AHA! I so happy people read and comment my story! Been busy so not write much but here is next chapter! Sorry it take so long! School and social life get in way.
Sorry for lack of Epros rhyming. I am not good at all at rhyming so I avoided it a lot!!)
Classification Misfortune
Chapter Three: Mystery Actions (Part one)
--After dragging Epros to the upstairs, he closed the door to Ari's room and shoved the magician onto the bed. Epros refused to lie down and the two of them were struggling for numerous minutes. "Stan?" Annie's voice came from outside of the closed door; "Is everything alright?"
He grabbed Epros' shoulders and forced him back against the mattress; "FINE!" He yelled. The magician pushed against Stan's chest with his bare hands but had little success; "Just… do whatever you were doing!"
"Uhh, okay then. If you need anything…"
"Let me go this instant-" Epros began when he let go of one of shoulders and covered his mouth. He grabbed Stan's wrist and tried to move his hand.
Stan leaned closer, his eyes flashing angrily; "I don't want to hear your voice, got it?" They continue to struggle; "Will you just lie down and sleep for an hour or two?"
"Why do you want me to sleep so much?" He mumbled from under his hand.
"Why are you being so resistant to the idea? SLEEP! You're making the others worry about your health. Just ease their minds a little, will you?" He moved his hand from his mouth and pinned him down.
Epros' red eyes stared deeply at Stan as his face blushed; "Y-you… I… well-" He began to say when he began coughing again. Stan sat up as Epros pushed past him and ran from the room, his sickly pale hand clasped on his mouth. Glancing at his hand, Stan gasped to see blood and rushed after Epros.
He found him in the washroom, where he was leaning over the sink and spitting up blood. His shoulders shook uncontrollably as he coughed and spat the disgusting fluids from his mouth.
Stan could only watch silently realizing how much he was suffering and noticed a tear forming in one of the magician's eyes; "Here." He walked in and pulled Epros' hair out of the way. "I'm sorry. I forced you too much."
Turning on the tap, he looked up at the mirror at Stan's reflection. "Why… why is this happening to me?" He didn't finish his usual rhyme and sobbed.
"You have blood on your face." Stan didn't know what else to say and placed his hand on Epros' shoulder. He turned him around and put his hand on his cheek and wiped away with his thumb. "Listen, Epros." He then used his hand to lift his chin; "We're going to figure out what is going on. But the others will be able to think better knowing you are well and rested." Stan grinned; "So-"
Epros yelped as Stan leaned forward and wrapped his arm around him and flipped him onto his shoulder. He stormed out of the washroom and towards Ari's bedroom; "Stan-"
"You are going to sleep whether you like it or not!" He snatched the covers on the bed and pulled them out of the way and dropped Epros onto the mattress. He flung the blankets over his head; "Now sleep!" He commanded.
Epros climbed from under the covers and rested his head on the pillow and pulled the blankets to his chin. Rather than pale his face was now a shade of red from embarrassment. He looked away from Stan and a tear rolled down his cheek.
Stan sighed; "And do me favor and stop crying. You're not a little girl-" He reached over to wipe the tear from his face.
But Epros reached out and lightly touched Stan's hand to stop him. "Thank… you…" He smiled weakly, still not looking at him. Instead he held Stan's hand and kissed the palm of his hand. Letting go, Stan quickly drew his hand back are stared in shock. Epros coughed, smiled weakly and wipes away the tear himself.
"Oh… I should- I mean you should sleep. And you'd better be sleeping when I- err, we come back to check on you!" He stuttered and left quickly.
Epros pulled the blankets to his eyes and looked at the wall; "…yes." He muttered.
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"Linda gets it… you think the classification might have something to do with it?" Linda said, tapping her microphone against the side of her head lightly.
Kisling bit his lip; "Well, nothing else really makes sense. So the only thing that would explain things is that something is wrong with the classification."
"Would Belioune be trying to get revenge?" Big Bull guessed.
"But why now?"
Linda whistled in thought; "So… Rosy's anger, Eppy's health and Stan's strange and sudden acts of concern for others are being affected by-"
Stan walked back down the stairs; "What's being affected?" He asked.
