Day Four: Morning

[Jeice]

A sadistic grin of approval stretched across the red fighter?s face as his companion uttered the words with the passion of a true warrior. He had just proved two things, the bald human would kill the next unlucky son of a bitch they came in contact with even if they were friends, and he also proved that Yamu would kill him if necessary. Jeice wasn?t worried at the moment, there was no need for either of the two make a betraying move, perhaps a drastic move but not a betraying one. It had been four days together and no thought of mutiny had ever seemed to of crossed the two warrior?s minds.

Sure, there was the voice in the back of both their heads continuously reminding them that the time may come when they would have to fight each other, but that time wouldn?t be coming for a while. Jeice was still unsure of himself. Even though his partner had just shown him that he would do what he needed to do, he was unsure if he would actually make a move to kill his bald friend. The only thing that was certain was that the game was an experience of a lifetime.

?That?s what I wanted to hear from you Yamu.? Jeice replied to his friends demand. ?Let?s go find someone; I?ll unload a round on their ass while you swat them in the face with Kari?sound good??

?Sounds good, Red.? The human replied shooting back a grin of his own.

Jeice had the intentions of a primitive beast. He wanted to literally tear the next person he saw apart. He certainly was motivated and had the heart to back it up, but he knew that some of the people out there were in a league of their own, doubts of his physical ability lingered in the back of his mind. It didn?t matter. He was in an animalistic state of mind, bloodthirsty, and the only thing he wanted to do was quench his thirst.

It didn?t matter who they would run into, it could be one of the opposing saiyan warrior?s from the previous brawl he was in, and he had no intention of running. Again, as if he was living up to a false sense of pride he felt compelled to fight like a man, giving it his all on the battlefield, then running and getting shot in the back like a coward. His finger sensually caressed the trigger of the automatic weapon as if he was trying to seduce it, repeatedly running from the tip of the bottom to where it met the base of the gun. His hand shifted from side to side focusing the barrel in different directions, his eyes following it trying to find a reason to pull the trigger.

?I got an itchy trigger finger, Yamu.? The white haired alien remarked as he looked at his gun.

?Don?t worry?someone will run into us sometime, and when they do?they won?t have a chance of escaping our clutches.? The vein covered human responded as he looked down at his bat, the nails starting to rust from being exposed in the rain.

Jeice didn?t mind the rain; it was a refreshing difference to the unforgiving sun that usually covered the island. His head tilted back to let the light drop sprinkle across his face. He was ready for anything.