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*Sniff Sniff*
His nose twitched at the weird smell. When he got a whiff of it the first thing that came to his mind was…a fresh batch of oven cookies. Then he sniffed it and he got more hints. The ideas varied from a skunk spray to something hot and herbal…It all pieced together and then he started sparking up theories, like…they were probably at a local herbal shop or at a botanical garden. Yeah that was right. The smell was nature-related. And kinda spicy too.
A pair of mystifying red eyes opened and he scanned the current environment. According to what he saw, apparently, they were still in a grassy field, sleeping. He was also the first one to wake up.
Then he remembered…the smell. Where the hell it was wafting from?
And that's when he forgot to look up and he saw an old black man standing in front of him, smoking. Once the old geezer checked to see if he was awake, which he did, he grinned, showing some of his teeth, which wasn't much to be honest, plus it was yellow and dirty and had a huge-ass gap between his front teeth, similar to Spirit's only this time is due to the mishaps of aging.
His face was all wrinkly and he had cataracts. The guy pretty much looked like a really old Morgan Freeman but with dreadlocks. Since the old man was topless the white grayish hairs on his chest were also noticeable, followed by some raggedy torn up jeans and sandals made out of straw.
"Uh…good morning?" He raised an eyebrow bewilderedly.
"Hello." He took one more hit from his cigarette and dumped the remains on the grass.
In the distance he could hear the birds chirp, a sign that it was still morning.
"Eh-hem…who are you?"
The old man feigned offense. "Who ar' you?" His voice was deep, rough and senescent. With an undertone of noticeable Caribbean accent.
"No it was me who asked you 'Who are you'?"
"Den who ar' you?"
Ugh, the old man was getting on his nerves. He was probably senile.
He decided to change the subject.
"My name is Soul. My friends and I are lost. We…are…supposed…to be…in…Ocho Rios." He said, stretching each word slowly for the old man to comprehend even using a bit of sign language as well.
"Oh…I see. Little Ochi is it?" He grinned again.
Soul nodded vehemently.
By then almost everyone were awake.
"What the hell is that smell?" Black Star asked groggily, his demon blade partner sitting up to rub at her eyes sleepily.
"That." Maka replied, pointing at the cigarette fuming held between his right index finger and middle finger.
"Dude. Is that weed?" The ninja meister asked again, dumb-founded.
The mention of weed brought everyone fully awake to their senses.
She shook her head and tapped Soul beside her. "Um…anyways who is that guy?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. That's what I've been asking him."
She cleared her throat and addressed her voice towards the old man. "Excuse me. Do you know if there's any way you can help us get to Ocho Rios as quickly as possible?"
He whipped his head towards her and smiled broadly. "Why yes of course sweetie."
Suppressing the urge to grimace she smiled back. "Oh thank you so much, Sir."
He glanced at each and every one of them, taking in their appearances. They seemed bizarre to him. One was dressed up as a Harry Potter chick, another one had blue hair, his companion had a weird hairstyle and outfit, the other one with pink hair and almost looked like a girl, one was an albino with sharp teeth, and one had black hair with uneven white stripes in it while the other two were dressed up as western cowgirl chicks.
The only normal one was the one wearing the Harry Potter uniform.
Also, Stripes looked like one of those posh types of people so he must be loaded. That tux must've cost a fortune. He mentally smirked. Money, money, money.
He nodded. "Well…ya'll wanna go a Ochi, am I right?"
Once he got their nods in approval he gestured for them to follow him. They slowly stood up and hesitantly walked behind him, baggage in hand, wiping out the dirt and grass on their clothes.
On the way he dumped his cigarette onto the ground and he led them towards his old 1953 Chevrolet pickup truck, parked near the main highway.
"This a mi ride." He said with a sheepish grin.
More like a shitbox…Soul thought.
The others scrutinized the pickup truck. It was dark red, slightly rusty with use, the tires seeming to deflate themselves the more it was exerted and was covered in dirt. Not to mention it didn't have any windows let alone air conditioning.
Kid wrinkled his nose in disgust and Maka seemed to be skeptic about the whole idea.
"I don't think we're all gonna fit in that thing." Liz noted.
The old man shook his head. "No no no! You all go in the bed, I drive the truck!" As he said this, his eyes started to turn bloodshot from the buzz.
