What We Needed

I erased your name from my journal

And all pictures of you tonight

Maybe I can’t stop my thoughts

But I finally figured out what’s right

So I’m here looking at him

Wishing he would scream and shout

I’m ripped apart and helpless

Bet you already figured out

We’re further apart

Then we needed

But it’s a start I believed in

You’ll go away

And I’ll stay here

That’s the way things have to be

We’re further part

I’ve succeeded in losing you

All those things you told me

They got inside my head

I stopped remembering my love

And went with you instead

So here I’ll sit by myself

Because he doesn’t want me near

But I’ll take that to losing him

You know that my biggest fear

We’re further apart

Then we needed

But it’s a start

I believed in

You’ll go away

And I’ll stay here

That’s the way things have to be

We’re further apart

And I’m forgetting you tonight

I won’t hang on I’ll let go

Forget everything I showed

For once in my life

This is the right choice

I’m letting go of you tonight

So here’s goodbye

I’m walking on, starting over

Once again ...

We’re further apart

Then we needed

Because I’m gone.

Today I look into the eyes of my best friend, companion, and greatest love
With undying devotion and deepest adoration give myself to you in marriage
Through the many roads we’ve traveled together, the stars have aligned us
In times of sorrow I will be there as your smile, in struggles as your pillar of strength
Though many roads we may wander get rough or uneven, I will tread evenly with you
Whether we walk with grace or stumble, we shall fall and rise again together
When life becomes difficult I know our love will show us the way
Before God, himself I promise with all my heart to cherish you, and hold you in highest regard
These things I give to you today, and for all the days of our new life.
Now as your best friend, companion, and greatest love I ask… Will you be mine?

my guess is if we're going witha spanish accent--- His hair is a sensual auburn that's almost black in the soft lighting on a theater stage, and it's well adorned in waves that are silky and teasing to the touch. Your fingers love running through the dark mass you have to press against him and look deep into those dark brown eyes that just shower you with affection and desire every time
& of course... he's just gotten off practice so every inch of him is slick with persperation because he's run the entire way to see you whilst you're alone in the apartment with no one to tell you to behave.... and those full lips are turned up slightly in a michevious grin as he tosses teh helmet to the floor and advances towards you .... with a daquiriand when he says your name --- it's not just casual greeting it's an eager, deep purr that rolls off his tounge like smooth thunder in a spring storm and fills you with an immeasurable amount of happiness (and probably lust lmao)
He pulls off his shirt slowly, every neatly stacked ab is staring at you, taunting you to finally just move towards him but a slight inhibition has you hanging back, so instead you drink in every inch from across the room watching as he stretches each tendon growing taunt and flexing and without thinking you take a step towards him your mouth craving to taste his
Now he knows it's mutual, and that grin widens a bit, as he closes the distance between you until you can feel the heat from his skin mingling with yours and his alluring heartbeat racing with anticipation
he gently takes the textbook from your hand and casually tosses it to the floor, his spiced cologne is so wonderfuly hott you can almost taste the way his lips would be against yours, a warm powerful delight that would satisfy you beyond any of your wildest fantasies
his hand brushes against your cheek, a touch so faint it's like a ghost of passion whispering to your soul, but you feel it so powerfully that every nerve in your body buzzes with heightened awareness
you look straight into his eys, tearing your gaze from those lips and intoxicating smile, you know there's nothing you can think to make your body say no, every inch of you is craving his touch and kiss and you want him to completely fulfill your every wish
his lips gently press against your ear, murmuring all teh ways he'd love to run his hands across your exposed flesh, his breath his warm and that honey'd voice has grown husky as he presses his mouth towards your ear, the contact is more than you can bear, and a faint gasp slips through your lips betraying your true desires for him
subconciously you pull him closer, your mind blank except for vivid images of what he wants to do... what he needs to do .... and your mouths meet midsentence ,every inch of you melts with pleasure that you can feel so strongly it consumes you with it's gravity
His hands move towards your shirt, gently coersing the buttons free from the loops until your skin is flush with his, warm sweat mingling in the quiet afternoon, he doesn't speak just pulls you towards him roughly, and silences a rising protest with another kiss that wipes your mind of any awareness other than his rippled body against yours
then suddenly he steps back, breaking the contact and shoving your body into agony, your hands tremble with the urge to travel his body, your mouth wants to moan in delight as it's simultaneously cast into hell and bliss
"your roommates." he says it so seriously you want to scream at him, instead numbly your mind tries to remember what roommates are, trying to think of anything other than his wonderful body pressed against yours slowly kissing every inch of your skin until you can't suppress it any longer
you pull him into your room and slam the door, meeting his mouth eagerly once more, feeling the blissful sin of his hands slowly traveling down your sides, light teasing touches that leave you begging for more with your body and soul
You don't feel the soft touch of cotton pressed against your back as you tumble onto the bed, nor do you feel the cushioned support of the pillow as he slips your belt off, all you can feel is every damanable pleasure that his touch is offering, and faint tremble of his body against yours as his last shred of control slowly withers away
your hands start to grip his shoulders harder, then with a sudden incentive pull him towards you until all 146 lbs of raw strength and passion are pressed against you and you can feel every curve of him pressed against you, his heart beating madly within his chest until your two heartbeats collide as one racing drum
Then he pulls away slightly again, your mind is a racing beat of passion and you know you won't be able to withstand much more teasing--- when he grabs a scarf from beside the bed and grins evilly
your mind can silently picture how you had tossed it aside that morning, it's pink twin laying only a few inches from your thigh, his mind is whispering sweet delights towards yours, but his hands are suggesting a more commanding form of love
as your mind wanders your wrists are suddenly captured and held in his hand while the other slowly touches every inch of you, a devilish torture as you writhe in pleasure and agony because your hands cant caress every inch of him
you hear the soft click of steel to find both of his hands are now slowly unbuttoning your jeans while your wrists stay bound within the cold lick of confining bounds, your body sweats with eagerness the only cool touch is sending your desire into a frenzy as your mouth begs for his in a flurry of pleading moans
his kisses are moving slower, each one a burning mark on your skin rousing you more and more and you pull against the tight steel, it's smooth shackles enticing you more and your mouth still moaning in pleasure that's traveling through your body as his lips reach your thighs, the soft flesh welcomes the seductive kiss as you gasp in surprise
his fingers are still stroking and exploring every inch of you, greatly enjoying the feel of each muscle tighten, the sound of each pleading beg, and the taste of your salty skin on his lips and against his tounge
your fully exposed for him, and you realize slowly he is for you as well, the rough scratch of jeans has faded towards a softer burn of skin, and his tantilizing kisses travel back towards yoru mouth, an experienced toungue calls and dances with your own, every inch of you feels as tho it has melt
his husky voice growls your name again, he wants to be yoru everything, and you would die of happiness to be his --- he presses against your tighter, your heart stopping in pure pleasure, legs tangling with his, demanding he fulfill this taunting teases
your bodies press hard against eachother once more, a shuddering breath escaping his as the last scrap of clothing is torn away and his kisses fill your mouth with a spiced flavor so wonderful you know food will never have allure like this
nothing could possibly graze your tounge and send it into waves of happiness in the way he can, his teeth nip your lower lip to bring you back to him, a moan escapes and he silences it with another deep kiss, enjoying your sweet innocent taste mingled with a darker hint of seductive passion
he thrusts against you, your body trembling for more, nothing could possibly be better than this but you want him to try, try to fill every crevice of your body with his passionate kisses and slick body, when he enters slowly, still retaining his teasing quality and your breath catches in slight pain but blissful joy
his body is mesmerising you in a way that you've never been tempted before, and he's ensuring it's completley for you, tight shackles holding your wrists safely above you head as you squrim and moan in absolute serentity and lust, this has exceeded mere sex and become an act of consummation with a diety as he enters completely and you cry his name in ecstasy and passion, heightened, ----
every pore of your body slick with his sweat and your own, every inch of you welcoming him, legs wrapped firmly around him and pulling him closer, you don't know it but you're torturing him as badly as he's torturing you- he wants to rip the handcuffs off and feel your hands explore him again but teh way you're pressing against him and moaning his name leaves him helpless to his primal urges
finally he cries out as well, his deep voice rich with teh culture and history of a people who know passion as deeply as any dream they cherish, and you're living it with him, every blissful fantasy both pure and demonic
he collapses beside you, fatigue and fulfillment making his movements slow and gentle as he slips the cuffs off and pulls you close to feel your body still pressed neatly against his frame he murmurs softly in your ear as you both gently drift to sleep, bodies weary and pleased, minds wholly content and souls purified
the only sound remaining is the steady beat of the clock and the creak of floorboards as padded footsteps walk to a deserted kitchen while his heartbeat gently lulls you to sleep

