Hey again! Yeah it's me! Back… well im here with a new idea, doesn't mean my other stories are going down the tube! I will look after them when I get the chance. But I decided I needed a vampire story! So that's what I've done. A sorato vampire fic… ohhhh! OH YEAH! GO SORATO! Anyways, hope you all like it BTW I re-hired the one and only moppy to take place as editor for this one (she did not help with this chapter at all so all must kill her!) hehe… anyway! Disclaimer: I do NOT own Digimon, or any of the characters associated with Digimon. THANKYOU! Well, enjoy…
Ages (I know this really bugs people but hey I must put it in!)
Matt Ishida: uh… how do I answer that… IT'S A SURPRISE!
Sora Takenouchi: 23
Taichi Kamiya: LOL another stupid age I can't answer (yet)
Mr. Fujiyama: … (who would wanna know his age anyway? Honestly?)
(That went horribly stupid! I forgot I couldn't exactly put them at that precise moment.)
Concealed and unmasked
Chapter one: Taste a new mission
Beep, beepbeep, beep. Beep, beepbeep, beep. Beep, beepbeep, beep.
Cobalt blue eyes blasted open feeling around for an alarm. 'Damn! 6:00pm. Im late… better get up before I decide to enjoy a little… sleep in…' He ruffled his blonde hair lightly as he yawned, turning his face into the matrass.
The blonde was better described as Matt Ishida. Most reliable at times, cunning, swift and unreadable, completely opposite from those enclosed shells you'd find, scattered throughout a library. His family were no more then dust and disintegrated bodies in coffins. He claims his misfortune to be because of a horseshoe hanging on one of his walls in the far left hand corner in the back room. But the saddest thing was, he wouldn't waste two minuets to climb up and take it down.
Matt's job was quite different from other jobs. Which may be the key hint to why he likes it so much.
Back in earlier life he had been known and referred to as the 'lone wolf' or 'black sheep' until meeting Taichi Kamiya. Low self-esteem, lack of enthusiasm, short black hair and a fascinating sense of humour to whom ever needed a good laugh.
The alarm clock was still ringing in the background. 'Ok, please shut up… im moving… very slowly… mm… like a slug.' He snored springing forward rubbing his frozen cerulean eyes.
His room was littered with empty pizza boxes, coke cans, dirty clothing, and half eaten… to be specific, whatever food you can possibly name was there, and on the floor. 'I should really get around to cleaning all this… when garbage bins fall from the sky!' A loud clinkering noise plunged from above hitting his veranda window, which amusingly caught his attention. 'Scratch that. A bin falling from the apartment above doesn't count as bins falling from the sky.' The neighbour upstairs was cleaning again and it must have been time to empty the trash considering it was an early Thursday night and the garbage is removed on an early Friday morning.
Matt quickly tightened a fine pressed suit to his body he found laid out across his bed. He fixed his hair to its casual jelled state and adjusted the final necessary needs, straightening his tie and slipping on a cool pair of black shades to match. He laughed running his tongue across his white pearly teeth. 'Amazing what a guy can do in five minuets.'
He dashed out the door snatching his keys and wallet from the small exiting side table by the front entrance.
Ten minuets later…He was facing the two large steel doors to his main work building. He searched through his pocket sliding a specific distinguished key card in a component attached to the wall. "Access confirmed. Enter Mr. Ishida."
People scattered throughout the first floor, if he felt decently humane he would infrequently nod or smile to certain people. He wasn't exactly known much for friendship, more for a type of job you could in someway describe as an… assassin… mercenary if you wish to be more specific.
The entire cluster of individuals admired his presence and stepped aside allowing him to pass by.
The secretary stiffened and tidied herself best she could in that three seconds he didn't appear to be paying attention. "Good to see you Mr. Ishida sir. There is one message I received this morning for you. Mr. Fujiyama wishes to see you in his office when you get the chance." She simply handed Matt a file of papers stapled together.
He accepted the file tucking it under his arm and raised both eyebrows turning back to pass through the multitude of swarming people, stepping into an open elevator. The other individuals exited off at the appropriate work level. Each level specialized in a certain area. Level two specialized in organization. Level two, for necessities needed on a mission. Twenty-six, of corse was the most dominant level (besides twenty-seven) all of the PVO's best were allocated here in different sections.
Finally the lift was completely empty; Matt swiped his key card in a small section fixed to the wall.