"What about our luggage?" Maka asked.
Then they noticed the pickup truck's bed, which was long enough for at least five people to fit in.
"I'll sit outside." Black Star offered. Without warning he tossed his luggage towards the bed, climbed up the tray and leaned comfortably against the wall.
The others looked at him strangely but then Soul shrugged, grabbed his suitcase and climbed up as well, sitting next to Black Star.
Crona took his suitcase, hesitantly climbed up and motioned for Kid to climb also but the young grim reaper looked away and refused. All it took was a little push from Liz's part and he clambered up towards them thanks to Patty hauling his legs up the platform and shoving him to sit right next to Crona, tossing him his suitcase as well. He glared at his two weapons from where he was at.
Then the girls got in the pickup truck while the old man got in the driver's seat. Each one of them had to hold on to their luggage. Suddenly another old man came in and he laughed at his friend when he saw the glazed look in his bloodshot eyes.
"Vishon you're not supposed to drive when you're high mah old friend!" He let out a huge belly laugh while the girls, save Patty, gawked at the both of them. The sudden appearance of his friend caught them off guard.
"Yeah…you're right Angelo." They both got out of the truck and changed seats.
Angelo looked behind his seat and saw the girls. He grinned, showing his missing teeth. "Hello."
Despite feeling a bit scared they waved back nonetheless. Some of the guys behind the girls whipped their heads to glance at Angelo through the windowless panel separating the inside of the truck with the outside.
"Why do I get the feeling we're gonna get raped?" Liz whispered.
"Maybe because we're in some stranger's car?" Maka whispered back.
Angelo inserted his friend's keys into the ignition, starting the truck. He tried to move it up the hill towards the main highway but the shitbox of a truck seemed to groan in refusal.
He stomped on the gas pedal and the truck groaned some more. Vishon glanced behind his seat and called out to the guys sitting in the bed. They whipped their heads towards him.
"Can ya'll give de truck a likkle push please?"
From where he was at, Soul nodded and dropped down from the tray followed by Black Star and using all their strength and force, pushed the pickup truck up the hill, along with Angelo stepping on the gas pedal and they managed to clamber the whole thing up and they were finally on the main highway.
Soul and Black Star quickly got in the bed before the truck started moving steadily on the road.
Angelo picked up the pace but the truck had a speed limit of less than 30 mph. But it was enough for him to drive steadily. The wind blowing from outside was enough to cool down the heat inside the truck since it didn't provide air conditioning. Tsubaki stuck her head out the window to take in the fresh air.
Vishon glanced at the huge suitcase that Maka had to hold on to. "Do you want me to hold your luggage?" He offered.
The scythe technician wanted to say no but her kind friend said "Of course thank you so much!"
Maka sat there stunned while Vishon reached over to grab at her own suitcase and using all the strength in his body, hauled them up and positioned them in front of his feet, occupying the entire space. At least the ashy blonde had more space. She mentally scolded Tsubaki for being so damn polite.
Unbeknownst to her, he zipped it open to reveal a small portion of what was inside and he reached in and felt his hand around until he felt something soft and pulled it out, revealing Maka's Victoria Secret pink underwear. He grinned to himself and tucked it in his jean pocket. His friend smirked.
Now all that's left to do is to steal from Stripe boy. He adjusted the rear view mirror in order to get a nice glimpse of Tsubaki's cleavage.
As he drove, Vishon thought to make conversation with the girls. "So where y'all from?" He asked, still feeling buzzed.
Nobody said anything at first.
"We're from Death City!" Patty chimed in.
"Oh and where is dat?" He inquired.
"It's in the desert!" She said naively.
Since there was no window separating them from the guys, they could hear the obvious conversation between Patty and Vishon. Also because for every question the old man asked Patty screamed out an answer.
"…I love giraffes! Did you know giraffes are my most favorite things in the world? Oh and they're so cool! I keep making paper figures of them when I'm bored and I have a thousand giraffe plush toys in my room! I have small ones, big ones, fat ones, skinny ones, baby ones, tall ones…" She rambled.
Patty shut up…Liz mentally rebuked.
This is gonna be a long ride…Maka thought in exhaustion.
