Disclaimer: I Don't Own Saints Row Or Its Characters, But What I Do Own Is My Plot And My Boss…Yupp,
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Ohaiyo! I'm Back, Its Been Atleast Half A Year Correct?! Have You Missed Me? No, Okay. Anyway I'm Just Gonna Do The First Chapter Of This And Then End It Here For Now, Just Until I Finish Chapter Three Of My Other Story So Yeah… Anyway I Bid You Adieu So You Can Read!
Chapter One
~.Castle Of Glass.~
"Cause I'm Only A Crack, In This Castle Of Glass-"
A light green iris is covered by an eyepatch, as bright blue is framed by thick eyelashes. With the complexion of gold, red whelps marked the beautiful canvas. Kinky, jet black locks left to cascade down the nape of a narrow neck, stopping just above curved shoulder blades. A marred beauty sat in front of me, her name being the simplest to say.
"Rose..."
Of course that only being her middle name, it'd been the only name she'd told me to call her when we first met. She was only fourteen at the time, and as quiet as could be, sent chills up my spine with a simple glare. She was my weakness then, and she still is, believe it or not. She's been through it all with me, and the Saints, doing most of our bullshit for us and ending up with the wounds of a soldier. Yet, she shrugged it off like it was nothing, because in her opinion, it's her duty to take on everything we give her.
"Johnny."
Her voice, a melodic beauty that most do not carry. She was different than what the media depicted her as, because instead of being a top-notch hard ass, she was this block of innocence that hid behind the lies and deceit of the many people she has let in. She was kind of like me, except she has more courage and confidence than I do.
"How've you been?"
Oh, and let's not forget about the Eesh incident, she was there when the rest of the crew didn't even show. She stood by and watched sympathetically as I beat Shogo's ass and buried him alive. Cause she knew it was my fight. She knew that I needed more comfort. She knew that I needed the kill and the merciful shrieks Shogo gave as I bludgeoned him nearly to death and buried him alive. She knew…
"Heh, how do you think- She's dead, Rose."
I loved the way she pursed her lips when she got pissed- it was cute. Especially on her, and with the mixture of her thick Hispanic accent, it only added to the adorable-ness emanating off of her.
"No need to be a smart-ass. I get that you're pissed, but don't take shit out on me-!"
I love how easily she get defendant too, shows how powerful she is. Of course she does though, because it's a habit that she has after becoming "The Boss".
"Shut the hell up, Rose. I ain't pissed. Just-"
"Just fucking sarcastic. Heh, I know Johnny-Boy."
Obviously, a bit too much.
"Obviously a little bit too much…"
"Shut the fuck up!"
Her laugh was one of the most amazing things I've heard since Aisha's death. It pleasant, small, and sweet. I always loved how it sounded, hell it helped with the cold swindling in my chest.
"You know how much bullshit I want to do?! But, the doc' says I can't until this wound is healed…"
"Johnny, I know you're ready to murder Akuji, believe me I do. But, I think we should hold off until you get out of the hospital. I don't mean to make you feel helpless but, we need more time for you to recover!"
She was always worrying about other's health over her own. It gets kind of annoying after a while…
"Rose, fuck that! I'm fine and you know it!"
"Oh really? Johnny, try to sit up."
"…Fuck you, Rose."
"You wish you could, Johnny-Boy!"
This Is Just A Preview BTW! The Actual Story Hasn't Been Thought Out All The Way But If Ya Leave Some Feedback On How I Can Improve The Story, I'll Continue Updating. Hell You Can Even Send A PM…
Anyway, This Is Temporary For Right Now… So Not That Many Words…Yeah…
But, Yeah, Bye…