Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters... And the copy I DO own is STILL missing.

"I don't like this!" Abel wined, trying to keep himself from becoming sea sick. He stared up at the small amount of light that could be seen from the top of his prison.

"It was the only solution as to your transport Father Nightroad," Tres' voice wasn't all that comforting, especially since it was his pocket that Abel was stuffed in.

"I think I'd rather be mistaken for a doll..." Abel grumbled. "OOF!" His feet flew out from under him, he gave up standing and just sat resting his chin on his hand. The whole reason he was in this predicament was because one of the younger nuns had inquired about the 'doll' Tres had been carrying. Abel had been stuck staying perfectly still as they looked over him, asking who the little figure was for. Tres only asked to re-impute data before they had giggled and rushed off.

Something bumped him, jarring from his thoughts. A shell casing? Used, empty. He wasn't expecting anything to be in the Killing Doll's pockets, but if there had to be something that had been missed it would be a shell casing. Abel propped his feet up on it, laying back in his stuffy fabric prison. How am I going to get back to normal? Whatever that is...

"We have arrived at our destination Father Nightroad." Abel blinked and made a mad dash to climb out of the pocket, Tres ended up knocking him back into it as he reached to aid the miniature priest.

Abel's eyes were swirling from the blow. What had been a tap to Tres, was a sledge hammer to him. "Ow," finally shaking himself of the tweeting birds circling his head, we let Tres lift him out. "Free at last..." The whole predicament reminded him of being lost in the laundry again. And though it was his fault, this time, "Tres-kun, you're my hero!"

Tres ignored the remark, setting Abel on the counter. Abel had complained of being hungry, mainly from turning Crusnik to torment Leon, and Caterina had instructed Tres to take him to get something to eat. "Orders Father Nightroad?"

Abel blinked up at Tres, then smiled. "Um,... I can't eat much being this small. Might as well just have some bread, maybe some left overs from breakfast..."

"I will gather your meal." As Tres moved around the kitchen Abel kept a lookout for anyone that may walk in and see him now sitting on the counter.

Abel's back stiffened when he saw a familiar flash of red hair, Esther, coming through the door, "Eep," was all he got out in warning before he plastered a neutral expression on his face.

"Ah! It's so cute!" She oo'd and ah'd over the little 'doll'. Abel kept himself still as she brushed his hair back, he'd lost his band when attacking Leon and it hung loose around his shoulders. "It looks just like Father Abel!! Oops," she bumped him, knocking him off balance. His shoulder connected with the table, hard, as he fell over. A drop of sweat slid down his cheek as she moved to right him.

He ended up clenching his jaw, whether she knew it or not, she was tickling his ribs. By the time she set him upright his bottom lip was trembling, holding back laughter. "Sister Esther Blanchette, please leave Father Nightroad be," Tres, again, came to his rescue.

"Huh? Oh, okay..." There was a look of confusion, but she left a grateful Abel be and went about whatever she'd come into the kitchen for.

"My hero.." Abel barely sighed as Esther moved father away from him.

"Who made it? It looks so realistic, I didn't know there were any that talented with dolls here..."

"No one," Abel frownd. Tres couldn't tell a lie and, unless ordered, would answer any question asked him. Unable to see, he'd have to turn around to see Esther's reaction to that, he pictured that she'd be confused at that answer.

He was proven right when she hm'd as he heard metal clinking. Was she fixing something or about to do dishes? He wouldn't know unless he turned around. And what was taking Tres so long? Something slammed onto the counter behind him, nearly making him jump out of his skin. "Odd," Esther mumbled to herself, Abel closed his eyes. What was odd was her habit of talking to herself. "I wonder if it has a signature..." Signature? Abel thought, huh? He could hear Tres making a bit of noise some distance away. "Hm," there was no warning, Abel was suddenly lifted into the air. "Feet," the world turned upside down as Esther looked at the bottom of his shoes. "No, hm, the hair's too thick to be on the scalp... Maybe," the world turned right side up giving Abel a massive case of vertigo. He just thanked God he was facing away from her, so she couldn't see just how pale he'd gotten.