One Hour later…
They managed to arrive in Ocho Rios, a town surrounded by pure vegetation, common trees were clustered together, blocking out the sunlight and the roads were narrower and small houses were everywhere. It was more rural and remote; nevertheless it had its fair share of resorts just as much as Montego Bay.
Patty managed to shut up and the guys were getting bored from waiting too long outside the truck, sitting tightly together while the girls (except for Patty) avoided all means of conversation from the two strangers and were just waiting to get out so that nothing bad would happen to them.
It was then that Angelo spoke up.
"So where ya'll headed exactly?"
"Riu Resort." Liz replied.
He went north towards the area where most of the resorts were situated until the pickup truck pulled over noisily, dark smoke steaming out from the pipes, right in front of the resort's main entrance, causing some of the elder sophisticated tourists to chuckle amusedly. Of course it would be amusing to see a really poor old-fashioned pickup truck parked in front of a grand entrance to a high-class resort…
Once the truck halted to a stop the guys grabbed their baggage and dropped down from the platform and the girls hurried outside. Vishon gave Maka her suitcase back and she had a nagging feeling that he stole something from her.
The old man remembered something that Patty mentioned and it was that her meister was obsessed with symmetry and he formulated a plan while they were on the road.
He walked over to Kid and complimented his suit, saying that it was the most symmetrical piece of clothing he has ever seen in his life, causing his golden eyes to gleam in appreciation and as he started rambling on how much time was spent to make the suit symmetrical and perfect he managed to ease his wallet out from his pant pocket while he was distracted to see how much cash was on him.
The others were chatting amiably and Kid was still rambling while the old man grinned at the amount of one hundred dollar bills there was in his wallet and took ten dollar bills of 100, stuffing it all in his other jean pocket.
Tsubaki and Patty waved good-bye while the two old geezers got in the pickup truck as fast as they could and drove away so they wouldn't draw too much attention to themselves. On the way his friend congratulated him on the steal and he took out Maka's panty, sniffing the insides deeply and sighed. It was used.
The girls were happy to have finally arrived, for the ride was unbearable, what with the two creepy old geezers, the weed stench, the heat inside the truck, sitting tightly together in an uncomfortable way, Patty chattering incessantly and how Vishon positioned the Rear-view mirror in order to stare at their breasts lasciviously.
"Sheesh I'm glad we're free from those two creepy old guys…" Liz remarked.
"Tell me about it. I don't know what was wrong with Tsubaki when she said it was okay for him to hold my suitcase." Maka bemused.
Her friend shuddered in disgust. "Ugh I don't even want to think about it."
They went through the revolving door and were at the main lobby of the grand resort. Once they were in, they gazed at their surroundings.
A female employee approached them with a tray of lemonade drinks and they all accepted gladly.
Kid approached the receptionist and listed his information, the receptionist immediately inserting the details onto her computer. She smiled and handed him his card key along with a brochure that contained a map of the whole resort.
Then they walked towards an elevator that brought them up towards the fifth floor (where their suite room was) and, as expected, was found at the end of the hallway.
Kid slid the card key in and the light turned green and they went in, visibly stunned by their current surroundings. The suite was even better than the one they had back at Montego Bay, with more facilities like a Jacuzzi in the balcony outside, a hydro massage bathtub in the master's bathroom, a huge flat screen TV stuck to the wall with High definition, etc.
The suite was so fancy that it could put even a Four Seasons hotel to shame.
"This place is great…" Liz noted.
Kid smirked. "Told you so."
"Well what are we waiting for? Let's go to the beach!" Patty yelled excitingly.
She picked out a random room and immediately started changing into her favorite swimwear: her blue polka-dotted bikini. Then she rushed out the door causing her friends to quirk an eyebrow in bewilderment.
Liz shrugged and said "Oh well let's get going". She grabbed her matching swimsuit and headed for the bathroom to change, the others doing the same.
Once the others were ready they headed towards the beach which was farther down from all the outdoor pools that were provided, along with a few dining restaurants and bars. It was a long way from their room to the beach.
The day was sunny, as usual, and the beach was full of tourists. They were everywhere, so it was hard for the group to pick out a nice spot to lay their stuff.
Fortunately Maka managed to seek out both Mat and Ryan sunbathing together from the amount of people at the beach. They walked towards them and Mat's face lit up when she saw her friends. She glomped both Maka and Patty while Ryan greeted Liz with a kiss on the cheek, causing her to blush.
