Hibisha: Heather sure is showing how exactly 'sweet' she is.
Burn: Now who would have expected this from her...?
Hibisha (angrily) : I don't believe it! The others still aren't her!
Burn (soothingly) : Who cares about them?
Hibisha (eyes filling up) : I do!
Burn (sighing) : Here come the water works.
Hibisha: No, I am not going to cry...they don't wanna come, well that's their loss. Apparently a lot of people like this story. A special thanks to iwillkillforxavierfoster who keeps telling me to update...if she didn't keep badgering me, I would have turned lazy and quit on the third chapter.
Burn: You're still lazy...you could write two chapters a day...but you don't.
Hibisha: That's cuz I'm watching 'Bakugan' these days. Plus I've been watching Alice and Shun videos.
Burn: Who cares about those two?
Hibisha (smiling sweetly) : Would you rather have me watch yaois about you and Gazelle?
Burn (hastily) : No, Shun and Alice is just fine.
Hibisha (snorting) : Thought so...anyways, I don't own Inazuma Eleven.
Burn: No need to mention that. You haven't put in any real characters yet.
Hibisha: Zed is in disguise you dolt! He's not telling Heather his real name. Honestly, you don't understand anything. Anyways, on with the fic.
"Going Wild"
Heather ordered a drink for both of them.
"Well," she said thoughtfully, "Considering this was my idea, I get to pay. K?" Zed snickered.
"Well, I would never say no to a girl...especially if she intends to pay." he said. Heather stuck out her tongue. Zed could tell she was amused by his antics. Their drinks arrived.
"Ok," Heather said, "Here goes nothing." She threw back her head and drank it all in one go. When she looked at Zed, her eyes were wild. Zed smirked. He finished his drink. They ordered more and kept ordering. The drink seemed to have a weird effect on both of them. Zed as grinning non-stop and Heather was getting wilder and wilder. Her eyes were bright and mischievous. She seemed as she were about o rob a bank. Zed took out a camera.
"How about we get a kid to take pictures of our 'date'" he suggested. Heather smirked.
"Sure." she replied casually. They paid for their drinks and then left. They got a kid off the street to take their pictures. Heather felt all warm and fuzzy. He had said 'date'. Man, her friends wouldn't believe this one. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Garnet Folley. Garnet was the girl who had stolen Shirou away from her. Suddenly Heather didn't resent her anymore. If she were still with Shirou, then she wouldn't have met Zed. Heather raised her hand at Garnet and waved, momentarily forgetting that she looked different. Garnet frowned at her but then her eyes widened. Heather?, she mouthed, her face full of disbelief. Heather giggled. Garnet's eyes traveled to Zed and her eyes looked as if they were about to fall out of their sockets. Then she grinned. Nice catch! she mouthed to Heather, who winked in reply. Heather looked at Zed and grinned. He was a catch all right...the catch of the century.
TWO HOURS LATER:
"OK," Zed said, sitting on a bench in the park, "So far we have shoplifted a jewellery store. We ate in a fancy restruant and left without paying, tricked an old lady and finally, ripped off a couple of people. What's next?" Heather laughed.
"How about a couple of tattoos?" she asked, eyes glinting dangerously.
"I like the way you think." Zed said, "Tattoos it is. We'll get them done on our shoulders so that no one can see them when we're back to normal."
"Define normal." Heather cracked. They left the park and headed toward the outskirts of the town...a place where you could get tattoos even if you were 10. It was 2:00 am. Heather couldn't hold back her excitement. Heather and Zed found a tattoo shop and entered. One glance could tell it was not a place for school girls...or guys for that matter. Heather shuddered slightly at the sight of some tough looking guys and moved a little closer to Zed. He gave her an assuring smile and then they went to the receptionist who kind of scared the shit out of Heather herself.
"Yeah?" she asked. Zed cleared his throat.
"We want to get a tattoo on our shoulders." he said. The girl smirked.
"Yeah, I got that much. So what will it be?" she asked. Heather smiled.
"I know exactly what I want..." she declared, "I want a small blue butterfly and a rose." Zed grinned.
"How macho." he said, teasingly. Heather huffed.
"Yeah well, I'm a girl. I don't have to be macho." she said, folding her arms. She saw a big muscled guy watching her from the corner of the room. She shivered. This guy was giving her the creeps. She shifted in her place trying to ignore him, but he seemed to have glued his eyes on her. She tapped her foot against the floor impatiently. Zed, feeling her discomfort, slid an arm around her shoulders.
"Its Ok..." he muttered softly, "You don't have to do this." Heather shook her head.
"Of course I do!" she replied hotly, "Its that guy whose freaking me out!" Zed's eyes flashed angrily. Heather blinked. Maybe telling him wasn't a good idea. Heather grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the guy putting on tattoos. She smiled at him devilishly.
