1Bloodseed: sorry for the wait even if no cares

Chapter 2

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rated: M

AS Yuki and Momichi walked down the school hall little Momichi remembers the surprise he's planned for White Day. He decides to give Yuki a hint since he seemed a little down lately and this wouldn't ruin the surprise at all.

"Hey Yuki, Guess What,"Momichi bounced he was so excited. It wouldn't ruin a thing.

"Yes, Momichi ?" Yuki questioned wondering what else Momichi could have possibly have been sent to tell him.

"My cousin Rye Rye is coming ,"Momichi bounced more. Yuki felt his eye twitch.

"Rye ...Rye ?"He questioned.

"Oh! Oh,"he clapped,"My cousin Rye and her band are playing at Momo's party!"Momichi jumped as he said this. A quick little jump that took him completely off the ground and had him bouncing nearly skipping after ward so that Yuki had to catch up to him.

Yuki briefly wondered what Momichi was talking about. He had certainly never heard of a party much less these people Momo and Rye. What kind of name was Rye anyway?

O.O.O.O.O.O.O.O.

Sango Airport 10:15am Two days later

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Everyone was staring at them. They had all backed away and now everyone was staring at them.

" If you don't turn that thing down I'm gonna!"

Rye glared at her friends as they finally turned down the stereo they had grabbed. They were dressed as inconspicuously as possible for them and they still managed to creep people out to the point that there wasn't anyone within 20ft of them. Rye was exasperated.

'Really!' There were even security guards edging over as if they were only here to blow up the place...

Better no tell Art that of the explosives she always manages to carry just might disappear before the building goes up in flames. She might actually consider it if she managed to figure out how to get away with getting every one out on time. The guards were still there. They didn't look that unusual did they? While the others had gone for the casual look with silk shirts and tight jeans . Only she and Art couldn't wait to dress out but really? All she wore were her favorite half jacket over a blue tee and pin stripped shorts with the matching tie. And Art was wearing yet another combination of a fishnet and halter top under her favorite handsewn sleeveless trench coat and a pair of black bondage pants. The most unusual thing about their outfits were their custom made boots...

So what was every one staring at!

Rye turned to eye her friends again, not seemingly bothered by attention that would have normally had he r and a few other holding the band back from killing complete and total strangers . 'Am I being paranoid?' She wondered.

Rye looked over to Art wondering if she was as clueless as she was or knew anything . What she saw gave her a very bad feeling and made everything worse. Art wore a grin, not just any grin, The Grin.

The grin of the siamese cat getting his way.

" What did you do!" She glared at Art.

"What?"

"Don't try to act innocent!" Rye's eye was twitching in disbelief that Art didn't know. She looked as confused as an innocent child.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong! I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S WRONG !" Rye pointed to the people around them,"THEY'RE STARING AT US!" This caused the staring people to turn away in embarrassment.

" How would I know–"

"That grin, THAT Grin, It's That Damn Grin You have That Makes You guilty."Now she was pointing at Art like a mad man.

" Calm down Rye, we'll get out as soon as possible," said Jared, always the epitome of the 3C's. He was calm, cool, and collect and he didn't want a scene. He put his arms on Rye's shoulders. However Rye noticed something on one of the other band member's shirt.

"What's that on your shirt!"