-Greetings Readers!

Here's another chapter! Hopefully me not writing for months then writing every other week is not giving you a whiplash! Soooo I hope this chapter is to your liking. Like I once said, I take your suggestions into consideration so if there's anything you wish to see more of or less do let me know.

NoLifeQueen


Chapter Seven

Newton's Law

So many people in this school and the one that I'm interested in is nowhere in sight… Ah!

"Why have people been staring at you ever since last week?" The redhead inquired, swiftly falling into place to the older girl's long strides.

Marceline, who had heard someone approaching, calmly replied. "Is that so?" That's it!? Glob she' so frustrating!

Fiametta's brow furrowed with brewing frustration. "You can't honestly tell me you haven't noticed Marceline." The paler girl grunted in response, not bothering to look at her companion. A few seconds went by as both girls walked alongside down the hallway; students rushed from both sides to get to their classrooms. Fiametta looked around, wondering where their destination laid when Marceline abruptly stopped. The older girl looked around to make sure there weren't wandering eyes and ears before muttering, "Perhaps, some people think there's a thing between Bonibelle and I."

Fiametta's body became hot with what she figured was anger. "I see you're on a first name basis now." She hissed the last word as a student dashed down the hallway. I've neva been this nasty… What is it 'bout ya that makes me act like this? Balling her fists tight so that her nails dug deep on her skin, the redhead attempted to calm her nerves.

The older girl turned to fully face her, she crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow, "What is it to ya?" What is it to me?

Fiametta knew the logic: The girl was bigger, more agile, trained to kill with any object. However, being fueled by such anger gave the younger girl the courage to shove Marceline hard against a locker. The raven haired girl was taken by surprise, so much so that her head had fully smashed against it. What is it to me!? The loud noise that came with it was sure to attract unwanted attention; but that didn't seem to faze the fierce redhead who gripped the girl's shirt and held her in place. "What is it to me?" She stood on her tippy toes so she could see the older girl in the eye.

There was something about the twinkle of anger her stare was giving that pleased Marceline, her gaze narrowed daring Fiametta to do something. Oh I'll show 'er! Yet again the redhead girl surprised her, for instead of delivering the punch Marceline was expecting, she pressed her warm body against the older girl's and very softly kissed her lips.

Fiametta's soft lips, combined with the warmth her body radiated made Marceline gasp. Taking it as a cue, the redhead slipped the tip of her tongue out and teasingly licked the older girl's bottom lip. Marceline couldn't help herself; it was as if her hands had a mind of their own. They traveled down Fiametta's soft waist and rested quite comfortable on her hips. The older girl smiled; her thumbs ever so slightly began to move, gently tracing little circles over the fabric that clung a bit too close to the girl's figure.

"Ahem."

The redhead jumped back accidently shoving Marceline against the locker once more. "Caught fooling around the hallways instead of being in class, eh?" A very annoyed teacher took turns glaring at the redhead and raven haired girl.

Oh glob! Oh glob! "W-we… um…" Fiametta stuttered, flushed beyond belief. Marceline took a step forward, putting herself in between the girl and the angry teacher. Very slowly she reached behind her back and from her right back pocket she produced a yellow piece of laminated paper with the words 'Oos' Hall Pass' written in big letters. "We have our passes." She calmly pointed out.

The teacher snatched the paper and proceeded to carefully examine it. She snapped her attention back to the girls with a triumphant grin, "That is only one, and I see two people out." Fiametta gulped, they were done for. I've never had detention 'fore… She bit her lip and looked up at her companion whom in turn gave a big sigh.

"You'll find that this is the last period of the day, and as a senior it is not obligatory for me to be here." The younger girl tried her hardest to dissimulate her giggle with a cough. Smartass! Marceline had just begun the humiliation, "Of course you know that. You see, I was on my way out when you unjustly came to accuse me and my friend."

Flushing a bright pink the teacher struggled for a comeback, "B-b-but… you were kissing! You got out of class for no good reason!" As if on cue, Marceline took off her back pack and swung it around only to open it and grab a book. "Surely it isn't a crime to have forgotten a book in class? If it wasn't for my good friend here I wouldn't have been able to do my homework tonight. Won't you say that deserves a kiss?" More than one I'd say

The teacher shifted uncomfortably, "I…I…" Totally ignoring the teacher, Marceline turned and looked at the redhead straight in the eye. The intensity of her gaze made Fiametta part her lips, longing to kiss her once more. I owe her a big one after getting' outta detention

"I'll see you around then. Thanks for the book." A-Ah? She said putting her book back in its place, swinging her bag around she looked at the teacher. "Good day." Marceline nodded and walked off.

