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Chapter Nine: Saturday: Kamikaze Madness

Anesthesia's Locker Room

"That bastard!" Colin yelled as he threw a chair across the room.

"Calm down," Anesthesia said dully. She had been hearing his gripes for some time now and frankly it was becoming a bother. "All you have to do is face a doll. What's the big deal?"

Colin stopped and glared at his mistress. "A… doll you say? A doll?" His body was shivering and the rage in his eyes was immediately felt by Anesthesia. "THIS DOLL, IS MODELED AFTER THE GREAT KAMIKAZE ROSE!" Anesthesia began to laugh, further fueling his anger. "THE HELL IS SO FUNNY!"

"You fool! This is a great time to see if that boy's doll actually does what he says it does."

"WHY WOULD I—"

Anesthesia slapped Colin across the face and let the action sink in before continuing. "It's better to test your own toys, than let others play with them. So just calm down, and go all out on her. Besides," a sly smirk came across her face. "What woman could possibly defeat the great Colin Fuduke?"

Colin thought about this, and then smiled arrogantly. "None," he knelt. "None but you, Lady Anesthesia."

"Remember it." She looked away and scowled. "I may just have to speed up the process with taming the Uzuki boy. He better pray that his toy works or else…"


GM's Office

For the last hour, all of the competitors had been flowing into Clive's office to get a drawing for the Tag Team Champion match slated for Bleeding Thorns. He sat patiently as he heard a knock at the door, obviously another competitor coming for the raffle.

"Come in," he responded. The door opened and two people entered that brought a bright smile to Mr. Richards' face. "Well what do you know, good ol' Ian Uzuki!" He got up and hugged his old friend briefly. "How have you been?"

"It's been rough," Ian admitted. "As soon as I schedule my first UFA Championship match, you decide to call in a favor that you know I can't refuse." Ian sighed thinking about it. "I'm not meant for the limelight you know. I'm supposed to work in the shadows or at least where millions of people can't see what I do."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but when I took this job on, I didn't like how it was being run." He sat down in his chair, and leaned on the desk with his elbows and his hands interlocked. "Everything seemed so fake, so scripted, especially within the last two years… I mean I know that the moves and injuries were real, but the crowd didn't. They thought that we were some average professional wrestling company that had everything preplanned. I didn't like it. When I first heard about Rumble Rose, about the greats like Kamikaze Rose… When I realized that I had an opportunity to bring back a little of the legitimacy they had brought to Rumble Roses, I had to do just that."

Ian looked at his old friend blankly for a few seconds then shook his head. "Didn't have to give me a background story." He then smiled and added, "But thanks Clive."

"No problem. Anyway, here for business?" Clive gestured to the jar filled with paper slips on his desk.

"I am but…" Ian looked at the jar inquisitively. "What's the deal? I thought that we were just supposed to randomly get our names called."

"Ah, but that's boring, and doesn't give the people the suspense I'm looking for," Clive said with a huge grin on his face. "It's nothing elaborate or anything, just pulls a number from the jar, and nothing more. When the time for the match comes, I'll randomly call out two numbers and that will be the first team. Then, after that I'll call two more numbers which will be the second team."

"I see, not a bad idea," Ian said as he drew a slip. He unfolded it and grinned. "Ah, my favorite number! Lucky number—"

"Don't tell me or I may not be partial," Clive interrupted. Ian made an apologetic gesture, which Clive playfully waved off. "Anyway, is this the young lady you told me about?"

"Right right, my bad. Clive, meet Divine Rose."

"The pleasure is mine," Divine Rose said bowing slightly.

"That voice… where have I—"

"Anyway, I can vouch for her skills," Ian boasted as Divine reached in and grabbed a slip for herself. "She may just have what it takes to become the next Rose of Roses"

"Everyone says that," Clive joked, but then a serious look came over him. "But something nostalgic about her is telling me that you may just be right."

Ian laughed inwardly. "Of course, I mean she IS a replica of a legendary Rose." "Well, we've got to go, KM starts in a few and she still needs to do some pre-match rituals."

"Understood. Good luck tonight to the both of you." The two of them nodded, turned and exited the office.


Ring Area

Minutes later, Kamikaze Madness had begun airing, and after the opening music, video package, and pyro, the titantron showed the two matches scheduled for the event: Colin versus a "mystery" opponent, which received a huge pop from the females in attendance, and the main event, Aisha versus Rikku Leighton, which had everyone buzzing in the arena. Not even the Roses or Thorns in the back knew about the altercation that had occurred between the two of them, so they couldn't figure out where all this animosity was coming from.

