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All Natural and Tattoo Surprises

"Blood pressure warning. Blood pressure warning. Medicate immediately, medicate immediately." My arm band droned on, waking me up. I found myself in my room; the plastic curtains that were originally hanging from my bed were now in a pile on the floor. Graverobber was curled up next to me, sleeping. His face was buried in my neck, one arm draped over my waist. "Medicine reminder, Medicine reminder." It went on. I found the bottle of pills on the table next to me and took them, the arm band quieting. Graverobber turned over and grumbled something in his sleep.

"I hate that wrist band, you know." He said, yawning and sitting up. I looked at him and realized he wasn't wearing any makeup.

"So you're going for the 'all natural' look now I see." I laughed. He smirked and got up, stretching his arms. That's when I realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. His muscles in his back flexed as he stretched. I peeled my eyes away from his back and got up.

"Well, I wouldn't have my makeup off if you hadn't passed out in your father's room." He said, trying to sound annoyed.

"And I see you didn't go out to sell Zydrate last night, I don't think you'd leave the house without your shirt and makeup." I walked out of the room, Graverobber following. I walked into the kitchen, pulling out a carton of eggs from the refrigerator. "Hope you like eggs because that's all we have, besides chicken." I said, getting out the frying pan and cracking the eggs into it.

"What, no bacon?" Graverobber complained. I rolled my eyes and moved the eggs around the pan. When they were done I scooped most of the eggs onto his plate, thinking he hadn't eaten a decent meal in a while. He grabbed the fork and started to stuff himself with the steaming hot eggs.

"Slow down! You're gonna burn your throat!" I laughed.

"Too late." He said through forkfuls of eggs. I scooped the rest onto my plate and picked at them, my appetite suddenly disappearing.

"So when do you think the GeneCops'll take the house away?" I asked, taking small bites of my eggs.

"Well, the whole city's trying to find you. You're the real heir to the GeneCo thrown, so when they find you, you'll be immediately moved into the big GeneCo building. So there'll be no reason to have this in your name now that your father's dead. So until they figure out where you live, you should be fine." He reassured me, smiling that cute crooked smile. I smiled back, realizing for the first time how blue his eyes were. They were bright blue pools that seemed to go on and on forever.

"Hello? Earth to Shilo!" Graverobber said, waving his hand in my face. I snapped back into reality, blinking my eyes. "Did you hear a word I said?"

"Yeah, about them coming to get me and everything, yeah I heard it." I smiled, feeling myself blush.

"You know, you're cute when you blush." He said, getting up and putting his plate in the sink. That comment made me blush even harder. My eyes strayed to his back again as he watched the dishes. His muscles stretched and contracted as he scrubbed the bits of egg of the plate. I noticed a small tattoo of a name on his left shoulder, it looked like it said 'Shilo'.

"Hey, Graverobber, what does that tattoo say on your shoulder?" I asked. He looked over his shoulder at me, then at the tattoo on his shoulder.

"Shilo, she was an old girlfriend. I meant to get it removed, but when you're a wanted man it's hard to find a decent doctor to get it removed." He said, biting his lip with a hint of guilt lurking in his blue eyes. I dropped the subject and put my plate in the sink as he went upstairs, leaving my mind to wander. Why did he get a tattoo of his girlfriend's name if they were just girlfriend/boyfriend? I wondered as the water ran over my plate. Graverobber came down wearing his shirt and all-too-familiar make up. "Ready to go kid?" He asked, knowing I hated being called 'kid'.

"No! I just got up!" I set my plate down and made my way to the staircase.

"Well hurry! It's almost time to go!" He yelled as I ran up the stairs and into my room. I quickly changed out of my shirt and into one my 'stripper outfit' as I liked to call it. I slipped on the boots and replaced my normal wig with my wavy red-streaked wig. I applied my makeup and shut my door behind me. Graverobber was waiting at the foot of the stairs, going through an old magazine left on the dining room table.

"I'm ready!" I called to him. He looked up the stairs at me and smiled.

"You never cease to amaze me. You father just died two days ago and you clean up amazingly! I think I like this look better than all those ill-fitting outfits you always wear. Maybe we can buy some more of these outfits after we make our round, and maybe you can wear one for me tonight." He winked and chuckled as I blushed furiously. My heart ached at the memory of my father; I had to fight to keep myself from breaking down in front of Graverobber. And to tell the truth, if he was serious, I might've not minded wearing this to bed. What's wrong with me?! I thought. He's a wanted man, maybe wanted for more than selling Zydrate. I mentally scolded myself and followed Graverobber out the door.

"I have a question." I said as we went down one of his favorite alleys.

"Fire away."

"If you and Shilo were just dating, why did you get her name tattooed on your shoulder?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Just curious." I said and looked at him. He had his eyed trained on the ground, opening his mouth as if he was going to say something, then closing it.

"I asked her to marry me, but she said no." He said, uncertainty tainting his words.

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."

"Yeah, it broke my heart." I didn't know how to respond to that, so I just kept quiet as we walked down the empty alley. We turned the corner and scalpel sluts of every age lined the alley. He gave me a handful of glowing vials and I held them up in the air.

"Who'd ready for a hit?" I yelled, and the girls came swarming to us, their hands groping for the little vials. I took a bill from the first hand and gave her a vial. She squealed in excitement and ran off clutching to it as if her life depended on it. I sold the rest in the same manner, the girls reacting the same way. We sent the majority of girls away, disappointed frowns painted on their fake faces as they waited for the next graverobber to come by and offer them a small vial they loved so dearly.

"It's sorta weird how they love Zydrate so much." I commented at the girls waiting to get a new face.

"Each one's just another bug under a needle. Once it has you, there's no turning back it seems." Graverobber commented and I followed him as he went down alleys, ignoring any Scalpel Sluts that asked him for a vial.