"Hey guys! What took y'all so long?" The machete girl asked.
Maka and Liz exchanged looks.
"Uh…you don't want to know. TRUST me." She reassured.
"Well…I'm glad you all made it. We've been waiting too long for you guys to show up." Ryan said. "…Especially you, Elizabeth." He purred.
She approached him and circled her arms around his neck, pressing her demeanor up against him. "Oh…is that so?" She purred back.
"Mmhm." They started making out roughly, earning a surprised gasp from the group and Patty squealed loudly.
"Oh my God!"
It was then that Liz noticed her mistake and she pulled away reluctantly. She glanced from her shoulder and saw the shock written on all of their faces, except her sister, who was still jumping up and down in happiness.
Ryan blushed ten shades of red. "Oops."
"Are you guys dating?" Maka asked.
"Uh…y-yeah…I guess…" Liz said, looking downwards in embarrassment.
"Oh I'm so happy for you guys!" Tsubaki eulogized.
"Yay! My sister finally has a boyfriend!"
The mention of the word boyfriend caused Liz to blush profoundly.
"Well congratulations on your new-found relationship." Maka said, smiling genuinely at the two.
Ryan chuckled amusedly. He grabbed her hand and whispered into her ear. "How 'bout we go someplace else? Just me and you."
She looked back to him and smiled. "That's a great idea."
Then they sauntered together, holding hands, the group staring at them from behind.
When they were out of hearing range Black Star said "Damn, Liz is fast. I can't believe they're gonna have sex…"
MAKA-CHOP!
"Not everything has to do with sex, you dumbass." Maka retorted, while Black Star rubbed his scalp, having now a new-formed goose egg on his head.
"You're just jealous 'cause you're a virgin and can't get any." He sneered.
MAKA-CHOP!
If the first hit didn't shut him up then the second one did.
"Just for saying that you won't be getting any either, Black Star." His girlfriend said. She leaned over to whisper into Maka's ear. "Well, I just got my period so he's not getting laid anyways." This caused the ashy blonde to snicker.
5 Hours later…
"Oh sweet Lord Death just look at this place! It's amazing!" Marie said, holding her husband a little too tightly, causing him to groan.
Spirit whipped his head to all sides and he swooned at the amount of attractive women that were at the resort, both tourists and workers.
"I'm loving this place already." He mumbled, staring at their curvy figures in a lustful manner.
He sauntered over towards a lone blonde standing by the entrance.
"Hey."
She whipped her head towards him.
"Yes?" She asked, bewildered.
"Are you from Tennessee? 'Cause you're the only ten I see." He smirked.
"Oh my God that's like the oldest pickup line in the book. So original." She deadpanned, walking away in boredom, leaving Spirit standing there all by himself.
He shrugged and walked over towards another girl and said the same thing.
She giggled and walked away as well. "L-O-L desperate much?"
Stein patted his friend by the shoulder. "Oh Spirit you're such a fail when it comes to picking up girls."
"Oh and you're such an expert when it comes to women right?" He shot back sarcastically.
He chuckled. "No but before I was married instead of coming on to girls they came on to me."
"Oh yeah…I remember one in particular kept coming on to you nonstop and my daughter killed her in the end, what was her name? Me-"
He slammed a hand against his mouth and glared at him threateningly, instantly shutting him up.
"DON'T. SAY. HER. NAME." He glared at him through his glasses.
Spirit paled and nodded vigorously. Stein released his hand and Spirit sighed in relief. He forgot how much Stein loathed that woman, hating her so much he didn't want to hear from her ever again, even her name brought horrible memories from the past and everything that happened because of her.
Marie appeared all of a sudden and Spirit sighed once again, glad to have the Death Scythe break the obvious tension radiating between the both of them.
"C'mon you two I wanna go to the beach!" She tugged on her husband's arm roughly.
Stein let himself be dragged towards wherever she wanted to go, along with Spirit following close behind.
She opened the brochure and gazed at the map intently. "Hmm…the beach must be this way…"
Day-o, Day-ay-ay-o, daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home…
Clyde and Garrett sat next to each other awkwardly at the end of a typical Jamaican country bus, which was filled with old passengers carrying suitcases and the environment was currently flooded with an endless string of really old calypso music. Apparently the bus driver had brought in a CD with the best songs of calypso and the music bounced back and forth, the two boys from Death City seemingly impatient.
