Ce La Vie

Summary: The attempts to capture Methuselah keep getting weirder, as do the conversations. And through the odd misunderstandings our favorite pair gets steadily closer...

Here is something that really bugs me: What the hell is with Rain's hair? It goes from brown, to white, to GREEN, to white again, and then back! Can someone just make up their mind?

Part I: The Blue Dress

In reality, her first instinct was to scowl, turn red, and sulk.

However, after one moment she decided the situation was so very funny and the likelihood of Rain going off with her (Actually, this was a point of interest. The human in a dress in question had an overly pronounced Adam's apple) were fairly low, she just started laughing. Laughing until she almost dropped her weapon. Laughing until she had to hold her stomach.

You see, a tall gangly black-haired creature had been following them for roughly an hour. Obviously, he thought he was being terribly clever, diving behind a bush (you could still see the hem of the ugly blue dress he was wearing), or, better yet, just curling up in a little ball on the side of the road whenever Machika so much as looked that way.

'Stalked by a cross dresser,' she thought wearily, 'this is a first.'

Yet the fool had shown no sign of having a weapon, and; from what Machika understood, it would probably take a hundred cannons to even slow the immortal down.

As for the immortal in question, he had been walking very deliberately, in a straight line, and acted as though being followed around by men in lipstick was a day-to-day experience. Well, in truth, he probably had seen weirder things in his time. Someone really ought to ask him sometime, why'd, he'd probably seen juggling pigs and marshes that murmured when you got too close.

'Until that day, I suppose,' she thought, 'until that day.'

"Rain," she said mildly, "what do you think would've happened is Zol hadn't died?"

For just a moment the mask shattered and his eyebrows shot up. The next moment a slight smile had appeared on his face. "Very different."

Machika puffed up her cheeks in irritation. "How so?"

"I would have him following me right now instead of the man with the lovely dress." (An anguished cry could be heard in the distance, and the cross dresser started running at them plainly with the intent to tackle Rain.) He said this as though it was plain as grass.

The man picked up speed and was getting closer every second, revealing wild eyes, badly caked-on lipstick, a blue dress covered with yellow daffodils, moisturized hands, nails painted hot pink, and a hair full of ribbons.

With a victory yell, he launched himself at Rain, while Machika stared, Kiki sat on her shoulder with what can only be described as a smirk decorating her face, and Rain...

Stepped to the side and jutted out his foot.

The cross-dresser/stalker flew through the air and did a face plant.

So. That problem had practically solved itself.