Authors Note-

Just a random story, set about the time when Rosalie was pregnant with Lufia. o.o;;;

So, what DID happen when she disappeared for a while?

This is the answer.

In the form of a one shot.

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Rosalyn sighed as she sat on the couch, staring at her heartless, which was now eating as much ice cream as she could shovel in at once.

"I can't believe he did that to me! One little fling and then he's all like 'Oh, I lied. I don't care about you at all. You just have a nice ass.' or somethin'." She sobbed, still eating ice cream.

"Rosalie, Rosalie... Just eat and you'll feel better." Rosalyn sighed.

"Nevarx actually CARED when you got preggers! That BASTARD doesn't!" Rosalie glared, or at least attempted to. It actually looked pretty funny. Rosalyn resisted smirking.

"But that 'bastard' hasn't attempted to kill you yet."

"Oh...Well he's not the 'I-hope-you-burn-in-hell' bastard. There's only one of him, and thank LEBLANC he's dead." Rosalie remarked, tossing the empty can aside. Rosalyn sighed.

"Look, it's been THREE YEARS since then, Rosalie. Forget about it, already!" Rosalyn insisted.

"Oh? Forget about how I lost my left eye? But then that means you'll have forgotten about five bloody, gory deaths as well." Rosalie shot back angrily. "FIVE deaths, and ELEVEN guilts to live with."

"Eleven?" Rosalyn questioned, curious to her 'sister's' logic.

"Seprox's voice, my eye, my miscarriage, Xannka's cheek, Klocbx's habit, your apprentice's life, your wings, Stanly's job, your boyfriend's sacrifice, my job, and your sanity." Rosalie listed, staring out the window.

"You didn't count him in the deaths." Rosalyn noted.

"Why should I? He's a cheating bastard." Rosalie grinned angrily.

"You sure like that word."

"Yes I do. More ice cream, plea- No... Wait...Hmm... I need steak. Nice juicy steak." Rosalie said thoughtfully.

"More cravings? I'm not paying this time. I'm not spending another 3,000 munny on you." Rosalyn snaked.

"Fine then." Rosalie shrugged. "I'll just go bug Bandit or Karu.. Maybe even Glide."

"Why not ask the one who knocked you up?" Rosalyn raised an eyebrow.

"He's made it more than evident he has nothing to do with me." Rosalie added quietly. "I'll be going now." She stood up and walked through a portal, leaving Rosalyn alone.

"Maybe you're the one who should talk first..."