But even with that, the show got started immediately with the ring announcer getting in the ring and announcing "Your opening match is scheduled for one-fall…" "Becoming the Bull" by Atreyu began playing as Colin made his way to the ring. "On his way to the ring, weighting in at 198 pounds and standing at 6'2", currently residing in Los Angeles, California, from the United Kingdom, Colin Fuduke!"

He was greet by a high pitched pop as he got into the ring and pandered for the crowd. CAs soon as he was done, he asked for a mic and made a cutthroat gesture so his music would stop. More cheers began to flood over him, and when he tried to speak they got even louder. Colin smirked and said joyfully, "Is everyone having a good time tonight!" The crowd cheered just as loud as before. "No no no, I don't think you all heard me, is everyone having a good time tonight!" The crowd got even louder with their affirmative cheers. "Well good, because I'm not." Colin's tone was suddenly sour, which shocked the fans. "I have some grievances. Can I air out my grievances?"

A resounding "YES!" erupted from the crowd.

"Ok then, my debut is a curtain jerker to an unnecessary event that doesn't hype up any of the matches for the pay-per-view."

"WHAT?"

"I also have to face a 'mystery' opponent who probably won't be a regular Rose."

"WHAT?"

"The ring announcer didn't add on my nickname 'The Adonis'."

"WHAT?"

"You people continue to chant 'what?' as if we're at a lame-ass WW*bleep* Event." The crowd booed at the mention of the promoter's name, which tickled Colin. "But there is a positive," he said on a lighter note.

"WHAT?"

"Apparently some members of the audience have seen me before, perhaps in one of the recent issues of Playgirl magazine?" High pitched cheers, almost screeches, exploded from the crowd and carried on for quite a while. They were so loud that they were actually getting picked up on Colin's mic and he was forced to turn it off until it died down a little.

"Well thank you," Colin said while semi bowing to the crowd. "You know, it's those people who convince me that women are inferior to men." A hailstorm of boos were directed at Colin, but to no avail. "You wanna boo me? You should boo yourselves. There isn't a single woman in the crowd, or watching at home that could possibly beat me in a match. And I'll extend that, there isn't a single Rose in the back that could possibly beat me in a—"

Suddenly "My Rose" began to play interrupted Colin and a blonde headed Rose stormed to the ring, jumped over the ropes, and started showing off to the crowd on the turnbuckles. "And his opponent," the ring announcer happily announced, "Origin Unknown, please welcome, Divine Rose!" Cheers flooded the arena, not because they liked or knew the newcomer, but because her arrival was able to shut Colin up.

The ref waited for Divine to face Colin, then sounded for the bell. Divine immediately went toward Colin and stuck out her hand in an act of sportsmanship, but Colin just swatted it away.


Announcer's Table

Mickey Cal: An act of sportsmanship from this Divine Rose. Crash, when's the last time you've seen this happen prior to a match?

Crash: I don't know about you, but I'm surprised that Colin didn't take her hand and counter with a submission. Anyway, Divine's gotta get rid of that old school mentality. We're in the 2000s baby!


Back to the Action

The two competitors locked up and it was Colin who got the advantage with a knee to the midsection, followed by a forearm to the face. He went for a short clothesline, but Divine ducked under it and got behind Colin and quickly executed a dragon suplex with a bridge pinning Colin to the mat. After barely getting a one count, the two competitors got to their feet and locked up once more, with Colin again getting the upper hand by pulling Divine forward and kneeing her midsection with his left knee, then pulling her head down onto his right knee. The crowd booed his actions but Colin shrugged them off. While Divine grabbed at her head in pain, Colin cockily sat on her and told the ref to count, but she kicked out before the ref could get into position. Back on their feet, they tied up again, but this time Divine took the advantage with a slap to Colin's face followed by a straight right, and a toe kick to the gut that reeled him over. She then placed his head between her legs, applied a double underhook, and jumped while turning 180o driving Colin headfirst to the mat.


Announcer's Table

Mickey Cal: Great offense by Divine here, culminating in an inverted double underhook facebuster.

Crash: Maybe this chick can go, but I already thought so.


Back to the Action

Before Colin can get to his feet, Divine lifts his right knee high of the mat then fiercely slams it down causing him to grab his knee. She quickly goes for a pin, which Colin quickly kicks out of, then she pulls Colin's left arm until he's up in a seated position then she steps over it spins until she's facing him grabs his other arm, then falls to the mat with her knee in his throat, while wrenching both arms toward her. Colin tried to break out of the move, but to no avail.