"Mr. Ishida confirmed. Level twenty-seven accepted." The voice box assisted. Seconds after the machine blanked, and a camera opened in the roof zooming in on Matt.
"Ishida. I've waited so long for you. Good to see you're not taking yet another night off work."
The blonde rolled his eyes behind the glasses as the elevator doors opened. A polished wooden table lay distinctively in the centre of the room. There in twelve seats and together sat eleven people, the twelfth seat was not yet occupied.
The eleven former seated men each wore a dry-cleaned suit and each had a different folder of paper in front of them. The man at the opposite end of the table rose from his chair offering a hand to the seat at his right. "Thankyou Mr. Ishida. We started to think you weren't coming."
Matt pulled up the chair, recklessly throwing down his folder. "Yeah. Sorry about the whole im late issue. My alarm clock's battery died during my sleep hours." That technique was one of Matt's specialties, lying was never a danger when it came to him. His sharp-witted mind crafted some of the most believable excuses imaginable. Maybe the saying 'the truth hurts' is true, because it was that Matt seemed to be avoiding all his life.
Being precise about Matt's job. With no question he was related to the PVO, a main attendant and renowned mercenary at the Phantom Vampire Organization. His bloodline skipped his mothers and fathers generation, but providentially picked up again when Matt was born.
After beginning his life, he himself knew he was like no other children. The thought of vampire never struck him as a boy, vampires were historically proven to burn up in the sun, but this was established wrong at a certain stage in his life.
The first year starting preschool seemed like a big step, and that it was. Matt's life changed dramatically that year. His first friendship was unforgettable. Joe, a young dark blue haired boy and fair skin as Matt had. He was fairly tall, loyal and somewhat intelligent for his age.
Living a street away from each other, and a short walk home from school they would joyfully share treats and trade snacks such as lolly pops, candy canes, sugar sweets and cherry bombs. Matt's discovery began there…
Flashback…
The young blue haired boy suddenly tripped in the gutter and grazed his right arm leaving behind a thick trail of blood on the sidewalk. Matt leaned in towards him and attempted to help by examining the wound. "Joe! Are you ok?" he asked frightfully.
"Ouch! Yes, I think so." The younger boy groaned. The scent drifting from the boys arm burned Matt's thoughts and caused a fresh path of saliva to trace his lips; he ran his tongue along Joe's arm collecting the blood now creating numerous paths down the boy's elbow. Joe jumped lightly "Matt? Are you alright?" Matt's eyes trailed passionately. As Joe finished the question Matt's teeth sunk into his skin. "Matt!" the boy cried out, as tears of pain welled in his eyes.
The blonde tried pulling away to release his friend, but the taste he had consumed was far too delicate, a taste he had never experienced before. Joe screamed for help, "Someone! Help me! Im being murdered!" Matt repeated the words 'shush' and 'shutup' after pulling away. On his face the blood marked his lips and teeth. "Someone!"
"Joe, its alright! Im sorry! Please shush! This is just unexplainable!" his words were meaningless. The hurt boy attempted to run as tears fell from his cheeks. "Joe! Stop it!" Matt chased him and tackle Joe's ankles. Matt had him pinned. As the blue haired boy squirmed beneath his body Matt knew he had to act fast… so he did. Matt's cold clammy hands grasped the blue haired boy's neck and forced his teeth into the side. It struck him heavily; the taste was purer than life itself. After this thought ran through his head, he dropped the boy to the floor gazing at the corpse. "What have I done?" his breathing became shaky. "I… I killed him?" Matt shook his head whimpering. With the feeling of guilt tying knots in his stomach, he fled.
Running home, a sudden spring of life exulted in his veins entering the door. His blood was sweet, and every passing second; it consumed more and more of him. He could feel Joe's blood corse through his veins. The power exulting in his head was deniable; he ripped at his hair screaming, "Mum! Help me! Dad! Someone!" as he clutched his stomach, two older figures emerged from the rooms rather rapidly studying the frightened boy who appeared to be in excruciating pain.
"What's wrong Matt? Are you alright?" he released his hair and dropped to his knees sulking. The blonde buried his face in shame crying harder. 'What have I done?'
Half an hour later…
"Im a murderer… Im evil… there is no good within me…" a thought entered his scrambled mind. "Wait! I can't be a vampire! Vampires die in the sun!" he looked a mixture of scared and frightened turning to his parents sitting on the opposite side of the eating table twiddling their opposable thumbs tolerantly.
