At long last - Chapter 8. I know it's been awhile, but I got really sick and have only recently recovered well enough to write. As I mentioned in the previous chapter this one is a lead-up from the last. Thanks for reading, and please review. I appreciate any feedback, criticism and any general comments.
Warning: Will contain at times; coarse language, sexual and possibly some drug references, implied violence and OOCness. Rated M for suggestive themes, especially later.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or its Characters.
~ EIGHT ~
Rukia made to move, but Byakuya was quick. Too quick. The rattle and click of handcuffs were slapped on her wrists, chaining her to an empty mechanized gurney. She jerked, pulling as hard as she could, struggling against her restraints. Then her vision became impaired as he secured a tight blindfold around her eyes.
Byakuya had gone too far.
"Don't struggle or you'll hurt yourself."
Rukia pulled one more time in defiance then stilled. "I trusted you," She whispered.
"This isn't about trust, Rukia."
Prying her jaw open, Byakuya jammed a rolled-up piece of fabric in her mouth. Rukia whimpered against the salty-tasting cloth. It was too big for her to try and spit out. Now she couldn't see, speak properly or move - Locked in place in this weirdly placed chair, the former home of God knows what or who... Then she heard the sound of a heavy metal door clunk shut and the bar-lock being shifted into place. Her world got even darker...
...Seconds, minutes, hours later, Rukia had lost all concept of time, her ears pricked up at the sound of a voice.
'Did Byakuya come back to get her? Perhaps feeling guilty for leaving her here?'
"Well, well, looky here. If it isn't the dumb bitch herself..."
'No, it wasn't. It was someone else.'
"So what do we do now?" Another voice spoke up.
Two different voices, perhaps male, though both were distorted. If memory served her, the recorded transmission of the anonymous tipper sounded like one of them. Senses alert, the next thing that hit her was the intense smell of salt-water and chlorine. Also the air felt bitingly cold. Goosebumps pimpled her skin covered lightly in a thin pastel blue blouse and white jean shorts. Rukia realized that she was still blindfolded and handcuffed.
"They come in pairs. Tell the others to keep looking for her partner. In the meantime, we get her to talk before we hand her over to the boss."
Rukia labelled the voice as Moron number one, dubbing the other less deeper voice as Moron number two.
"Yeah right, One-Eye will be so pissed we got her first-"
"-Shut your trap, you dumbfuck. No names!"
"It's just a nickname. She won't know who I'm talking about- Soon she won't know much of anything."
"Don't bet on it. This bitch is clever."
Rukia swallowed hard. She had no idea who this One-Eye was, let alone these two morons. The cold, hard slap of a calloused hand smacked across her face, breaking her thought process. Rukia's head whipped back and her cheek stung. The force of it burned. Teeth gnashed.
"What the hell did you do that for dumbass?!"
"I thought she flinched."
"Fucking idiot. Our orders were not to hurt her, so no hitting." Moron One said. "Take the gag out."
Rukia soon felt the saliva-moistened fabric being pulled out, giving her a taste of her own spit and blood. Her jaw ached. She was going to make Moron Two pay for that.
"Now little lady, we're going to ask you some questions. Be nice. Don't do anything stupid, and this will all work out, okay...Every time you give us a wrong answer or you take too long, we're going to blast you."
To demonstrate his threat, a burst of freezing, highly pressurized water shocked her system. He pelted her with a water blaster. She coughed and spluttered into the liquid, attempting to regain the breath knocked out of her. Rukia had to laugh. A low, bitter chuckle. Who knew water was such an effective weapon?
"What's so funny?"
"Listening to stupid..."
"Hey what is she talking about?" Moron Two sounded like he'd just wet himself.
"Shut up!"
"Ask your questions. If I like them, I'll consider answering," Rukia taunted.
Rukia laughed again as her thin frame was doused with another blast, this time the force of it left a stinging buzz on her skin. Repeated, concentrated hits and her skin would start to peel. Rivulets of water ran down the walls of the darkened container storage warehouse they were locked in.
Yes, she was going to make Them pay...
What happened earlier...
The doors of the elevator opened up into the lobby of the Park Hyatt Hotel, only to see two females blocking the exit. Rukia looked up and recognized one of them to be the tan-skinned woman in the purple halter gown who she'd seen speaking with Byakuya at the party. She was talking into a cellphone. The other female stood a few inches taller than Rukia herself, and short cropped black hair with two long braids spanning out. Grey eyes stared directly at Rukia. Arms folded crossly over a black and yellow halter pantsuit. If Rukia had to guess, she was probably an Agent as well.
