"Hey guys continuing on. I let the poor writer guy have his soul back to write this story. And then I'm going to eat it when he finishes this story." Thank you Rei. *typing away because Rei has Jericho (weapon form) at my neck* Please help me T^T
Backstories
Britney glanced at the door before quickly returning to chopping carrots once she spotted the messy, spiky blue hair of her partner walking into the door. It was confirmed at the jingle of his necklace as he slumped over the table, the wings hitting the wooden table.
"So Corey, how'd the sparring go?" Britney asked.
Corey shrugged and slumped back in his chair, "June's getting better, she can weild Carter and his fat blade for a bit longer."
"Anything else?"
Corey shrugged, " Think my headphones might be going bad and I may or may not need to polish my blades."
Britney nodded, the usual, Corey liked to have his blade shining slightly, even if he wasn't a clean freak, it annoyed him when there was a scuff or a scratch on his edge. She'd have to do that later tonight, right now she wanted juicy stories that he had been holding out of her.
"So tell me about your necklace." She said, sitting down on the table.
"No."
"You promised!" Britney whined.
"No."
"But you said you'd tell me after the mission and it's after the mission AND a day's rest from it!" she complained.
"…No." Corey said.
"Yes or I well get June to kill you."
"With high heels or her fist?"
"Both."
"Noted I can call Carter."
"And Rei."
"Jericho"
"Stein"
"… I hope you die by a screw in the head." Corey muttered as he sat down on the table.
Corey fidgeted of a moment before he reached around his neck nad took off the necklace. The set of wings jingling slightly as it was set on the table. He stared at it, his eyes burning into the metal until he sighed and looked up into the fan, spinning and spinning nad then spinning over again.
"The necklace is from my last partner. The chain is sterling silver and the wings are steel. It was a family heirloom of his. It was supposed to be given to his girlfriend when he got old enough to have one," Corey paused and scratched his chin, "Although in hindsight he probably didn't care he'd still would have kept it."
"It's cool looking." Britney complimented.
"Yeah, and I think that's what triggered my weapon blood. The wings and the chain." Corey smiled. "Yeah, caused I wanted to feel free and fly away from my troubles." He smirked then waved his hand frantically, "But I'm getting off track here, don't have time for the sad moment right now, anyway, once I discovered I have weapon blood, I told my best friend which is guess who?" Corey gestured a Britney.
"Simon?"
"Correct, so we messed around with the power, playing in the chains I could make and slicing apples with the blades." Corey smiled as if reminiscing in a memory. Then his face grew daunt, "then that day came. Kishin wrecked my home; it was a gang of them. Simon and I where outside in the tree house my dad had built. We saw the fires, we knew to stay away. And so we did, we thought that everyone would be fine… They weren't. Kishin took over the town and the humans that survived were hunted like cattle, they were chased down and eaten, only allowed to live of a future meal some other night.
"That's horrible!"
"That's exactly what Simon thought. So he decided to change that." Corey snorted, "Stupid kids we were back then. No training, no thought process of the consequences, nothing we just winged it." Corey's face twisted with rage, " But we were just kids, so we barely made it. I was seven at the time…Simon was eight. And when we found that Simon had meister blood. We did what he wanted. He fought." Corey dropped his head onto the table, his eyes burned.
"It was the second night we went 'hunting' caught us by surprise. He had no time to move. It just…happened. I was left in shock, still in weapon form which at that time, was barely more than a dagger on a rope. The Kishin fled, Simon had somehow managed to slice something important I don't know. I didn't care. I just managed to transform and crawl next to him."
Corey paused, a shutter racking his body as he remembered the memory. Britney pressed her hand not his shoulder. Corey sucked in a breath, it coming out ragged and strained. Britney got up and hugged him from behind.
Corey shuddered again, but continued talking, "Simon was alive, only his chest had a massive gash, double cross on his chest. Blood was dripping from his mouth, I think he had a slashed lung. He said…'See ya Mus' then he handed me this." Corey gestured at the necklace. "Then he died…no famous last words…just…see ya Mus."
"Wait, wait, wait, back up, Mus?"
"Yeah cause I was always listening to music even back then." Corey smiled.
"Can I call you that?" Britney asked, finally finding a fitting nickname for him.
Corey shot her a glance, "Only in private."
She shrugged and smiled. "So now I have a nickname for you…but only in private?"
Corey nodded, "Makes sense to me."
Britney sighed and put her hands on her hips as she stood back up, "Well I need a name for you that's not in private!" She whined.