Hi Sweetie, I hate you.
"Nitsudian I want to break up with him."
There, she thought confidently, I’ve finally said it out loud. Mitsuki waited for an answer nervously, habitually slipping her thumbnail into her mouth and chewing while Nitsudian studied her face. Of course what he said probably wouldn’t change her mind, in fact he’d probably be all for it. She could just picture the way his face would glow in pure bliss, he’d wrap those strong arms around her, and she’d want to faint with glee.
Even if he doesn’t agree with me, which I’m sure he will, it won’t even put the slightest bit of a crack in my resolve. This has to stop, and I need to break loose from the awful the ball and chain.
Nitsudian didn’t say anything, Mitsuki felt a growing irritation, she wanted some sort of affirmative or praise for the first mature decision she’d made since this relationship started. He did slip his arms around her and pull her close, she shut her eyes enjoying the rich scent of cologne and firm body pressed against her, but something was horribly off.
This innocent gesture had long since lost its casual appeal of comfort, now she desperately needed it as badly as every drop of caffeine she had to keep coursing through her system. She slipped a hand up his shirt; the steady heartbeat was like a calm ocean tide beneath her fingertips each beat a splash against natural granite cliffs. As much as she enjoyed the personal hiatus that every touch held for her, it was almost as if there was just a plain serenity that couldn’t be shaken off.
Her fingers danced on his skin lightly, he didn’t object or encourage, even when they moved up to his strong chin and gently stroked the growing stubble he remained silent as ever. The skin was course with bristly hairs which sent a small shiver of guilty pleasure through her again.
Finally his hands pushed hers away and he stood looking down into her eyes, the deep blue a mask of emotions, his rich baritone made her feel like a rebuked child as he casually responded.
"Are you sure you want to, it’s irreversible."
Do I want to?
His image conjured in her mind as abruptly as spring lightning, the flabby disproportional pear like body and thick bullet head. His smooth baby hands were large and clumsy and moved across her shoulder as bumbling sausages of childish ideas. They held none of the calm grace and seductive ease that Nisudian wielded. Weak trunk like legs would jut out from faded blue-jean shorts gleaming and glistening with sweat on pasty deathlike skin.
She could already recall with great distaste the lazy whiny voice asking what she wanted to do, then refusing to do anything that the selfish tub of lard didn’t want to do. His full lower lip would push out from his mouth like a deformed shelf of fat ready to catch any fly or wearied insect that needed a rest stop to regroup.
Droopy did nothing to attempt appeasing her easily agitated state lately, or ever for that matter. He won’t even go shopping with me, she thought bitterly, a strong metallic taste mingling with a familiar feeling of rage. The last time she had attempted to buy a nice shirt to perhaps flatter the poor shape his body was mercilessly forced to endure, he stood there as a pouting child refusing to try on anything and giving that awful sloppy puppy grin. The same puppy grin that would haunt many work-shifts as he stared possessively while she tried to block him out and focus on her job.
As if his infantile ways weren’t enough for Mitsuki to bear, she also carried the burden of his less than favorable work habits. He thought nothing of insulting a harder working managers or bosses, demoting them to a less than respectable level, claiming they had no power what so ever to control his paycheck. Then whined and bitched like a deprived two-year-old that no raise was ever achieved by his hard working ways.
As if he even knows what hard work is. Mitsuki could hear the bitterness in her had and cringed, it was something that she couldn’t even suppress mentally. She routinely focused and achieved through eight hour or more shifts, while he was lax and unproductive during his five and half-hour shifts. Even a monkey can make a sandwich and occasionally sweep a floor, a monkey could probably wipe down a table better too.
Actually, she began to think more logically, they probably don’t want that kind of image haunting the Sub’s Day sandwiches. If he was promoted that would be an ill-advised move at best. Paying someone to ogle customers and drool over wilted lettuce wasn’t something that seemed very economically sound anyway.
His favorite shoes alone were something that not even Frankenstein would have dreamt of touching. Sloppy ratty tennis shoes that flapped and gaped open showing every speck of dust, which was a lot considering that he had no motivation to clean his shoes ever, and made his feet appear seven times larger than they probably were. The T-shirts were the worst by far, hideous things that looked as if they belonged to some poor street ruffian in a Dickensian novel instead of a boy from a reasonably good family on the North end of town.
That’s not the worst though, is it Mitsuki? It gets much more awful…
Mitsuki’s mind pulled the memory of their first kiss with grave disgust and slight nausea, the puckered mouth meeting hers in a pathetic attempt at the definition of a kiss. She only dreamed that maybe someday she could literally burn that memory from her mind, the feeling of his inexperienced lips on hers, the forced endurance. He didn’t even bring up the most biological urges for intercourse of any kind, at best she had grown a bit of tolerance for him.
Every time his lips touched hers, she vainly tried to think of something else, often her best story plots were concocted while he pretended he knew how to kiss. If she was lacking the luxury of caffeine and found herself caught in a deadly web of writers’ block, she found that only 10% of the time could she even think of anything decent to say about the experience. Actually, her happiness with him at any given time was generally at low 40% a month.
Her mind had desperately sought ways to gently sever the tie forever, and cut him from her life with a swift lethal blow, that wouldn’t upset his family too much. Nothing had been found adequate, and as a result she was now nearing the six-month anniversary of cruel and unusual punishment for any and all past sins of her fellow women.
I deserve happiness too, he’ll probably get a new girlfriend… in college. Her mind laughed mockingly, the idea of anyone voluntarily taking on the train wreck of her current boyfriend. BEFORE he was emotionally shredded by a relationship he had foreseen as lasting forever, he had been a indisputable loser. What if he kills himself, and I’m to blame? Guiltily she thought the only thing that would make her regret breaking up with him was having to sit there while the police questioned about his mental stability.
"What he mentally stable?"
Of course not, did you see what he used to wear? "It appeared so."
"Did he seem depressed at all to you?"
When he didn’t get his own spoiled way or if I said no, then yes he pouted and moped like a five-year-old rich brat. Or if I even looked at a guy he would throw the most insane temper tantrums. "No, not at all, this is just so horrible."
"Are you holding up okay?"
I’m finally rid of the brat, what do you think? You assholes are lucky I’m not doing handstands and parading around in a THANK GOD I’M FREE shirt. "It’s just so… sudden… and awful… it’s absolutely awful." As awful as winning the lottery and getting to keep it ALL….

Jillian shoved any thought of him to the back of her mind, dutifully waiting for the ‘boyfriend’ to make his infamous return. She almost wanted to curse at the intrusion that had been so inevitable, but there was little use to cursing that, which could not be stopped. Idly she picked up a discarded ping pong paddle and began a repetitive volley between herself and the wall, mindlessly succumbing to the pounding rhythm.
Her mind shut off instantly, refusing to even contemplate the days fustrations, especially the interruption Christopher unexpected visit had caused. Now she was alone in the house with him, he probably prowled the upstairs thinking about some business proposal, it was almost ironic really.
He grabbed my hand and shook it so casually, "Hi, I’m Christopher" as if we’d never met before. His eyes just gleaming with mischief while I numbly stuttered my own name out, gluing my eyes to my dinner as if I’d never seen pasta before. They, thank heavens, thought I was nervous of all things to be in his presence.
She could remember the first time they had actually met face to face, his caressing voice almost lulling her to temptation, Jillian could barely stand to look away from the intense ocean blue eyes. Some spark had ignited her whole body felt as if it had been electrocuted and as he looked straight back at her earnestly, she knew they shared one similar desire.
Then as quickly as he had disrupted her world, he had vanished, and along came James. Of course revealing that she knew Christopher would only bring about odd speculation, why out of all her customers had this one young man stood out?
Yes darling, from the moment I met your brother I knew that I wanted him in so many ways that it was unholy to suggest I couldn’t have his body for even one night. The sick part about it would be that he had the same desire, but like you he lacked the motivation to simply act upon some primal desire. I’m no better I suppose.
The shattering cell ring was loud enough to rip her from any daydreams or regrets. She grabbed it annoyed, expecting some sort of mildly suiting distraction.
"Jill-bear, I can’t make it back sweetie. The roads are all closed and my damn car just won’t start. I’m going to stay at Mark’s for the evening. Chris will be there to keep you company, try not to rip his head of dear, okay?"
"Pumpkin, do you have to?"
"Yes, think of this as quality time to get to know my brother."
I’d rather be getting to know you alone downstairs with some friendly music.
"Okay, Love you, Bye."
She swatted the ball harder; trying not to curse out loud at the crummy situation, surely Christopher would evade her more than ever now. Stranded in the deep merciless banks of winters fury with someone she couldn’t even touch, though she knew she’d love the guilt ridden opportunity.
Jillian watched the ball bounce back at her, she hadn’t even noticed someone had joined her in the room until arms wrapped around her waist and a soft gentle kiss lingered on her neck. She leaned back into the embrace, slightly surprised at James’ sudden affectionate return, all thoughts of Christopher vanished from her mind.
Until she turned around.
"Christopher?"
Jillian didn’t have time to scream or push him away, warm lips descended on hers as the firm body pushed her against the edge of the ping pong table. His strong hands explored her body eagerly, tracing the slim curves then pushing beneath her shirt to her soft abdomen.
She gasped slightly as a hand moved up her back while the other ran though her short hair and pulled her closer against him. Without thinking her own hands went to his head and feverishly explored the thick mass of auburn, then traced his broad shoulders, gripping them tightly as he lifted her off the floor and easily set her on the table.
"I’ve wanted to do this from the moment I talked with you."
She couldn’t protest, she was helpless and happy, answering his confession with another kiss and loosened belt. He picked her up and carried her to his old bedroom, gently setting her down on the plush mattress. Her soft olive skin made for a beautiful contrast to the deep blue comforter, Christopher stopped to admire the sight a playful smile growing on his lips for the first time.
He pulled off his shirt slowly, appreciating her complementary gaze, the slow appreciation of every muscle and curve. Jillian reached a hand for him, he dropped beside her on the bed, not wanting to rush the moment when they clearly had all night to enjoy any pleasure.
Her rushing urges seemed to have quieted down as a hand carefully traveled down the toned flesh, her body shivered slightly in the cold as her blouse lay half open exposing the frilled white bra underneath. Her hands brought his arms around her, Christopher rolled so he was on top of her their eyes meeting happily.
"Your shivering, are you nervous?"
"No, I’m cold."
He pulled the blankets over them, her body welcomed the warmth and instantly relaxed, he pushed the open blouse off of her shoulders and tossed it off the bed. Even in the pale moonlight he could make out the small designs on the lacy bra, traced them with his fingers, then finally gave in to a deeper less contained desire devouring her mouth with his own.
She unzipped his jeans and craftily pulled them down, flicking them off the bed along with her shirt and her jeans he didn’t remember removing. Christopher unclipped the bra and delved deeper into her mouth, sensually exploring it with his tongue and enjoying the way she clung to him.
As her own tongue met his, Chris instantly stiffened and thrusted towards her as she gasped slightly, he didn’t want to hurt her but her body was driving him insane with desire. He slipped a hand in her panties and firmly cupped her sensitive mound while a relentless tongue captivated her mouth. Then slowly, agonizingly he moved his mouth downwards, easing her underwear off till his mouth was hungrily sucking on her nipple and his fingers dove into the mound.

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NAME
AGE
DESCRIPTION
G
1
Virgo Yammagacci
17
Junior, Thespian, SM’s good friend
M
2
Adolph Barret
20
College, MM's main minion
M
3
Card Player #1
?
Bright Yellow Zoot Suit
M
4
Card Player #2
?
Curly Red Head, Rather Sadistic appearance
F
5
Card Player #3
?
Pouts, easily angered, BI polar
F
6
Devereux Ristulka
19
College, Massive card shark, close friend of SM
M
7
Jakob Konstantin
19
College, overly intellectual,
M
8
Kasmir Abenzio
19
College, Minion of MM
M
9
Mikhailovich Aleksandrovich
18
Senior, Cuddly, Deep Laugh
M
10
Motoko Shigekazu
16
Junior, very intense, SM’s best friend
F
11
Mr. Montegue
?
Teacher, Extremely intense
M
12
Ryozai Musaboru
18
Senior, slightly homicidal, caring, Spy for SM
M
13
Senichi Kinkaku
17
Senior, a little power hungry TK’s best friend
M
14
Sevastian Varik
17
Senior, Inferiority Complex, good friend of TK
M
15
Starfire Sakura
16
Junior, quiet, slightly crazy, best friend of SM
F
16
Sumiyaka Miyazawa
16
Junior, manipulative, always has ulterior motives
F
17
Tashoru Mokouromi
18
Senior, quieter, Sumiyaka's Unofficial Ex
M
18
Tokuto Kapier
18
Senior, very smart, socially inept
M