Announcer's Table

Crash: Colin's gotta tap. I've seen that move applied before, and never have I seen it more expertly applied than it is right now.

Mickey Cal: But he can't Crash. She's got his arm, and her knee is chocking him. He can't tap, say that he gives up, and the ref can't lift his hand up if he passes out! Isn't this illegal?


Back to the Action

Illegal or not, the ref doesn't reprimand Divine Rose and she continues the pressure on Colin's arms and throat. After thirty seconds of being in the hold, his struggling eased up and all but stopped, but Divine wasn't going to let up until she heard the ref sound the bell. The referee seeing that Colin was unconscious instinctively tried to lift his arms three times, but quickly realized that Divine had them both and wasn't about to let go. So he tapped Colin on the head slowly three times then shouted "One!" He went back and tapped Colin again but nothing, "Two!" The crowd loved it and cheers for Divine Rose erupted everywhere. They wanted this arrogant misogynistic man to lose, and it looked like they were about to get their wish. The ref went to Colin a third time, but before he could tap him, Colin's eyelids flickered open and he began struggling once more.


Announcer's Table

Crash: Tenacity. This Colin fellow may have a mouth on him, but these two competitors definitely have a boatload of tenacity.


Back to the Action

Colin continued to struggle and was able to get one knee up, then another. He got into a seated position while still tied up in the submission, and with a mass of power lifted Divine up and slammed her into the mat. However, she didn't break the hold; in fact her grip didn't even alter the slightest. Desperation was beginning to set in and Colin mustered up all his strength, raised Divine Rose as high as he could, which caused him to be further choked, and slammed her to the mat. This time her head whiplashed off the mat and she released the hold.


Announcer's Table

Mickey Cal: What was that you were saying about tenacity partner?

Crash: I wish these two had debuted sooner! What else does Mr. Richards have in store for us?


Back to the Action

With both wrestlers down on the mat the ref began the ten count. "1… 2… 3… 4…" Colin had begun to stir, but Divine was still laid out on her back. "5… 6… 7…" Colin chad crawled to the bottom ropes, but when he tried to pull himself up, his arms gave out. Meanwhile, Divine was still motionless. "8… 9…" Suddenly, Divine did a kip up and was back to her feet looking refreshed while Colin still struggled to get to his feet. Divine then pulled the prone Colin to the center of the ring and repeatedly delivered knees to his back until he let out audible screams in pain.


Announcer's Table

Crash: This ain't tenacity anymore folks. This is a big dose of 'ruthless aggression'!


Back to the Action

Neck, back, both arms, and his right knee, Divine Rose up until this point has all but dismantled now not so arrogant Colin. She kicked him over onto his back, looked at the turnbuckle and raised one finger into the sky signaling that she was going to take flight. The crowd loving every minute of this cheered as she went to the top turnbuckle and they waited in anticipation for what would happen next.

Standing, lurking above her opponent, a quick grin came to Divine Rose's face, but it didn't last long. She turned to face the crowd then jumped back and executed a corkscrew moonsault splash on Colin that almost crushed his midsection and upon contact she hooked his outside leg for the pin. "1… 2… 3!" The ref called for the bell and silence enshrouded the arena briefly before shrieks of applause almost tore the roof down.


Announcer's Table

Mickey Cal: After a hard fought match, Noble Rose is able to deliver a hellacious Extreme Phantasm off the top—

Crash: Divine Rose, not Noble Rose you dolt. But yeah, what is this new girl thinking stealing a veteran's move like that?


Locker Room

Aisha sat glued to the television and when the match was over she wasn't surprised the in the least. However, there was one thing that bothered her about this Divine Rose. "Where on Earth have I seen her before…" At that moment Dixie entered the room looking as though a fire had been lit under her. She couldn't help but ask her old friend, "What's got you so riled up hick?"

Dixie spotted Aisha and came over with a goofy grin on her face. "Hee hee, I don't know shug. That gal's got me all… Heh, I don't know, excited!" She started punching the air enthusiastically. "I haven't felt this way since before I was preparing to fight Reiko for the first time. I'm pumped Aisha, I really am!"

"I-I see," Aisha said awkwardly with an equally awkward smile on her face, but Dixie didn't notice.

"But enough 'bout that, what's up with you and Rikku?"

