Remind Me

The smell of pancakes and bacon was what had Bickslow popped one eye open the next morning. The scent of home cooking was too much for his dreaming mind to withstand, and instead of being greeted by Freed's morning boot camp routine of whistle blowing and wake up exercises, Bickslow was greeted to the sight of a beautiful woman cracking open his bedroom door.

His totems sat quietly, the souls that possessed them rolling around in his mind instead of in the dolls, and Bickslow immediately heard one of them tease, "Should have cleaned!" Mentally, he scowled at the soul but adjusted until he rested on the headboard of his low lying, platform bed.

The beautiful woman with a mess of brunette spikes and waves gave him a shy smile. "H-Hi," she greeted. So far, she hadn't run screaming at the sight of his messy bedroom.

Pairs of pants were tossed carelessly onto the floor. Bickslow's visor was unstrapped from his head and sat on the black nightstand along with some particularly scandalous magazines. With such a good looking woman in his presence, Bickslow was surprised that she didn't make a comment of the bottle of lotion sitting next to some tissue paper.

Instead of being disturbed by the lack of care, Adamine smiled at him caringly.

"Uh. Hey," Bickslow finally mustered up. His hand subtly went out in a stretch and tossed his nude magazines behind the nightstand.

"Uh… I made breakfast. Would you like it in bed, or do you want to eat in the kitchen with Freed?" Adamine eased in a little closer, noticed the magazines on the floor, and picked them up. Her eyebrows rose up at the images in the magazine, but she didn't scold him for being a pervert like Evergreen would. Instead, Adamine just placed the magazines back where they had fallen from. "Human anatomy is pretty cool. Isn't it?" she enthused.

Bickslow's jaw dropped. "Yeah. Anatomy. It's real great." What. The. Hell. This woman didn't think anything of him having porno mags? Cool. After scratching the back of his head, Bickslow stated, "I'll eat in the kitchen. Uh. Thanks."

"No, problem. It's the least I could do for you for letting me stay over. If there's anything that you need, just holler for me. I owe you guys." She made an okay sign with her hands then flitted away after closing the bedroom door.

Bickslow was reeling from that comment even as his souls chimed his thoughts.

"Hot girl."

"Should have cleaned."

"Wouldn't mind you in bed."

He snickered at their comments then projected the little guys from his head and towards the dolls. Once they were floating around, Bickslow glanced down at himself. So, a really good looking and powerful woman had strolled right into his room while he laid there with morning wood. Again, cool. Because she hadn't seemed disturbed in the slightest. As a matter of fact, Bickslow didn't even think that she'd noticed.

With a wide grin Bickslow ran his hands through his wildly spiked hair then slung on a pair of black sweats before shuffling out into the hallway. In the short space Bickslow could see Adamine more fully.

She had somehow found the gag gift Bickslow had gotten Freed the day he'd moved in with the green haired mage. The frilly apron that read, "Kiss the cook" flitted about her body. Sometime between making breakfast and waking Bickslow up, Adamine had cleaned and dried the laundry.

In her hands was a pair of Bickslow's underwear. She folded it with a feminine care before placing it into a stack that was obviously his clothes before moving to a pair of Freed's pants. Freed appeared flustered when she set to folding his undergarments, but as he read a book while eating a plate of fluffy pancakes, he didn't seem too moved to make a statement. The stoner was trying to pull her weight for the guys. Bickslow felt kind of… glad. At least, she wouldn't be dead weight.

Once Adamine caught sight of Bickslow strolling in with his babies, she gave a grin that sent a strange warm feeling through his body. Odd memories flooded him like they had when he'd first met her. Suddenly instead of standing in his living room, Bickslow was sitting in a rundown house.

A pretty young girl stood behind a bar counter. Even though Bickslow couldn't remember her name, he knew that they were friends. She was wearing a short dress with big polka dots shaped like skulls on it. In her hair was a camouflage bandana that seemed oddly familiar.

She was flipping pieces of bacon while some tall man was making jokes about how she would make Bickslow a good wife someday. Both Bickslow and the girl turned a hot crimson at the comment, but when the strange girl's big, green eyes looked at him, a warmth filtered throughout his body so hard it nearly had Bickslow falling off the bar stool he was rocking on.

The bar stool caught on one of the ratty old wooden planks, and Bickslow would have crash landed had the girl not caught him by the wrist.

"The pancakes are on the counter with rest of breakfast," the girl stated in an oddly masculine, oddly familiar voice. "Hello, Bickslow. Earthland to Bickslow."

Bickslow blinked really hard a couple of times and was teleported back into his living room. Standing like a complete fool, Bickslow was staring holes into his and Freed's happy maid. Freed was sitting at the dinner table and raising a green brow at him.

After a slight shake of his head, Bickslow muttered, "Sorry. Just woke up." His babies cried, "Woke up!"

"Uh. Huh," Freed commented back. His green eyes were looking from Adamine to Bickslow, and after a short nod, he went back to his book.

Bickslow cast Freed a glower but couldn't help the way his crimson eyes strayed back to the little woman who had gone from folding clothes to towels. After fixing himself a plate of a smorgasbord of delicious comfort foods, Bickslow made a motion towards the refrigerator.

Adamine beat him to it. "No. No. Please, sit down. Let me take care of everything." Adamine's warm hands were on his bare shoulders in seconds, and that sense of familiarity flashed through Bickslow's head again. The fog was lifting even further.

Before he could get lost again, he snickered, "I think I can get used to having a maid around. Now, if you were in costume, it would be better." He allowed Adamine to sit him down in a chair.

"Costume?" she asked innocently.

"Yeah. A maid costume. You've seen 'em. Black and white with a frilly apron and knee socks," he teased further. His dolls starting singing about maid costumes, and Adamine glanced down at her attire briefly.