Narbas pulls into Misaki’s driveway, and attempts to smooth his hair over once more. He breathes in and approaches the door, his palms growing sweaty and heart racing. As he’s about to knock on the door, the door opens and he finds himself face to face with Misaki.
Misaki: (Opens the door, Draw Drops) What the fuck are you doing here?
Narbas: (Shrugs) Dunno. Got bored I guess.
Misaki: (pissed off) Why don’t you go and play with Kinkaku?!
Narbas: He’s (ominous pause) occupied.
Misaki: (worried) With what?!
Narbas: Not sure. When I called him, I heard some chick in the background yell, "No! Not the ass!" and then he laughed this evil laugh and hung up on me! My best friend hung up on me! (coughs) Anyway… wanna come with me to Vegas?
Misaki: (Pauses) What the fuck would we do in Vegas exactly?
Narbas: C’mon! It’s VEGAS Baby!
Misaki: (Slightly turned on, nervous) Uh, yeah…. You just wait here… I’m gonna go ask my parents….
Misaki Thinking: Must write note… must leave note for parents… must think of some way to notify my friends I’ll be gone for a while…..Must force Narbas to tell me what the fuck is Moku’s problem…..
Narbas: (Pulls Misaki back towards him and then kidnaps her.
Misaki: What the Fuck man?! (shoved into Narbas’ car)
Narbas: I ALREADY TOLD YOU! Vegas! (gets in the car and begins driving)
Halfway to Highway 12……
Narbas: Crap! I forgot Kinkaku! (flips a U-ee to go and get Kinkaku)
Misaki: (Morbidly Curious) Why do we need Kinkaku?!
Narbas: (Glances sideways at Misaki) I’m not getting married without my best man!
Misaki: MARRIED?!
Narbas: You can bring Motoko if you want.
Misaki: MARRIED?!
Narbas: Yes. (Gets out of car, knocks on Kinkaku’s door)
Misaki Thinking: This is not what I got in the car to do with Narbas!! This is definitely not what I got into the car to do with Narbas!!!! And since WHEN does Narbas speed?!
Kinkaku: (answers wearing black shorts, but no shirt) What?
Motoko: (Stumbles to door in shorts and a tank-top) What’s this?
Misaki: (Eyes widen, jaw drops, slight squeak) Oh my fucking god!!!! Motoko?! WHAT are you doing here?!?
Motoko: (Holds up fencing foil) Fencing Practice! Duh!
Misaki Thinking: LIAR!!!!!!!!!
Narbas: But it’s midnight!
Misaki Thinking: (Very rapid thought) YEAH!!! MIDNIGHT!!! NO ONE, SANE OR OTHERWISE PRACTICES FENCING AT MIDNIGHT….Then again.. no one sane or otherwise gets into a car to talk to the best friend of a current boy who happens to be in an adolescent drama with you to discover what the fuck is his problem… because chances are, something screwy will happen… such as finding out you are to be married… in Vegas of all places….
Motoko/Kinkaku: (Look at watches)
Kinkaku: Oh.
Motoko: So it is.
Misaki: (At Kinkaku Glaring) And WHERE is your family, anyway?
Kinkaku: (Shrugs)
Misaki Thinking: (Slow Murderous Thought) I am going to kill you Kinkaku…. I am going to fucking kill you….
Narbas: Uh huh….. Well, Misaki and I are getting married! (^o^)
Misaki: (angry) WE ARE NOT!
Narbas: (calm) We are, but we need the best man and the maid of honor.
Misaki: (really pissed) God damn it Narbas! Take me home!
Narbas: Honey, it’s Vegas! We’ve always been dreaming of this.
Misaki: Screw that! I haven’t! Kinkaku, Motoko, One of you HAS to call the police!!
Kinkaku/Motoko: Yay! The Duo’s shall be married!
Misaki: (attempts to sneak away while the Kinkaku and Motoko celebrate and unknowingly distract Narbas)
Narbas: (Pulls Misaki into a hug)
Misaki Thinking: Where are Kinkaku’s parents?!? And why the fuck aren’t Motoko’s parents calling the police?! Hmm… Narbas can really give a hug
IN NARBAS’ CAR (8:00 A.M.)
Kinkaku: (Still no shirt) So, why Vegas?
Narbas: Because it’s the only place that has a church that would marry a 16 year old and we can’t wait.
Misaki: (Smiles in spite of herself)
Motoko: Awww… that’s cute!
Misaki: Wait… what about moku?! I can’t do this to moku! And neither can you Narbas!!
Narbas: I killed him last Wednesday. (Glances at Misaki) It was for us you know.
Misaki: (Sniffle) You.. (sniffle)..Killed (Sniffle).MY (Sniffle) Moku! (Breaks out sobbing, then feels sudden murderous rage and stops and stares at Narbas) YOU….LIED!!! He WASN’T avoiding me!! He WASN’T mad at me! We WERE supposed to get illegally wed in the spring… BUT NO!!! YOU HAD TO GO AND FUCKING KILL HIM!!!!!!
Narbas: (Ignores "married in the spring" comments) We got into a fight. He decided to ignore both of us, and you wouldn’t have come if he were an issue.
Misaki Thinking: He’s nutz!.. Although it is a turn on, it’s mostly a Oh My Fucking God!!! I’m getting married to a lunatic!! …. Hmmm… I’m hungry. I wonder if he’ll stop for food…. Sadistic Psycho Bitches need food too…
Narbas: You’re not mad are you honey?
Misaki Thinking: Honey, that’s good on waffles…. I could really go for a cheeseburger though, or maybe eggs… The waffle idea was a good one.. What time is it? There’s daylight out so it must be near breakfast time...
Narbas: (thinks that Misaki is royally pissed about the murder of Mokouromi) OH come on!! It was for US!! Moku. Moku. Moku. That’s ALL you talk about!! God! Can’t you even remember Sunday night?
Misaki Thinking: Sunday? Of course I remember! We had a pepperoni pizza… It was very fresh and yummy! Narbie and I ate the whole pizza! By ourselves.. which does not seem lady-like, but then again, I never said I was a lady….We were all by ourselves, at his house.. .with that DVD playing… (Smile)
Motoko: (Suddenly occurs to her she might need to worry) What did you two do?!
Kinkaku: You didn’t… Did you?? (Unfriendly Eyebrow raise)
Narbas: I took her to my house
Narbas Thinking: Because she was really depressed.. She had a tank top and jeans on..
Motoko: (Eyes Narrow)
Narbas: Closed the blinds
Narbas Thinking: We wanted to watch a movie, and the sun was glaring on the screen.
Motoko/Kinkaku: (Glaring)
Misaki Thinking: Narbas had that white T-shirt on… I wasn’t crying anymore, and we were both curled up on the sofa…
Narbas: Popped it in
Misaki Thinking: Damn, that sounds wrong…
Motoko: (Talking very slowly and glaring) Define.. "It."
Narbas: (Disgusted) The DVD you pervert!
Kinkaku: (Perks up) What DVD?
Narbas: (Smiles at Memory) The Birdcage. Misaki wanted a good time.
Misaki Thinking: He looked so cute when he was shocked… I just called the sexy lunatic cute… ERGH!!! I just called him sexy!! (Twitch) Kinkaku would probably die if he saw that movie…
Kinkaku: What was it about? (confused)
Narbas: It was a comedy about gays. You’d probably die if you saw it Senichi
Misaki: (giggles)
Narbas: (Jumps slightly at the sudden giggle and glances sideways at Misaki)
Misaki: (Looks at Narbas and raises an eyebrow skeptically)
Narbas: (Depressed)
Misaki: (Sifts positions and cuddles up to Narbas)
Kinkaku/Motoko: (SMILE)
Motoko: (Glances at Kinkaku) Erm… Babe? Where’s your shirt??
Kinkaku: (Frowns, looks down, shrugs) Must have forgot it.
Motoko: You can borrow mine if you get cold.
Kinkaku: (Protective Voice) No. You might catch a cold.
Narbas: And girls shouldn’t go topless.
Motoko: (Femme Voice) You’re SOO sexist Narbas!!
Misaki: (Pulls away) We shouldn’t? (Evil grin, pulls off shirt) Why not?? (Innocent Voice)
Narbas: (Trying to focus on the road) Uh…. Well, Then I’d have more competition… and Senichi would have to fend them all off his wife…..
Misaki: (Shocked) WIFE?!?!?!
Narbas: There’s the hotel, look guys, I only had enough money for one hotel room.. When we get to Vegas, There’s two there.
Misaki: (Irate) EXPLAIN the WIFE comment! (Puts shirt back on)
Narbas: (Trying to cover up) I didn’t mean it! I was just joking! Teasing Kinkaku and Motoko… That’s all.
Misaki Thinking: We’ll see about that Narbas Kapier…
Narbas pulls out hotel key; Kinkaku, Motoko and Misaki all head up to the room with him.
In Hotel Room (30 Minutes Later)
Kinkaku: Motoko and I are going to go grab something to eat. You want to wake up Misaki?
Narbas: No. I’ll wait here, when she wakes up, I’ll see if she’s hungry.
Kinkaku: Ok. (suspicious look)
Motoko: (Glare) Kaku, I’M HUNGRY!!! Lets go! (Shakes fist) BRR!
Kinkaku: (Puts on a muscle shirt) Right, let’s go… Narbas?
Narbas: (forces gaze towards Kinkaku and away from Misaki) Yah?
Kinkaku: (Threatening Voice) DON’T violate my friend.
Narbas: (hurt) Gawd, now you too.
Kinkaku: Promise Me (Threatening)
Narbas: (Glare) Of course I won’t Kinkaku. I have morals
Kinkaku: Good
Kinkaku Thinking: hey… was that a jab at me?…. nah, couldn’t be.
Motoko/Kinkaku: (Leave the room)
Narbas: (Pulls out Child Solider INC to work on, with back to sleeping Misaki) Now Kinkaku doesn’t trust me.. I’m really not feeling the love here.
Misaki: (wraps arms around Narbas’ neck and presses lips against his cheek lightly) Well you should feel loved. I love you.
Narbas: (Depressed, giving up attitude) I thought you were asleep
Misaki: (shrug) The door slamming woke me up.
Narbas: (self hatred mood) You hungry?
Misaki: (suggestive) Not yet.
Narbas: (pulls Misaki into lap)
Misaki: (Rests head on Narbas’ shoulder)
Narbas: (Lightly stroking Misaki’s hair)
Misaki: Kapi?
Narbas: (pause) Yes?
Misaki: I don’t want to go back to Aberdeen. I want to stay with you, forever.
Narbas: I know. (Pulls Misaki closer) We have to go Misaki. This is the only way.
Misaki: (Takes Kapi’s Glasses) I know.
Narbas: (Nervous gulp)
Misaki: (Leans in slightly)
Misaki/Narbas: (Kiss)
Narbas: I love you Misaki
Misaki: (Depressed) I love you too. (Snuggles back against Narbas with glasses still in hand)
Narbas: (Soft Smile)
In The Restaurant Downstairs
Kinkaku: (Smiling) Who would have thought that we’d be on another road trip to Vegas and waiting for Narbas and Misaki to get married??
Motoko: (frown) Hmmmm.
Kinkaku: (confused, eyebrow raise) What?
Motoko (Shrugs, attempts to smile) Nothing.
Kinkaku: (frown) Tell me.
Motoko: (Pause) Do you (Pause) Think Misaki…. (pause) WANTS to be here?
Kinkaku: (relieved smile) Of course. She and Narbas have been planning this for ages.
Motoko: (pause) Sometimes I’m not so sure.
Kinkaku: (Grabs Motoko’s Hand) Trust me. If she didn’t want to be here, then Narbas wouldn’t have brought her here. He would NEVER do anything to make her unhappy.
Motoko: (smile) Well at least he didn’t kidnap her.
Kinkaku: That would have been pretty funny actually. (laughs)
Motoko: Yeah. (eats another pancake)
Kinkaku: Hey.. (sudden secretive look) If I tell you something, don’t tell Misaki?
Motoko: (Pause) She is…. my best friend Kaku (Looks at Kaku) But If I have to I won’t tell her.
Kinkaku: (Nervous) I think.. (bites lip) Narbas is making a big mistake. Moku is going to kill him.
Motoko: (unhappy) What?! I thought (Pause) that Narbas (thinks back) Narbas said! He said he killed Mokouromi!
Kinkaku: Shh! Not so loud! He didn’t (looks down) He may be a lunatic, but he isn’t a murderer. He and Mokouromi are friends. Narbas wouldn’t kill Mokouromi, even for Misaki.
Motoko: (Pause) So he lied to Misaki again?
Kinkaku: (guilty) In a sense… He sent Moku to Chicago for a week.
Motoko: (confused) But, Kaku! (pleading, confused) Why did Moku agree to it?? He must have known Narbas, is sort of (pause) out to (pause) gain…
Kinkaku: (gives Motoko a skeptical look) Because, Misaki wasn’t talking to him, and rumors were that she and Narbas had done things together……
Motoko: SO he went to Chicago to get murdered by some mob?! (angry) What a whimsy unmotivated little asshole!
Kinkaku: (pained voice) Don’t..
Motoko: Don’t what? Point out the obvious?!
Kinkaku: Let’s head back to check on Misaki and Narbas.
Motoko: (frustrated) Kaku, I want to know something
Kinkaku: (stressed out) What Toko_chan?
Motoko: Is there another reason why you think that Misaki and Narbas are making a mistake?
Kinkaku: (Looks away from Motoko) Yes.
Motoko: (waits)
Kinkaku: I don’t think he should go with Mokouromi’s girl because in all reality, that’s what she’ll always be. Moku’s Girl. No matter what they think… If he ever gets the guts to ask her out, she’ll feel wretched for turning him down.. (looks at Motoko) She IS my friend too. But there are times when you have to face the truth Motoko.
Motoko: (Smiles) Yeah. That’s true. But lets see, I think those two have a great chance.
Kinkaku: (glances at watch) We should get back though, We’ve been gone for two hours
Motoko: Yah, who knows what those crazy kids are up to.
Kinkaku: That’s what worries me
Kinkaku and Motoko get into elevator)
Motoko: (Gently whaps Kinkaku upside the head) You pervert.
Kinkaku: (suggestive eyebrow raise, innocent look) What??
Motoko: Worrying that my Misaki and your Narbas are getting it on.
Kinkaku: (suggestive eyebrow raise) are you IMPLYING that the WRONG people are worrying? (evil laugh) after all, (smirk) I’m not the one who freaked out when Narbas said "and I popped it in"
Motoko: (Shoves Kinkaku against the wall) Are you attempting to tell me that YOU (leans in close) Weren’t thinking the SAME thing?
Kinkaku: Of course I was. But unlike YOU I didn’t freak out.
Motoko: You haven’t (elevator door opens and two kids stand there gawking)…. Lost my car keys again have you?! (pulls away from Kinkaku muttering about hopeless)
(Kinkaku and Motoko get out of the elevator and walk to the room laughing softly. The hallway lights are dim and cast flickering shadows dancing on their faces as they walk through the hall. The atmosphere presses upon them, leaving them in silence as they reach the door)
(Opening the door, they are amused to find Narbas sleeping with Misaki cuddled up against him. A closer glance reveals that Narbas’ glasses are lightly clutched in Misaki’s hands.)
Kinkaku: (laugh) I guess she woke up.
Motoko: Yup (giggle)
Kinkaku: (Whips around to look at Motoko) You giggled!
Motoko: (sarcasm) No Shit Sherlock
Kinkaku: (eyebrow raise) It’s a turn on.
Motoko: Shhh! You’ll wake them!
Narbas: (shifts slightly)
Misaki: (stirs slightly in her sleep because of Narbas’ shift in position and whispers in a tired voice) Kapie?
Narbas: (Opens his eyes, sees Kinkaku and Motoko standing there and sits up suddenly) Hey.. How was breakfast? (Glances back at Misaki) erm… (eyes his glasses)
Misaki: (curls into a little ball and continues sleeping)
Motoko: (suddenly curious) Isn’t she hungry?
Narbas: (shrug) I guess not, she woke up right after you left, cuddled up and fell asleep again. I couldn’t write with Misaki in my lap so I gave up and lied down.. Next thing I knew, you two were standing there.
Motoko Thinking: Aww cute!! (pause) WAIT… HE’S STEALING MY MISAKI!!!
Kinkaku: (disbelieving) (sees INC papers scattered on the floor) She looks cold.
Narbas: (pulls covers out from under Misaki and tucks her in)
Misaki: (uncurls slightly)
Narbas: She’s so cute when she’s sleeping.
Motoko: You two are so cute when you’re all snuggled up and sleeping together.
Narbas: (Blush)
Misaki: I want food. (One eye opens, then the other.)
Motoko: Oh, look, she’s arisen from the DEAD…
Misaki: (stares incoherently) Ugh…. What?
Narbas: (sympathetic) Poor baby.
Misaki: (Glare) I’m NOT a baby.
Narbas: (smile) You’re my baby.
Misaki: No, I’m your psycho.
Narbas: You’re my sweet cute little psycho
Misaki: We can make that permanent if you can get some food (Bats eyelashes)
Narbas: (eyebrow raise) Hmmm. I’ll buy.
Downstairs Restaurant
Misaki: (munches on some pancakes)
Narbas: (watches smiling)
Misaki: Kapie, aren’t you hungry?
Narbas: I’m fine.
Misaki: (Hears Narbas’ stomach growl) Hey Kapie (Leans over and kisses Narbas on the mouth) Thanks for Breakfast (holds a forkful of pancake in front of Narbas’ mouth)Narbas: Really, I’m fine…. (eats forkful)
Misaki: (gives Narbas other half of the plate)
Narbas: I just ate your breakfast, is the rest of the drive going to be hell? (joking)
Misaki: (evil grin)
Narbas: (mock horror) Gasp!
Misaki: (suggestive) You’ll have to make it up Kapie…
Narbas: (eyebrow raise) I’ll take you grocery shopping.
Misaki: (purr) But you better not forget the checkout.
Narbas: (Suggestive eyebrow raise, grin) Of course not. That would be like stealing…
Misaki: (leans over toward Narbas) and stealing is WRONG (suggestive)
Narbas: (Smiles) You know, I never thought I’d be turned on by grocery shopping
Kinkaku/Motoko: HEY!! Remember us?! GEEZ!! Get a room!
Misaki: (opens mouth to speak)
Narbas: (interrupts) Misaki, want to go upstairs and work on a case?
Misaki: (innocent voice) What kind of case?
Narbas: (slightly suggestive, mostly casual) Mine.
Motoko: Oh My Fucking God….
Kinaku: Don’t (deadly tone) you (eyes narrow) DARE
Misaki: Well, if we can’t work on his INC then… We’ll do "something" else
Narbas: How about Affirmative Constructive?
Misaki: Nah (glances at a hyperventilating Kinkaku) We’d better get back on the road.
Narbas: (leaves to pay)
Kinkaku/Motoko/Misaki: (head out to car)
In Car ½ Way To Deadwood
Misaki: Narbas… I’m (worried) really… not sure, if you should be driving… at 160.. In a in a 60 MPH zone..
Kinkaku: (irritated) Don’t worry so much
Misaki: (whips around) I would LIKE to survive this kidnapping!
Narbas: (tired) Quit yelling at her Senichi.
Kinkaku: (yelling) I’M NOT YELLING!!!!!
Narbas: (glances at Misak)
Misaki: (turns up radio)
Misaki Thinking: I’ve got to get away from Senichi and Motoko.
Kinkaku: Whatever
Motoko: (Smiles at Kinkaku, Cuddles up, Plays with his hair)
Narbas: (glances at Misaki)
Misaki: (plays with her hair, while starring out the window absent mindedly)
Motoko: (Quiet Enough So Misaki/Narbas can’t hear) What’s wrong Senichi?
Kinkaku: (also quiet) I’m just sick of this.
Motoko: (continues playing with Kinkaku’s hair) yeah. (sarcasm) You’ve got to love road trips.
Kinkaku: (stares out window, moody)
Motoko: (Leans on Kinkaku and falls asleep)
Kinkaku: (Doesn’t seem to notice, starring out the window)
Narbas: (frustrated)
Misaki: (puts her hand on Narbas’ leg, as a sign of comfort)
(Next three hours pass in silence, with the occasional change of radio station, and shift in position)
Narbas: (slows down to 30 MPH as they near a town)
Misaki: (Reads sign out loud) Cimont? (tilts head slightly) Sounds… (sees population) 10?! Jeez! It’s smaller than WARNER!!
Kinkaku: (mutters softly) Picky.
Narbas: (laughs at Misaki’s look of shock)
Misaki: (Interested, looking around) It looks just like a Western…
Narbas: (Pulls into a parking space in front of a bar) Maybe we can grab a quick drink before we head back on the road.
Kinkaku: (moody) I don’t drink, and you shouldn’t drink and drive
Narbas: (patient) Water.. Pop.. That’s what I’m talking about.
Kinkaku: (Moody)
All Four: (Walk into the bar)
Misaki: (eyes scan the room, and immediately stop upon one character dealing out cards) I know him. (gestures in the direction of the card dealer)
Narbas: (eyes set upon character) How? You’ve never been in this part of South Dakota Before…
Misaki: He’s not from this area of South Dakota. He’s from Aberdeen, and he’s spent nights with all of us.
Narbas: (takes it the wrong way, angry, worried) WHAT?!
Misaki: (Doesn’t take eyes off character) Debater.
Narbas: (disbelieving) Can’t be one of ours….
Misaki: It is. (walks over to table) Aren’t you a bit young to be dealing or playing in a professional poker game??
Narbas: (confused) Misaki HOW do you know this person?!
Misaki: (matter of fact) Because Kapi, It’s Ristulka.
Ristulka: (deep voice) I’m sorry Ma’am, but you are mistaken My Name is Riccardo Santiago
Misaki: (smiles) Sure Ristulka. You don’t even look like a Santiago.
Ristulka: (deep voice) I assure you madam that I am indeed Riccardo Santiago
Misaki: (Sarcasm) Ok. Sure.
Ristulka: (whiney voice) SO WHAT?!? Wrau doesn’t even look like a Mikhailovich!
Misaki: (smirk) And HOW do you know Wrau?
Ristulka: (deep voice) Damn you Misaki!
Misaki: (smile) Oh and Riccardo?
Ristulka: WHAT?! Erm… (deep voice) What?
Misaki: Nice voice (sexy voice) it’s sexy.
Narbas: (COUGH)
Misaki: Aww, I still love you Narbas
Ristulka: (Deep voice) WHAT??? WHOA!!! WHEN did this happen?!
Misaki: (shrug)
Narbas: (smile)
Ristulka: SO what brings this beautiful (cough FORBIDDEN cough) romance around these parts?
Misaki: (shrug) We’re gonna get married.
Ristulka: (chokes on his pint of beer) (cough cough) What?! Do you have ANY idea what the debate god will do to you?? He’ll SLAUGHTER you both!! (Glances around nervously) He’s got spies (gestures largely) Everywhere! (looks at Misaki and gives her a ‘you should know this look)
Misaki: (lips tighten slightly, then face relaxes) (nonchalant) Don’t be so paranoid Ristulka.
Ristulka: I’m not being paranoid! He forced me to balance the Spy Budget!!
Misaki: (gives Ristulka a warning look) (nonchalant) Shouldn’t a banker do that?
Ristulka: (gives misaki a look) The BANKER had a crush on Lucy. The debate god had him smithed.
Misaki: (clam, until the last sentence is finished.) (eyes widen) IS that legal?!
Ristulka: The…. A Goddess Smithed the banker.
Kinkaku: (unbelieving) A goddess??
Ristulka: (depressed shake of the head) God and all other "higher beings" fear the Debate God and his almighty Wrath.
Kinkaku: (yelling) I WON’T BELIEVE THAT!!!
Misaki: (softly) And I don’t even believe in God.