The tan-skinned woman wore a bright, mischievous smile. Holding a hand over her phone she spoke up.
"Rukia, is it?"
Her stomach dropped, somehow knowing where this was going to lead. Rukia nodded.
"I'm Yoruichi, and this here is my partner Soi Fong." Introducing the other female who continued to remain dispassionately cold that would rival an icebox. Handing the phone out for Rukia to take, Yoruichi added, "He wants to speak to you."
Yes, her suspicions were correct, on both counts. Insides knotted with dread, Rukia took the phone and held it up to her ear. She had half a mind to scream, and vaguely wondered how far she could get before Soi Fong could get a handle on her. All of that went out the window when she heard Byakuya speak, who decided not to wait for her to 'explain herself'.
"Did you really think I would let you just walk out of here? And leaving a note, no less?"
"Well, yes, I did actually." Rukia took note of Soi Fong's frosty expression just dropped below sub-zero degrees.
"Disappointing. Stay where you are."
"I don't have much of a choice apparently," She muttered.
"There are always choices...Rukia."
How Byakuya managed to sound exasperated and amused at the same time was beyond her guess, but what really startled her was his use of her real name. He'd never called her that before - Heck, she didn't even know he knew it-
"What did you just-?"
Rukia's bare whisper was lost at the sound of the disconnected dial tone. Numb fingers handed Yoruichi back her phone and followed along sandwiched in between her and Soi Fong as they went to sit and wait in the lobby. Soi Fong's distinct chilly vibe was beginning to really irk Rukia, but strangely she couldn't help but like Yoruichi's bubbly demeanor, despite being held captive.
"Is Ashido alright?" Rukia asked. She still felt bad for inadvertently ditching him, even though it wasn't her fault.
"He's a big boy, he'll live." Yoruichi chose to answer. "That is a lovely dress you have on. Byakuya has excellent taste."
Rukia scowled. Yoruichi obviously knew Byakuya well enough to instantly pick the dress - or maybe she picked it for him? The thought disconcerted her.
"Doesn't it bother you how disrespectful he's being to you? Buying dresses for another woman?" She asked Yoruichi.
"No. He does as he pleases."
"So you're not his girlfriend?"
"Ha! He wishes!" Yoruichi laughed. "I've known Byakuya for many years, and it would never work. Soi Fong on the other hand..."
"I didn't need to know that." Rukia said under her breath. She'd had enough of this conversation and wanted to leave as soon as possible.
"Yoruichi-sama," Soi Fong hissed indignantly.
Rukia blushed a little, surprised that Soi Fong actually could speak. Though being a jilted ex-lover would somehow explain her attitude. Yoruichi in turn laughed some more, being the only one to find this awkward situation amusing.
"I can see why he likes you so much."
This made Rukia blush even harder. 'Byakuya - likes me?' No, she couldn't have heard correctly. How was Byakuya's behavior in any way, shape or form an indication that he liked...her? Yoruichi must've judged the dubious look on Rukia's face because she piped up again.
"You don't believe me? Oh trust me, I know. He just has a funny way of showing it. Between you and me, he probably doesn't even know it himself."
"It's not like that."
"If you say so." With her proverbial smile, then she brightened up even more. "Speak of the devil..."
Rukia followed Yoruichi's gaze to see Byakuya sauntering over. Speak of the devil indeed, and the devil looked very good. Dressed in a light blue collared shirt and black jeans with a silver belt hanging off his hips, he was every bit an Adonis. Rukia abruptly stopped herself from thinking such sexy thoughts, then she noticed that he was carrying a large paper bag.
Coming up to the trio of females, Byakuya handed the bag to Rukia.
"Bathrooms are to the left of the elevator." Eyeing her mildly, Rukia willed her reddened cheeks to fade.
"My aren't we presumptuous," Dripping with sarcasm. Nevertheless she took the bag, curiosity getting the better of her, and went off in the direction he mentioned. Rukia didn't bother to look back. The sooner she got this over and done with, the sooner she could go home to Shuhei. She mentally cringed again over what this was probably doing to him, and hoped to hell he wouldn't be too mad.
