she didn't.

Matthew fidgeted on Alix's shoulder, positioning his haunches on her collarbone in such a manner that wouldn't allow his flaming keister to burn her. That had actually occurred before, and it wasn't pretty. Regardless, he was more concerned about the blond ahead. Glaring viciously into the back of the opprobrious blond's head, Matthew withheld a growl. He hated Tray. Absolutely hated him. And, as contrasting as could be, Alix liked him! This was definitely hurting their bond. Another reason why Matthew disliked the boy. He was the wedge that was stuck in between their bond. And Matthew planned to personally 'remove' the thorn from their link soon enough.

"Traay... are we there yet?" Alix chimed purposefully, intending to sound naive and annoying.

[Tray Waters]

“Almost.”

The blonde Casanova reassured the whining inamorata. The two continued to walk down the hallway. The male’s arm accompanying the woman’s hip, knowing full well the discomfort this would bring her. Normally, Tray would prefer to wrap his arm around Alix’s shoulders; however, that position was filled, now wasn’t it? Regardless, the young blonde pressed lightly onto her body, giving slight pressure as to inch her towards him. Having been in this position for a moment, he turned to the brunette as they approached an isolated bench.

“Are you comfortable, Alix? Or should I give you a bit of space?”

He asked the woman plainly, a soft smile pursing his lips.

[Alix Taylor]

Alix smiled casually at Tray's one-word remark, debating whether to counter with 'How about now?' The tension from earlier didn't seem to have much of an effect on Tray. Was that good or bad? Surely the blond should express some concern over being openly accused of belonging to a highly despised gang. But... then again, this was Tray Waters.

Then... Then... Then a Mr. Waters did something that really made her go red. He snaked his arm around her waist, tugging the two bodies closer to one another. Alix nearly passed out. One, a man had never, ever displayed interest in her (aside from a perverted Zetsumei). Two, no one had ever.... handled her in such a way. Ever. And naturally, being very nervous and shy in nature, this touch was not exactly making the female feel 'comfortable'. Heat radiated from the girl's body a scarlet flushed in her cheeks. When Tray stopped and kindly inquired if she was comfortable, she was about to say no. Although she did adore this man, she wasn't quite ready for this.

Matthew seemed to pick up on the signs. Tearing down Alix's side, the imp of a chimp ripped Tray's hand away. Lucky for Tray's sake that the monkey used his fingers, not fangs. Glaring venomously at the blond, the fire monkey threatened to spew iron-hot flames into his face.

"Matthew!" Alix exclaimed in discontent, furious with her partner. Why was he so upset?! Granted, the girl was relieved to have a bit of space, Matt had no right to do that! Why was he so nasty around Tray? The chimp leaped from her side, turning to her to burn holes into her with his glare. He shouted a few choice words, only understandable by Mikey and Alix. "You need to go cool off." Alix said icily, frowning back at the angered pokemon. Matthew snorted, smoke spurting from his nostrils as he let out a growl. With another collection of insults, he turned to dash off down the hallway.

"I don't know why he's so upset..." Alix muttered, shaking her head back and forth. Mikey cast her a sympathetic look, as he himself was without a clue on how to solve this predicament. Alix turned, positioning herself on the bench with Mikey in her grasp. Was Matt just jealous? Alix couldn't tell. The brunette sighed, pushing a few strands of chocolate hair behind her ear. At least... at least Matt ended the awkwardness.

[Crappiest post ever. PM me if you want it redone.]

[Tray Waters]

[ooc: Post was wonderful. No need to redo it.]

Tray witnessed as the brunette woman’s cheeks flooded crimson. She seemed to be ever bit as uncomfortable as the blonde male had expected / planned. Had no one ever held her in such a fashion? Was this small gesture still to advanced for the female? Disappointing, Tray would have to handle this woman with kiddie gloves. What had actually vexed the boy was that his arm had been pried away by the feisty little imp. Humph. And he was just enjoying the woman’s comfort too.

This had little meaning as the chimp soon spat some incomprehensible words of anger, glared at his partner / owner and ran off. Ugh. These chimps were such a handful. Alix on the other hand, had been flustered by her partner’s actions. Meanwhile, Tray felt a tinge of guilt building up. He had no intentions of splitting apart a perfectly functioning relationship. However, his interest in the tomboy was far too much to ignore.

“Neither do I…”

He replied quietly, masking his annoyance as sadness. The two now sat comfortably on the bench. The blonde’s arms sprawled out amongst the head of the bench as he slouched in his seat, his overall lax nature overriding his debonair and urbane persona. The gaze of Tray Waters met with he form of Alix Taylor as he began to speak his mind.

