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So, we've finally arrived at our destination. I must say I'm under whelmed. I believe we've been walking for roughly two days now along an abandoned road to get to this run down city. It's sad in it's dusty state of disrepair. It's obvious that it was once a booming area, but now it's all skid marks and broken bottles. The scent of beer hangs in the air as we make our way into a hotel at the beginning of town.

"Doesn't look like anyone's been here in a long time." Syaoran could date anything. He turned his head around to observe the spider webs and dim light. I look over to you to see your scowl become more creased and foreboding in the strange way the ambient light bounced off of you. As if you weren't unapproachable enough.

"Maybe we should ring the bell? Syaoran-kun?" Sakura tugged on her companion's sleeve for approval. I pressed down a floor board with my foot, just to see how sturdy it was. It curved a bit, like a palm tree in a hurricane, and a few spiders crawled out of the small space created between the floor and the plank. I stared at the tiny black legs and the lime green arrow heads on their backs. They all scurried under the main desk as Syaoran rang the service bell. The sound resounded like a death toll, muffled by the evidence of passed time.

"Why can't the stupid manjuu put us in a place of actual usefulness?" You shift so the light fills in all of your lines, peeling away the extra grimace of shadow. You look far lovelier like this.

I take my mental dice in my hands.

I plop an arm around your shoulder, move my face in closer.

The dice fall to the table.

"Well, if he did that, then we'd have less quality time together, ne Kuro-chii?" I place my pointer finger on the tip of your nose, being as cute as possible, smiling my best smile.

"What I wouldn't do for that blessing." Your mumble announces my luck. Snake eyes. I never was good with luck. Your hand pushes the side of my face away, and I willingly go with it. If only my game worked a little more efficiently.

"Kuro-muu is so mean…" I skip backwards to the outside corners of the bleak glow of the chandelier. I let the shadows cover my grim smile. One of those smiles of irony, the kind that happen when your house burns down with everyone but you in it. I'm glad you push me away though. It keeps me from hurting you, but it still has that bitterness to it. It's like a kick to the solar plexus, pushing the air and the hope right out of me. I still can't decide whether it'd be better to be asphyxiated by you, or hung by my own threads of selfish desire.

"How good it is to have visitors. Not often do people stop by anymore, especially ones such as you." Everyone's face turns in unison to react to the voice from the counter. A woman, dressed in a violet dress and spider webs is standing behind the check-in log, the same green and black spiders from before hanging off of her like tacky jewelry. She makes me think of the women from Tokyo, acid drenched and worn.

"U-uhm, hello. We're travelers in need of rest. Do you happen to have room for us?" Syaoran is always so bold. I watch as Sakura's eyes widen at the prospect of staying a night here.

"Why yes. Room for weary travelers we always have. Have you any currency?" The old hag brushed her wiry hair from her face. I play connect the dots with her pimples.

"Well, no, but we do have things to exchange, if that would do?" He makes a motion towards Mokona and out pops our bag of goodies. Mostly clothes are stored in there, but they've made us a good profit before. Mokona tactfully keeps the swords hidden. I glance over at you and try not to laugh. Your look is one of extreme concentration and intense desperation to not expose your disgust. You never were good at hiding emotions. I've seen right through you. Unfortunately, the adverse is also true.

"Ah yes, these will do fine." After she removes a few of our affects, she pulls a key from under the counter. It now rests on a thin twig of a bone that's somehow passing for a finger. If one were to merely give that hand a civil shake, surely it would crumble to dust.

"Thank you very much." The woman hands our handy cloth bag back to the waiting arms of Syaoran. "We'll see you in the morning." Syaoran politely bows to her parting lines, then tosses the bag at Mokona, the white puffball swallowing it. You shake your head, still thinking this place far too shoddy to stay in undoubtedly, and stalk off towards the stairs.

"We'll all have to share a bed tonight. It's not a good idea to sleep on the floor." I smile at everyone, but particularly you. I make sure to make it look extra taunting.

"If those spiders weren't huge and green, I'd say screw you I'm on the floor." You continue up the stairs with me following. I watch the way you move like poetry, the way the dust particles in the air move out of your path, as if respectfully avoiding you.

I'm going to make sure I roll something higher tonight.

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Yeah, the game references are a little gay, but I gotta keep with the theme. I tried to make this chapter a little less crazy! I think I scared off a few readers last chapter…… sigh. And well, if you ignored the first author's note, PLEASE REVIEW! IT KEEPS ME ALIVE!!!!! Thank you for reading!