"Well… you are a… dominant species of vampire. You will loose your reflection… the second you loose control over yourself…" he avoided eye contact with her taking her statement into thought.
'Why is this happening? Why me? What have I done to disserve this?' He questioned himself.
His mother Nancy began, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "You aren't exactly a vampire either. You are part psychic phantom, which is why you don't disintegrate from sun exposure…" she sighed heavily, realizing she had to explain to him what was going to happen next. "In a while's time, you will attend the PVO… it was your grandfathers, of corse all the people he converted in his fifty-thousand years as a vampire will be there…" she thought deeper. "You will learn to harness new abilities over time. Some may take ten years, others ten thousand. You will eventually stop growing after you hit a precise age. It could even take another sixty years… we're not too sure." She lowered her head disturbed.
"Think about it this way son." His father snatched his attention. "You can complete the one task we'd wish to accomplish in our lifetime, thousands, hundreds of thousands!" his father mused in amazement.
Matt's eyes turned down to the table. 'There is no point of living now… why should I please myself by living if im only going to rid the lives of others?' "Why didn't you tell me you guys were vampires?"
"We're not." His mother corrected after her temporary silence.
"What!" Matt's eyes shot up towards her.
"It skipped our generation. But it seems you just happen to be like your grandfather… if you want to think positively, think like this. You will never fade from old age. And you will never have to love if our assumptions are right."
The blonde snarled untucking his body from the table stumbling twice towards the kitchen centre. He flicked through the drawers until fixing his eyes on a large utensil retrieving the knife. His eyes dominantly scanned the blade for a reflection. Nothing. He looked harder only noticing a young boy fading in the image. He yelled slicing his hand with its edge. 'What!' His skin healed leaving no scar, and no sign of damage. 'This can't be!' his heart almost stopped at that moment he saw his skin patch up and his accent change. 'Why am I speaking like this!' he gritted his teeth impaling his chest three times in three different areas. 'No!' He felt no pain, and before the blood could escape it had healed again. 'It's a cruel trick my mind has preformed against me…'
"No matter what you do Matt… you're tied to it… for all eternity…"
End flashback…
Sleeping that night was aborally difficult, but that's how it was every night. Years passed and Matt continued aging, he met Taichi. A Vampire cross phantom like himself. They together united, night after night, sneaking out together to drain the lives of the innocent people strolling through the park across the street from their apartment building. Matt eventually stopped aging around twenty-four, as had Taichi around twenty-eight. They had been apart of the PVO for quite some time now.
The man to Matt's left, the supposable boss for the PVO. Matt wanted nothing to do with controlling the others, meaning Mr. Fujiyama was selected as an official for the job. Mr. Fujiyama cleared his throat taking a clear glass of water. "Ok boys. We have a new mission which by my law we must accept." Mr. Fujiyama loosened the paperclip in the top left hand corner of the page sliding a photograph into the centre of the table. "That my friends, is the guy. Vincent Takenouchi. He is the world's most powerful being. Vincent has begun opening secret organizations all over the world, but that's not the good part. He is after us." The eleven assassins avoided eye contact with Mr. Fujiyama. "He want's the twelve of us dead for his own foolish reasons."
The blonde was first to question, "Why is that such a problem? I mean. We are all fully capable of keeping his bullets, guns, knives, power and not to mention hands, off us."
"Yes, yes Ishida I know that. I don't doubt any of you for a moment. But you see there's a slight problem."
The eleven men mused before Matt spoke out again for the other ten, "How slight is… slight?" He arched an eyebrow.
Mr. Fujiyama's smile widened. "I have a very special job for one of you. And that special job is assigned to you Ishida." Matt sat back and laughed in his throat closing his eyes under his shades. "All of you are involved. It all relates to this man." He pointed again to the picture on the table desk.
"Well? What am I doing? I have places to be unlike you, lowlife."
Mr. Fujiyama laughed harder handing a file to Matt. "Your job, is to get her. I don't care how long it takes. Just do it." He sighed wirily. "Taichi will be your backup. He has a whole set up for you downstairs, go with him." He ordered.
"Whatever…" Matt grunted scooping the files together. Taichi also rose slinking away trying to avoid being noticed by Mr. Fujiyama.
Together they entered the elevator hitting twenty-six, the level below Mr. Fujiyama's. "You have everything together? So all I must do is, kill her? Shoot her? Drain her? What?"
