Hey yall, sorry for the late update. I sort of ran into some writer's block. But i fixed it so, YAY!-AG
Catherine
Catherine pictured he breakfast with Kanda, groaned in frustration, and rolled over. Why did Anya have to make her existence extremely painful? Catherine, sat up shoving her hands through her hair, and sucked in a breath and held it inside before letting the elusive wind go.
"Oh, my gosh!" Catherine exclaimed in embarrassment. She shook her head, replaying in her head all the humility at breakfast. Oh she could just murder Anya!
"Catherine Catherine Catherine!" Saria pounded on her door. Choosing very carefully to make no sound, Catherine sat there hoping Saria would go away. No such luck. It was fruitless to hope.
"Catherine! Open this door up! I can smell your fear!" She called. Catherine shook her head, and glared at the ceiling, blaming the vaulted red tinted skylights for her all misadventures.
"Saria, no matter how hard you try, fear is unsniffable," Catherine heard Anya say through the door. She quietly crawled out of bed and slunk to the thick door to get a better seat at the out side conversation.
"Says the child who was going to commit herself to throwing herself off the top of a tower." Saria sniffed dramatically. Saria always did have a particular sense towards over dramatization, especially at the most odd times.
"How I pity that you have no thought process." Anya replied a bit sullenly. The tone of voice always seemed to come natural to her, as if anything other had to be forced in and if nothing else she would sound morose. "Because if you did have any thought running through your head besides wondering about the next time that you get see Allen again, you would know that throwing oneself off the top of a tower is not the best way to go about killing oneself, because one is a death princess." Anya plowed on though Saria's angry gasp.
"And I suppose you think you know exactly what you were doing!" Saira cried, her tendency toward theatric performances shinning though. There was a silent pause in the conversation. Catherine could clearly see in her mind Anya slapping a hand to her face in exasperation.
"Yes, Saria. I think I had a clear image of what I was doing."
"And that was?"
"Waiting for a deep red headed prince to save me like a damsel in distress."
"Remind me to burn your romance novels."
"They're Catherine's."
"You think I care? Those things give you dangerous ideas, I don't see the reason in reading them."
Catherine huffed at the useless turn of the conversation and opened the door to her room. "If you are done discussing my book choice, please, feel free to leave." She said waving her hand to shoo her enigmatic sister and her exuberant sister off her doorstep.
Saria turned surprised to see her sister leave her royal apartments, well at least opened the door to the world.
"Creepy dude, nine o'clock." Catherine inclined her head towards the lurking shadow just barely visible around the corner, and only noticeably a shadow guard by the double horned helm they all wore.
Anya whipped around her eyes filling up with the unspeakable loathing she had for the minions of her past love. "Leave me alone!" She shouted shoving her hand to the side into her portal that connected her to her closet, pulled out a vase, and chucked it at he wall. The shattering sound if glass breaking echoed through the hall.
The shadow disappeared making Catherine think that this one wasn't one of the usual guards that haunted the castle. Catherine stuck her head out and looked both ways trying to see if anymore were watching her younger sister so fervently. Nothing seemed near but Catherine couldn't help feeling that she was being watched.
"Oh, well. Dad wants you to take Kanda home." Saria said rolling her eyes at Anya's still heavy breathing.
"Why me?"
"Don't ask me! I don't know what Dad has up his sleeves…yet."
Catherine paused. She pursed her lips and thought for a second before saying, "This all ties into you getting Allen as your slave, but I'm not sure how."
Saria laughed in stilted stuttering laughs. "No." She said trying to pull the mask over everyone's eyes, "this has nothing to do with me getting Allen as mine and away from that swine of a girl."
There was a silence in which everyone tried to figure out exactly who the "swine" was. Catherine decided that must have been the nice, placid girl Lenalee that Catherine's family had met during the fight with Vittorio, that had left precious Kanda in a state of disrepair.
"You know, Lenalee is a very nice girl. You don't have to call her a swine just because you think that she might be interested in your 'beloved'." Anya voiced for Catherine. Anya nodded in response looking at Saria with a sort of wilted-flower look on her face.
"This conversation is over. It doesn't matter anyway. Allen will be mine if I want him bad enough, which I do."
"He might not want you back." Anya crush Saria's dreams with a sort of formality to that art of dream crushing that ran so well in the family. Saria's face dawned with horror as it became obvious that this was not at all what she had considered. All that she had considered included her finding him and bringing him back for the wedding.
"WHY WOULD YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT!" Saria wailed and warped away in a spray of tears. Catherine considered this to be a minor setback in Saria's plans of claiming "ownership" of the nice Allen Walker.
