Disclaimer : see prolouge and Part 2
Dedication : see prologe
Distribution : see Part 1
Confusiing, huh?
Respact the Game (6/?)
by lirpa
Hunter looked around the room suspiciously, "Sara?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Whose room is this?"
"That one? Oh, it's Mark's."
"I'm staying in his room?"
"It appears that way."
"This is the third room on the left?"
"Yep."
"And it's Mark's room?"
"Yep."
"He put me here," Hunter added dazedly.
"It appears that way."
"Why'd he do that?"
"Who knows with Mark.You hungry?"
Hunter's stomach growled an arrfrimative.
"'Kay, I'll be back with something, you just sit tight."
A few minutes later Sara returned with lunch. Hunter wolfed it down in minutes. Sara laughed, "I see this as the beginning of s beautiful friendship."
Two days later...
Mark pulled into the drive tow days ahead of svhedule. He heard quiet laughter on the backporch; Sara and Hunter must have become quick friends.
He enterd the front diie as quietly as any locker-room and snuk around until he could see the back porch out the kitchen window. He could also hear the words being spoken.
"This place is good for your soul," Sara soothed.
"I still want to go back."
"Back to the road?"
"It's what I do."
"Forever?"
"For as long as I can."
"What happens when you can't."
"I open my own wrestling school."
"Always with the wrestling."
"It's my life."
"It shouldn't be," Sara replied candidly.
"Why not?"
"Because it doesn't give anything back."
"Glory, gold, and pride."
"None of owhich will help you in your old age."
"Green then."
"Money you'll grow to resent."
"Why?"
"Because it's like a lost dream."
"I've fufilled all my dreams, I haven't lost a single one, " Hunter stated proudly.
"Then wrestling will be the first."
"Huh?"
"There will coem a time when you're no longer able to compete. You'll lose that dream."
"I can't. I've already fufilled that dream 10 times over."
"Then what do you dream of now?"
"Mark's gold."
"Ahhh."
Not liking where this conversation was headed Mark opened the back door, located in the kitchen, and walked out onto the porch. "Hello everyone," he caled.
"Mark!" Sara cried.
"Mark?" Hunter sounded confused.
Hearing that confusion Mark explained, "Vince said he didn't need me for the last couple shows. Told me to go home early."
"Pffftt, that tyrant of a boss actually let you off?" Sara sounded disbelieving.
"No, I snuck out throught the vent system," Mark chided.
"I knew it, I knew Vince ran a prison!" Sara cried triuphantly.
"Sara," Mark growled warningly.
Hunter just watched, bemused.
"Okay, I'll stop now," Sara beamed, "Markie's getting angry."
Hunter snorted.
"What?"
"Markie?"
"Don't even think about it, boy."
"You ruin all my fun."
"He's a tyrant," Sara agreed affably.
"Mhhhmmm, " Hunter nodded his agreement.
"I come home early to spend time with you and I get attacked?" Mark moaned, "I should have stayed on the road."
"You shouldn't have, and you know it, that's why you came home," Sara scolded.
She breezd past Mark into the kitchen, leaving Hunter and Mark alone on the porch.
"If I'm sleepinmg in your bed..." Hunter began.
"Yes?" Mark questioned.
"Where are you sleeping?"
"My bed."
"I'm already there. Where am I sleeping then?"
"My bed."
"Not this again."
"What again?"
"I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you!"
"Then you can sleep on the floor, you choice."
Hunter harumphed.
"However, the floor's going to do nothing for your elbow," mark continued.
"Why can't I jut sleep in another room? Hunter whined.
"Because I said so, boy."
"Tyrant."
"I think we came to that conclusion long ago, boy. Think of something new."
Hunter muttered something under his breath.
"What, boy?"
"None of your business."
"I think it is my business."
"I don't."
"I don't care."
"Neither do I."
"Ahh, but I'm the master."
"The world hates me, doesn't it? This has got to be some big cosmic joke."
"Sorry, boy, it'd as real as it gets."
Hunter didn't reply.
"So what'll it it be, boy? Bed or floor?"
Hunter remained quiet.
"If you don't tell me by the count of five I'll decide for you, boy."
Still, Hunter remained quiet.
"1..."
"2..."
"3..."
"4..."
"Fine, bed, happy now?"
"Why do you always ask that, boy?"
"It's a simple questiopn. One even you should be able to answer."
"Hah, hah, funny."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Happy?"
"I don't know."
"How can you noty know your own mood?"
"It all depends on you Hunter, it all depends on you."