The brunette turned to his friend. "Are we there yet?" He asked dumbly.
Garrett groaned. He lost count on how many times that exact question was asked. "Why don't you ask the bus driver?"
"I'm too lazy to get up. And if you haven't noticed, the bus is packed." He said, his bangs covering his eyes, making him look expressionless.
True. There were passengers standing in the middle of the hall that led to the final row of seats in which Clyde and Garrett were at. Right next to them was a group of old ladies wearing gaudy jewelry.
"Fine then just…go to sleep or something."
"I'm not tired." He retorted.
The raven-haired meister sighed deeply. He looked out the window and saw the sun setting above the Caribbean Sea, right above the horizon, the sky tinged purple and the horizon a bright orange hue. Due to the reflection of the sky, the surface of the ocean was tinged with both shades of purple and orange, the sight almost as breathtaking as ever.
Since the sun was getting sleepy, he was starting to get sleepy as well…
That night
The group was now outside, farther away from all the constant chatter of tourists and blaring music, now in the woods trying to start a campfire.
"Guess what your God brought!" Black Star boomed.
"What this time?" Soul asked in exasperation.
"This." He answered with pride, taking out a Ziploc bag containing a batch of marijuana.
"How the hell did you get that?" Soul exclaimed.
"From that old guy this morning." He shrugged.
"How…?"
"Cuz I'm a ninja." He emphasized with swag. While he started rambling on how he was the best ninja/God ever, Tsubaki quietly walked over to him and snatched the bag out of his hand.
"Aww Tsubaki! I was gonna smoke that!"
"Do you want to get your ass in jail?" Maka asked sarcastically.
"Heh doesn't matter." He bends down to open the cooler they brought, taking out a bottle of Vodka.
He raises the bottle high up in the air. "Cuz we gonna get fucked up…"
Liz and Ryan ignored him and starting making out, Maka and Tsubaki started gossiping and Patty was floating in the surface of the ocean along with Matchet, both fitting tightly on the inflatable Giraffe float that Kid bought her. As for Kid and Crona, they're probably in the woods doing funny business.
"Soul, my man, have a drink." He slung an arm around his neck and grinned.
"Sure." He stooped down to grab a glass and filled it to the brim.
They clicked glasses. "Bottoms up." They chugged the whole drink.
Soul made a face. "Damn…that's strong as hell." His words immediately slurred.
"You're gonna get a headache afterwards." Maka reminded him.
"Yeah so…?" Her weapon partner slurred back.
The ashy blonde rummaged through her suitcase as she started to empty its contents, taking out her clothes first, then her swimwear, then shoes, socks, underwear…Speaking of underwear she realized her favorite Victoria Secret panty was gone.
When she tried to piece her thoughts together, realization dawned on her.
"THAT PERVERT!"
"When she was just a girl…She expected the world doing Para-Para-Paradise…" They sang, both extremely off-key. Well more like screamed for Black Star while Soul sang like a dying bird. The lyrics of the song they intended to sing were also wrong.
They staggered across the beach together, helping each other walk as the effects of alcohol started weighing down on them, both under a laughing moon dripping blood.
"I was dreaming of Para-Para-Paradise…" They continued to sing.
Somewhere, a person said "SHUT UP!"
A/N: Hey guys long time no see :3 I bet you were all watching the Olympic Games huh? Congrats to China for scoring the most medals but USA scored second place! Yeah baby! I, myself, am proud to be part American, even though I was actually born in Panama but still :D I've been taking some time off FFN cuz I was dealing with a lot of sh*t, it's a little hard to explain ^_^ I hope you enjoyed this chapter even though when I was done writing it I was like Meh...I've written better...I guess I was too lazy xD
I decided that this shall be a summer fic so I'm supposed to finish this before October starts. So at least I won't take long to finish this :D
~Andy
Stay tuned for future chapters to come! Yaoi/Yuri, mishaps, accidents, sex,drugs, more parties, skinny dipping in Dunn River falls... In other words expect some crazy shit :D And as always thank you to those who review, follow or fave this story! And my beta-reader as well :)
Read the next chapter or I'll eat your soul ;) And I'll pour soy sauce on it too :3