The car roared alive as soon as the final bell rung. The soft purring of the engine relaxed Marceline in her seat. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven… Counting was a great option not to think about what had just happened between her and her guest. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen… That kiss and the feelings that followed after had alarmed the girl. She wasn't sure what to think. Twenty nine. Thirty. Thirty one. Thirty two… Clearly her body had enjoyed it; even now it seemed to miss the girl's warmth. Shaking her head slightly in an attempt to clear her thoughts, she decided to push it deep within and forget about it. Fifty eight. Fifty nine. Sixty. Sixty one. Sixty two. Sixty three. Sixty four. Sixty five. Sixty six. Sixty seven. Sixty eight. Sixty nine. Seventy. Seventy one. Seventy two…

"Oh thank glob! I thought you left me!" The car's door had opened to reveal a very relieved Fiametta. Her sun kissed skin glistened in the sunlight. Hundred and one. Hundred and two. Hundred and three. Hundred and four… Marceline closed her eyes tight and tried to think of anything else but the girl. She took a deep breath, and trying hard not to stare at the girl's lips she flashed her a rare smile, "Tricked ya, huh?"

"Big time! It's a long walk home." She arched her back to reach for the seat belt; a shiny bead of sweat slowly ran along her neck and caught on her collarbone before proceeding to make its way down her shirt. Marceline's breath caught, "That it is." She muttered, distracted by the thought of that bead of sweat she hungrily watched the younger girl's every move.

Fiametta coked her head; a sly smile had already begun to form on her lips. "Why are you staring at me?" That snapped Marceline's attention, who gripped the stirring wheel and begun to count even faster. "Just makin' sure you were buckled up." She put the car on drive and proceeded to back up the lot. Good save!

"Mmhmmm!" The redhead poked the older girl's side.

"Oi! You wanna crash!?" This chick must have a death wish

"I know why you were staring!" Marceline pretended to look through the review mirror so that her companion didn't see the blush that had attacked her face. Hundred twenty three…

"It's cause of that super passionate kiss!" Fiametta winked as she poked her side again.

"Seriously!" Marceline whined, slowing down for a pedestrian to cross the street. She checked to see if any more people were going to cross, once she saw the coast was clear she went on. The older girl made three more turns before Fiametta made her stop in her tracks.

"You seemed to like my hips well enough."

Marceline slammed on the breaks making both their bodies fly forward only to be painfully caught by their seatbelts. "What the heck Marceline!" The raven haired girl did not answer; her crimson red face was fixed on the wheel. "Seriously Marci! You're friggin' lucky there wasn't anyone 'round to crash into us dude!" The tanner girl shoved her shoulder before readjusting the seatbelt.

"Just. Just sit still and be quiet." Marceline turned to fully glare at her, her icy voice made Fiametta shiver in place. She was completely terrified of the older girl, but there was something buried deep in her that wanted more. Her skin craved something more; it ached with the need to see more of angry Marceline. "Got it?" Glob! The redhead slowly nodding not meeting her eyes, she looked out the window to find they were turning down her favorite street. Big willow, oak and pine trees adorned the sidewalks; their leaves littered the road.

Fiametta smiled at the thought of making leaf angels; she was about to turn and share the thought when she remembered she was supposed to be quiet. Three hundred and five… Three hundred and six… Grumbling she looked out the window; people jogging with their dogs, teens in painfully tight jeans skating down the streets, kids playing in the yard. It was truly a beautiful town, and at the center of it all was Abadeer Manor. The redhead never grew tired of seeing the beautiful house and its grounds in its entire splendor.

Indeed Abadeer Manor was well kept; its master was big on first impressions after all. The towering black gates adorned with spikes and ravens sent a clear message of power. "Home sweet home." Marceline humorlessly muttered under her breath.

As soon as the car entered a collective "Welcome home Lady Abadeer and Miss Fiametta." After living at the manor, Fiametta had not yet grown accustomed to that welcome. A whole row of maids, butlers and other men and women in suits were in a deep bow all the way from the gate to the door of the house. Every day, sun or rain they were out there waiting. She risked a small glance at Marceline whose face was cold and collected. The older girl brought the car into a halt and rolled down the window, immediately a maid stepped up.