While Rukia was off busying herself, Byakuya turned his attention to Yoruichi and Soi Fong, the former unashamedly still present, and hardly looking like that was going to change in the near-future.
"An awful lot of trouble you're going to over one woman. Do I sense a strong connection between the two of you?"
"Shihoin, leave. I'm not about to tell you otherwise."
"Ha! You don't have to, Byakuya dear." Yoruichi got up. "Word of advice. She seems nice, and she likes you. Try not to be yourself and hurt her. I feel you'll regret it."
"Well meaning as usual." Byakuya was sorely tempted to roll his eyes, but he wasn't an eye-rolling man.
"Oh and one more thing... Maybe try talking instead of kidnapping... You might surprise yourself." Yoruichi finally took her leave. "You owe me!" Her joyful threat a painful promise. Soi Fong followed behind, not once looking Byakuya in the eye. A thousand Hells would pass before she would speak to him again.
In the bathroom, Rukia rummaged through the bag to find a change of clothes and her purse. On close inspection, her bike keys were still absent. Clenching her fist, she cursed under her breath. Obviously, Byakuya did that on purpose. Picking out the outfit, Rukia changed out of her dress and into the pastel blue blouse, white denim shorts and white leather crop jacket provided for her.
'He's dressing me now?!'
Disturbing, yet thoughtful. Rukia wasn't sure which emotion was stronger.
Returning back to the lobby, she was relieved to find Byakuya was by himself. This whole situation was beginning to do her head in. Noticing her presence, he stood up, silently appraising her with roving eyes.
"Thank you for the clothes, but I really must be going. Can I have my keys back, please?"
"No." Byakuya turned on his heel and walked off to the entrance.
"Excuse me?!" Gobsmacked, Rukia ran to catch up. Curse his long, fast strides.
"What part of 'no' are you unfamiliar with?"
"The part where you think you have a right to say 'no' in the first place!" She huffed.
"Must you always argue?" He murmured in her ear, one hand trailing her neck. "Or is there a way to silence you?"
'Kiss me...'
Rukia inwardly cursed herself. That comment made her think of something in the far etches of her mind, though she was loathe to admit it.
Byakuya handed her keys to the parking valet. "I am seeing you home. Non-negotiable."
"That makes no sense. You aren't actually going to drive me home on my bike?" Rukia was met with a bemused look until said motorbike reared up before them with the parking valet grinning from ear to ear.
"Do you have a death wish?" Byakuya once again looked displeased at yet another one of her lifestyle choices.
"There's nothing wrong with motorbikes. They're perfectly safe."
"Doubtful."
An idea formed in her head. "If you're afraid of motorbikes, you can give my keys back. After all, I can drive myself."
"Nice try."
"Control freak."
Byakuya hopped on the Yamaha TRX850 and gestured for Rukia to sit behind him. He of course was actually familiar with riding a motorbike. His own MVAgusta F4cc took a prime spot in his eight-car parking garage back at his family Mansion.
With dawning horror, Rukia realized she would have to hold onto control-freak Agent.
"Do I have to sit you down as well?" He smirked.
Rukia scowled, and took a deep breath. 'Alright, here goes... It's nothing...' Then she edged onto the bike, blushing horridly as she linked her arms around Byakuya's waist. She could feel his rock-hard abs through the fabric of his shirt. 'Oh my god...!'
"You're doing this on purpose."
"To ensure your safety, yes." Byakuya started the engine and drove off, quickly demonstrating he knew how to ride a motorbike.
"Figures."
He simply smirked again, as Rukia just shook her head. Why, Oh, Why did she listen to him?
Neither noticed the blinking light of a tracking device on the underside of the Yamaha's engine...
Triggered by a subliminal wave implanted in a video feed, the ignition code sequence started;
8-3-2-8-6-7.
In an abandoned container storage warehouse, the code-locked restraints on a mechanized gurney opened at the six digit pin prompt. The process of reanimation began, the forefront of biological wizardry. Limb by limb, Lisa woke. Long black hair swung past her shoulders and turquoise eyes gleamed fiercely in the subdued light. She had hoped to see her lover here, but he wasn't. No one was. Except her.
Standing upright, Lisa surveyed the room for some clothes, not at all surprised to find her Masters weren't accommodating.
"Perverts."