Corey shrugged, his worries currently forgotten and his fears left in the dust. "Well, you're creative, so is June, ask her. Maybe consult Rei too. But what my nickname is depends on what you guys think of. Simply as that." Corey nodded as he finished his decision.
Britney sighed, she'd meet the other girls at the coffee shop again tomorrow, she'd have to if she wanted a nickname for the music freaks that she could call him in public. Not that she wouldn't call him that occasionally via soulwave length in public...always…everywhere… She smiled deviously.
Corey on the other hand had shoved his headphones into his ear (with a slight grunt as he wondered if he accidently shoved them through his eardrum not the first time either) and was now watching TV. He flipped from the news through the multiple channels until he finally landed on a car chasing movie to which he watched quiet intently.
Britney huffed as she realized that she had been dismissed and went back to fixing their dinner which would be an odd recipe Carter hand given her called Coffee Stew* she glanced at the recipe doubtfully, coffee, assorted meats and vegetables, honey, then simmer and let boil for an hour then add a cup of coffee with honey and light cream. She finished the carrots and stared chopping potatoes into bits and adding them into the stew. After a while and the car chase revealed itself to be a romance Corey joined her at the kitchen and stared chopping up onions on their other cutting board, his earphones still in his ears as he accidently started cutting to the beat, one two three, pause, repeat. He then paused and took an earphone out and placed it into his pocket.
"So what's this recipe carter gave you?"
"Don't know, something he made called Coffee Stew." Britney shrugged.
Corey rolled his eyes, leave the coffee fanatic to make a meal out of his favorite beverage. He always knew somewhere that carter was more addicted to coffee than he let on…well, Carter did have a cup in the morning, then another for classes, then two at lunch, another during afternoon classes, on after school and probably two more after he went home so…
"I always figured he was a coffee nut." Corey said.
"No you didn't you just realized it." Britney replied.
"Shut up and fix Carter's weird stew!" Corey whined as he finished with the onions and started cutting strawberries in half.
" Corey, strawberries don't go into the stew." Britney said with a blank face.
"Yeah, they go in my mouth." Corey said, popping said fruit into his mouth and chewing as the juicy goodness flooded his mouth.
"Corey those we mine." Britney complained.
"So?"
"I wanted them."
"So did I."
"But they were MINE" Britney stressed the word.
Corey sighed and popped one of the small fruits into her mouth as she cubed and sliced chicken before adding it into the rich flavorful stew. She smiled. As Corey fed her the fruits (occasionally eating one himself) he began to wonder if Britney realized that she had eaten half the box of strawberries. Once realizing this, he realized that he had continued to give her said fruits even after the thought. Then he realized that if she ate them all, he'd have none, of course this was after he realized that he have just feed her the whole box. He paused and stared as she ate the last fruit.
"Do we have anymore strawberries?" He asked.
"No we have yet to go buy any but I'm probably going to the store tomorrow." Britney replied as she swept the last of the ingredients into the pot and let it simmer on the stove.
Britney moved to sit on the couch, plopping down next to Corey, who chooses to vault the back and get there first. She looked at him, who she now noticed held the facial expression that was equivalent of 'Give me strawberries!' in a kids voice.
"Tommorrow." She said.
"Now." He answered.
Britney threw he hands up, "What else in this house is strawberry?"
Corey paused and gave her a thinking expression as his brain started sorting out things in the house that did not taste like strawberries, then the ones that he could not eat without dying. Finally he came to only one object/thing in the house. He stared at her.
"So, have you come to the conclusion that I thought you would?" Britney asked with a smile.
"Probably not." Corey said as he chomped down in the tips of her hair.
Britney squeaked before giving him a sideways angry look so she wouldn't pulled her strawberry blonde hair out, "Why are you eating my hair?"
Corey opened his eye and answered, "because it tastes like you shampoo and your shampoo is strawberry."
Britney stared at him and said, "I hope you choke to death."
Corey ignored her and continued to nom on his meister's hair.
~*~*~*~With~*~Carter~*~*~*~
"Carter, duck." June stated as she tossed a booked behind her back, arching over Carter's slightly ducked head and landing on the table. Carter moved his finger down the pages until he felt it was right and flipped the book open.
He flipped it back two pages before he got to the actual page and pulled out a notebook and started filling out the discussion questions for Soulogy for Stein's class. He leaned to the right as a history book slammed on the table and June slopped down in the chair next to him.