Ristulka: (depressed) That’s the problem! Damn Wiccans and Buddhists took over! The lack of belief in god led to his lower presense in existance. Now he’s so weak that The Debate God can control and order him! It’s horrible!! God is no longer the Almighty… he’s the all inslaved.
Misaki: (Contemplative) But he COULDN’T have truly been the almight if our lack of belief could decrease his existance. (supierior look) How DOES that work?!
Ristulka: You might need to sit down.. (glances at angry card players) I’m going to go explain god to them.
Card Player #1: (angry) GOOD! You win too much!!!!
Card Player #2: (angry) Fricken accented card sharks.
Card Player #3: (angry) Damn 23 year old Card Sharks!
(Ristulka/Kinkaku/Narbas/Misaki/Motoko all go to sit at the secluded corner table)
Ristulka: (clears throat) Ok, in the beginning there was darkness and all came into being. But before humans, god was created to give them hope. Whatever created humans knew, we would need something to believe in. For some reason, the people started to loose faith, and this lead to his loss in his existance. His Strength everything, depends souly upon our true belief and pure love. Soon, the religions that didn’t believe in him, caused his weakness and overall slavery of the Debate God.
Kinkaku: (glaring) NOT TRUE!!!
Narbas: (confused)
Misaki: (looks at Ristulka, obviously unhappy he’s sharing this information with the rest of the group) (Changes expression to wonder) To hear this… contradicts my religion.. and yet it doesn’t. It’s so.. (looks at Ristulka) Unusual.
Motoko: Are you even old enough to drink??
Ristulka: (smile) Shhh that’s our secret.
Misaki: Ristulka you’re a BAD boy.
Ristulka: (laugh) (takes another gulp of beer)
Misaki: (raises and eyebrow and smiles) Hey Ristulka you want to come to Vegas with us?
Ristulka: SURE! Actually (pause) I was headed there.
Misaki: What happened? (worried)
Ristulka: (pissed) My care blew up.
Misaki: (eyebrow raise) You mean your engine??
Ristulka: No. I mean I was coming out of the bathroom and I came out just in time to see my whole fucking car blow up!
Misaki: (symapthetic) You poor thing!
Ristulka: (depressed anger) So since then.. .I’ve been trying to win enough to buy a car.
Misaki: Well you can com with us Ristulka! I think it would be great if you came to the wedding with us!
(All head out to the car after getting a couple dozen Mountain Dews)
In Deadwood, SD
Misaki: (tired) I’ll wait here.
Kinkaku: We’re going to be gone a while.
Narbas: You souldn’t stay alone.
Misaki: I’m going to just kick back or whatever.
Ristulka: I don’t think…
Misaki: (glare)
Ristulka: We should push it…
Misaki: (watches the rest of the crew enter a nearby casino) Whew… Now to call Starfire (pulls out cellphone and dials Star’s number) Starfire?
Starfire: (Panicked) MISAKI?! Where are you?! The police were searching for you!!!
Misaki: I’m in Dedwood, South Dakota. You need to call my parents and tell them that (connection dies) NOOO! DAMMIT!!! I’ll be grounded for life for this stunt! (sigh) (puts cell phone away) (curls up and falls asleep)
9 hours later
Misaki: (pulls out cell phone) Dead. (sigh) (shoves cell phone back into pocket)
Narbas/Kinkaku/Motoko/Ristulka: (run out of casino and jump into car)
Ristulka: (gets in on Misaki) DRIVE DAMMIT!!! DRIVE!!!
Misaki: (muffled voice) GERROFISTULKA!!
Narbas: (speeds out back onto highway)
Misaki: (sees giant bag) What’s in the bag??
Ristulka: All my winnings.
Misaki: (smiles) Coolness! How did you do?
Ristulka: I won $3 Million.
Misaki: Oh (pause) My (pause) God (pause)
Ristulka: The first game.
Misaki: How many games did you play??
Ristulka: Five. At Three Million dollars each.
Misaki: FIFTEEN MILLION DOLLARS???
Ristulka: (proudly) and four cents!
Misaki: Four cents??
Ristulka: Pool game, low stakes.
Misaki: Holy crap…..
Ristulka: Hey, I have to buy a wedding present don’t I? (grin, shrug)
Misaki: NO (shocked) you don’t (shocked)
Ristulka: (pout) I’m still buying you a toaster!
Misaki: (laughing) Ok Ristulka. If you must.
Ristulka: Yup! And only one downside.
Misaki: How bad can it be? (optimistic)
Narbas: (Angry) TELL HER RISTULKA
Misaki: (eyebrow raise, worried)
Ristulka: We can.. erm… NEVER go back to Deadwood… at least not until those people loose their memories… or lives….
Misaki: (suspicious) WHY?????
Ristulka: (nervous, embarrassed) I might have gotten all that money from everyone and they might be slightly irate…
Kinkaku: (yelling) SLIGHTLY IRATE?! THE FUCKING BAR TENDOR WHIPPED OUT A SHOT GUN AND AIMED IT AT MY HEAD!!! HE WAS PISSED YOU WON HIS FOUR CENTS!!!
Misaki: (shocked) was he??
Narbas: (Angry) No! He wasn’t the only one! Bill Gates is also pissed off at us!
Misaki: (holds hand to mouth to try to stop laughter)
Narbas: AND!!! Some trillion-are sent a bottle of champagne flying at MY head!!!
Misaki: (soft giggle)
Ristulka: I don’t know why, you’re so pissed. I’m paying for the rest of the trip…. Not to mention your toaster.
Misaki: (laughing) Just don’t make them chase us out of Vegas too Ristulka.
Ristulka: (grin) I won’t. I promise. Here. (hands Misaki the bag of money) you can hold onto it. (climbs into back seat)
Misaki: (ties knot at the top of the bag and puts it on the floor)
Narbas: (angry)
Misaki: Kapie, we’re all ok and that’s all that matters
Narbas: You sure? Because the money seems to really matter too.
Misaki: (hurt) Narbie that’s not fair.
Narbas: (sarcastic) It isn’t?
Kinkaku: Maybe I had better drive
Motoko: You two can sit back here
Narbas: Bad idea.
Misaki: (demanding) Why?
Narbas: Because, right now I want to strangle (pause) Ristulka.
Misaki: So I’ll sit between you two. You could use some more sleep anyway.
Narbas: (grouchy) I’m fine.
Misaki: NARBAS KAPIER (deadly tone) You pull over this car right now OR (ominous pause) I will tell Kinkaku what happened.
Narbas: (worried) You WOUDN’T!
Misaki: I WILL
Kinkaku: You had better tell Kinkaku what happened.. Narbas isn’t listening to Misaki… hey Kinkaku just spoke in third person… and kinkaku sounds cool in third person!
Narbas: (pulls over the car) Happy?
Misaki: (matter of fact-ly) Yes.
(Kinkaku/Motoko switch with Misaki/Narbas)
Kinkaku: (continues driving)
Narbas: (looks out the window moodily)
Misaki: (snuggles up to Narbas and whispers in his ear) I wouldn’t have told Kinkaku, you know that.
Narbas: (pouting softly) No I don’t.
Misaki: (whispering patiently to Narbas) Then I’ll tell you now. What happened is between you and me, and that’s the way I want it. I would never tell anyone.
Narbas: (puts an arm around Misaki) Neither would I.
Misaki: (gently kisses the side of Narbas’ neck)
Narbas: (rests his head on Misaki’s and falls asleep)
20 Minutes Later
Kinkaku: (to Motoko) So what do yoou think Misaki was talking about?
Motoko: I’m not sure… Couldn’t have been anything to big. Misaki would havementioned something to me.
Kinkaku: You sure?
Motoko: I know Misaki… Sh’es not like that. She’ll joke about it, but she wouldn’t do anything like that.
Kinkaku: You’re positive?
Motoko: Yes.
Kinkaku: Well (shrug) if you’re sure then ok.
Motoko: Although I do want to know.
Kinkaku: For sure.
Motoko: Shall we commence Operation Double Agent?
Kinkaku: Report back later Agent Shigekazu
Motoko: It’s Bond, Kinkaku Bond, Super Stud
Kinkaku: (perverted grin, eyebrow raise)
Ristulka: (softly) And once again, last minute prom date is left single.
Narbas: Hey Ristulka, no worries, Vegas is full of women
Ristulka: Not teenage girls who would just like me for goof around me. You and Kinkaku are lucky.
Narbas: Well actually
Ristulka: (eyebrow raise)
Narbas: She was techincally Mokouromi’s unoffical… so erm.. yeah..
Ristulka: But she’s marrying you...
Narbas: (blushing) Well I may have not told her right away ...
Ristulka: (Raised whisper) YOU KIDNAPPED HER?!
Narbas: Keep it down!
Ristulka: (Confused) So... why isn’t the unofficial with her unofficial?
Narbas: (eyes narrow at Ristulka) First because she isn’t his. She’s mine. Second, she thinks he’s dead.. and third I’m not sure.
Ristulka: (Shocked) What?? But for you to know that you would have had to..
Narbas: (gulity) I know.. I guess psychos turn her on? Or she was dying to get with me...
Ristulka: What happens... when she... (nervous) Finds out the truth??
Narbas: (sullen) I don’t know..
Ristulka: She won’t be happy. What she and Tashoru had was really special Kapier. You as a friend shouldn’t have broken that up. Friends don’t do that.
Narbas: (angry) It couldn’t be anything close to what we had! Do you know WHY she wouldn’t go out with me Devereux? Because of him! Her little Mokouromi! One night we had?! Thrown away! She told me not to tell, and avoided me... What could she and Tashoru Mokouromi have that could ever compare??
Ristulka: (feels sort of bad for Narbas) Love. Think about it Narbas.. Even if she does go to you because she needs someone when she thinks that Mokouromi died, it would just be rebound...
Narbas: (nods, trying not to cry)
Ristulka: Unrequited love is hard. But you shouldn’t break up others to try to gain them Narbas. It isn’t right... You really do love her don’t you?
Narbas: (nods and looks away)
Ristulka: I’m not saying that it will never work. But before you steal something away from Mokouromi, you had better think long and hard about which you value more.
Misaki: (moves her head slightly and makes a slight noise, still asleep)
Ristulka: I think it’s safe to say that she wants to be with you. Otherwise she would have called the cops on you a long time ago.
Narbas: (silently, very depressed) I’m still not sure... what’s she’s going to do when she sees Mokouromi again..
Ristulka: Well, by then she will be married to you. So no worries.
Narbas: I hope you’re right (kisses the top of Misaki’s head)
Ristulka: (looks at Misaki, brief look of longing) She sure sleeps through a lot.
Narbas: (smile) You should see her on the Debate Bus sleeping. It’s cute.
Ristulka: So, what did she say when you showed up at her house at...
Narbas: Midnight. She said, "What the fuck are you doing here?!" she swears a bit when she’s tired.
Ristulka: (smirk) That’s so (laughing) Cute...
Ristulka Thinking: You even think of hurting her, and I will kill you Kapier... No mercy. No one hurts my Misaki.
Narbas: Only she can make me think swearing is cute.
Ristulka: (raises eyebrow) If she threw a knife at you, you’d probably think it was cute.
Narbas: Depends if she hits me..(laughs)
Misaki: (shifts slightly)
Ristulka: Looks like she’s waking up.
Narbas: Yeah. She got about 1/2 hour of sleep.
Ristulka: And you got about 20 minutes
Misaki: (opens eyes and stares out window)
Narbas: (doesn’t see Misaki’s eyes open) I guess she’s not waking up.
Ristulka: Hmmm
Ristulka Thinking: I wonder if she knows about Tashoru. I should have them contact Tashoru and meet up with us. Just to really force Misaki to see the real Narbas. She told me about that one night...
Narbas: (strokes Misaki’s hair)
Misaki: (yawns)
Narbas: (hands Misaki a Mountain Dew) Good Afternoon
Misaki: (stares at Mountain Dew Incoherently)
Narbas & Ristulka: (soft laughter)
Misaki: (Takes a swig of mountain dew) where are we?? (slightly groggy, but coherent)
Ristulka: Good Question.
Kinkaku: (glances in Review mirror) Hey Narbas. (confused) When did you wake up?
Narbas: About 10 Minutes Ago.
Kinkaku: Oh…. Well anyway. Thanks to our great speeding skills, we are now in Wyoming.
Narbas: Must be speeding look how long it took for us to get here, about a day or so, give or take.
Motoko: (whips around) That’s because –someone- decided to set off at midnight!
Narbas: (shrugs)
Ristulka: I think it would be best if we registered for everything under aliai.
Kinkaku: Is aliai actually the plural of alias?
Motoko: According to the Latin Language it is.
Kinkaku: You know how turned on I get when you start speaking Latin? (perverted grin)
Narbas/ Misaki/ Ristulka: NOT NOW!!!!
Motoko: Fine, fine. (returns to staring blankly out the window)
Narbas/Misaki: (cuddle)
Ristulka: I feel left out.
Misaki: (Gives Ristulka a hug then returns to cuddling Narbas)
Ristulka: (smile)
Motoko: There’s gotta be –some- girl in Vegas looking for a bad-ass card shark with an identity crisis.
Ristulka: You’re STILL harping on that whole Ricardo Santiago thing?
Misaki: Devie, if you’re going to pick an alias, at least use one that matches you.
Motoko: Yeah, you’re far too Northern European to use a Latino Name. Russian, maybe.
Ristulka:

