A/N : I'd apologize for the time it took me to get this chapter together, but really, you were forewarned of my lazy bum ways, were you not? Thus, I won't feel one tinge of guilt about this, you better believe it. Anyway, as always I hope you'll enjoy my latest update to this little story. Yuri-flavored cookies go to DosuTheSoundDrill, guypersonthing, Freedom and, shadow sentinel. The reviews are highly appreciated, don't you doubt that for a second. On a good note, I've already started on the fourth chapter, so that's something to look forward for.

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Angel's Chapter 3: Ready, Set, Go!

There was this strange feeling around me as I woke up to the smell of morning dew, rubbing my eyes and yawning softly. I then blinked sleepily for a few moments before gasping in realisation.

I was free!

I had almost forgotten about my little adventure, silly me! It's okay though, because I remembered all about it just now. Good thing I have such a good memory! In any case, I clumsily climbed down from the tree branch on which I had perched for the night, slipping midway and falling harshly on my rump.

"Awoo… that hurts…" I mumble sheepishly, sticking my tongue at an invisible companion. But it's alright; I won't let something as small as falling down from a tree stop me now! I've escaped from Etna's evil clutches, there's nothing that can stop me anymore! I stand up and dust myself off, readying myself for a brand new day! Oh, I'm so excit…

My thoughts were interrupted by the coughing of a foreign individual in my back and the snickering and chuckling of a band of man I presumed accompanied him. I froze instantly.

"Awwww, how adorable, like a deer in front of the hunter." A deep, creamy, even, voice spoke from my back. The other guys responded in kind by laughing at the crack. I turned around slowly, mechanically, hesitantly. I was sooooo scared.

There stood a band of bandits and their rough, gruff, masculine leader. The afore-mentioned was almost twice my size and twice too close for my taste. Alright, so maybe they could stop me and I might have gotten a little bit ahead of myself here really. Damn my not-planning-anything-in-advance-like-a-rational-little-trainee ways. The man who was their leader, I figured so at least, had bright coffee brown hair that rolled in waves on his back down to his hips with a pair of violent, voracious, eyes the color of dry blood. His lips were turned up into a vicious smirk and his figure was all muscles and no curves.

Alright, there's no reason to panic here Flonne. It's just a crazy, psychotic, visibly sadistic, bandit and his band of misfits starring at you as if they're about to horribly put an end to your life. Yup, no reason to panic whatsoever.

…. Seraph Lamington, I'm scaaaaaaaaaaared….. I thought with teary eyes.

"S…Sir? Ple…please spare me, I am nothing but a humble traveller, with nothing but the clothes on my back in my possession." I tried to negotiate nervously with the scary bandits.

The leader glared at me silently before sighing depressively, while his men spoke eagerly to cheer him up. "It's alright, everyone makes that mistake boss!", "Don't take it personal!", "C'mon, let's kick her ass, that'll make you feel better."

And other such I don't care to elaborate on. "W…wha?" I ask confused.

"Look, you ditzy idiot, I'm a girl. G.I.R.L." the leader says with hateful eyes.

I stare at her with mouth agape and eyes wide. Well I'll be, this 'girl' is manlier than Laharl…

"Don't look so surprised. Why can't I look the way I please and still be a woman? People like you are what forced me out of society into a bandit lifestyle with those clueless buffoons as my minions." the woman spoke angrily, ignoring the offended reaction of her boys.

Truth be told, now that I looked at her, she did have a complete lack of facial hair and skin that looked way too soft for the one of a boy, but that was beside the point. I bowed my head down politely.

"I'm sorry miss bandit leader, ma'am. Please don't beat me to a bloody pulp, I don't like hurt." I whimpered pathetically.

"Ah! You can keep dreaming. Go at her boys, and make her scream…" she says with a cruel smile as her boys slowly advance at me, with the eyes of predators. I panic and flail wildly at them…. knocking the shit out of every single one of them in thirty seconds flat.

The bandit woman stares blankly at me. "You have got to be kidding me." she mutters dumbfounded.

I cringe slightly at the silence before slowly opening my eyes and finding all the big fat meanies knocked down for the count. That's when a small light bulb pops on top of my head.

"Oh, right! With people like Etna around I tend to forget I'm actually pretty darn strong." I declare giggling and sticking my tongue sheepishly at the dumbfounded lady.

Her eyes light up as soon as I mention Etna. "Oh? So you know Queen Etna uh?" she ask with a large grin.

Whether I want to or not, I can't help but take a step back at her intense staring. "W…what of it?" I ask hesitantly.

"You'll sure make a pricey acquisition if I manage to, let us say, capture you…" she says licking her lips as she draws a large battleaxe.

"I'm Emily Blackhands, little girl, now prepare yourself, because I won't make my boy's mistake and I certainly won't be just as easy to K.O. as they were." she threatens firmly as she takes a battle stance.

"Kyaa! Don't come any closer!" I shriek with teary eyes as I fling my arms defensively. She snickers patronizingly as she catches my limb with ease and squeezes it painfully, causing a surprised cry to escape my throat.

"Be a good girl and come along with me without making any more of a mess of things, and I might, MIGHT, not kick your ass for my trouble." she explains to me with a strong, annoyed, voice.

"A…ouchie…awoo…..alright." I finally whisper defeated, feeling her grasp of my poor arm relax into a bearable hold.

"I'm glad to see you understand your circumstances, little girl." the giant of a woman told me as she lifted me like potato sack across her shoulder and started to walk back to what I could only figure was her headquarter. I felt tired again now with all that had happened and I slowly let myself drift away to sleep. There was something comforting about being nestled on the broad, powerful, shoulders of a giant that had the sweet smell of a female. Before I dozed off completely I thought that she probably was an ogre or some such, with that kind of size.

Awoo… why do I always end up being the one getting captured anyway? Soooooo unfair.

A/N: Once again, R/R is appreciated. For those amongst you who'd like a hint about the scene I mentioned in chapter 2, just mail me. The next chapter's title will be "Devil's Chapter 4: Knights Always Come In Late". There wasn't much FlonnexEtna in today's chapter I'm afraid, and I'm, myself, not quite proud of it, but I still hope you'll enjoy it anyway. With this out of the way, tune in next time for more of Etna and Flonne's insane adventures.