"Well, it could be nice if I had some clothing specifically for cleaning. Do you think you could find me one of those outfits, Bickslow?"

Ah, man. This was great. She was completely ignorant. Bickslow was loving this! Before he could make another comment, Freed snapped, "Stop harassing our new roommate."

Giving a subtle shrug, Bickslow set to the foods placed out in front of him. After explaining to Adamine how he wanted his coffee spiked, he had slammed through two plates. Damn, the slayer was a good cook. Surprise.

Bickslow was taking his first drink when he finally realized something. Adamine hadn't eaten. Her currently dainty hands were cleaning up Freed's dishes, and he asked, "Oi! Ain't you gunna eat anything?"

Adamine tilted her head at Bickslow. "Well, I could, but these dishes need to be cleaned and I need to put the laundry up." When Adamine left the counter to go back to the living room, Bickslow sent his dolls to form a blockade.

"Na. You gotta eat too. Sit down, so I won't feel so fat for eating by myself."

Freed cast Bickslow a surprised glance and snapped his book shut. Oh, great. He was over reading another situation. The green haired mage let a cunning grin slip up his face, and Freed set to drinking his orange juice while watching Adamine sit down between the two.

Bickslow's dolls danced happily around him, but there was one doll, the first one he'd ever gotten, that kept floating around Adamine. All of Bickslow's dolls had some amount of free will. The poltergeists had favorite places and people. They had small personalities which allowed Bickslow to know which was which, but there was something familiar about the way Peppe hovered around Adamine.

Again, his head was about to go off into La La Land for the third time in one morning, but this time he let himself do it, wanting to figure out more about his past.

She was here again. She was always showing up in places like this. If Bickslow ever needed to find her, all he would have to do was look for a body of water and a clearing where the moon hung heavy overhead. She loved the moon. Every time she drew, she would put it in her drawings. It was her trademark. Well, that and her camo.

Trying to sneak about, Bickslow slipped through the thick bushes in the woods. He and his totem were the perfect combination of silence while they crept in closer to the girl.

Today, she was wearing a short plaid skirt and white button up. Her legs were covered up in knee socks, and somewhere she'd taken her shoes off and hadn't put them back on. That was normal. She had a habit of dropping her shoes off to walk barefoot in the grass. She said it reminded her of her mother.

Even though, Bickslow kept creeping up on her. They had a prank war going on between them, and she had won the last battle. The crazy female had put glue in Bickslow's shampoo. After coating his hands thick with the substance, he'd run it through his spiky hair and gotten stuck. After shaving off the sides of his head, Bickslow had sworn to get her back. Today was that day. A pillow filled with feathers and a bucket full of honey said so.

Beaming like a madman, Bickslow climbed up a tree. Once in position, he caught sight of her face. Against the moonlight, she looked absolutely gorgeous even in her skimpy attire that totally said, "Screw me!" She tucked a lock of caramel hair behind her ears, and Bickslow caught sight of movement at her waist.

To his complete luck she unbuckled her belt to let her skirt flutter down to the grass. She shimmied out of her button up then slipped out of her knee socks. Once fully naked, she stretched her arms high to the sky. Bickslow suddenly felt moisture trailing down his upper lip, and quickly caught a droplet of blood before it could hit her.

The girl's head lifted. She sniffed the air curiously before raising a brow. With the goofiest grin he'd ever seen on a woman, the female spun on her heel to thrust her finger to her voyeur in the tree. "I thought it smelt like you!" she proclaimed.

The prankster of the century darted down to her backpack. After retrieving two cans of silly string, she blasted Bickslow in the face with the cool spray.

Not to be outdone, Bickslow let go of his bleeding nose to toss the gooey bucket of honey down on the girl he'd been hunting. As soon as she let out a cry of half humor half surprise, Bickslow ripped open the feather stuffed pillow. She let out another shriek, but Bickslow eagerly took his opportunity.

He leaped down from the tree limb with his nose still gushing blood and shoved the girl into the pond. Her hands snatched him last second, and the two of them went tumbling down in a splash of sticky, slimy goodness.

When their heads finally breeched the surface of the water, she cried, "Oh, I am so going to get revenge on your ass!"

Freed studied the entranced way his roommate was staring at the girl in front of him. He'd never seen Bickslow act so utterly goofy in front of a woman. The guy was usually so lewd that he didn't even take his own jokes seriously. Now, though, Bickslow was looking googlie eyed towards Adamine.

Hmm. He would have to address this with Evergreen. Evergreen had a love for romance. Perhaps, she would be interested in getting Bickslow into a relationship with Adamine. A sudden flash of spiky haired children with brown hair and jet black facial tattoos flashed through Freed's mind, and he had to stop himself before he shivered at the sight. Hopefully, they would inherit Adamine's good looks.

As a matter of fact… Freed glanced to the clock above the door. "Bickslow," Freed called. No response. "Bickslow." Again, no response. "Bickslow, will you please stop drooling over Adamine and listen to me."

Bickslow's eyes widened briefly before he snapped, "Oi! I wasn't drooling over anyone!" The flush across his tan skin said otherwise, but Freed decided against making a comment.

"Whatever you say, but we have more important business to attend to. I want to check the guild to see if there's a mission regarding portals or dragons so we can help Adamine." Freed finished the last of his orange juice, but Adamine swept it from him to quickly clean it along with her plates in the sink.

"Speaking of important business, Evergreen challenged me to a fight today," Adamine mentioned like she was talking about the weather. Freed and Bickslow's jaws dropped.

Ah! I adore Bickslow and Mina flashbacks. *cough* I think I may have an addiction. Oh, and I love Bix's pervy mind. It's wonderful. Really. Don't even deny it. You love it too.

Anywhoo, Thank you all for reading.

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