"Take the car to wash. Please."

"Yes Lady Abadeer, right away miss." Marceline parked the car under a tree and turned off the engine. Since she didn't take the initiative to move Fiametta didn't either. The older girl was looking out at the oak tree with such passion it would seem as if it was the first time she's ever seen one.

"Trees are very beautiful, aren't they?" It was so out of the blue that the redhead didn't know how to respond. "You don't find one that looks the same twice. Ever. They are quite amazing."

"Ah…"

"It's like they want to escape. Like being stuck to the ground isn't enough. Isn't what they wanna be. So they reach into the sky and hope. Hope that one day they'll be cut some slack and become what they really want to be." Fiametta nodded once, still a bit confused. Straightening her back, Marceline rolled her shoulders and cleared her throat, "Better go in. I dunno 'bout you, but I'm starvin'."

"It's the first time I've heard of your Father going out." The redhead was lying down on her stomach playing with a lock of her hair. All afternoon Marceline had been somewhere else deep in thought.

"Someone must have really pissed him off."

"What?"

"He went out to deal with the issue himself Fia."

He's out killing… I forgot we… do that "..Oh." I wonder if she…

Marceline rolled and stretched just like a cat, a big yawn escaped her lips, "I'm not too fun." She said, turning around and walking towards the door.

What!? No, no, no, no! Fiametta panicked, it's been the first time ever since the two of them had been completely alone and she wasn't going to give that up. "It's okay! It's okay, we can just chill. I don't mind."

"This has been the first quiet afternoon I've had in… years." She grabbed the doorknob and shook her head, "I'm afraid I don't know how to do fun anymore." Where is she going…?

The younger girl rolled off the bed and jumped up, "This is fun though!" she pleaded.

"Hm." Was all the older girl said before opening the door and walking out.

Gaaaah! She's such a butt! So many mood swings I can't keep up! "Merrh!" She plopped back on the bed face first, her fists finding the pillow and immediately pounding at it over and over. "I'm such a dummy!" She mumbled into the sheets. "I probably scared her off."

A light cleaning of the throat, barely audible the redhead almost missed it, made her look up. Marceline was standing there, guitar at hand. She looked so vulnerable and lost.

"Since ah… since I'm not too fun, maybe I could play you something?"

"You play!?" Fiametta blurted out, regretting it almost immediately as the words left her lips. Marceline looked down with a flinch, her lips formed into a thin line as her brow deeply furrowed. Wrong thing to say…

A long pause followed before the older girl stated, twirling the neck of her guitar. "Yeah. Dad hates it. His killing machine has a soft spot for the arts." Sighing she took a step forward, "He couldn't have that, now could he? He went through every crook and cranny of this house, tearing music sheets and smashing instruments in his path. The older girl lifted the guitar as if to make a point, "He couldn't find this one though. Drove Father mad for months."

Fiametta grinned up at her as she sat up; it was a rare treat to be 'let in' into her host's personal life, and she was not going to miss a thing. I can totally picture her doing mischief like that!

"I haven't picked it up in a while. So ah… feel free to tell me if I suck." She motioned the redhead to move over; taking a seat next to her, Marceline proceeded to tune her beloved guitar.

"Sooo, where did ya end up hidin' it?"

"In a place he never dares to go in."

"The shower?"

Taken back, Marceline looked up from her work, "The… the shower?"

Defeated by the failure of her joke, Fiametta bit her lip, "It was a joke… You were looking sad ever since we got here so…"

"Oh." Clearly it didn't cheer her up

Marceline's lip curled up a tiny bit. A low grumbling begun to form deep in her chest followed by the richest laugh the younger girl had ever heard come out from anyone's lips. The raven haired girl leaned back with the force of the laugh, her eyes watering a tiny bit. "I see what you did there! It was very clever."

"R-really?" The tanner girl didn't know whether she should laugh in relief or burst into tears. Although Marceline's laugh was a bit unexpected, let alone a bit on the side of maniacally scary, it gave the younger girl butterflies.

"Man, I haven't laughed this hard in quite some time!" Wiping away a tear, Marceline struggle to gain composure. "What song would ya like to hear?"

"You mean, I get to pick!?"

"Well, it doesn't mean I'll know it, but there's a good chance that I might." She flashed her a quick grin before going back to tuning her guitar.

The younger girl furrowed her brow deep in thought; she didn't want to choose a song that would make her sound childish, but she also didn't want to look like she was trying too hard.