“Alix, I have a favour to ask of you.”

He paused for a moment and allowed his single statement to sink in. He knew she’d like the request almost as much as she did finding an overexcited turtle in her backpack.

“It seems that my Raichu has returned to me with a group of children. I apologize if this is asking too much, but I need a motherly woman to take care of them. They’ve come with a so-called ‘Aki Hoshikedo’ or ‘-keda’, one of the two. Regardless, they’re with the scruffy looking brunette. Can you please take care of at least one?”

Knowing full well the burden he was putting on her, his eyes exposed the anxiety and fear of refusal in his heart. However, he did not know this ‘Aki’ woman close enough to trust her with her favoured companion’s offspring. Alix on the other hand, he trusted completely.

“Alix, I have some other business to attend to. So after this tournament, it’ll be a while before we meet again.”

The male paused momentarily, as if his mind were drifting.

“You know, it’s just as they say. The scariest thing is child birth. When someone has a child, it’s as if they’re heart is walking outside their own bodies. Should anything happen to that child, they’re heart will shatter.

The blonde’s attention returned to the girl’s as his eyes met with hers.

“Please, Alix, take care of my heart.

[Alix Taylor]

Tray, seeming saddened by the fact that Alix was feeling upset herself, didn't miss the cue of claiming his perch next to Alix on the seemingly small bench. That ba-... boy probably picked this spot for a reason. Alix sighed, not exactly in the mood for dealing with Tray and his overly seductive persona. As silence hovered over the two, Alix began to fidget. She could feel Tray's eyes boring into her as she proceeded to retie Mikey's headband. The turtle's eyes locked onto her, his head tilted entirely upwards, making the headband-tying process even more difficult. Using one hand, he pushed his head back down, only to have it rebound a second later with a supercilious grin. Oh please, let him not take after his original trainer.

Tray then began speaking. Not wishing to be rude, Alix lifted her gaze to meet his. However, there was an unexpected intensity behind his gray orbs. One that wouldn't allow for Alix to look away, even for a second. Such concentration was rare to see in Tray. Something she herself had not witnessed at this level. Now, wasn't the ambrosial blond just full of surprises? Regardless, Alix was captivated by the grasp that Tray had over her attention. Had she not just finished tying the knot in Mikey's ninja band, it would have slipped through her fingers and off of the blue turtles head.

The man then continued, rambling on about his old Raichu having offspring and them being in need of a good home. Alix nearly groaned. He was asking her to take one. Take another one of his pokemon. Take another lunatic that would drive her to the edge of her sanity and over.

However, the girl couldn't open up her mouth and reject the offer, as much as she wanted to. The intensity in his eyes was strong, yet very sad. He was begging. Tray Waters was begging. Alix, unable to say anything, was simply swept up in the man's depth as he carried on.

Unable to see him for a long time? Alix didn't even try to hide the sadness that splashed onto her face. It had been so long since the last meeting. Alix had missed Tray in the mountains... that or she missed his neck to strangle because of Mikey's idiocy.

Tray began speaking again, yanking Alix from her thoughts. He began to go on about children. That context alone made Alix a little uneasy. Here Tray was, discussing child birth a moment after he had his hand around her waist. Putting two and two together, the female inched to the left, ever so slightly putting a teeny tiny gap between them.

However, Tray was actually being sincere (for once). Alix was surprised, as this boy didn't exactly seem like the deep type. Though, his perspective on children was honest. Natural. Pure. And Alix knew that Tray needed to find homes, especially if he had a pack of young Pichus. Tray returned his stone gaze to her own, recapturing all attention as if she was locked within tunnel vision.

"...Ok" she whispered quietly, not fully realizing that she'd be adding another pokemon to her team. Another one from Tray. She was beginning to feel dependent on the creatures that he constantly bestowed on her. However, in this case, she was doing a favor for him.

[Tray Waters]

The look on Alix’s face was a diagnostic one. It was as if she was analyzing each and every expression he exposed, trying to tap into the farthest recesses of his mind to get a mental picture for herself on what exactly it was that he was thinking. Suddenly, looking up after she’d finished tying Michelangelo’s headband, her eyes drifted to his. At that point, they were locked. Having finished saying all that he had to say, he received a two letter response of acceptance. Wonderful, he needed that. As soon as he had spoken, the announcements rang out. The next match was about to begin, and Tray was facing off against Serenity. This was interesting, she was a pretty face whom he’d yet to… charm. Next match starts now, let the show be-- … continue.

[Exit]