Still, checking herself all over, she was pleased to find that even naked, she was a fine specimen of the female body.
Focusing the power of her mind on the storage container around her, its entire structure began to rumble and vibrate, as if convulsing on itself. By rewriting the molecular density of the material, within seconds the aluminum cracked and exploded. Lisa walked out into the cool, open air, getting a feel of her bearings.
Now that she had woken up, there was no way she wanted to go back under. How much time had passed? In her mind's eye she could picture it like it was yesterday. At first she hated him, just like all the others, even Prodigy, her supposed match. The very sight of his dark auburn-colored hair reminded her of blood. Eyes silver like liquid metal. It disgusted her.
But in the end his quirky sense of humor won her over. And he regularly brought her josei Manga to read after she'd discovered her love of the erotic reading material by accident. A few times they even snuck out of the compound. As time went on, he became sadder and sadder, talking about how what he was doing wasn't making a difference - Right versus Wrong. His beliefs were shaken as the people he cared about were getting killed around him.
Then They found out.
In exchange for each other's lives, Lisa was forced to turn on her own kind while he was sent away to work undercover. She never saw him again.
...
A signal tracker alert sounded out in the Hub, waking Toshiro, who in turn roused Leader straight away. It had been three years since this particular alarm had gone off, and it wasn't welcome news. Quickly donning a robe, Isane stormed the halls waking everyone else while Leader went to see about the severity of the situation.
"Who is it?"
"Vector." Even as Toshiro said it, he wished it wasn't true.
"You're sure about this?"
"Her signal has been activated."
"Keep a lock on it." Leader looked up as the others came into the Hub. Everyone was soon present with the exception of Rukia. "Where's Hollow?"
Shuhei appeared despondent. He had expected her home much sooner. "She isn't back yet."
"Get her back here now."
"Yes Leader." Shuhei left to try Rukia's cellphone for the umpteenth time...
...
In good time, they made it to her turn off where home was located in Karakura Town, but Byakuya just kept driving.
"You passed the off-ramp."
"I know." He replied.
"Byakuya, turn around. I have to get home. Now." Rukia didn't need further delays.
Just as he was about to respond, her cellphone rang. Fishing it out of her shorts pocket, she answered. It was Shuhei.
"Oh thank god you finally answered. Where the hell have you been?!"
"Shu, I'm sorry. I'm on my way back now." For effect, Rukia ribbed Byakuya's back to emphasize her point that he turn around.
"I'm just glad you're safe. I've been ringing for ages, and kept getting your voice-"
The phone conversation ended abruptly when Byakuya yanked her phone out of her hand and hung up. She was livid.
"WHAT THE HELL?! I WAS TALKING!"
"Who to?" He said in a low voice.
"That's none of your business..."
"Rukia, who was it?" Byakuya repeated. He was fairly certain of the identity of the caller, but wanted her to say it. "Boyfriend?"
"Um...not exactly..."
Grinding to a screeching halt on the side of the road, Byakuya killed the engine.
"Define 'not exactly'."
Rukia calmly gazed back into hardened eyes. Why and how had they come to discussing this subject? She supposed she should've mentioned something before about Shuhei, but then again, the opportunity hadn't really arisen. Not to mention, the precarious nature of her relationship with Shu. What was she going to say?
"It's complicated." She whispered.
"You either have a boyfriend, or you don't. There's nothing complicated about it."
"Well what about you? You haven't told me if you have a girlfriend or not."
His expression narrowed. "You never asked. And that doesn't answer my question."
"What a copout!" Rukia yelled. "You never answer any of mine, so why should I answer yours?!"
"I don't have a girlfriend."
"Ohh..." Rukia was secretly pleased by this fact. Still, that didn't help her situation any. "His name is Shuhei Hisagi. You could say, he's my partner...and I suppose...we're promised to each other."
"Have you been with him?"
She frowned in confusion. "Why are you asking me this?"
"Because I want you to tell me." Byakuya held her face in his hands and stared directly into her large violet eyes. The very thought of her giving herself to another man killed him inside. He knew that was unfair of him - Up until two weeks ago, he'd forgotten Rukia's very existence. And she didn't even remember his...
"Answer me!"
"No..." She suddenly had the urge to cry, but she wouldn't. She didn't cry. "No. I haven't..."
"Is there some reason why not?"