"You won't poke fun?"

"I won't."

Instinctively, Fiametta raised her hand, pinky finger extended and ready, "Pinky swear?"

Marceline's breath caught, for a few seconds she debated whether she should make the promise or not. Hand extended, pinky out in the open, Fiametta was starting to feel pretty dumb. That is until Marceline carefully rested the guitar's full weight on her leg, leaned over and grabbed the girl's pinky with her own. "Pinky promise." She said, holding on to the pinky a few more seconds before letting go.

Let's see how you like this Marci The redhead leant in; fully conscious she was pressing her breasts against Marceline's shoulder she cupped her hand against the side of her mouth and she whispered. It took Marceline a second to enjoy the sensation and five more to register what Fiametta was saying.

"Yeah, I know that one." She was surprised at the selection, for this was a song very familiar to her. Closing her eyes, she willed her fingers to remember the tune.

A slow, melodic tune floated through the air enchanting Fiametta; she couldn't move even if she wanted to, for the beautiful song had fixed her in her place. The redhead knew the song down to the last note, yet there was something in the way it was being played that made it unique.

The pace picked up and with it her heart beat; Marceline's fingers expertly moving with such precision it gave the younger girl goose bumps. Although the girl knew how the song will play out, she found herself growing impatient to hear more. Again the song slowed bringing Fiametta to the edge of her seat. Not one note was missed, the end drew deliciously close. The tune quickened once more and the redhead found herself craving to desperately needing Marceline to finish. Slightly panting with ecstasy at the drawing end, she gripped the bed sheets in an attempt not to squeal.

A loud knock ruptured the spell, "Lady Abadeer?"

Whyyyyy!? Fiametta groaned loudly as Marceline gingerly put down her guitar. "What is it." Her voice was low and husky, almost as melodic as the song.

"Lord Hudson left an envelope for you Miss. He gave me instructions for me to give you this now."

"Hm." Marceline grunted as she reluctantly got up, and walked over to the door. Just as her hand touched the door knob she turned and motioned to the redhead to hide her guitar, and it wasn't until she was completely sure it was hidden from prying eyes that she opened the door.

The butler was greeted with a full glare and a displeased grunt, he was so put off that he involuntarily took a step back. Audibly gulping in fear the poor butler stuttered, "M-my apologies Lady Abadeer..."

Waving him off Marceline took the envelope and said, "My Father's wishes come first. You did well." Not waiting for a response she closed the door on him.

Marceline leaped forward the minute the guard turned to do his perimeter check. Rolling on her side she took cover by the bushes and was in clear sight of the gate. Waiting for the guard to come back around she remember the time when she was younger and her Father pulled her off her studies to 'play'. Little Marceline was far too young to see the mischief that was brewing in his mind; she was far too excited to be around him. Hudson had taken her to his study and had sat on his enormous chair; Marceline remembered feeling awe for the man who stood as king before her. "Marceline you're to go down to the living room, from there our little game will begin."

"What will we be playing?" She had innocently asked, rubbing her nose up her arm.

Her Father had flashed a smile, something she had rarely seen, "It doesn't have a name. But if you win I'll grant you a wish."

"Anything I want?!" Little Marceline had shouted with glee. Hudson flinched ever so slightly but had managed a nod.

"I want to see mama!"

Then the request had seemed so simple to the little girl, she now remembered how her Father had frowned and how his voice got colder. "I have explained to you many times already Marceline. She isn't here."

The little girl looked down in the verge of tears, "But... I miss her."

Straightening his back and looking down on her with a cold stare Hudson reproached her, Focus. Go down and make your way up here without making a sound. If I hear you coming you lose. And trust me when I say this child, you do not want to know the consequences."

Marceline remembered how she had feared her Father then; how she raced down the stairs and into the living room. She had waited, counting the minutes go by just as her teacher and best friend Simon had taught her. Little Marceline waited until her breathing had evened out; very slowly she took off her shoes and stretched out her legs, breathing and counting until an hour had gone by. Only then did she begun to make her wait out of the room and up the stairs. Never stopping her mental clock, she reached the top of the stairs in exactly forty minutes. She then waited for another then minutes, making sure her nerves were in check.