"Ready?" she inquired.
"Oh yeah. Hell yeah!" Zed grinned. "I always wanted to get a tattoo but Fuusuke wouldn't let me."
"Fuusuke who? That's a girly name." Heather asked. "Who is she? Your babysitter or a friend of yours?" At this her smile got wider. "Or is she your girl friend?"
"No-no one. He's just ...he's my...My dead brother!" Zed burst out, with a smile which looked more relieved and jubilant than upset.
"Oh...Never mind then." And Heather turned away, feeling embarrassed to have been so tactless. But Zed didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he looked positively elated.
"Come on Heather. Lets go get tattooed!" He paused in afterthought. "And tabooed too!" He smiled devilishly.
"Yeah!" Heather cheered. "That's the spirit! Lets have some fun tonight!" then after a slight pause added, "And then regret it for the rest of our lives!"
They both made their way to the receptionist's desk only to find that the seat behind the desk was unoccupied. They both glanced at each other doubtfully. Where was the receptionist? She had been there a couple of seconds ago. They needed appointments to get tattooed.
"Get out of my way! I'm late! I'll be fired in no time! God why can't I ever hold on to a job?"
Their heads snapped around and they jumped out of the way just in time to avoid being trampled to miserable deaths under a pair of high heeled feet. They stared at the woman who had nearly run them over. She was panting and her hair covered her face but it was plain to see she was deathly white. What was this woman with flawless creamy white skin doing in a tattoo bar? Heather wondered.
The woman finally got her breath back only to loose it again by jumping up and down screaming with delight but she quickly sobered up when she received a death glare from the owner. She brushed past them and sat at the receptionist's desk. She smiled at them, her eyes still covered by her hair. She pushed it back to reveal the most horrifying orbs. Her eyes glowed with an eerie purple glow which seemed to radiate evil at its purest. Heather and Zed gasped and took a step back in horror. It was so...so unreal. How could those eyes belong to such a pretty breathtaking face?
The woman smiled ruefully.
"Its my eyes isn't it?" Her tone didn't seem to indicate any sadness, just acceptance as if she had grown used to it.
"We're sorry. Its just that your eyes..." Zed trailed off, uncomfortably.
"Its alright. I get that a lot." She shrugged. Heather and Zed relaxed a little when they heard her voice. Suddenly, she with the evil eyes didn't look so evil. Her innocent smile oozed friendliness and the dark bouncy hair pony tail helped to distract their attentions away from her eyes. Heather sneaked a look at them. On second thought, they were kind of cool. They made her pale face look even paler in comparison.
"Every one seems to stare at me. I'm quite used to it." She continued, smiling as if she was staring at rainbows and puppies.
Heather snickered to herself. No wonder every one stared at her. Look at her! She looked ridiculous in that ensemble. The woman was dressed in the weirdest garments ever created by mankind...If it was even created by humans. It looked totally out of this world. Alien I tell you!
She was wearing a bright yellow baggy T-shirt with polka dots everywhere and bright neon green fur protruding from the collar. Her pants were no less. They were of the most disgusting eye-spearing neon orange with bright green polka dots scattered about. She had decided to complete the look with a couple of tacky bright pink shoes which looked right out of a scary movie and crazy earrings with carrots and bananas on them which were dangling down to her shoulders. To make it worse, she had on eye blinding blue bracelets which wanted to make Heather want to twist them off her and melt them in the fireplace back at Zed's place.
"Hey! No staring. Now what do you want?" She smiled at them. "Here to get a tattoo?" She sped on ahead without giving them a chance to reply. "Well obviously! Its a tattoo parlor How stupid!" She whacked herself on the head, still prattling on. "So what can I do for you kiddos?"
Heather shared an amused glance with Zed. This woman had issues.
"Are you the receptionist?" Heather asked. The girl nodded. Heather smiled."Ok, this is gonna be fun."
"Amusing." Zed said sarcastically, "Nothing says romance like burning off your skin."
"Actually," the receptionist interrupted them, "It is romantic if you both get half hearts done to make one whole."
"Thanks, but I'll pass." Zed said making a face. Heather nodded. She was about to be labelled as a bad girl. Someone or something that no one expected.
Hibisha: Burn, any guesses who it is?
Burn: No! And I don't care! Where is everybody anyways...Hibisha, are you sure you sent them the invite.
Hibisha: Why wouldn't I send them an invite.
Zonex (popping out of nowhere) : To be alone with him...although he is the ugliest dude available! But since you're ugly as well, I don't think it matters.
Burn (flicking her out of the room) : Well, that takes care of that.
Zonex (falling down the window) : I'll be baaaaaaack!
Hibisha: Please review.