"...I don't know..." And that was the honest truth. She didn't know. "You wouldn't understand. My life- Please...don't ask me anymore. It makes no difference."
Attention diverted, Byakuya drew Rukia into an embrace and whispered softly into her ear.
"You're going to have to trust me. Don't look, don't move. Just hold on."
Turning back around, he gunned the engine and drove away. Casting a flickering glance in the bike's side-view mirror, Byakuya sped up. Holding on, Rukia buried her head into the side of his neck to whisper back.
"What do we do now?"
"Follow my lead."
"Are you loaded?" She smirked.
"Always. Left side."
"So am I. Side compartment, by your right leg."
Swinging her foot forward to unclasp the pedal lock for one of many modifications to the Yamaha, Rukia felt around for Byakuya's gun. Kicking the gear up another notch, the bike roared faster.
"Lower."
She went lower, her hand wrapping around something firm and hard.
"Not that low," He growled.
"Really?" Rukia laughed into silky black locks.
"Rukia..."
"Ah, there it is." Latching on, she pulled the firearm out from his holster and stashed it down the front of her jean shorts. Remembering Byakuya's now constant use of her name, she pressed the question on her mind. "How do you know my name is Rukia?"
"It's my job to know." Came the reply.
He wasn't about to let on that the thing she had touched was the Golem figurine data key given to him by Yoshino. Nor was he going to tell her he'd known even before that - She had to figure it out on her own.
"Fine, don't tell me. I'm going to figure it out eventually."
"Good, I expect nothing less..."
Overhead the sun crept its way upwards, casting the dawn's early rays along the horizon.
Rukia had to give Byakuya some credit. He eased the Yamaha expertly, zig-zagging back and forth in between the morning traffic. She didn't know which direction he was heading for, but it didn't matter. Then the movement of two vehicles coming up way too fast behind them caught her eye in the mirror. A dark blue Chevrolet Camaro and a maroon Dodge Caliber were now hanging off their tail, weaving in and out to almost match their pattern.
"8 o'clock. 5 o'clock."
"I see them. Not yet."
"Pfft, just drive." Rukia chuckled.
Byakuya arched an eyebrow in an unseen smirk. "Says the Thief."
"I'll always have more manners than you."
Feinting a left turn, the Yamaha instead veered off on the right. Cutting across three cars including a 4WD, Byakuya steered off-course taking the off-ramp leading into the industrial district. Large warehouses and construction sites leading to the harbor and container storage yard site was coming up fast. An armor-clad motorcycle rider joined the fray at 11 o'clock, cutting across in front of them. Against his better judgement, Byakuya took a hard left. On their current route, they would soon get trapped at the docks.
Rangiku rapped on the door of Shuhei and Rukia's room to check up on their colleague's status. But after being allowed in, she took one good look at Shuhei's face and knew something was up.
"What's the matter? Did you get a hold of Rukia?"
Shuhei was already primed and ready to go. With the rogue survivor Vector out and about, he didn't trust Rukia would be safe until he saw it for himself. Three years ago before they'd escaped here from the organization and established a hideout for their resistance, Rukia had fought and supposedly killed Vector. But it had come at a price. Otherwise known as Lisa Yadomaru, the powerful dogsbody for Them, had turned against her own kind and was the main perpetrator for hunting the Project Ground survivors and eliminating them. Rukia had come away with barely an inch of her life, a nasty scar across her back and most of her memories erased.
What she had done for them, him and all the others, Shuhei had to make sure Vector didn't get to Rukia first.
"We got cut off. I think she's in trouble, so I'm going out to look for her. Make sure she's safe."
"I'm coming with you." For Rangiku it was a no-brainer.
"Alright, thanks." Shuhei walked over to the door, pulling it open only to find Renji and Ichigo fall face forward on the floor - Eavesdropping. Shaking his black hair, he gave the duo a quizzical smile. "I suppose you want to come as well?"
"Damn straight. You ain't even walking out of this room without me. You know I'd trek through Hell and back for baby girl," Renji shook himself up and grinned.
"Me too." Ichigo wanted in.
Rangiku was all over it. She couldn't justify this situation and separate Ichigo and Senna. "Sorry pretty boy, you stay here and watch over Senna. The three of us can handle finding Rukia."
"Rangiku's right, Ichigo. Besides Toshiro is going to need backup. This is Lisa we're talking about...and you know what happened last time..."