Knowing exactly where to set foot so the wood didn't cry out a warning, Marceline expertly made her way to her Father's study. Little Marceline found the door closed; shutting her eyes in frustration she counted, trying hard to remember the countless lessons Simon had given her on lock picking. After a few seconds she had been able to pinpoint the one best suited for her situation. Twenty minutes had gone by at that point and little Marceline had begun to wonder if perhaps her Father had fallen asleep waiting for her. Very slowly she kept working on getting the door open, but having little experience in the matter had made it rather difficult for her. After what had seemed forever but was actually six minutes and thirty seconds by Marceline's clock she was through the door.

She had no such luck for her Father, his back turned to her, was calmly reading some papers. Holding her breath she took one step forward. Marceline smiled at the memory of the anxiety she had felt at being so close to winning, how careless she became at that instant. She had reached out her hand, only being a few inches away from her Father's back and wanting to scare him, as she took the final step the floor creaked.

It didn't matter how hard and long she thought about what happened next, she could never truly recall it which only meant one thing when it comes to her Father. Shaking her head to clear the dark thought that were beginning to brew in the corner of her mind, Marceline focused on the task at hand.

Twenty minutes. If it took him that long that means he had to go all the way around Marceline fidgeted with a blade of grass as she thought. Less guards out means A mean smirk grew on her lips slowly turning into a full smile, she's expectin' me. For the first time in a while and against all that she was taught, Marceline decided to be a tad dramatic. For fun's sake She thought as she straightened up; brushing the dust from her knees she started to walk down to the gate. The rustling she was causing while she walked through the bushes caught the attention of the guard, who in turned raised his gun and pointed at random.

"Who's out there!?" Show yourself!" He bawled, gripping the machine gun's handle. Marceline came out of the bushes, slowly making his way towards him.

"This is private property! Leave immediately or I'll shoot!"

Marceline shook her head and kept walking up to him, it wasn't until she was four feet away from him that she stopped, "You are so…"

"This is your final warning! Leave or I'll shoot!"

Marceline leant forward a tiny fraction and in a flash of flesh and metal she had thrown a knife at the guard. The motion was so quick the unsuspecting guard had no time to prepare; the knife striking him square on his jugular. Immediately the guard sunk to his knees, blood squirting from the wound. His feeble attempt at covering the gash only made him gag louder.

"…loud." Marceline finished as she stepped over the fresh corpse that had once been a human being. She looked up at the castle that was her target's home and chuckled, Seems like it's going to be one hell of a night, eh old friend? the girl thought as she spotted the only room that was lit up.

Marceline casually strolled around the castle's ground; her nonchalant attitude changing the moment she heard a twig break to her right. Aligning her shoulders she firmly planted both her feet on the ground just in time for impact. An enormous dog smashed into her side, his teeth a mere centimeter away from her face. As they both fell to the ground the raven haired girl was able to swiftly take her knife from its belt and jab it into the dog's side.

The wail that followed was so loud and close to Marceline's ear that she was momentarily stumped under the dog's weight. Drool flowed freely from the dog's snout onto Marceline's shoulder; she also suspected to be covered in blood by now.

Gripping the knife's handle she pulled it free from the beast's flesh, and with much effort she rolled the dog over. Standing up and smearing the blood off her knife on the dog's fur, Marceline scowled. "What a mess."

Nearby shouting caught her attention, she quickly crouched low to the ground and readied her knife. It sounds like three, maybe four guards. Their step is heavy, means they're heavily armed… She hesitated whether to go around or through them for a split second before bursting into a hum.

"Sh! Do ya 'ear that?" A guard snapped, signaling to the others to stop.

"Is that… humming?" The second guard turned to the third in hopes that it was coming from him.

"'s'not me." The last one said turning to where the first had been, only to find that he was no longer there. "Captain?" Raising his gun he turned to where the second one stood but alas no one was there either. "If yer all are playin' a joke it ain't funny!"

He turned once more only to find a girl covered in glistening blood smiling at him. "I find it rather hilarious." She said before slashing his neck and leaving him to die.

As soon as the man's lifeless body dropped she heard footsteps in the distance. To her surprise the person that came strolling down was not another useless guard but her target. "I have to say you did make it rather difficult to get to ya."

The woman that stepped into the light was neither old nor young, if Marceline had to guess she would say she was in her late forties, her emerald encrusted cane making a soft tap as she stopped in front of her.

"I assume you are here to kill me."

"'fraid so old friend."

The woman scuffed, "With friends like this who needs enemies Marci."

"Tree Trunks… you know how I've always hated that nickname."