"It's not that easy Matt. You act like all you have to do is knock at her door and blow her head off when she answers. That's not it." The elevator door opened, Taichi stepping out first over to a desk in the far right hand corner, slicked with polish and covered in work and an old mug of coffee in the corner on a placemat. Matt swiftly followed him. "Ok." He glanced over a serries of papers. "Your job is to get back here, with her. But the problem is, she is quite famous. So." He paused biting his lip. "When you arrive she will think you are… her…" his mind wandered. "Adviser slash body guard. You accompany her to parties, dinners, interviews, anything! When I tell you to, you do it!" Taichi handed Matt an earpiece, which he placed in his ear.
"Why can't I just finish her like we would do for any other mission?"
"We haven't planned that far ahead yet. If so, I will tell you when it comes time. We all know you can finish her in two seconds flat, but we are using her as bate! Not dinner!" Matt chuckled accepting a plane ticket offered by Taichi. "Your flight leaves in two hours! Don't miss it. I packed your bag for you cause I didn't think I could have trusted you with a job like that." Taichi struggled to lift a lage black suitcase for the blonde. "Everything is packed. And I even bought you a few new tuxedo's for some special outings."
"Hm." Matt stiffly groaned. "If I wanted you going through my drawers I would have said so." He flicked through the papers stopping to catch a glance of the young female he would be strictly forced to. "Age, twenty-three." Matt laughed combing his fingers through his hair with a large widening grin presented on his face. "Ha, so young…" he changed the topic quickly slouching back on Taichi's desk. "Where am I flying to?"
"I knew you'd ask!" Taichi threw himself back into his work chair sipping a glass of what appeared to be blood, which had been left beside the mug of coffee. "At the moment she is in New York for some occasion. So that's where you're headed!"
"Joy…" Matt rolled his eyes sarcastically pressing his lips tighter together.
Airport…
"Flight twenty-three is now preparing for take off. Would all passengers please hurry to platform twenty-three now." The overhead speaker projected through the endless terminal.
'And my flight leaves in… six minuets.' "Taichi? Where must I go now?" he spoke politely.
"You idiot. What would you ever do without me?" Taichi sipped his glass tapping in a variety of keys on the keyboard. "Uh…" he mused at the screen. "Twenty-five. It's near the one they just called."
Matt felt like he had been endlessly walking through a tunnel. He could on one hand have just teleported through the terminal in the blink of an eye, but on the other hand, Matt was one who liked to do things the hard and complicated way unless of corse for some drastic reason his powers would be considered necessary.
His eyes keenly studied the other human beings lining up outside the plane shaft. 'The simple ways of humans. A slow pleasant scream of death.' He was obviously craving blood, but not craving enough to completely loose his mind… yet. Actually, he was feeling a slight bit peckish 'five minuets to spare… a bite to eat won't hurt anyone… not literally of corse' he smiled turning away with his coat flicking as he did so.
He strolled quietly and unnoticed into the lady's bathroom glaring at a rather old woman, she appeared to be in her late fifties. At that moment she seemed to be searching through her mustard snakeskin handbag. "Have you lost something my dear?" the look of innocence on his face as he leaned against the bench beside her, eyes fixed on her handbag.
"I'm not so sure. One minuet I had my wallet and now it's gone." She stressed. "I know I left it somewhere and it really annoys me when this kind of thing happens." She sighed agitatedly backing into a corner sighing.
Matt approached her swiftly, with a sly grin marking his lips. "Your eyes resemble the sharp thorns on a rose bush in the darkest of nights." He lifted her hand against the wall gently stroking her wrist with his fingertips watching carefully every move he threw at her.
"You're gentle on the eyes yourself." He breathed down her neck, kissing the surface of her skin. "My dear boy, im old enough to be your grandmother you realize?" he ignored, smiling as she groaned to his passionate but deadly kiss once more.
His teeth broke her flesh causing a fresh line of blood to run down into his mouth. She gripped tightly onto his shirt, eyes beamed open and a slight choke in her chest. She slid down the wall as death slowly caught her.
With the closing, the blonde laughed licking the blood from his teeth. 'A surprising refreshment…'
"What was that?" Taichi picked up again.
"My starvation has corrupted me quite persistently this last hour." He sincerely added dabbing at the corners of his mouth, turning away from the dead body.