Abel was seeing double while Esther still held him. What snapped him out of it was his coat being moved. His eyes suddenly got wide as he felt it being pulled up. The higher it got the wider his eyes got, until they threaten to pop right out of his sockets. "THAT'S IT!" He moved, pulling his coat out of her grasped, back to where it was suppose to be.

He turned toward Esther, who blinked twice, then screamed. Abel was weightless for all of a millisecond as she dropped him, before plummeting toward the ground. "Nightroad," Tres caught him, Abel's eyes were still squeezed shut anticipating the impact. "Damage report?"

Eyes finally open, he blinked at the stunned Esther, "I'm alright," he answered softly, ever watchful of her reaction. "Get me out of here, someone had to've heard..."

"Positive," Abel knew Tres could hear the rushing steps because he could.

"I'll explain later Esther, I really will," he gave her a sad look before Tres swept him away from the soon to gather spectators.

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Abel sat, moping over startling poor Esther like that, but he wasn't about to find out that the 'doll' was 'anatomically correct'. "Father Nightroad, status report."

"I'm fine Tres-kun," he grumbled loud enough for Tres to hear. A small jolt caused him to cling to the gun he was currently sitting on. Tres had rushed him out of the kitchens so fast that he'd just held Abel behind his back when the other nuns started to shove past. An idea hit Abel when he caught sight of the gun holsters at Tres' waist. They were sturdy and wide enough for him to be out of sight and still not stuffed in a pocket. Anyone that passed no doubt thought Tres had blown a gasket or was communicating with someone they couldn't hear. Abel figured they were right either way. This had to just be the worst, longest running dream he'd had in his existence and just sat in a huff as Tres' heavy steps carried him away from prying eyes. "All I have to do is click my heels together and..." Abel shook his head. You're showing your age again, he though. Why in God's name was he remembering that now? He felt more like an Alice than a Dorothy. Where's the bottle that says, 'drink me'? Abel ended up laughing at his thoughts.

"Report."

"I'M FINE TRES!! Where are you taking me?!"

"..."

"REPORT TRES!"

"Destination unknown... Processing sonerio. Biding time until answer is found."

"Great, the clueless one isn't me. I am so... cursed," he laid his head in his hands.

"Tres? I thought you were taking care of Abel, where is he?" Abel dropped his head, Caterina... He took me to CATERINA?! Of all the possible solutions...

"HERE!!" He squeaked up, knowing she would have to hear him through the muffling, and concealing, coat.

"Where have you hidden him?" Abel had to shield his eyes as the coat was pulled back, he waved at her, she looked about to laugh. "I'll be a son of a gun..."

Abel smiled, showing he wasn't angry at the remark, and dropped his head again, waiting for Tres to start moving again. "..."

"Hm, why don't you take him to William's study? Few go there, of their own will, and he could use the time with Abel to figure out what caused this... Predicament."

"Thank you," Tres bowed before Abel was jostled as he took up his swift pace again.

Abel had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, and it wasn't just the fact that he hadn't yet eaten. I'm going to be a lab rat... "Eep..." He clasped his hands and started praying forgiveness for whatever sin he may have committed to cause these events. He gulped when he heard Tres push open the door.

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Author's Corner

Chibi Abel: NO DON"T TAKE ME THERE! I BEG YOU!! (Grovels on knees)

Author: (Ignores kneeling Chibi and continues to develop pictures)

Chibi Abel: I PROMISE I won't tell Alucard about the youtube videos you've been watching... (Evil glint in blue eyes)

Author: (shrugs) He laughed at the barking Integra one, I'm safe. (Smirks evilly at Chibi) You were sleeping when I was watching the Trinity Blood ones, weren't you? (Chuckles darkly) /Recommends the parodies/ I have a secret (Happily sings) I know something you don't know... (Blinks) Though how I do not know... (Looks at Chibi) hm... I don't want to know how he doesn't know...

Chibi Abel: (Flustered at Author's expression) W-w-What do you mean? What don't I know that I should?

Author: (All out demonic sneer) Hm... Just that these photo's are just ADORITABLE!! (Holds up pic of Chibi Crusnik divebombing Leon)