Chapter 1
Forbidden Roses
Tashoru mumbled out some more apologies and weak excuses as he rang Tokuto’s doorbell, the chimes rang through the house long and slow.
"Sumi, it’s not that I don’t want to be with you… It’s just I need to get this done and you and Tokuto get along pretty well…"
"Tash, WHO are you working with again?"
"Is that really relevant? Look, you and Toku can play X-box or something while I finish up, then I’ll swing by and pick you up when I’m done. At least I found you something fun to do while I couldn’t be with you?"
"Yeah, whatever."
"Hey, it could be worse, we could be going out and this could be a date."
Tashoru’s unsubtle way of reminding me that we were not going out was not pleasing by any means. Tokuto answered the door without a shirt and loose blue jeans, a move that I’m sure he regretted the second that he saw me standing beside Tash. Tash gave him a strange look, then hesitated as if he were going to change his mind about this, my mouth remained glued by the beautiful set of abs before me. Toku looked at the both of us, then finally started talking, "Did you two want something, maybe? Would you like to come in?"
"Tash has something to do, do you mind if I chill with you till he gets done?"
Tash whipped to look at me, as if he wanted to suddenly scream no, still unable to speak. He clearly hadn’t been expecting Tokuto to answer the door shirtless.
"Fine by me, come on in, I’ll see you later Tash."
I stepped by Tokuto who closed the door in Tash’s still gawking face, he motioned for me to follow and we headed to the kitchen. Toku started to laugh hysterically, his shirt draped lazily over the back of a kitchen chair, obviously just taken off.
"Obviously Tash didn’t want to leave you with scantily clad me."
"I guess as long as I don’t answer the door in your shirt, he’ll be fine."
We both started cracking up, Toku slid a pop across the counter for me, and then we headed for the living room. He had an X-box controller lying on the floor, the screen still flashing with the pause menu.
"You can take off your jacket and throw it somewhere."
I threw my jacket on the sofa and plopped down beside Toku who was already getting back into his game, madly pushing buttons and focusing on the screen. He paused again after a bit and looked at me, choosing his words carefully.
"You and Tash going out?"
"No."
"That’s good… You want to try this game?"
"Sure."
I expected him to hand me the controller and shout out instructions like most people would when instructing a newb on how to play a game. Instead he pulled me into his lap, holding his hands over mine on the controller, with every move he’d tap the specified fingers. The figure flashed on the screen, madly twirling swords and shooting guns, a victory steal popped up as we lost the second battle. His laugh sounded in my ear again, rich and deep.
Fifteen minutes later we were still leaning forward, I in his lap, madly playing a game I still didn’t know the name of. His cell phone started to ring some obnoxious tune, Toku glanced at the caller, his laugher ringing out again.
"It’s Tash… Should we worry him again?"
"Let’s, he needs some excitement in his life."
We moved the couch, Toku sitting beside me, I waited patiently as he flipped open the phone to answer. I could hear Tash’s voice on the other end demanding what took so long.
"Sorry, I had to, uh… find my phone."
I giggled near the phone, my mouth inches from Toku’s, his eyes turned to mine shining with laughter as Tash started to sound nervous.
"Um… How’s Sumi?"
"She’s… good."
I pressed my lips against the corner of his mouth, he turned his head and continued the kiss, the phone picking up every sound. He nudged me down on the couch this was not what I had been expecting from Toku. Tash sounded on the phone again, enraged at what he thought he was hearing.
"TOKU, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
"Sorry, Sumi cut up an orange, they’re really good. You ever try oranges and yogurt? Messy, but delicious."
I pulled him down again, our mouths inches apart, Toku grinned evilly and nodded.
"Toku, who’s on the phone, can’t you hang up already?"
My voice came out breathless and giddy, like a soap star just emerging from a make out scene.
"WHAT THE HELL!?"
Toku held the phone away from his ear, laughing at the shrill scream that was coming from the other end of a very angry Tashoru.
"It’s Tash, can’t you tell?"
"Oooh, lemme talk to him!"
Toku handed me that phone and grinned, still pinning me down to the sofa.
"Hey Tash, don’t bother picking me up, Toku can just take me home. That way you can have the rest of the day for your project. Okay?"
"What? I thought you wanted to hang out."
"We always hang out. I thought I’d change it up. Listen, it’s no problem, thanks for dropping me off with Toku, you know… If it hadn’t been for you, I would have never gotten to know how much fun he is! Bye Tash!"
"Wait, Sumi!!"
"Hey Tash, Toku here… We’re gonna head out, we’ll catch you tomorrow in school okay?"
Toku flipped his phone shut, then looked back at me, his blue eyes glittering with mischievous thoughts. He ran his finger down the side of my face a small look of longing crossing his own, a smooth velvet caressing touch sent me into whirlpools of nervousness. He pressed his mouth to mine, slowly, the spiced taste of Toku sent an electric rush throughout me.
Her kiss was sweet and smooth like chocolate, emerald eyes stared directly into mine, I could feel her heartbeat as I’m sure she could feel mine. The slow rhythm began to race as I pressed my mouth to hers again, then kissed the side of her face and her neck. Her hands explored my chest, gently tracing my shoulders, then ruffled my hair, she pulled me down harder. The phone rang again, the shrill tune singing out, and as she gasped slightly I pulled her up and threw the phone down. She laughed, giddy with the new feeling rushing through her mind and body.
"Come."
Sumi didn’t argue, she followed quietly as we headed toward my room, finally we reached it, I met her mouth again indulging in the sweet taste. So many days I had dreamed of such a miracle to occur, and now she lay on my bed smiling at me, thought of Tash seemingly the farthest thing from her mind.
He didn’t continue to kiss me, we just lay on the bed simply enjoying each other’s presence. I could still hear the smooth rhythm of his heart as I snuggled closer, the enthralling scent of his cologne was soothing and rich.
"I love you."
I propped my head up so I could look into his eyes, the brilliant blue reminded me of the ocean, his voice was so smooth and silken it felt as though I was melting in it’s beautiful tone. He watched me, his eyes gently clouding over at my silence, I smiled and sighed happily.
"I love you too."
Monday dragged so slowly, every silent of the tick of the clock seemed to send the hands backward instead of advancing.