Matt paced towards twenty-three with his suitcase in hand. "Matt, you have to act differently to normal in this mission. Act…" he paused to think. "You're the smart one I suggest you think of something on the flight. But please whatever you do, don't kill her. If you bite her, we're all screwed!"
"I wont muck up Tai, remember im a good boy." Matt's casual smart arse mouth leapt back into progress. It was only whenever he drank, would he speak in a securely and sincere manner, it really freaked Taichi at times, but he knew after a minuet or two, he would settle falling back to his lower class of vocabulary.
"Enjoy your trip Matt. I suggest you sleep, that way you will stuff up your sleeping pattern to a normal humans. If you don't, you're doomed, not me." He laughed.
"I suggest you calm down." Matt responded lightly. He completed the last 'goodbye' and removed the piece from his ear. He followed a pack of people and entered the shuttle; Matt neared his arranged seat, placing his bag above in a small compartment. After doing so, he slid in and sat beside the window. 'I wonder what she's like? Wait! Stop Matt! Snap out of it!' he groaned fiddling with his I-pod until coming across a serries of songs, throwing his head back into his seat. Before I know it, I'll be there…'
A number of quiet hours passed and the plane was slowly beginning to descend. He switched off his I-pod tucking into his pocket as the flight attendant commanded seconds beforehand. "Now the captain has switched on the safety light. Please do not attempt to leave your seats at this moment."
'That was the quickest flight I have ever experienced.'
The plane came to a stop. "Thankyou for your patience and cooperation, please exit your seats and walk towards the front of the plane, exiting to your left. We hope you enjoyed the flight. Have a great time here in New York, and have a pleasant evening."
As the blonde exited he again inserted his earpiece and strolled carelessly into the terminal. "Where do I find this…" he gazed faintly over the papers. "Sora Takenouchi?"
"She will be there somewhere, I hacked into the airports security centre and I can track her from my B.E.L." Taichi continued tapping away at the computer.
"I haven't exactly got all night… and you can't be my eyes and ears forever. So let me just look around for her myself." Matt stated.
"Ok, your choice. If you need me just turn your earpiece back on. And just so you know, your car is the one identical to yours out by the front in the reserved section; your keys will work on that car too. You'll know it when you see it." With that, his finger adjusted the tiny piece in his ear and lost all communication with Taichi.
'This wont be too hard…' he studied the wandering people carefully scratching his chin. 'Or it might be somewhat difficult.'
In the far right hand corner of the terminal he noticed a red haired woman with a suitcase that looked identical to the woman in the file, though this woman appeared stressed and tired. 'I think I found little miss princess…' he paced carefully towards her. The woman's eyes had caught him standing there. "Sora Takenouchi I presume?" The young woman was wearing a pair of jeans and light Singlet shirt.
She seemed fairly surprised. "Are you Matt Ishida?" he nodded. "I would say pleasure meeting you, but im honestly not in the mood to lye." she turned her head away from the shades still covering his eyes.
"Look princess, I was as you know, assigned to this job by my boss to take care of you. My idea of fun isn't taking care of a babe. I could do that any other day, with one at least decent, unlike yourself." He smiled nonchalantly.
"Well let me start here. First of all im not babe! My friends call me Sora, but you fall under the category jerk, so you can call me Miss. Takenouchi. And as for you taking care of babes in your own time. Im highly doubting it, cause I don't see how any girl would want to go out with you. And if you could manage to score, it wouldn't be for very long time, the way you introduce yourself." She retorted.
Matt grinned. "Well get used to me quick, cause it seems we're stuck together, weather you like it or not." After finishing he reached down picking up Sora's luggage shrugging helplessly. "See I can be a gentleman."
"Hardly." She whispered, so softly only Matt could hear.
They strolled outside and arrived at the car that was in fact, identical to Matt's. He noticed the woman standing with her arms folded beside the passenger door. "So… are you getting in the car, or is the princess afraid to get her hands dirty?" he laughed.
"Yes I am afraid to get my hands dirty, remember this, im not a slut like you blondie." Matt's laugh lowered to make way for hers.
"Slut doesn't describe the way you look at the moment babe." She slipped in the car with Matt beside her door, now closing it on her ranting voice. He carefully packed the bags together in the boot of the car and dug out the pair of keys from his pocket entering the driver's seat. "So Miss. Takenouchi. Where are we going?" he shifted, fastening his seatbelt.
"Like I'd know… cant you use your brilliant mind. You are an FBI agent after all."
