The Freak and The Theif
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Category:
+G through L › Jak & Daxter
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
1,844
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Jak and Daxter. Though I wish I did. I really do... I do own Ruean though. She my bitch. Also I do not make any profit off this story. This is just for my (and anyone who wants to read)'s enjoyment.
The Freak and The Theif
Ruean woke up to another boring day in Haven City. Tattoos belong to only Krimson Guard members. Yet she made her own. And everyday got in trouble for it. Errol had it out for her. She crawled out of her bed in nothing but a bra and a pair of sweat pants. Leaning over she pulled out a cigarette and lighter. She lit her cigarette and took a long drag. As she exhaled the puff of smoke she looked at the clock. Six in the morning the little red lights showed. She ran her fingers through her short, messily cut hair and rubbed her neck. Her long ears filled with piercing of every kind. She walked over to her kitchen. As she walked she banged on the wall three times. The wall led to her guest room. She turned on a machine to make coffee. Coffee. Never get between Ruean and her coffee. Her guest had learned that once. He arrived almost two years ago. Latched himself to her and begged for a place to stay. She had seen him run from a KG member so she said sure.
“Sweetheart do you have to smoke that stuff?” came from a voice behind.
“I’ll do what I want Rat and you know it.” The little patter of his padded feet told her he was now in the kitchen. The coffee machine finished as she poured it into her mug. “I gotta go to work in an hour. I’ll make sure the disturbance will be there so you can get your friend out. I’ll give you my kit to get him.” She looked over at the small orange ossel. “Dax do you even know if he is alive?”
“Ruean I know he is. He has got to be.” He looked down and she pet him behind the head. “It has been two years. It took so long.”
“If you had tried before you would have been caught and turned into food.” She took another drag of her cigarette and downed the last of her coffee. “You’ll know when it goes off. You come find me afterward.” She threw him a card as she walked into her room to throw on some clothes.
“Why are you giving me your credits?”
“Get him some threads. I’ll meet with you tonight here. If you don’t show up I’ll kill you myself.” She came back in and gave him a small smile. “You take care of yourself Daxter.”
“Don’t get yourself killed Ruean.” He smiled at her as they both went out the door. She turned left toward her job. He went right, toward the jail.
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Ruean walked outside her job. It was dusk. Time to meet the new guest. She had already caused the disturbance that needed a good portion of the guards. She had set a metal head loose on a KG. That was the one thing about Ruean that NO ONE liked. She could talk to the metal heads. She could control them.
Ruean walked toward her house as she saw a light on in her place. She opened the door. “Dax I’m home.” She walked through the door to find a man with long yellow hair with green roots asleep on her couch.
“SHHHH! The big guy is sleeping.”
“Is this your friend? The guy who was taken two years ago? Doesn’t look like him. He was shorter and didn’t have that goatee.”
“It is him alright Sugar. I’d know him anywhere. Hey! What are you doing?”
Ruean had walked over and got inches from his ear. “HEY!” Immediately she had a set of long black claws at her throat. His skin had gone a gray-ish hue. His eyes were black as night. “Do it. I dare you.” She looked him straight in the eyes. The creature looked at her with curious eyes. Why was she so calm? Suddenly as it appeared it disappeared. Back was the young man.
“Who are you?”
“Ruean. I helped save your ass Dark Boy. Rat! Give me my credits back. I’m getting take out tonight.” Ruean turned her attention to the ossel and grabbed the card from him as she pulled out her phone.
“Daxter who is she? Is this her place?”
“She helped me when those goons had gotten you and she has helped me get you out too. She is a hard ass but she means well. She is a lot different from the girls back home right? Tomorrow let’s go see the place where that old guy with the kid told us about.” Daxter walked over to Jak as Ruean walks back in. She ignores them and goes to the door.
“Food in 3…2….1” She opens the door to a startled delivery man. She grabs the food swipes her card and slams the door. “Here we go boys. Dig in.” She herself pulls out some take out and pulls out a bottle of hard liquor. “Bottoms up!”
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What you guys think? This is my first J&D story. I thought of it while playing the games over and over and over again. My sister (who is like way too young to be thinking of this stuff) use to make side stories for it. Well I took my own way and wrote this. Tell me what you think Please?!?
“Sweetheart do you have to smoke that stuff?” came from a voice behind.
“I’ll do what I want Rat and you know it.” The little patter of his padded feet told her he was now in the kitchen. The coffee machine finished as she poured it into her mug. “I gotta go to work in an hour. I’ll make sure the disturbance will be there so you can get your friend out. I’ll give you my kit to get him.” She looked over at the small orange ossel. “Dax do you even know if he is alive?”
“Ruean I know he is. He has got to be.” He looked down and she pet him behind the head. “It has been two years. It took so long.”
“If you had tried before you would have been caught and turned into food.” She took another drag of her cigarette and downed the last of her coffee. “You’ll know when it goes off. You come find me afterward.” She threw him a card as she walked into her room to throw on some clothes.
“Why are you giving me your credits?”
“Get him some threads. I’ll meet with you tonight here. If you don’t show up I’ll kill you myself.” She came back in and gave him a small smile. “You take care of yourself Daxter.”
“Don’t get yourself killed Ruean.” He smiled at her as they both went out the door. She turned left toward her job. He went right, toward the jail.
*******************
Ruean walked outside her job. It was dusk. Time to meet the new guest. She had already caused the disturbance that needed a good portion of the guards. She had set a metal head loose on a KG. That was the one thing about Ruean that NO ONE liked. She could talk to the metal heads. She could control them.
Ruean walked toward her house as she saw a light on in her place. She opened the door. “Dax I’m home.” She walked through the door to find a man with long yellow hair with green roots asleep on her couch.
“SHHHH! The big guy is sleeping.”
“Is this your friend? The guy who was taken two years ago? Doesn’t look like him. He was shorter and didn’t have that goatee.”
“It is him alright Sugar. I’d know him anywhere. Hey! What are you doing?”
Ruean had walked over and got inches from his ear. “HEY!” Immediately she had a set of long black claws at her throat. His skin had gone a gray-ish hue. His eyes were black as night. “Do it. I dare you.” She looked him straight in the eyes. The creature looked at her with curious eyes. Why was she so calm? Suddenly as it appeared it disappeared. Back was the young man.
“Who are you?”
“Ruean. I helped save your ass Dark Boy. Rat! Give me my credits back. I’m getting take out tonight.” Ruean turned her attention to the ossel and grabbed the card from him as she pulled out her phone.
“Daxter who is she? Is this her place?”
“She helped me when those goons had gotten you and she has helped me get you out too. She is a hard ass but she means well. She is a lot different from the girls back home right? Tomorrow let’s go see the place where that old guy with the kid told us about.” Daxter walked over to Jak as Ruean walks back in. She ignores them and goes to the door.
“Food in 3…2….1” She opens the door to a startled delivery man. She grabs the food swipes her card and slams the door. “Here we go boys. Dig in.” She herself pulls out some take out and pulls out a bottle of hard liquor. “Bottoms up!”
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What you guys think? This is my first J&D story. I thought of it while playing the games over and over and over again. My sister (who is like way too young to be thinking of this stuff) use to make side stories for it. Well I took my own way and wrote this. Tell me what you think Please?!?