What stain is this that plagues my royal palm? A sweet crimson will tell my forbidden tale, its vibrant hue screaming to the commoners and others of a nobler breed. The strongest soaps and hardest scrubs will not rid me of this telling mark, nor will the sweetest perfume ever take its pungent stench away. I can feel the its mocking itch as I long to scratch away its vile existence, but then the servants will take note. My lord stares with a crazed eye, I’m sure that he too can see the stain, the vibrant stain because of which our empire shall fall. Yet how could he not see the stains upon my palm when he is covered in such blood, the guilt of Duncan’s death, the ever-lasting badge of with which we shall be eternally condemned.
The dagger haunts us as well, the shining blade is etched deep into my fragile brain, the gleaming leer of guilt shines brighter than any beacon made by man. My lord carries the forsaken weapon on the hilt of his belt, scavenged from some lowly beggar, it is the crowning jewel of his new insanity.
To save the empire, which we have stolen from the Lord Duncan, to save that which I hold nearest to my heart, I will and shall cut the fragile string of life and cast away such petty thoughts of existence. The question thus becomes, to slit my throat with his accursed dagger and bring notice only towards my death… or tie the frayed rope around my neck to be tossed into the perilous void, unknowing of the servant’s screams. My guilt I shall relinquish when I lay into my dusty grave, to my love and Lord Macbeth, I say… Goodbye.

