20Kamouri's sporty yellow car zoomed through the roads, only making the occasional complaining screech during sharp turns. Kamouri sat slumped down in the passanger seat, his head hanging to one side limply, and his mohogany brown eyes were vacant pools. His body was spent, his bones were jello, and his head throbbed like a drum. Smooth car rides always eased Kamouri's nerves and allowed his mind to wonder out the window and clear his head. And of course it was clear the kidnapper was not about to give up the driver's seat, which was perfectly fine with Kamouri. But even a two seater sports car would have trouble traveling smoothly while going over 400 miles per hour on a down hill road. But the criminal at the wheel managed the turns well enough to keep their heads from bobbing too violently. Which meant either the burgular had been in alot of high speed chases (and won), or they were going so fast that earth's gravitation pull was torn and the vechile's tires were not even on the road any longer.
Not a word was exchanged between the burgular and Kamouri. Kamouri was content gazing mindlessly through the window, and the criminal was completely obsorbed by driving the powerfully fast car, like a piano player with a grand piano.
In no time at all the beautiful, full, dark tires skidded to a small screeching hault in one of those fast food drive inns, where you parked, people on roller skates gave you food, and you made a mess in the comfort of your own car.
Kamouri felt nervous being in a public place. He didn't consider himself a well known face, it was Stepha who was the real star; a singer/ actress. Yet she always wanted to drag him into the spot light with her. Kamouri didn't enjoy the spot light, it burned him. But now, he imagined the latest news would hit the media, and the burning spot light would make his face everyone's buisness. And If he was seen with another man it would go beyond terrible. A man in a clown mask none the less.
In no time a overly perky girl with pig-tales glided toward the tinted black window, the window briskly slid down into the door and the girl's broad grin faultered for only a moment at the sudden sight of the clown mask. Her widened hazel eyes blinked a few times in surprise, but her mouth still chimed mechanically "Hello, welcome to Grease-Lardos, what can I do you for?"
"Five of your fattest, greasest, carb filled burgers you got." the burgular ordered in a rebelious tone. The girl beamed brightly in return, " Would you like fat-o-fries with that?" she added like a after thought. "Yes, two of them, and four huge-o shakes, two strawberry, one blueberry and one vanilla." he answered concisely. The girl scratches the order down on a small pink note pad. "Great, that comes out to be 25.55."
At that, the clown mask turned toward the passenger seat, where Kamouri was slouched almost uncomfitably down in his seat, with his face turned far from the open window, as if he were a vampire shying from the light.
The tinted window was rolled back up in a blink of an eye, and a blink later the robber groped Kamouri's thigh with one strong hand. Kamouri fidgetted upright in his seat and blinked twice in surprise. "What are you grabbing at?" he asked, his squinting brown eyes seeking answers on the pirate's overly cheery clown mask.
The burgular curtly flashed Kamouri's blue leather wallet in front of his flustered narrow eyes, which only widened them further in disbelief.
"I'm borrowing some money." he answered blandly. The window rolled back down, the theif handed over a fifty to the still smiling girl, then slipt a fifty into the cuff of his own black sleeve, and the window was rolled back up all in less then a minute.
Kamouri lifted his butt and padded it down with both his hands, with a deepening puzzled frown, then he finally sat his rump back down. "How did you take my wallet from my back pocket? I was sitting on it the entire time." claimed Kamouri with gawking wonder filled mocolatay eyes.
The theif shrugged as he continued to sit facing forward, " I jacked your wallet back when I was helping you up at the mansion, I just wanted to steal your pocket watch." retorted the pirate opening up his hand and letting a gold chain slip between his slender fingers with a round slightly heart-shaped gold watch dangling at the end.
The distant zooming of cars on the nearby road was all that could be heard for a moment, then Kamouri finally replied meekly.
"Can I get my watch back?"
The burgular obediently placed the heavy gold watch in Kamouri's hand with out a second thought, and Kamouri slipped it back in his front pocket. Kamouri's blue leather wallet was also taken by the burgular, but Kamouri didn't care enough to ask for it back, he just reclined against the comforting seat and shut his eyes gently.
A knock at the window again broke the silence, and Kamouri once again turned his face away from view, as the criminal promptly retreaved the big greasy brown bag, and cup holder from the worker's hands. "Keep the change." he added, just as the window closed, and the theif handed Kamouri the gray cup holder containing the chilly milk shakes.
Stabbing a straw into one of the lids Kamouri quickly began to suckle mutely, with his dark eyes still cast down.
"She give you that watch?" questioned the criminal, slidding the clown mask up until his mouth was bared, then his mouth quickly opened and took a bite from a bleeding mayo and catsup burger.
A small bashful grin blossomed on Kamouri's face. "You could tell by its heart-shape." he assumed
"No, its not the shape that made it obvious, I figured it out because it was important enough that you asked for it back, so I just-" another bite was taken.
Kamouri looked at him, for the first time his eyes took him in, every feature about him was well toned, even the muscles in his arm boulged as it held the burger, and his lower face was covered with well shaved stubble that made his face look even more defined and firm. Even burgular's short dirty-blond locks were flat and sharp. Not even Kamouri knew what he was thinking about as he gazed deeply at this man who had some how become his best friend. Was his gaze filled with jealousy, envy, admiration? or maybe a little of all three.
The theif suddenly stopped chewing and biting into his burger, and his head began to slowly turn to where Kamouri was still gazing silently at him. But before a long ackward silence could set in a demanding ringing sliced through the rich silence like a chainsaw through butter. The burgular's hands flew up in alarm, and the hand that once had held the burger now held a hand gun. "It wasn't me! I know my rights!" he barked instinctively, his head flashinig from side to side.
Kamouri pressed his back hard against his soft seat trying to get out of range of the barrel. "Put that away, it's only my cell phone." explained Kamouri hastily, glaring down at the dark gun.
"Oh, right, I jacked that too," replied the theif casually. "here." sliding his hand in the front of his pants the gun disappeared, and his hand reappeared holding a dark silver cellphone instead. He offered it to Kamouri who took it with out hesitation, letting his tight throat exhale he flipped it open and held it to his ear. "H-hello?"
The outlaw reclaimed his half eaten burger from where it lay in a snug wrapper on his knee. He placed his big hand over his clown mask and slid it back to rest on the gentle arch of his nose, like a snug pair of glasses, then his jaws took a mighty bite.
"Yes." retorted Kamouri dully into his cell, his dark eyes gazing toward a endless space under him.
One final bite vanished the burger, leaving behind only small traces of mayo, burger blood, and lettuce on the theif's lap and hands.
"Yes...I understand." continued Kamouri nonchalantly.
The theif's catsup blood and mayo stained hand grasped a cool shake and brought the straw to his lips, were he made strong sucking noises.
"Alright." stated Kamouri obediently, flipping closed his phone promptly, his eyes still silent and motionless.
The sucking ceased and the shake was placed back down in the cup holder, it's body stained with vivid red catsup and white majo.
"So what's going on?" inquired the criminal, reaching a hand into the big brown bag in search of napkins, but came out with a handful of salty fries instead. One quick glance at the fries sealed their doom as they were promptly smacked into the burgular's awaiting pearly white jaws.