Wow, I'm actually very happy about my last chapter! People seemed to like it, so…Yeah. Thanks everyone, for your kind reviews! But man, some people…
Can't wait two friggin' days for a review…
Whatever, It makes me feel happy that you like it, so I shouldn't complain.
By the way, a quick question I need you guys to answer—Culinaromancer, don't you dare answer this, I already know your answer; Can you toast toast? I think you can't, because you toast bread, and toast is already toasted so you can't toast it. I mean, you can toast it more, but then it's not considered toasting because it's already toasted.
It's like trying to clear a piece of white paper with white out. It just doesn't make sense to me. Whatever, tell me what you think, Can you really toast toast?
God, I'm such a nerd…
ONWARD WITH THE STORY!!
After an unbelievably long—not to mention awkward—boat ride, they were finally in Chesedonia (A/N—I have no idea how the Hell you're supposed to spell that. If you could help me?). Luella was immensely proud of herself for taking the mask off—though she felt horrible for making him so angry.
If guilt was a person—Hell, if there was anyone in the world who was named guilt (not that there would be…damn) they were going to die by Luella's hands. Guilt wasn't a thing she dealt with well. Luella was the kind of person who was just a tad too proud to apologize—when she did she felt utterly pathetic—but she would dwell on every miniscule mistake.
Pathetic? Yes. Annoying? Yes.
Appropriate? No.
Really, she had apologized, and it seemed like he had forgiven her…
Okay, not really, but she was going to pretend he did. She didn't know why she gave a damn. He was pretty much her prison guard, her very, very gorgeous prison guard (she mentally strangled herself for thinking that), but he seemed mad—No, he was pissed off. Not like regular fuming pissed off, more like 'Oh-Lorelei-You-better-watch-out-because-I'm-gonna-kill-you-slowly.'
…And to pair that expression, with Sync—the very same who was almost always scowling—It wasn't the best combination ever. Hell, it was downright scary.
Never again… She vowed silently, staring at the passerby's, looking anywhere but towards Sync. She knew there was another reason, she felt genuinely bad. She disobeyed him—Not that she hadn't done it before, but now, she had revealed his face, and for this scenaria it was like…
Ripping someone's shirt off randomly, I don't know…
Enraptured in her thoughts, she didn't realize Sync was calling her name, until he gripped her shoulders and spun her to face him. Her eyes widened considerably, as she found herself staring at the crook of his neck, before he—quite roughly—pulled her face up to look at him.
She felt the heat rise to her cheeks and—though she desperately tried not to—she blushed. She swore she saw him smirk, but brushed it off when he spoke.
"Stay. Here." He ordered, removing his hands from her shoulder, and from under her chin, then stepped back slightly. "I can't have you screwing this up."
She stared at him open mouthed, before gaining her composure, and glaring. This time, she was sure he smirked.
"What if I decide to run away?"
The smirk vanished.
"Then I come after you, and when I catch you—"
"How do you know you'll20catch me?" She countered.
"—When I catch you," He continued, ignoring her outburst, "I'll make your life a living Hell."
"How do you know you're capable of that?"
His head slowly turned down, looking at her. She cringed slightly, not really wanting to know what his answer would be.
The damned smirk was back…
It wasn't a hard thing, really, waiting, sitting still until he came back. Or, at least, it wasn't supposed to be. However, the fact that she was actually obeying him, listening to his command as if she was his…accomplice…
It was a strange thing to be bothered by; listening to someone, actually doing as they say. Letting them get their way just once after you deliberately stripped them of their identity—in a way. He had that mask hiding his identity, whatever that was (her guess was Ion's twin) and she simply snuck up and took it, revealing all his secrets.
She was still a little mad how he overreacted like that. She expected him to glare and put the mask back on—maybe with a quick smack upside the head or something. But when he saw her—his green eyes as wide as saucers—he was just so angry.
Sure, he had gotten mad at her before, he had gotten downright pissed, but now…
…He was so much more than just angry—than just a little pissed off—she couldn't find the right word to use…
His jaw was clenched so tight it looked like it could snap any moment, his forearms—one of which was being used to pin her to the wall—were tensed, his hands clenched into fists. He was breathing raggedly through his nose…
Was he hiding something? Why else would he get so mad that she had seen his face—so he looked like Ion, it didn't matter, there had to be a reason…Something bigger than just looking alike.
Her train of thought was cut short as she saw the group of people rushing by her. She couldn't catch the face of any one of them—until one person.
"Anise!" She called, getting out of the sitting position she had previously been in. She rushed after her, running out of the Alley.
"Anise!" She called again, finally gaining the girl's attention. She looked back, and upon seeing Luella's face she beamed.
"Luella! You're okay!" She squealed, never even faltering in her sprint.
"Yep, better than ever… Tell me, Anise, where are we running?" She inquired, looking back but only catching sight of Luke running a ways behind them—clutching Mieu in what she was sure was an uncomfortable position.
"To the Port!" She replied uneasily, most likely getting tired, "Sync is after us. He did something to Guy, and he tried to take the Fon Disk Data—"
"Fon Disk Data?" Luella echoed, confused.
"Yes," Anise continued—completely oblivious to Luella's cluelessness, "He's chasing us, so we have to get to the port!"
Luella nodded silently. There was so much more to ask. But she would have to wait. To speak—let alone yell—would only waste energy. She hardly knew Chesedonia, and didn't know how far away the port was. It could be only a second away, or another five minutes.
She really didn't want to be kidnapped—if you could call it kidnapping—by Sync again…
They made it to the port in only a few seconds, they flew through the gate, boarding the boat.
"Sail the Ship!" Luella heard Luke yell from a ways away, "Hurry!"
The ship—as he ordered—began to sail. Luke jumped on last minute, just as it was sailing.
They were safe—for now at least.
Sync ran up to the edge of the Port, quietly cursing at himself for not catching them in time. He glared down at the ocean—silently wishing it would just bring the ship back.
"Bye!" A girlish—high pitched, child-like—voice called out. He glanced back up to see
Luella—her hair blowing forward in the wind—waving to him.
It was as if they were in one of those old movies, where the woman would leave, waving goodbye to their family, their friends, sometimes their boyfriend or husband—
Oh shit, he didn't mean that…
He mentally kicked himself, though, for ever trusting her not to run away.
"Looks like you failed again, Sync…" A voice drawled from behind him…Oh! What he wouldn't give to have left sooner!
"Don't you worry about that, I'll get that longhaired, four-eyed…" The man—Dist—looked up to find Sync already on his way out.
"Hey! Wait! I wasn't finished yet!" He bellowed after him. Sync paused but only turned to him and said;
"Just get the Fon Disk Data—along with Luella—and bring them both back to me." He ordered, and just as he began to walk away, he stopped.
"If I find so much as one unnecessary injury on her, your head is mine…" He growled, forcing himself not to think of what dist might—if he was intelligent enough to figure out how to do it—do to Luella. Sync walked out of the Port.
Dist in the distance, scowled, "Ohh! This is all going in my revenge journal!!"
Hurray!! Sigh, I'm listening to 'Iris' by the goo goo dolls right now…weird band name..Amazing song. I'm totally obsessed with it right now. Lol, any-who, I hoped you liked the chapter! Please review! And answer the question, please!