"Page 195, 3rd section, 1-9 questions and five pages later all questions." Carter said as June pulled out her purple notebook (Carter's was a dark blue)
As they both filled out questions June begins to wonder about her partner.
"Carter, what's your story?"
Carter looked up, his hand still scribbling furiously as he solved a question about soul structure and personality. "Huh?"
"Tell me about yourself before you came here." June clarified.
"Oh, that's simpler. I was a wanderer." Carter supplied, writing out his answer with great care and precision.
"A wanderer?"
"Yeah, you know, a drifter, wanderer, survivalist, that sorta thing I was one since…" Carter mused the thought, "the age of…nine-ish"
"NINE!" June shouted.
"Yes nine! Now please do not scream in my ear again!" Carter complained, pointedly glaring at her.
June huffed before going back to writing for another couple minutes before she opened her mouth again. "So were you an orphan or did you run away from home?"
Carter glared at her, "You do realize that most people would not answer and instead would unfriend you for being inconsiderate, un emotional, and every rude?"
"Yes, but you're not normal."
Carter grunted, he'd give her that one. "As I am not, however, since I am not a normal person, I will give you the pride of knowing my past. My father was a very violent man, he beat my mother, and she left him as soon as he accidently left the car keys out on his dresser. She took me, however, three tanks of gas later and possibly seven hundred miles, she fell asleep at the wheel. She crashed into a telephone pole. No seatbelt, she flew out the window and died on impact with the wood. I had my seatbelt on, it was probably the only good habit I picked up. I suffered a mild concussion from the airbag possibly a broken rib. I was asleep for two days before someone stumbled across the wreak. They took me to the hospital. After several weeks, I was let out of the hospital, my bill paid."
"Who paid the bill?"
"Don't know. But when I wandered out, I was in the oh so famous city of Las Vegas. I became a thief, finding a teacher of the art was an interesting matter as I never managed to keep my wallet until one of the last days I was with him until he was caught and convicted. From there, well," He smiled, "It's another story."
"But Carter! Please tell the rest of the story!" June whined.
Carter glared at her, "You sound like a three year old when his mom has finished a fairy tale." He told her.
"So!" June snapped.
"So, grow up a little!" Carter said, "besides, you still have to do Black*Stars home work."
"HE ASSIGNED HOMEWORK!" June shouted, trying to imagine the buff blue-haired god fanatic assign homework.
"Yeah, hundred pushups." Carter said.
June started," Cover for me?"
Carter smiled. "As long as I can call you by your nickname for a week."
"three days!"
"Five"
"Fine." June said, crossing her arms under her chest and leaning back against her seat.
"Okay shorty."
June glared, it was no secret that June hated to be called short, but when her partner called her it, she'd live with it. She glared at him, but he just smiled and dropped to the ground, starting his two hundred pushups, and occasionally breaking them up by calling her shorty.
~*~*~*~*~*Jericho~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jason stared blankly at his partner, Rei was at his right, sitting closer to Jericho. And Jericho sat opposite of Jason. Jason shifted back in his chair, nervous about the random girl Jericho had brought home and barely introduced herself before kicking him sharply in both arms then shocked him into his seat.
"So…" He said.
"Sorry about Rei, she's very violent." Jericho apologized.
"Yeah." Jason agreed.
"So, see as I am unnoticed shall I make myself known?" Rei asked, smiling as she leaned back in her chair and set her feet on the table.
"Please no." Both boys said at the same time.
"Okay then, conversation topic please?" Rei requested.
"Okay….Jericho, what's your history." Jason asked, rubbing the back of his head slowly.
Jericho grimaced, as if fighting off a headache. "No, no, you…it's not pleasant, it's not…no. Just…no." He shook his head. "It's not important right now." He groaned, his hand touching his head, and the room suddenly felt a lot warmer.
"Why not?"
Jericho waved frantically with one hand, "No, needed right now, bad. Ugh." Jericho grunted and ran out the door. It was hurting. Before either could move, there was a roar of the motorcycle engine as it tore down the street.
Mental note do not ask Jericho about his past. Jason thought.
Hey, I'm so sorry about the update, my laptop broke nad it took FOREVA to get it fixed, but I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and owners of OC's, tell me if they are OOC and I'll fix it as soon as possible. Thank you! Now then, REVIEW OR BE SMITTEN BY JUNE'S HIGH HEEL OF DEATH. Options of death include 6 inch stilettos, or 4 inch pink ones.