"She needed some perspective." Anya said walking away with a graceful turn of the heel. She floated along in nothing more than her nightgown and her white winter cloak. She seemed infinitely pale against it, her violet eyes the only pinprick of light.
"Speaking of perspective, who is this hero you and Saria were talking about. From the way Saria talked about him I know he wasn't Allen." Catherine pried looking to gain any bit of information she could. After all, it just might give them all an excuse to et out of the castle and in to the light more often.
Catherine closed her solid bedroom door and rushed after the gliding white angel. The dark hallways seemed to suck up light instead of giving it off like the sconces on the wall should have been doing. However, it only succeed in making the Mortmain castle even more death-like than normal. The flowers that decorated the side table didn't even help in the slightest.
"Well I was out today in the living world, and then all of a sudden this crimson haired boy stood before me." Anya's voice took on an appraising tone that had never happened before. Catherine's eyes widened in shock.
"So I take it he was gorgeous then." Catherine said.
"You could say something like that." Anya spun around twirling in her white finery. "And then he saved me, and I awkwardly stumbled a poor excuse for a thank you and warped away." Anya laughed and smiled brightly at the ceiling. She turned ever so slightly and winked before skipping on ahead in a very fast manner, meaning the conversation was over.
"Kanda's in the parlor." Anya called out over her shoulder.
"Hello?" Catherine knock on the door to the parlor and peeked her head in to see Kanda staring out the window that overlooked a particularly dreary wasteland. He was back in his long black jacket and his hair was back up in its high-strung ponytail. Mugen was held lightly at his side as if he were waiting for something drastic to happen and the fact that it hadn't yet made him on edge.
"K-kanda? Are you ready to go?" Catherine stuttered over his name for a few seconds before almost immediately rectifying it and continuing on like nothing ever happened.
"Hm?" Kanda hummed, distractedly. He turned around, saw Catherine, and half smiled. His dark blue bangs were brushed out of his face in an almost uncommon-like manner. "What did you say?" he asked again curiously.
"I asked if you were ready to go." Catherine said her breath catching in her throat at the sight of Kanda smiling so freely.
"Oh, hmm, yes I suppose I am." Kanda said the smile dropping form his face, reverting him back to his normal non-emotional façade. "Were not doing that weird, warping thing are we? Because I think I might lose my breakfast if we did." Kanda said suddenly but with out emotion.
Catherine laughed at his naivety of the netherworlds. "Kanda, the only way out of the Netherworlds is through warping." Catherine rolled her eyes at the young man staring at his shoes as if inspecting them for any scuff mark.
"One can always hope." Kanda miffed. He looked anywhere but at Catherine, the ceiling, the floor, even the ugly vase stuck in the corner. She almost did wish he would look at her.
"Is that you?" He asked, his eyes locking onto a family portrait that had been paint when Saria was almost five. She looked weird with no front teeth.
"Yes." Catherine wished the embarrassing picture would spontaneously combust to keep anyone from looking at her in her awkward teenage years. Saria and Anya shot through the door, Anya stopping and Saria moving forward to launch her self at Kanda, wrapping her arms around his waist. He looked down at her as if asking himself "what in the sam hell is this odd girl doing?".
"Oh Kanda! WE couldn't just let you leave with out saying goodbye! In fact in think we should all take you home, as we are courteous hostesses." Saria said. Anya shook her head and gave herself a face-palm. She had gotten dressed again and was wearing a royal blue tulle dress with long graceful sleeves that hung past the knee length dress. Her white curls were pinned up in a regal manner although her excitement bounced off of her in waves.
Catherine self-consciously reached up and patted her own curls down a bit before pulling everything off of her shoulders and throwing it behind her shoulders in a a great tumbly mass.
"I bet the only reason you want to come home with me is because you want to get another shot at Allen." Kanda said, his poker face perfect.
Saria let go of Kanda and put a hand to her face like she was gong to faint. "Oh, Kanda! How you wound me with your words!" She said throwing her head back and spinning around putting her back to him. Everyone rolled their eyes at her pathetic performance. "There isn't a second plan to going home with you! If I, however, do get the chance to see my beloved, it will be considered a complete coincidence." Saira said her dark red hair shaking with every toss of her head. She wore a pair of black trousers with dark red boots. She also wore a elegant dark red and gold knee length jacket that was almost like a formal soldier's uniform. It was unbuttoned to reveal a plain blue shirt.
"I have a feeling you will search him out if he's not there." Kanda said. Saria leveled him with a glare and stomped forward to slap a hand on his chest.