"Oh her," Aisha said dryly. "She's just annoying. Imma put her in her place, I reckon—!" She covered her mouth quickly and glared at Dixie who was now smiling mischievously. "What!"

"So she's got you this frilled up huh, you let the pop star act drop for a moment."

"Shut up!" Aisha said heatedly as she got into Dixie's face, but her anger soon subsided and she leaned against her dear friend. "Do you think I've 'fizzed' out?"

"Where's this coming from shug?" Dixie's eyebrows rose. "I thought your records were still at the top of the—"

"Not that… I'll always have my singing to fall back on," Aisha admitted. She wanted to open up more to her friend but knew it was impossible right now. Now, she just needed an honest opinion. "My in ring ability… Is this Rose shriveling up?"

Dixie pulled away from Aisha and looked her dead in the eye. Aisha looked tired, no, she looked more drained than anything. "Are you serious right? You, the rough and tough'n pop star with one of the bes' right I've ever seen't is asking me if you've 'fizzed' out? Really?"

"Ha, you're right. It was stupid of me." Aisha slapped both of her cheeks and pushed Dixie away. Struggling to sound like her usual self, she said, "Well I can't be worrying about this now, I've got a match coming up!" She waved bye to Dixie and headed to leave the locker room, but stopped at the door. Without turning around she said in a lowered voice, "Thanks… Dixie." When the door closed behind her, Aisha realized where she had seen Divine Rose before. "Damn it Anesthesia, after Rikku looks like I'll have to deal with you."


Ring Area

The crowd was still buzzing due to Divine Rose's victory that many in attendance didn't even pay attention to the few video packages that were played in order to hype up Bleeding Thorns. It wasn't until the ring announcer got back into the ring to announce the next match that the crowd settled down… slightly. "The following contest is your main event for Kamikaze Madness and is set for one fall!" "Salty Dog" by Flogging Molly blared throughout the arena. And the blonde haired Brit jubilantly made her way down to the ring. She entered the ring and sat in a corner patiently waiting for her opponent. "Currently in the ring, weighing in at 124 pounds and standing at 5 feet 7 inches, from London, England, Rose of the Seven Seas, Rikku Leighton!" The crowd cheered mildly for Rikku, but Rikku wanted more. She began pandering to the crowd and loved it when her actions got her more applause.

"Fate" began playing, Aisha came down the ramp, and the crowd really came alive. "And her opponent, weighing in at 140 pounds and standing at 5 feet 11 inches, from San Antonio, Texas, Dancin' Sista No. 1, Aisha!"

Aisha skipped her entrance dance again, and made a beeline to the ring. The males in the crowd booed mildly, but Aisha didn't let it get to her. Once inside the squared circle, she shoved the newcomer to the ground.

"You shouldn't have gotten this Texan riled up," Aisha said coolly. "Now you've got to dance with the best. That's an instant loss for you, girl."

Rikku looked up at Aisha with a snide smile. "If that be yer way ah sealin' yer own coffin, I'll oblige."

Rikku got to her feet and the match was on. From the start, the two of them traded blows, Aisha with the more powerful and accurate shots, Rikku with the faster and more numerous ones. It wasn't until Aisha parried one of Rikku's punches and followed up with a double knee facebuster that the match had any semblance of a wrestling match and not a punch fest. Aisha then mounted her opponent and delivered 5 alternating shots to the side of the head. She then went for the quick cover. "1… tw-"


Announcer's Table

Mickey Cal: See here Crash, Aisha knows that she's not going to with just this. She's trying to make her opponent wear themselves-

Crash: Quit talking idiot. There's an exciting match going on and you're ruining it.


Back to the Action

Aisha helped Rikku to her knees and slapped her hard in the face before delivering two alternating kicks to the sides of her head, followed by an axe kick, and lastly a back kick to Rikku's jaw that shot her backwards and back to the mat garnering cheers from the crowd. While Rikku was slightly dazed, and reeling in pain, Aisha bent down next to her and taunted, "Does it still look like this rose has 'fizzed' out?"


Announcer's Table

Mickey Cal: And a little bit of jaw jacking from the pop star as this heated wrestling match continues.

Crash: This ain't a wrestling match, it's a damn barn burner, a nosebreaker, hell it may damn well be an all-out slobberknocker if Aisha can keep up this beating.