The orange-haired swordsman didn't much like it, but he understood. He had to put Senna first. She wasn't a fighter like Rukia or Rangiku was. To add fire to the flame, Prodigy and Vector were created as matches, but had never gotten along. Incompatible from the very beginning, Vector had instead developed an unhealthy attachment to one of the Security guards, who disappeared off the radar three years ago when Vector supposedly died.
"Okay, but find her quick, or I'm going to come out there and drag your sorry asses back here."
"Shut the fuck up, you wuss."
He silently appeared and shot the assailants. Rukia crashed to her knees. Spent. He popped them in the head to make certain of their deaths. Her lip was still smarting and she was so cold, having been drenched with icy cold water.
"What took you so long?" She smiled.
Byakuya picked her up and held her in a pair of strong arms. He regretted using her as bait.
"We are never doing that again, do you hear me." He murmured, holding on like it was his last.
"Fine, but it worked."
Byakuya smiled a rare smile. Shivering from the cold, small, perky breasts could be seen through her soaked blouse. He wanted to run his tongue over them and suck them whole. The bulge in his groin was becoming hard to ignore. Looking her over, he saw the cut on her lip.
"You're hurt."
"It's nothing." All she wanted to do right now was to crawl into his skin. Rukia could see the lustful look in his eye, and felt proud that it was her that was causing it. But she wanted to be sure.
"How about I thank you?"
"We should go. You'll catch a cold." His evasive answer came out as a low groan. There was no denying how much he wanted her.
"I don't want to go yet." Tightening her arms around his neck, she pressed her body in harder.
"Rukia, stop..."
"No..."
Byakuya grabbed onto Rukia's hands to forcibly stop her. Given half a chance, he wanted nothing more than to kiss, fuck and spank that nice ass of hers until she screamed, but there was still the question of a certain promised one. And Byakuya wasn't interested in a pity-fuck.
"This is dangerous."
"I know." Rukia could see his moral resolve give in over to lust under her own desire. "So shut up and kiss me."
Enough was enough. Why deny what was so clearly in front of them? To Hell with Them all...
Pulling her down onto the cold, hard metal floor, Byakuya cradled Rukia in his arms. Their lips met in passionate, crushing force. Tasting the sweet fruits of heavenly pleasure. Giving in never felt so good.
At the back of his mind he yearned... 'Remember me...'
...
Shuhei, Rangiku and Renji arrived at the Storage container docks, the last known tracking signal location where Lisa and Rukia were.
"Oi, isn't that your bike? I'd know it anywhere."
Renji caught sight of Reaper and Hollow's Yamaha turned over on its side. The back tyre was blown out and the metal chassis was scrapped up and bent. Not far the rear spoiler guard lay torn off by the wayside. From the wreckage it looked like Rukia had indeed met with trouble.
"Yes, it is." Shuhei, now on high alert, quickly scanned for any sign of his partner.
Suddenly Rangiku slammed up into the side of a container. Upon contact her body phased to mimic the hardened steel material, held there as if by an invisible force. Renji automatically picked up the Yamaha and launched it at the appearance of the intruder.
"Fools!"
Vector stopped the bike in mid-air, circumventing it on its side and redirected it at Shuhei with her telekinetic power. Caught unawares, Renji dashed in to save him, going into a skidding thud from the throwback. Pinned in between the motorbike and two conjoined storage containers, he too was held captive.
"Mirage. Brand. And Reaper. Is this your idea of a welcoming party?" With the stolen clothes of an unsuspecting student, Vector stood atop another storage container dressed in a teal and navy sailor fuku. Seeing Reaper pleased her indeed - She would enjoy taking his life as penance for what Hollow did to her.
Shuhei whipped his kusarigama off his back, and moved into an attack stance. "If you've hurt Hollow, I will carve you up."
"Strong words from the replacement. Does it annoy you to know that you'll always be second-best? I haven't seen her yet, but when I do, I will drop your dead body in front of her. We'll see if she mourns you a little."
"Not if I can help it..."
Author's Notes: I'm starting to get to the chapter I've been busting to write, and I hope a few questions are starting to get answered. Just a mention; I chose Lisa as Vector because of her physical attributes to follow along my common story thread. Since Lisa's Canon persona isn't really like how she is in this story please forgive my blatant OOCness of her character.
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