"I don't live in New York." He kept his voice low beaming his eyes open at the girl in the seat to his right. 'I could easily snap your neck faster then you could tell me I was a slut… if only! And I'd burry you in the backseat where no god damn person could find where I had hidden you!'
"You seem to be really arrogant… funny, I don't usually pick up on people this quick. Consider yourself lucky blondie." She leaned up against her door sighing.
"I don't appreciate being called blondie."
"And I don't appreciate being called babe." She retorted. "So kiss my arse!"
"Name the place and time… babe." He teased.
'He thinks he's so smart. But deep inside he's like all the rest. Stuck up, rude, and a combination of the biggest arse hole and jerk!'
'She thinks she'll win this… Im sure somewhere in the time I've lived I picked up a great deal of comebacks… too bad. Looks like she'll have to learn the hard way.'
Sora argued with herself for some time before taking back her thoughts. She turned her glance to his well-built body and attempted to befriend the blonde by starting a new conversation at the minimum of a passing minuet. "So… where did you come from?"
It took a number of seconds before he replied confidently. "Sanfransisco. And I take it you're from, New York?"
"Actually no." Matt's attention turned to the red haired woman. "Im from New Caledonia. My mother and father died when I was a child… well that's what I presume anyway, and I moved to New Caledonia with the rest of my family."
"Oh." Matt's mind wandered. "Im sorry… if it makes you feel any better, I never got along well with my mother or father. I regret it at some points, cause eventually they passed away, which was in fact, quite some time ago." 'A very long time ago!' he corrected himself.
"How long ago?" Sora asked as though she was interested.
'Try a few centuries!' "Uh… I can't remember the exact time. It was probably about three years ago." He lied easily through his teeth. No one would have known any better; it was almost like he had just spoken the truth in devil form.
"And how old are you?" she questioned further.
Matt laughed inside, although he showed no sign of fascination to her question. 'Try a couple of thousands of years!' "Twenty-four." He was quite pleased with his answer turning again with his eyes still glued to the road. "So my dear, the eldest in the car is in fact… me!" he joyfully grinned.
"That doesn't mean anything!" Sora bundled up an advantage of her one-year difference. "That just means you'll die before me!" 'God! That was so pathetic!'
'Hell yeah it was! Another amazing fact, if I want I can sink into her mind quicker then she could breathe.' He blocked out from her thoughts. "Not necessarily." Matt innocently smiled, with a great deal of confidence.
Sora kicked her legs up against the dashboard. "So now you decide to speak like a mature adult?"
"I told you, im a gentleman." He said openly.
"And like I said before, far from it." She added. "Why are you wearing sunglasses when the sun's not even out? Its like ten at night."
"I like my eyes covered." He replied.
She shrugged to his response, "Alright. Will you let me see your eyes at least?"
"Why?" the blonde shook his head persistently.
"I usually remember people by their eyes."
"That's nice. I don't want you remembering me. Im hoping I can escape overnight and you will wake up tomorrow forgetting I existed."
Sora decided she'd go along with his torturous mind games. "If only! Look, it wasn't my idea to have you as my bodyguard. And im starting to think I don't trust you with my life like I should."
"Im not that bad." Matt hesitated to continue.
"Really? I have a pretty bad first impression of you blondie. I don't usually get that you know. And I don't frequently give people nicknames." Sora was in fact as intelligent as he was. Her job involved murder mysteries. To be specific she was involved with FBI work, her abilities led her to the job she had scored. Throughout high school her life was nothing but work. As smart as she was, Sora still had no clue he had anything to do with the PVO let alone knowing it even existed. Her quick thinking also led her in the same situations Matt seemed to get in at times.
The vehicle had pulled up outside by a very large hotel, Matt leaned back and stretched his arms. "I've heard good things about this place. We'll stay here tonight… babe."
"Fine with me blondie." 'He'll eventually give it up…'
'She'll give up eventually…' they smiled innocently at one another turning to their corresponding car doors.
Well, surprise, surprise! LOL that was quite entertaining to write HAHAHA. I hope you all liked it, now you know what I would like to have back in return Cough review Cough LOL yes please review! Anyway. Im going to get a start on: 1) my assignments. 2) Undecidable 3) Miserable 4) Concealed and unmasked and then who the hell knows what. Thanks again everyone! Maybe one of you can swing my mind a little, only if you prove you like it.
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