Back to the Action

Aisha reached to bring Rikku to her feet, however Rikku despite being still shaken by the combo, had the presence of mind to hook Aisha into a small package pin. "1… tw-" Aisha kicked out of the pin and as soon as she got to her feet immediately caught Rikku with a running Shining Wizard and a quick lateral press. "1… 2…"Rikku kicked out as the ref's hand was going up for three, but Aisha didn't give her room to breathe. After rolling Rikku to her back, Aisha lifted Rikku's right leg up and drilled it to the mat thrice, delivering an elbow drop to the back of the knee concurrently the third time. She then did a soccer kick to Rikku's stomach that flipped her onto her back, and Aisha went to work on Rikku's right arm, delivering several knee drops to it. Aisha went for a quick cover, "1… t-" but Rikku kicked out before two. However, this didn't faze the pop star as she went back to work on Rikku's arm immediately with a cross arm.


Announcer's Table

Mickey Cal: And now Aisha's show the fan's why she's a two-time Rose of Roses champion.

Crash: Not for nothing, this "Dancin' Sista" is a bona fide technician in the ring… that tends to just beat the dog shit out of her opponents. And it seems like we're getting a bit of them both here tonight.


Back to the Action

Aisha had Rikku in the submission hold for almost a minute now and try as she might, she couldn't get to the ropes and she didn't know a counter to this. "Who's 'fizzed' out now?" Aisha taunted as she wrenched Rikku's wrist upwards and ignored the cries of pain that resulted. "Give it up new girl. If you don't, I'll make it so that you don't wrestle for weeks! Talk about a debut." She wrenched Rikku's wrist again, and through the screams saw Rikku about to tap, when she finally released the hold to the crowd's amazement.


Announcer's Table

Mickey Cal: Not a smart move on Aisha's behalf. I wonder what's going through her mind?

Crash: Through we can say this is a clinic, that's not what Aisha wants. I think she wants to put a little more of a hurting on this girl before the match is over.


Back to the Action

The Roses got back to a vertical basis and Aisha ran at Rikku with a clothesline, but the English-born Rose duck it and quickly got behind the veteran before she could recover and instinctively executed a quick belly-to-back suplex that probably caused Rikku more pain than it did Aisha. After getting some feeling back in her right arm, Rikku started to get up and noticed that Aisha was still laid out so she crawled to the cover. "1… 2…" Aisha kicked out with authority and quickly got to her feet.

Aisha slapped herself in the face. "Concentrate. I shouldn't be getting caught off guard like that." But perhaps she hit herself a little too hard as she rubbed her cheek to soothe it. Now Leighton was up, and the two of them once again locked up. Aisha quickly got the advantage by kicking Rikku's right knee out from under her, and then following with a snap DDT.


Announcer's Table

Mickey Cal: Aisha's been targeting three specific body parts the whole match. I wonder when she'll slap on her Lethal Move and try to end this thing.


Back to the Action

Aisha looked down at the reeling Rikku and shook her head sadly and taunted, "So this is all you've got? I'll teach you that there's always somebody better than you." The pop star waited for Rikku to get to knee before applying a crucifix on her, which took the newcomer to the ground, and then continuously bashing Rikku in the side of the head with her elbow. Knowing the end was near the crowd began shouting the number of blows it would take before Rikku tapped. "1!...2!...3! …4!...5!...6!...Sev!-" Rikku unable to bare the pain any longer, cried in defeat as she tapped out to Aisha's onslaught of elbows. The ref called for the bell and the crowd went off as they cheered the number one pop star in the world.


Announcer's Table

Mickey Cal: And the San Antonian gets a decisive victory over the feisty Englander.

Crash: Decisive's not the right word. That was a clinic on how to pic an opponent apart and injure them.

Mickey Cal: Rough debut matches for both Colin and Rikku tonight, but welcome to Rumble Roses. Hopefully Ian Uzuki won't have the same luck in his first match at the top of Bleeding Thorns, which stars in a-


Ring Area

Aisha looked down at Rikku who was just starting to get to her feet. Annoyed that the match had gone so easily she yelled, "Are you done provoking me? You don't want your first feud in Rumble Roses to be with me, you won't have any arms left."

"I-I know," she said meekly.

"So that's how it's gonna… wait, what?" Aisha looked at this girl quizzically. "Wait, didn't you want this?"

Rikku completely stood up and massaged her shoulder. "I… I know. But, I 'ad to Miss. If I din't, the nightingale…" She paused then shook her head. "Nev'amind mate. Great match." She bowed apologetically and uneasily left Aisha in the ring alone.

"Nightingale?" Aisha trembled uncontrollably with anger as she quickly realized who was behind this. Prepared to get to the bottom of the situation, Aisha left the ring and sprinted to the back stage area.


