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Second Chances	By : demonsangel Category: M through R > Red Eye Views: 3289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Red Eye, any characters from it nor any of the ideas behind it. I also do not own Kaori Yuki who is referenced later on. I am making no money what so ever with this story, it is purely for fun.

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            A few hours later, Raea came back upstairs. She set a basket of clean laundry next to the coffee table then sat down beside Jackson and waited quietly while she began to fold, but the scathing comment she was expecting never came. He didn’t even glance in her direction to glare or try to move away. She half expected him to be asleep when she looked over at him—but he wasn’t.

Far from it, in fact. Jackson’s eyes were glued to the TV screen, his fists clenched so tightly she was sure his palms would be bleeding. The man was positively livid. She could see the muscles in his jaw as they clenched and unclenched in silent rage. But it was his eyes that said the most. The look was that of pure hatred. A quick glance at the TV soon explained why.

            On the screen was Lisa Reisert, her father and several other who had been on the Red Eye flight to Miami nearly 4 years ago, including the two stewardesses, the little girl who had tripped him and the annoying woman that wouldn’t stop flirting with him.

Even though the sound was off, the subtitles were flashing across the bottom of the screen. Apparently, someone thought it a great idea to make a biography of sorts. And now Lisa was sitting there, calmly answering questions about how she had stopped Jackson Rippner and saved the Keefe family. And not only that, but she was clearly very pregnant.

The fact that she looked like her life was going great only served to enrage Jackson more. Why should she be able to live her life, perfectly free and happy while he had to suffer? Images of the ruined hotel room, the front door of her father’s house and the Keefe family flashed across the screen, as well as pictures of Jackson and several showing the injuries he sustained.

            Quietly, she took the remote from beside him and turned off the TV. “Jackson?”

He didn’t respond, didn’t even move to show he had heard her. She sighed. “Let it go, Jackson.” She said, standing and picking up the basket of now folded laundry. She knew better than to push him and just walked away, leaving him to calm down on his own.

She wasn’t a fool. She knew of him just as he knew of her, though she knew more—actual facts—not just a bunch of rumors and theories. She knew he had a temper and could easily turn violent. She also knew that he was very proud and arrogant and that he didn’t take ridicule, insults or humiliations well. And this was a dangerous combination of all three which had just been thrown in his face and was now once again out there for the entire world to see.

It took a bit, but Jackson finally calmed down some. He was still seething on the inside, but at least he wasn’t at the point where he was going to physically lash out anymore. He released the fists he was making and inspected his palms as he stood; red half moons were imbedded in his skin, faint traces of blood on some of his fingertips.

He sighed and went over to the rice paper screen door. Opening it he stepped out onto the porch and looked around. Raea was busy using a push mower to cut the grass, having already cleaned up the mess and Kemui was over in an already cleared section, practicing what looked to be a round house kick having changed into some borrowed shorts and a tee.

“Raise your leg a bit more and keep it straight Kemui.” Raea instructed after glancing over at her.

“Okay!” Kemui replied eagerly as she continued to practice. A few more tries and she was getting better. But then she began to get a bit over-confident and far too over excited and soon she fell back on her ass.

“Kuso!” she shouted, slamming her fists into the ground in frustration. “I almost had it that time!”

Rae finished the mowing and began raking up the grass, looking over again as Kemui got back up. After a few seconds she began to laugh and soon she was doubled over, arms around her stomach as she continued to laugh harder.

Kemui glared at her. “What’s so funny?” She demanded, stomping her foot and pouting in a childish display.

“You…you have…you have grass…all, all over your ass!” Rae choked out in between laughs. By now tears were streaming down her cheeks and her face was a bright red.

Jackson began to relax even more and even smirked, chuckling faintly as he watched them. Kemui looked over her shoulder at her backside, a scowl on her face, but it was soon replaced with a grin as she began to laugh along with Raea. Soon they were both on the ground, clutching their sides as they laughed.

After about a minute Rae grabbed a handful of grass and threw it at Kemui, who squealed and gathered a handful of her own, throwing it back. A few seconds passed by as the girls stared at each other before they both reached down, grabbing handfuls of fresh cut grass and throwing it at each other. Jackson just shook his head as the girls raced around the yard like a couple of kids as they enjoyed their grass fight.

He sat down on the edge of the wooden porch and was soon joined by a sleek black cat with eyes the color of emeralds. The cat rubbed its head against his hand, demanding his attention and he soon found himself scratching behind its ears, the cat purring loudly.

After awhile the cat jumped up to his shoulders and settled there. Surprisingly, he didn’t mind. But when he shifted the cat jumped down and left, disappearing into the house. A few minutes later what looked like the same black cat, approached him, sniffing cautiously. When he reached out to pet it the creature arched its back and hissed, slashing at his hand.

“God damn it!” He cried, pulling his now bleeding hand back quickly. The girls by this point had ceased their war and were picking grass from their clothes and hair. Rae looked over to see what was going on.

“That’s Rikari Kemui Ito: Iris’s brother. Not the one you were petting earlier. He’s not exactly male friendly.”

He glared at her. “No kidding,” he snapped as he noticed the smirk on Kemui’s face. “Let me guess. That creature belongs to you.”

Kemui beamed, a full smile making its way across her face. “Yup!”

Shaking off the last bit of grass Rae went over and took his hand, examining the scratches and ignoring when he tried to pull it away, refusing to let go. “Well, they’re not very deep. You’ll just need to put wash it and put some anti-biotic on for a few days. There’s a first aid kit in the drawer next to the sink. I can get it if you want,” she offered.

“Like I need your help.” He muttered, getting up and going inside.

Rae just rolled her eyes. “This is going to be hell.”

            Kemui walked over and scooped up her cat. “Why did you bring him here anyways? Isn’t he the bad guy from all those news reports about the attempt on the Keefe family's lives?”

Reaching over to pet Rikari Rae nodded. “Yes. And I don’t really know why. I suppose it was just a sudden impulse decision. But he’s here now. And he can’t really leave so I’m not going to kick him out or anything. He just needs to get over himself. His ego is bigger than Mitch’s!”

Kemui’s eyes widened. “That’s not possible.”

Rae giggled. “Okay, maybe it’s not that big. But it’s still pretty out there.”

Kemui nodded. “Yeah. Looks to me like his real problem is his lack of trust, insecurity and self loathing.”

Rae looked over at her, her mind slowly processing what had just turned out to be one of Kemui’s rare moments of non-ditzyness. “Maybe you’re right.”

            Kemui grinned. “’Course I am. I’m not a ditz all the time, you know. Besides, I recognize it because he’s a lot like you,” she stated. “Anyway, it’s getting late and Ri-san is probably hungry. I better head out.” She hugged Rae with one arm and scooped up her bag.

Rae frowned but waved after her as she disappeared around the house. Her comment had stung. Not because it was mean, but because it was true. She didn’t trust anyone, was fairly insecure, though she hid it well and was full of self-loathing. Images of her past began to filter through her mind but she quickly pushed them aside.

A quick glance at the sky told her it was around 4 in the afternoon. It really was getting late. Maybe she’d start dinner. As she headed inside she reflected on what her friend had said about Jackson. Perhaps they really were alike….

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2 chapters in one day! Sweet! Chapter 3 written 7/27/10 Kuso - shit/crap/damn
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