Linda covered her mouth and looked at the Evil King; "N-nothing!" She gulped, afraid he might have heard her comment about him; "Just… how… umm… the classification-"
"The classification?" Stan asked and sat back down; "Oh… right. That thing…" He added darkly.
Ari cleared his throat almost silently; "Is… is Epros alright?" Stan looked down at the ground. They were making a lot of noise upstairs… they couldn't have heard it and got the wrong idea, right? "Uhh, Stan?"
"Fine… he's fine. Or, well okay no he's not fine but-"
Linda blinked; "Why is Stanley red?" Stan froze and automatically slapped his hand onto his check. It was warm with embarrassment. "Did something happen?"
"Well-" He looked away and tried to make a disgusted face; "No, don't be stupid. He's in Ari's room right now sleeping. Or he'd better be-"
"I believe that what might have caused Stan's face to go red is because of the struggling between the two of them." Kisling said suddenly, also looking concerned.
Yes!
"But, his face wasn't red when he first got here." Big Bull pointed out.
No! Stan made a face at the bull. Just when Kisling would have saved his butt too...
Ari, noticing him freaking out, spoke up. "Well if the classification does have something to do with everything going on, then wouldn't that mean that Belioune is behind all of this? And if so, then what else could possibly be being affected?"
Kisling nodded; "Yes, yes… we should hurry before anything else goes wrong."
"But where would Belioune or the classification be? That library was destroyed, wasn't it?" Stan asked; "It collapsed when we kicked his butt, remember?" Big Bull grinned as if to be thinking of the time. Linda stared at her microphone and nodded slowly. "Then where else would he possibly be hiding?"
The professor shook head; "I wouldn't know. But we shouldn't let the days pass inattentively. Who knows what sort of damage that man may be doing at this very moment?"
"Kisling is right." Ari stood up, dusting his pants off. "If Rosalyn keeps trying to attack Stan-"
"I can handle her." Stan snapped.
"What about Epros?" Linda said. "We don't know how serious it is. He could get worse and worse!" Ari and Stan both grew quiet at this. What if he did get really sick? Was it bad enough to kill him?
Kisling too stood up although it took a little extra effort because of his age; "It seems we have no other option at this point. I will head back to my place and check for clues. It seems we're also going to have to keep Rosalyn as far away as Stan-"
"I said I can handle her!"
"-for the safety of the people around you…" He finished.
Big Bull cracked his knuckles. "Will we have to keep her tied up?"
"Hopefully not," Kisling said and made his way towards the staircase. "Stan will stay here with Ari, and I will be sure to take Rosalyn along with me and-"
Linda put her hands on her hips; "Like, no way!" She said; "I'll take her with me, I don't know what you'll do with her."
Kisling tried his best to look shocked; "W-what would I do?"
"Pervert," Linda cursed under her breath and raised her eyebrow at him. Big Bull snickered, "I'll bring her back to Madril with me. I'll try to talk to her and see what's wrong." Ari nodded, seeing how this was the best possible option.
"And if she does come running over here, what will happen?" Kisling asked.
Big Bull said; "Stan can hide in Ari's shadow for protection!"
"She didn't seem to mind hurting Eppy to get to Stan." Linda pointed out. "What are the odds she won't attack Ari instead?"
Ari gulped at the thought but Stan who was still sitting reached over and pulled Ari back onto the floor. He landed on his butt next to Stan and he draped his arm over his shoulder; "I can take care of Ari, don't worry about it. Right, slave?"
"Err, right?"
Kisling looked from Stan to Ari then back to Stan; "…well you are perfectly capable…" was all he muttered before leaving. Linda told Big Bull to help her take Rosalyn back to Madril while she was still unconscious and they left right after the professor, leaving Stan and Ari by themselves.
Stan let go of Ari; "Well… this was an interesting day…"
"I just don't understand what's going on." Ari muttered and pulled his legs against his chest. He glanced at Stan who had seemed to have calm down after being questioned about Epros moments ago. "You sure you're alright."
"Fine…"
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(I had lots of fun with this chapter! I love Ari x Stan x Epros! Comment and I write more for you!)