"Move. Now." She warped out with Kanda, leaving Anya and Catherine behind. Catherine fixed the laces on her rather dark violet dress, jerking on the tops of her gloves to keep them in place, and turned to Anya. "Well, lets go then. I have a crimson hero to meet."
"Oh Allen! I missed you so much!" Catherine landed in time to see a startled white haired Allen get the red head glue to him. She threw her arms possessively around his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth.
"Oh! Saria! Bad girl! We don't hunt Allen down and then tongue rape him!" Anya called. Catherine snickered at Saria's stricken face.
"If I wanted to do that, I wouldn't do it here. To many people may interrupt." She said absentmindedly petting Allen's silver hair. His face was of the deepest red . He didn't even struggle under Saria's overpowerment.
"Speaking of that.." Saria trailed off. She looked at Allen meaningfully.
"No." he said automatically ducking out from under her grasp only to be ensnared again, this time in hold he couldn't get out. "Wait! Stop! No!" Allen started freaking out as Saria started pulling him away.
"Oh, you silly little boy. Stop struggling." Saria said a bit girlishly and giggly like she had planned on kidnapping her beloved the second she got her hands on him. She roughly jerked his head to the side and bit his ear. He yelped and started struggling even harder.
"She's your sister! Can't you make her let me go?" Allen cried turning towards Catherine and Anya. They shared a look and the shook their heads in unison. "Kanda?" Allen's voice betrayed the despair at his last hope.
"Just don't scream too loudly." Kanda monotonic.
Saria let out a extremely feminine giggle at Kanda's approval. "Here that Allen? That's the sound of utter betrayal." Saria laughed maniacally. Catherine absentmindedly picked at a stray string attached to her gown, not really wanting to watch Saria get tired of Allen's struggles only to tie and gag the kid. She looked up.
That was exactly what she was doing.
"Oh!" Kanda said surprised feeling his pockets, "I seem to have left my gloves behind." He looked up at Anya expectantly with a dashing smile on his face. Anya didn't even bat an eye.
"You know, normally I would just leave you to fend for yourself, but I really don't want to watch Saria." Anya said her voice catching at Saria's name. Before Catherine could volunteer to go and get the gloves herself, Anya was gone, and so was Saria with her "beloved". Where they went, Catherine had no clue.
"Hey Yuu, wasn't that Allen screaming for help?" A crimson head boy ask walking out of a room that the group was standing in front of. He had an eye patch over his right eye leaving his bright green left eye open. Though Catherine personally thought eye patches made people look like pirates, she couldn't really say this about him. A black head band held back his hair, leaving it to spill out over the top of the thick head band artfully messy. His black coat was buttoned up and outlined in deep red. He wore almost skin tight white pants and black boots, with a fluorescent orange scarf pulling the ensemble off.
"Yes, it was." Kanda said his eyes narrowing at the sight of the boy. Catherine had a sneaking suspicion that this was the "hero" that Anya had so mysteriously alluded to.
"I hope you don't have any business with him; he might be tied up for some time." Catherine emphasized "tied" trying to show him that no, it would be a bad idea to get in the way of things.
"Dark red hair, deep blue eyes, and has a goal of striping Allen's innocence from him?" He asked pointedly. Catherine was surprised that he had actually met her. When described like that, Saria was tended to be taken like a little girl. Nope, she was serious in her odd jobs.
"Ran off with him about two seconds before you walked out." Kanda answered. He leaned back up against the railing that saved him from falling down a black chasm that pretty much to up the center of the room.
Catherine walked over and leaned out looking up only to see darkness swallow up everything after the second or third floor that she could see. She looked down to see the same thing. Everything was made out of an unforgiving, bleak stone. The doors were ordinarily wooden. It seemed more like a prison than house.
"Oh death." Anya yelped, suddenly reappearing. She glance right at her "hero" and almost did a double take. "Hi, you."
"Good afternoon, princess." Catherine's eyebrows shot up. Princess? She looked at Kanda. He sort of gave her a confused look and then shrugged slightly.
Sort of like something clicked inside of Anya she turned into a babbling idiot, awkward mode taking it's toll. "Hi…I-I-I You're beautiful….I-I- mean I'm beau-..I mean, you're, hi." She stuttered clutching Kanda's gloves in her pale hands. Her violet eyes were wide and uncomprehending and very much doe-like.
"Hi, I'm Lavi." The poor kid was trying so hard not to start laughing. He held out his hand to Anya. Her mouth dropped open just to stare at his hand for a few seconds before she dropped Kanda's gloves and warped out. Lavi grinned at Catherine and Kanda.
"I have that effect on most women."
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