Health JournalMirki Tao Yen
January 7, 2005
This is the journal that I’m forced to write, it’s required that we write a paragraph about ourselves, or at least twenty facts about ourselves. Fact Number One: I really hate talking about myself. Fact number Two: I really don’t like writing journals that must conform to the ideals of what a teacher requires in a superficial assignment were no one is really going to tell what their thinking about because they’ll get sent to a counselor. Fact Number Three: I just broke up with my boyfriend. Fact Number Four: one of my friends is MIA and no one can really tell us what happened. I’m not in a good mood, I’m at a coffee shop right now, when I probably should be in health class. I really don’t like my class. There really isn’t any more to write.
January 8, 2005
I’m in school, sitting in the debate room and writing. I probably should be with my friends joking around and talking, but he’s still missing along with the others and it’s making me really worried.
Okay to get some facts straight…. My partner in debate is David Marshall McKinley and he went missing (according to police reports) on Sunday four o’clock PM in front of a crowd of people who quote, "watched him sink into the floor" unquote. As if that wasn’t bad enough, our past tense debater ( I hate using that phrase) Jameson Troy Masters went missing about two months before him, and Gage Jacobs Heaser a month after Jameson. Gage is in the same year as David, and they’re all on our team. Or at least were at some point.
… Jeff our head coach just asked if I was okay, we had a talk about that. He’s not handling the disappearances well either, but I don’t blame him. For him, our team is like his family. A big happy family. For me…. Well it’s not quite like that with all of them. But most of them I consider like brothers and sisters.
I guess I should head to class. Jeff is going to clear me for that day I missed. Thank god.
January 9th, 2005
I’m not really sure where I am. They day started out completely normal actually, I headed into the cafeteria. Then I started to feel slightly lightheaded (which wasn’t normal) next thing I know I reach to grab onto the chair next to me and my hand slips completely through it. Then I’m falling through some sort of strange vegetation crap with the screams of peers getting farther away… Hard impact and I think I sprained my ankle. Lovely. It’s raining now, the thunder is so loud that I can hear it and I’m stranded in some sort of rainforest. To add to my "glee" All I could find was some strange little cave. It’s dark. Cold. And I’m pissed off. Can you tell?
January 10th 2005
Definitely haven’t eaten anything, I’m no girl scout so I have no clue what’s safe to eat here. All the plants look kinda foreign to me. I keep hearing weird rustling noises following me everywhere, and the forest around me is unnaturally quiet. Except for the rustling of course. I wish I had gotten stranded with some sort of food. So hungry.
January 11th, 2005
This is going to really sound strange, but even though I haven’t eaten anything. I’m not hungry anymore. Paranoid, yes. That rustling is getting louder. I need a hug right now. It would really help if Mikhail could just sweep me into some fantastic reassuring hug. One of David’s hugs would be wonderful too though. A pat on the head from Gage would seem about heavenly now. Oh well, so much for hopeful wishes.
January 12th, 2005
It’s dark and there’s some kind of strange scratching on the roof. I can barely see this page, let alone the dark ominous roof a—
Jameson flipped through the journal, his thoughts focused on every word, brow furrowed as he read. Nearby Gage sniffed at the ground, a raw smell stung his nostrils as he leaned back, a worried look mirroring that of Jameson’s.
"James? What is that?"
"It’s Mikiri’s health Journal, she’s here too."
"Mikiri is here?"
"I think David might be too."
James quietly fingered the last page, half of the sheet was missing, a large jagged rip cutting off whatever she had been writing.

Let’s start with the facts because they’re simple. The Godfather is the head of an extremely important organization. The Godfather is also female, 17, rather femine but willing to kick your ass should you insult anything that really shnouldn’t be. If you refer back to the the exact date of Janunary 17, 1920 you’ll see a date much more devestating to history than the Black Plague. On this date the government sent into effect the Volstead Act which in turn banned all alcoholic products. This day was also important because born into the American world was indeed Jennifer Leyona Remisteir.
She would start out her life a normal woman, ruthless and determined. Behind the scenes away from the snapshot view of cameras, she started her own personal Mafia. This Mafia was different from the bootlegging hooligans, this was run by a woman. A smooth slick underground operation who seemed to know more than the entire CIA agent headquarters could come close to. They had the technology, they had the people. Basically they had the power.
Jennifer did not allow her son to join this mafia, instead she waited for the next generation. Her son gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, deemed Michelle Faye Remisteir. Quietly behind her father and mother’s backs, Grandmother Jennifer trained the young Michelle. To her dismay, it seemed although Michelle was brillant, she lacked the enthusiasm for detail checks.
Of course that’s where I come into the picture. My name is Mikira Akiko Miyazawa and I am Michelle’s lawyer. Although I am only 16, I do hold certain factors that are deem worthy. Such as any and all paperwork I either handle and/or know exact details of. At her tweltfh year, Michelle Faye Remisteir inherited the Mafia, and at my 11th year, I became the soul financial consultant and soliciter.
Once the books were balanced and the budget and income simultaneously enlarged, we were in buisness. Of course we had to let go, or estinquish any and all contacts I felt weren’t fit and replace them with adequete substitues.
Let us, while we’re at it, get one other fact straight. I do NOT take on apprentices, current buisness obligations, not to mention social expectations leave no room for training. Of course the Godfather Remy is laughing all of this up in her quanint little room.
So of course I did what any self respecting soliciter and financial consultant would do. I went out to go whine to my friend.
"Xander can you believe this SH---"
"--Please Mikira.. Not while we’re in the church."
Perhaps it would help your situation as an observer to know one more fact. Xander is actually a priest in training for the Roman Catholic Church. He knows of our situation and is actually a junior CIA agent as well as our main technology provider and design consultant. His daddy may not be rich, but he sure as hell is.
"SCHUTFF.."
Xander reached behind the counter and withdrew a small box, the metal exterior glinted boldly in the soft candlelight.
"For my favorite little sociopath."
"A metal skippet?"
Alright this too may not be well known in poliet society as a common term. A skippet was a professional small wooden box used for document holding. This protected documents from most elements and gave a rather nice thing to carry around. Not to mention in a tight situation, a skippet could be converted into a rather hard hitting divise.
"Hardly."
He opened the box to reveal typical female excessories, sunglasses, braclets, rings, toe rings, make up, nail polish, and exquisite necklaces.
"No watches?"
"Too bulky, listen up Mikira, this isn’t going to be a hit and run sort of learning. You’re going to need some practice. The sunglasses act as mechanical binoculars, activated upon voice command and will focus in as you command Bracelets will function as either electronical lock picks or digital code breakers, just twist accoriding to situational need. Rings can be twisted for high power lasers capable of impariment or death. Toe rings will activate upon the command of fuck you, casting out a powerful toxin that you are immune to already. The nailpolish holds a powerful antidote, making you immune to truth serum. Necklaces hold cameras, there’s one for you and the Godfather. They also hold small voice recorders activated upon the command of oh really. The make up cannisters hold actual makeup, however activating them with the voiced command lipase will release a viral bacteria that will only survive long enough to attack those around you and completely destroy all of their fat supplies. Eating of course through their skin and muscle tissue to get to any and all fat reserves."
"That sounds painful."
"It is. That’s the one you won’t need practice with."
"Won’t it attack me too?"
"No. Your choker, jewlery, etc. All have a certain repellant for the virus."
"So is this your way of replacing our skull lockets?"
"Yes, with something slightly more stylish and effective."
"They’re chokers?"
"Yes. Should your captures get suspiscious and try to destroy it to find cameras etc. Upon the voiced command dynasty in your voice they will dissintegrate."
I put on the new gadjets and looked up at Xander, expecting some sort of nod of approval. Instead I found myself facing the largest look of disapproval that I had ever seen.
"What?"
"Why did you get into this buisness?"
"The Mafia to me is a beautiful thing and I am, as they say, an aesthete."
"You’re a kid in an adult’s world."
"You’re one to talk Xander Devro Polarski."
"I just don’t think you should be in the Mafia."
The last fact you need to know in order to fully understand the emotional roller coaster of one in my status. Please note the following `

