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As the black spots faded out of my vision, I saw that we were no longer in the imperial city, or anywhere I knew of.

I balled my hands into fists. "Ido," I growled.

Ido looked around innocently. "Oh dear, it seems we are stuck here in a different world, alone, without any pesky emperors in sight. What are we to do."

I glared at him. "You did this on purpose, didn't you."

Ido leaned on his heels and looked off into the distance and began to whistle, clasping his hands in front of him.

"Ido," I said through my teeth, "take me back."

Ido stopped his whistling looked down at me through his lashes. "I can't."

I glared at him. "What?" I asked, even though I had heard him.

"I don't think I can, the hua of this world feels different."

I scrutinized him some more, but his face was open and he seemed sincere. "Okay, so what do we do?"

Ido shrugged. "Sell some jewelry and get to a local inn?"

That seemed right to me. Chances are, the money from our world won't work here, but from what I knew, gold kept it's value. Both of us had enough jewelry between us to get quite a large sum of money, between our necklaces, gold bands, hair clips for me, or even our clothes, which were stitched with gold threads.

...

We had landed behind some trees somewhere, and upon coming out, found a green park with strange white-ish hard material forming walkways between the greenstuff.

Cement sidewalks, my brain told me. I don't know how it knew, but whatever. You're in central park, New York.

I assumed that knowledge came from the magic Ido used when he pulled us into this world. It gave us some commonly known information around here.

It didn't take long to see that, here, people didn't wear long silk dresses and robes on a regular basis, but there was some other even stranger outfits (banana suit, neon blue body suit with matching tutu, something that looked like a bunch of ribbon wrapped around a girl, barely covering the important parts (which Ido's eyes lingered on for a little longer than what I preferred), etc.) around so we didn't get a second glance. We walked out of the park to very busy, congested streets lined with huge glass buildings touching the clouds.

It didn't take much walking until we came across a banner which, in large yellow block letters, claimed "we buy gold." The words looked very different from what I was used too, and went side to side, but somehow I could read it.

Ido pointed to the glass doors leading to a building that the sign was posted on. "I think that's where we want to be."

...

We were greeted with a rush of cool air. The shop was odorless, the strange smell of nothingness assaulted my nose, very different from the stink of car exhaust and cigarettes outside. Although, I supposed that if I could smell it, it wasn't odorless.

I looked around. There was an old man sitting on a stool behind a glass counter, gold watches and jewelry inside. Surrounding the shop walls were glass cases locking away various metal valuables.

Ido marched straight up to the counter, ignoring everything else in the store. I followed at a slower pace.

Once Ido reached the counter, he began pulling off his valuables and placing them on the counter. The longer more he placed to the growing pile, the wider the old man's eye's got. Finally he was stripped clean of everything worth anything, he stepped back and let me place my things in a pile next to his. I started with my golden bracelets, then my necklaces, my earrings, my rings, my anklet, and eventually the gold comb holding my hair up.

My thick locks fell in a tangled sheen around my face, and I saw Ido give me a lewd smile. Men generally didn't see women with their hair down until they were married, but I was too pissed at him to do anything besides a quick glare.

The cashiers eyes were as wide a saucers. "Is... Is that all?" He asked.

Ido nodded, "how much can we get for all of that?"

The old man began to go through the piles, separating the silver, the gold, and the precious stones into separate piles. "It depends. Normally we don't get it in such bulk, and it will take some time. The usual process involves tests to see if the gold, or other precious metal, is authentic, and then some barter to determine the price of each item."

"I don't see why it should be any different with us." Ido's eyes seemed to dare him to refuse us service.

The old man seemed reluctant. "It would take a very long time..."

"We've got time."

...

Ido and I walked out with a small fortune of green paper, what was used as money here. Our first stop was some clothing stores, to blend in more. We both got a few pairs of trousers made from some sort of navy blue thick fabric. Jeans, my mind told me. Mine were tight, showing the curves of a women's leg which should not be seen, but it seemed the style so I went with it, ignoring Ido's amber eyes raking up and down my body.

