So... uh... How was your summer? Well, in mine, my dad had a heart attack! And heart surgery... and what we thought was a stroke but turned out to be a brain tumor...
Yeah... can you blame me for taking a break? Honestly, I forgot all about this until I refound a message from a new fan which rekindled the flames! Thank you bunnies43!
cartuneslover17: Oh, she has plenty of male company at home. Trust me on this one. And yeah, Sasha is pretty sweet, unlike her rival/archnemisis Cheryl.
Number One Fan: Cheryl is from the planet Nympos, which formed a secret society to cause people to disregard Pluto as a planet. As you can see, it already worked.
TAPSfan201: Yep! Caught it right on the nose! She takes after her mother, doesn't she?
Mistress Draculess: But that would mean Kat and Paige are sisters! Hmm... that WOULD be pretty funny...
u r awesome: If I was Russian, why would I have to use translators for my chapter titles? But seriously, thank's for the complements! It warms me better than my fuzzy pink flowery blanket!
bunnies43: No, but good guess. I said specifically that Sasha's kid wasn't one of Chester's friends, and Kat is his best friend.
Now, before I pass out because I am sick yet my mother made me go to school:
ангел и гигантских
or
Angel and Giant
Ludwig turned to Sasha, hopeful that she, unlike all others in this madhouse masquerading as a school, was actually sympathetic. Or sane; he hadn't seen much of either this whole night. So far, at least, he knew she was feisty.
"So, Tiger…" She stated, mocking that pink… woman that had held him hostage, although with that sweet, almost southern slur in her voice, he didn't really mind it as much. "You're Kid Rot's new guardian?"
Ludwig tensed. This was the part where she'd turn around her kind attitude into something meaner and viler. A pity, she seemed like somebody he'd get along with. But, reluctant to prolong the inevitable, he nodded.
"The first guardian fell in a lake and drowned while your charge was locked in the cellar. The second committed suicide. The third just left, and was found dead on the side of the road a week later. The fourth died by accidently inhaling too many paint fumes, although Lord knows why…" Ludwig thought back to his маленькая звезда talking about his immunity towards assorted poisons. Now, with a stunning coldness, he knew why. Still, he listened on, glad to have proof of Chester's innocence.
"The fifth died by a backfiring shotgun. The sixth was killed by a shank in jail. And the seventh…" She let out a killer smirk, a rapid change from the sad tone her voice had taken when she went through her list of death. "He got the death penalty. I made sure of it."
Ludwig wasn't sure the state even had a death penalty, but judging by the anger in his маленькая звезда's eyes, he was glad that man got what he deserved. "You are a judge?"
Sasha's warm, hazel eyes lit up, and Ludwig knew he stumbled upon a topic she loved. "No, I'm a lawyer. Cheryl…" She tilted her head over to point to the blonde woman already hanging off another unfortunate soul, "is also one too. But while I always make sure whoever I'm working with is one hundred percent guilty before I go against them, she always defends those she knows is guilty, as long as she gets paid the big bucks. As such, we meet in court… a lot."
Suddenly that glimmer in her eye was replaced with something darker. "I would very much like to know why you know so much about my charge please." Ludwig asked, trying to divert the subject.
Sasha leaned back, her posture worlds about from the business wear she wore. She put her hands behind her head and smiled, but soon dropped. "I'll let you in on a secret. I've been trying to get a case against his guardians for years, but they, those fat cats running the place, I mean, refuse to look at it."
Ludwig was outraged. Why would they keep him with people who want to kill him when they could put him in foster care where he could get an actual home with people who would care for him! Only by the staring of all the other parents did he realize he said, no, yelled it aloud.
Sasha answered his rather loud question while smirking at his profound blush. "They don't want to admit they've been neglecting his case. That would mean they'd have to admit they're wrong."
Ludwig growled, arms crossed so he didn't just flip over the table in his rage. That, and Sasha had moved again, her elbows propped up on the aforementioned table. She was the first person to be friendly with him, and that would probably scare her off. "There is no justice in the world. Not in Russia, not in America."
Sasha sighed, staring down at the table as if trying to read the graffiti scribbled on there. "Trust me… I know. I just got done with a case involving a murdered boy younger than my own son. He was killed by his own father. Every day I'm in court I wonder… am I really doing anything in the scheme of things? The crime rate keeps going up, no matter what I do… Sorry for laying this heavy stuff all out on you, it's just… I don't really have that many people to talk about this too."
Ludwig awkwardly patted her on the back. His heart went out to her, the poor young, beautiful woman with the weight of the world on her shoulders. ((Wait… beautiful? Well… she is, but why am I noticing it with her?)) "I am thinking that you are doing something. You are making that man pay for his crimes, and avenging the son. You are making people's lives better the best way you can, and that's all that life's about."
She gave him a small smile which broke his heart and fixed it all at the same time. "How'd you know I won my case?"
He grinned back at her, cheesy in the face of everything. "You seem to not be a woman who loses easily."
Her smile grew larger as she cheerfully jabbed him with her elbow. "Why Mr. Humperdink, you do know what a woman wants to hear."
He put on a fake grimace, all in good cheer. "That is Mr. VON Humperdink to you!" That did it for both of them as they started laughing as if it was the funniest joke in the world, not caring if the whole world stared at them.
"So," Sasha finally said, tears still in her eyes and a goofy grin on her face from all the laughter, "since I can imagine you're tired of hearing all these teachers put down your charge, I know I am at least, how about I show you around town? I know this great Irish place, best Sheppard's Pie I ever had! What do you say?"
What else could he say to this beautiful angel that was sent down to prove that his маленькая звезда was innocent? "I would love to."
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Chester stared out the window. He had checked with all his friends to confirm, no, parent teacher conferences do not last that long. So, he was late. Somehow, despite all he's been through, at times like these, when it's dark out and whatever Chuck that's been 'taking care' of him, (Oh yeah, because they can't even take care of you either way, you freakish little mutant who JUST. CAN'T. DIE.) has gone away for the night, he gets scared. Scared of the Chuck, but also scared of whatever could come after teenagers on their own. He wouldn't admit it, not even to Abby, but those are the nights he can't even sleep, for fear of whatever will attack him when he closes his eyes. So he stays awake, petting Ringo, happy to know that there's SOMEBODY to help him against the darkness, even a half tamed raccoon that a half tamed boy keeps as a pet.
In fact, he's so happy when he sees that clunky old minivan of Lud… Chuck's that it momentarily overrode his years of intensely honed instincts and he found himself halfway to the staircase to greet the Chuck. Instead, he just shooed Ringo out the window and tried to busy himself with the laptop incase the Chuck went up to check up on him. (And I just KNOW that should be in the biting, sarcastic way, but… it's just too late at night for that. That's it, I'm just tired! I should probably go to bed soon, don't want to worry Abby with bags under my eyes… again.)
But even as he prepared himself for bed, thinking, or at least trying to think angry thoughts about his new custodian, deep in his heart, in the place where he will always be Chester no matter what everybody else says, he yearned for a day when he can run down stairs to greet him when Chuck… no, Ludwig, comes home.
I had actually planned to have Ringo come in later, when Ludwig is around to see Chester just, out of nowhere holding a raccoon. But the image of Chester just cuddling a raccoon while looking out the window was just too cute to resist.