From the quiet marsh he slipped through swamp-like land which engulfed his giant figure. A mother’s pride could not have been greater for her grandeur son. He headed towards that golden place full of meat men, hoping to taste their blood upon his lips and their bones between his teeth.
I am sure now, that as his voice cried out that victorious battle triumph, the meat men quaked with fear. They slinked like the cowards they are to the backs of the hall and into their rooms, closing doors and hoping that no one would dare come looking. He didn’t murder a single man, they sacrificed their lives through stupidity of charge. The meat man clan became stronger.
That wretched leader of a king decided to wreak his vengeance upon my darling son, though I warned him of a coming danger my baby boy did not listen. He once again rose to the surface, to smell the sweet scent of human blood and taste wonderful flesh upon his tongue. Then Beowulf came.
Grendel came home to me, fatally wounded, whimpering about the dreaded Beowulf. Golden slivers lay embedded where his arm used to stand and he cried his last cry, falling to the ground and death embraced his bold heart. The bloody hole where my son’s arm used to be, enraged me beyond thought or reason and upon his death I swore a vengeance.
I sought that king and stole his friend, I stole him like he stole my son. With that wretched mortal I stole my son’s lifeless limb. The meat men called the infamous Beowulf, but I was not afraid, my son had made mistakes and his naivety would be avenged.
I sensed his presence before he met my sight, the sickening scent of heroism and unadulterated vengeance reeked about him. His splashes echoed in the darkness, and then Beowulf stood before me. That shining gold upon his chest and masculine stance sent a shock through me, I knew by scent this was no ordinary meat man. He was obsessed. Beowulf with that gleam in his eyes was obsessed to taste victory once again, to the point where it made him inhuman, his strength radiated from his tense cat-like muscles and his smile leered in haughty confidence.
We clashed with hatred unknown to the world above or below. We clashed until my claws grew weary from the sting of hitting his mail protection and his sword grew limp in his hand with frustration. I sank my teeth in, but could only feel the grind of his in heroic determination. What made this man so sure he was a hero, killing my only son. His fellow meat men were in the wrong here, not my son. They had presented their haughty prestige and they had served the sentence of a rightful vengeance for our kind. That was something this meat men could never understand.
We fought further and further until the very depths of hell encompassed us in loathing heat. Finally the wearied warrior fell, the dagger gripped within my hand I yelled in pure delight. My son, my darling son, would be avenged upon this day and the moon would turn red in memory of the warrior who dared to cross a mother’s vengeance. Every muscled forced it’s power into that swing and the dagger was brought at unearthly speeds at Beowulf. Alas, it did not kill him, he looked up with realization in his eyes that the very mail he wore of hammered link would protect him. Until I could rip that nuisance of a metal skin off, Beowulf would live on.
Beowulf escaped my clutches during my drowning shock, and ran from me. The urge to laugh was incessant and I mocked his willingness to turn from battle.
"Beowulf" murmured I, "Is this the great Beowulf who runs from battle when he cannot win? What a cowardly figure you have become, preying upon innocence such as my deceased son!"
Beowulf turned at the taunt, and held up a sword, the sword of the heavens. Hammered by giants and ordained with magic, I had defeated it once before and grew confident. The man who welded it before was not the obsessed, convinced only with righteousness this man had been pure. That was my mistake. Beowulf was not pure, he was a tormented soul bent on retaliation for the long hours of life I had stolen in battle. With his reputation on the line, he swung that sword down upon me, a desperate man.
The crack of bones roared as thunder, the darkness fast rushing to catch my falling soul, and the ground now stiff and cold. Before my decent into the gods’ unmerciful decision Beowulf slew the head from my son’s body. If I had had lungs to howl, they would have shown my agony, along with the tears streaming from eyes I once possessed.
The world is a cruel place, and Beowulf raged on. His vengeful little heart slew many more beasts with little to no compassion or humanly mercy. Mothers wept beside fallen sons, and belittled we waited in the past life for Beowulf to fall so that we may meet him and reek our vengeance in a place were death would not stop the battle…
The one day, or perhaps night… It happened. Beowulf became slain and to his undead eyes he saw our figures jeering at him. Waiting patiently as he screamed into his decent to meet a mother’s wrath.

This Story is dedicated To Matthew Palmer. You were my inspiration in life, and I shall never forget the love and laughter you spread. May I join you in heaven someday, wrapped in God’s embracing arms.




















Characters
Xavier Theodore Mare -
Demeter Helena Machiavellian
Amorous Vidd Bravado































Chapter 1
Kids With Guns
She slipped through the crowd, gliding like a fish through its natural waters, flashing a brief smile at a familiar face or voice. The backpack behind her must have weighed a great deal, by the slight lean forward she assumed during the brisk power walk. The detached look suggested an upcomming test if not forgotten homework from the previous day, and if all hopes prevailed a boyfriend deciding to finally detach his clingy pathetic life from hers.
"Demeter?"
She continued to weave through the crowd, visibily oblivious to her name, had the situation been different I would have smiled. But not every cute situation deserves a smile of interest or curiosity. Some are just irritating. At this rate I would have to wait till class started and then proceed to pull her out of class. There would be witnesses instead of the sheilding cloak of a bustling hallway.
I walked into class and nodded at the teacher, then proceeded to check out as the bell tolled the usual fateful doom. In the hallway I checked my planner for her schedule, which I had copied down earlier that morning, further frustrated at the amount of walking it would take just to reach her. At the door I smiled at her teacher and cleared my throat, she immediately stopped and returned a warm smile.
"Good Morning Ms. Kreddulous, I wonder if it would be a terrible bother as to borrow Ms. Demeter?"
Demeter glanced up confused, her eyes flickered, her gaze sweeping me in a quick but efficient study.
"’Amorous, normally I wouldn’t mind, but Ms. Demeter is in the middle of a test currently."
I glanced at Demeter, her eyes cast downward at the test, pencil madly writing answers down. She stood up and placed the test upon the teacher’s desk and smiled sweetly.
"I believe we can indulge Amorous, I am quite finished with my test."
"Already Demeter?"
"I studied last night, and the test was multiple choice, I’m quite certain it is a perfect paper."
"Surely Ms. Kreddulous, I may borrow her now? My debate case just cannot be persuaded to wait any longer."
"Amorous, you are not Demeter’s partner, Guenneve Taylor is."
Demeter chose to make eye contact with her teacher now, and coughed softly.
"Ms. Kreddulous, if I may?"
"Of course Demi."
"’Amorous and I have a current business proposition we are engaging in. I help him with his debate case, and he helps prep me for my Trig tests. This has been going on for several weeks now… you may ask Guenneve."
"No Guenneve, I’m sorry I pressed the matter, you are free to speak with Amorous. Please attempt to return on a timely basis."
"Of course Ms. Kreddulous."
We walked in silence down towards the Golden Hawk Commons Area, when finally she spoke up.
"Why did I just lie to my teacher for you?"
"Because I have something for you, and a princess loves her gifts."
"I am not your princess."
"But are you anyone else’s?"
"I don’t have time for your ego and games."
"Of course not. But I heard you were having trouble with your boyfriend, and decided I would help sooth your pain… What are brothers for?"
I pulled the velvet lined box from my pocket and offered it to her. Her fingers stroked the box for a second, then dwelled upon the fine jewelry inside. The small silver heart glittered inside, gleaming with small turqoise diamonds, her eyes widened as the realization sunk the diamonds were real, and the silver was pure.
"…. Amorous, I cannot accept this… It would be wrong."
"No. It is merely a trinket bought by a caring brother to cheer his little sister from her love stricken worries."
I clasped the necklace around her neck, then turned her around to catch a glimpse of her eyes, gently I kissed her forehead and smiled. Demeter looked confused, but calm, so my work was done. A few more lavish gifts and constant support and comfort, she would play into my arms.
"Amorous, thank you."
"Anything for my baby sister."
I lead her back to class, ruffling her hair and joking around, Demeter sat back in her seat drowned in happiness. The teacher glanced at her expensive necklace then directed a quick smile at me, she had pieced it together but that was of no worry. The twit would forget it before the day was out.
The next morning, Demeter flung herself into a chair and started to work furiously upon a Trig assignment she hadn’t completed the night before. Her boyfriend sat beside her, constantly trying to grab her attention, irritating her further.
The twelve dozen white roses caught many an eye as I proceeded towards Demeter. I placed one in front of her, she glanced up sharply then smiled.
"Darling baby sister, it would seem my girlfriend has broken up with me… So to ease my pain I’ve bought you white roses to see you smile."
"Ahmmi!"
"Although I must admit, before we can continue in this lovely exchange. You WILL come with me now. You have homework to do, and the mutt can’t come along."
"Ahmmi…"
"I’m sorry. The puppy dog."
The boyfriend glared visciously, I met him evily with a stare that made him back down slightly. Her straightened up and started to speak in a mocking and commanding voice.
"So I suppose you’re the asshole that thinks he can just give my girlfriend expensive jewlery whenever he damn well pleases?"
"Yes, that would be me."
"AUSTIN! Ahmmi is just a friend! Jesus Christ you can be so possessive sometimes!"
The boyfriend, Austin, gawked helplessly at Demeter attempting to explain how I was actually in the wrong at this point in time and should back off.
"Muffin, what will people think??"
"Flipper what they think. I’m leaving. Come on Amorous."
Demeter had roughly jammed everything expect the white rose into her backpack, she cradled the rose carefully in one hand. We walked to her trig class in mutual silence, she debated some issue or another in her mind, occasionally glancing at one another.
"You shouldn’t irritate him."
"He shouldn’t be so possessive."
"You’re possessive too."
"Am not."
Artemis glanced up from the desk next to hers and smiled wryly at the incomplete assignment, then started to fill in the missing answers quickly and quietly. Demeter handed him a small slip of paper and we left the room.
"What was on the paper?"
"What time to pick me up."
"Pick you up?"
"Arty is the one actually helping me study for trig. Has the teacher asked, what she would have gotten was an affirmative from Gwen since she only knows that I’m working with a guy."
"Why can’t you just tell him?"
"It’s more fun this way."
Demeter winced slightly as she moved her shoulder backwards to stretch, she’d give it a quick rub and then try to hide it. I sat her in a chair and pushed the strap off her shoulder, revealing a rather large bruise, Demi pushed the strap up again quickly and tried to change the subject.
"What’s the bruise from?"
"Nothing. So are you ever gonna study with me in psyche?"
"If it as nothing then it wouldn’t be there."
"I got in a fight, okay?"
"With who?"
"Some girl who thought she had claims over Austin."
"Really?"
"Yes, I kicked her ass for it. I may not love the guy, but no one has the right to have him until I decide it’s not going to work out any longer."
"You going to break up with him anytime soon?"
"I already did. The fight was two days ago."
"So when did you break up with him?"
"Two days ago. He wasn’t telling her no."
"So why is he still around."
"Hell if I know, I wish there was a …. Oh hell here he comes now."
She acted like she didn’t even see him, I certainly didn’t since my back was towards him, fists clenching and unclenching. I debated helping her out in a way that was morally corrupt, but didn’t have to since someone intervened.
Maxwell Jaye Sanguine slipped between us then pulled Demeter close into a long movie style kiss. I looked around to make sure a teacher wasn’t around to hand them a detention for PDA and caught the satisfying sight of Austin sulking by the corner fuming at Max.
Max slipped his hands through Demi’s hair then kissed her again on the nose.
"Max – a – Million"
"Demi babe, howya been?"
"You keep it up and you’re gonna get us busted for PDA."
"That’s alright. Besides, I can’t contain my excitement, you finally got that dead weight off of you and you’re with a REAL guy now."
"I suppose you have a point."
Austin sulked around the corner, swearing to himself and most likely at Max under his breath, Max pulled away and started to laugh hysterically. Demeter smiled politely, noting the teacher watching now, and handed Max a small slip of paper folded in two. He put it into his pocket, then kissed Demeter on the cheek before walking off to his next class.
I didn’t bother to ask what was written on that sheet, figuring it was just another time, maybe some money. I left her in her classroom then wandered off to my first block, so far there was a small net of protection starting to form around Demeter, a net that would be hard to cut through.
Max stood in front of my class with a sleek grin, he was twirling his ID on the lanyard casually, waiting.
"Hello Amorous… I do believe we have a bit of a problem."
Max was waiting for me outside of my class, his face bruised up, he attempted a small grin but it was futile at best.
"Maxwell, are you okay??"
"So serious, it’s not like you. But to other matters…"
"Max, tell me what happened!"
"Lets take a walk shall we?"

"Thank you, you can go do your little dance in hell now."