We spent a hundred dollars or so on clothes, and then went hotel hunting.

By now it was getting dark, and I was tired, yet the city was still as busy as ever. Lights illuminated the streets and sidewalks.

Ido and I turned down a smaller street and came upon a tall building, with the word hotel at the end of it's title. I followed Ido inside the turning glass doors and we walked up to the front desk.

"One room, please," Ido told the lady behind the desk, whose name tag disclosed as Jenny. I didn't want to share a room with Ido, sleeping in such close proximity as him would be uncomfortable, but I knew we had to spend our money wisely, or else it will be gone to soon and we would have nothing left to sell.

Jenny did something on the thin, rectangle thing, the computer, apparently, and then looked back up at us with a smile. "You're in luck. We have only one more room open. It's a single King bed. Are you okay with that?"

Ido grinned, but before he could reply yes, I pulled out the small blue plastix comb I bought from my back pocket and smacked him on the shoulder with it. "You're sleeping on the floor," I told him. He merely smiled.

"We'll see about that." He turned back to Jenny. "And yes, that will be fine."

Jenny smiled knowingly at us as she pulled out to small plastic rectangles and handed one to each of us. "Room 429, fourth floor. Elevators are that way, and we have a pool and spa out back."

"Thank you," Ido said, and walked in the direction Jenny had pointed in when speaking of the elevators.

...

We found the door all right, but had some trouble getting it open. It took multiple tries, and much of me shoving him out of the way with a harsh, "let me do it," even though I was just as bad at it as him.

The bed wasn't as large as mine back in the Mirror Dragoneye hall, but big none the less. I don't give a shit what Ido thinks, we aren't sharing the bed, and he's going to be the one on the floor.

There was a small bathroom, which contained something called a sink, and a shower. The shower was in a big tub thing. I experimentally climbed in and turned the strange knob on the wall.

Icy water rained down on my hair and new clothes. I shrieked and jumped back, tripping over the edge of the tub and falling unceremoniously on my ass, hands waving wildly. The water continued to soak my shoes, and I hastily crab walked backward to get them out of the cold stream, falling down on my butt again.

Ido laughed from the doorway. I got up, moving stiffly in my cold clothes. They clung to my body, breasts included, and showed many more curves than I would have preferred with Ido there.

My ass hurt. I glared at him and rubbed the sore part on my backside.

Ido looked down at me through half lidded eyelids. "Would you like me to kiss that better?" He asked, his voice low and sexy.

I resisted the burning urge to smack him.

...

The time of the day I had been dreading since we had checked in was nigh. Oh dear lord save me.

Sleeping time.

Ido flopped down on the single bed in the room. He put his hands behind his head and crossed his ankles. I glared at him. He looked at me through his lashes.

"Get off."

Ido shook his head. "Don't think so, Lady Eona. I've already claimed it."

I scowled at him.

"Although," he added lewdly, "I'm okay with sharing."

I frowned at him. He met my eyes but didn't move. Determined to not let him get his way, I grabbed his arm and tried to pull him off the bed. Unfortunately, a six foot tall some man doesnt slid across blankets easily, and all I accomplished was messing up the covers.

"Careful, Eona," he said with a gleam in his eye, "you don't want people to think we were... Partaking in a certain activity, here, now do we?"

"Fuck you."

"Would you like too?"

I socked him in the arm and made a bed for myself on the floor. I was too tired to protest too much.

He would suffer tomorrow.

...

Unfortunately, the floor is very uncomfortable, especially when my tired muscles were used to only the best. I sucked up my pride and climbed in the bed with Ido, still staying as close to the edge and as far away from him as possible.

"Just couldn't resist me, could you?" He mumbled, have asleep, but his voice lacked its usual malice. I could tell he was genuinely please. I kicked him in the leg under the covers.