Locker Room

With the television now running advertisements to fill up the few minutes left until Bleeding Thorns, Ian looked toward Divine Rose and smiled. When her match ended, Divine had sought him out and when she found Ian in the locker room, she sat arms cross on one of the benches behind him and conversed with anyone who wanted to talk to her. His enthusiasm came from the Divine Rose's ease in talking to the various Roses that came up to her. "I know that I tried to make her as lifelike as possible, but I never imagined her to be THIS human." He saw her wave bye to the anxious Dixie, who talked to Divine for the better half of Aisha's match, and was going to go over to her when she was approached by someone completely unexpected.

"So you're Divine Rose?" the Rose asked dryly.

"And you're the Rose of Roses. Hinomoto Reiko, correct?" Divine responded blandly.

"Reiko's fine," she said with a bitter smile. "Tell me, do you know Noble Rose?"

"She's your sister, Fujiko right? That would make her also Evil Rose." A smile came to Divine's face. "She's one of the better Roses in the company, I'd love to—"

"Cut the crap!" Reiko lashed out, grabbing Divine's shoulders. "How did you fight like Fujiko? Did she train you? Where is she?"

Tears were forming in Reiko's eyes, and Ian knew it was time to intervene. He got up and put a hand on Reiko's shoulder and said, "Listen, I showed her some tapes of your sister and she asked me if it was okay to mimic her. Kind of like a tribute, but also to draw her out."

Reiko rubbed her eyes and looked from Ian to Divine. "Is this true?"

Behind Reiko's head Ian nodded furiously. "Yes… it's as Ian said," Divine concurred. "I watched some tapes that had Noble Rose going against… Great Khan and Mistress. She's great your sister, I'd love to fight her."

Reiko hung her head for a second, and then said more upbeat, "Well, that's good to know. I've… I've got a match to prepare myself for, excuse me." She looked at Ian, gave him a slight nod, and then left the locker room.

"Good grief," Ian sighed. He looked around the room and saw Makoto across the room talking to Candy Cane and Michiro. He went over to Divine Rose, and his eyes couldn't hide how proud he was of her. He blinked his eyes a few times, and then patted her approvingly on the head. "You can lie?" he asked in a hushed voice.

"Can't you," she said just as low with a smirk on her face.

"What the hell was that Uzuki!" yelled a voice near the door. Ian and Divine Rose looked to the door and saw Colin there heaving angrily.

"It was a good debut wasn't it?" Ian said innocently. "Well, maybe not for you but—" Colin caught Ian in the jaw with a sudden right hook, which surprised Ian more than it hurt. Divine Rose started to get up and retaliate but Ian stuck out his arm. "Not now."

"But he—" she started.

"Not now," Ian repeated and Divine Rose sat down in a huff. "Listen Colin, I have a match tonight. Any personal issues you have with me should be conveyed through your master."

"Why you—"

Ian grabbed Colin by the throat and pushed him against the wall. "I'm not anyone's dog. I also don't talk to dogs. So if you have a problem with me, go through your master like a good little doggy or else next time I'll—"

"You'll let my associate go is what you'll do." Ian turned his head and saw the saucy Anesthesia standing near the door with her arms crossed and an annoyed look on her face. "Do hurry it up. I'm not in the mood to put anyone in the morgue. Or would you like the little kitties here to know the truth?"

Ian flinched, remembering his place. "The only truth here is that you're a cruel wicked bitch." He tightened his grip on Colin for a moment before releasing him. "Tell your dog that I want nothing to do with him, and that he'd better not jump at me again."

A sly smirk flashed on Anesthesia's face. "Keep up the barking, you know where it'll get you. Come Colin let's go." She left the room, and Colin, more injured than he had entered, trailed behind her.

Ian waited a few moments before punching the wall in anger. He quickly calmed himself, and when he turned to exit the room, Michiro, Makoto, and Divine Rose stood before him looking worried. "It's nothing, it's nothing." He looked into Michiro then Makoto's eyes and swallowed his guilt. "It's nothing…" Pushing past them he exited the room but not before he swore he heard one of them call his name.


A/N: I was thinking about splitting this into two chapters, but I feel like the actual PPV will take 1.5-2.5 chapters and I didn't feel like having more than 4 (hopefully only 3) chapters dedicated to a single day. Also, I really don't like asking for reviews, but if possible can I get some input on whether or not this chapter is up to par with my previous chapters. (either way, I'll try to get another chapter out as soon as I can).