"Hey Shrimp, what the hell are you guys talking 'bout?" Leon asked as he glared down at Abel. His nose only an inch away from Abel's face. "Is this another one of your pranks?" He pulled on Abel's hair a bit more, causing him to lean back even farther. His back cracked.
This really wasn't the time for this. Abel had already lost one person and now he was about to loose another. He jerked his head up, ignoring the tug on his hair. His head knocked into Leon's face causing the gruff looking man to release his hair and clutch his nose. Abel spun around searching above him for the chubby looking man.
"No, this isn't a prank," he growled under his breath. He had locked eye's with the figure above him. 'Just great, how the heck will I get up there?' he thought, 'terrans and their horrible reflexes, gah, why the hell do I even need to act like one!' louder he said, "look up there! That man has strings attached to him!" Abel pointed to the man as he said this.
Abel could feel everyone eye's slowly follow his finger to the place it was pointing to. Time seemed to come to a stand still. He could hear Ester and Leon gasp, when they saw the man practically walking on air. The sound of tapping feet, that signaled a methuselah entering haste didn't seem at all as fast as it should have been.
Then wind whipped past Abel as Asthe and Ion both charged at the man. Ion held two twin blades while Asthe came at the man with only her fists, to lazy to activate her spear.
Ion was the fist to attack the man. He slashed at the man then delivered a quick kick to the man's side. Unfortunately both attacks missed, or at least the man didn't seem to be affected by it at all. Then Asthe lept at the man and together she and Ion both tried to attack him. Ion threw one of his knives as Asthe sent a flying jump kick to the man's head. Both missed again, Asthe landed at the foot of the building just next to Ion. Everyone was glaring up at the man.
'Damn it all!' Abel thought, he was frustrated to no end. Why couldn't they hit them? He reached for his gun, but his hand only closed on air. Gah, he had left his gun in the Iron Maiden because he didn't really need it.
Where the hell was Tres when you need him? Seth looked as though she wanted to join in, but Abel knew she wouldn't. It was to much of a risk for a number of reasons. Abel knew she carried knives but that would mean asking her, after all he couldn't just go over there and snatch it away from her. She was the empress and Ion and Asthe would have his head if he did that.
Leon was staring at everyone with wide eyes and his mouth open, as if he couldn't believe that there was a man who was standing on the side of the wall. Abel glanced at the rings around the man wrists. That wouldn't work, he didn't even know how to throw those rings. Okay, he did but they weren't his favorite weapon.
Abel looked to Ester, she seemed to be thinking about how she could help. Abel scanned her up and down, damn, no weapons. Wait, his eye's fell on her skirt. Ester always had a weapon on her, she was never careless enough to leave her room without one, even when she was only going to dinner. Gah, why did girls always need to hide their weapons up their skirts? What happened to good old fashion pocket? Or hoisters? He hadn't read any signs that said hoisters where only for men!
'What should I do?' Abel bit his lip, drawing a little blood. He quickly glanced back to the man. Apparently he, Ion and Asthe were at a standstill and where only staring at each other waiting for an opening. Ion, was growing impatient and rose to the tip of his toes before leaping up at the man who was at least 40 feet in the air. Asthe was right behind him as her spear was slowly activating in her right hand. Ion was finally able to land a hit on the man, however as he landed he was blocking Asthe's line of vision. Abel's eye's widened. 'Of all the- I'm so gonna- Stupid, stupid, stupid!' Abel kept repeating this to himself as he quickly dove to where Ester was and reached under her long skirt for her gun.
Ester seemed to shocked by what Abel did to even say anything. Though even if she did Abel wouldn't have paid any attention to her. His eye's were locked on Asthe. The man's hand, had shaped into a sharp knife it now pierced through Asthe's side. Abel had been to slow. He pulled the trigger- bang. Asthe fell to the ground, and Leon seeming to snap out of it, caught her just before she could strike the ground. Thud- just as Leon caught Asthe the figure fell to the ground, thanks to Abel's bullet.
The gash on Asthe's stomach would heal within the next minute or so. It was't a wound caused by silver plus it hadn't been inflicted in her heart or head so she would be fine. Abel looked at the chubby man who was now laying on the ground. Suspicion clawed at his mind. That had been to easy. Usually a puppet would be able to take any amount of damage done to it, this seemed to be planned. Abel cautiously approached the man, he wasn't really scared but needed to act as such because of everyone around him. Esther's gun was held out in front of him, one finger on the trigger. Abel kicked the man, but didn't get any reaction. He seemed to be carrying a paper in his hand.
Abel tugged the paper out of the man's hand, careful not to rip it. The first word's on it was, 'Dear, 02.' The paper crumbled in Abel's hand, he would read it later.
Mean While:
"That kid looks just like the priest who saved me a few years ago," Eris said to her companions as they all stared at the strange group of people only a few yards away from them.
"Really? Would that priest happen to be Father Nightroad?" Wendy asked, Eris nodded her head. "
"I recognize Mr. Leon," Peter piped up. He and Wendy had just met Eris a few days ago. Apparently she was running away from the Vatican because they were doing tests on her since she was a witch, as they called it. Both girls glared at him. Ever since Eris had come into his life she and Wendy where always bitting his head off about something or another. He looked away from them and back to the small group. The Abel wanna be was now reading something that he had picked up from that strange man.
"Hey," Leon's gruff voice traveled to Peter, the older man was approaching the Abel wanna be, who had crumbled the paper in one hand. He picked up the boy by the back of shirt. The silver head was now a good foot, off the ground. "You should never treat a Lady like that, Shrimp! You know-" Peter couldn't hear the rest of what he was saying, it seemed like he really wanted to hit the boy.
"We should-"
"Shhhhh-" Peter hissed, cutting off what Eris was saying. Both she and Wendy opened their mouth in protest but snapped it shut when they realized he was trying to hear what the other people where saying.
The crowd that had gathered from when Abel had stopped the thug had now moved to surround the group, and the man who had been walking on the wall. The thug now forgotten to everyone, had slipped away.
A nun with red hair had approached the man with lion like hair and the silver head, "That … you… ever…" she said, Peter could just barely make out what she was saying over the voice of the crowd. "What… you holding?" she asked. She was trying to pry open the boys clenched hand. When the Abel wanna be didn't open his hand Leon growled something, Peter couldn't hear and slammed the boy into the ground. In one fluid motion he swung his foot over the boy and sat down on the kid's back. His hand had a grip on the boys neck to force his head down.
'That was so, cool!' Peter thought. Ever since he had met Leon he had always thought of him as a role model of some sorts or a hero. He always wanted to be like him.
The gun the boy was holding had slid across the gravel, but the boy wouldn't let go of the paper. What was so important about it anyway?
"Let go of the paper!" Leon snarled, his face was only inches away from the others ear. He pushed down harder on the boys neck as his other hand reached for the note. By now the others in their group had gotten closer to those two and where asking questions.
The lady, who got stabbed was clutching her side and staring down at the boy and Leon. "What… you… now?" she asked, her voice was hoarse.
"I saw what you did!" the blond haired boy said as he glared down at the silver haired boy. Now that Peter thought about it both the blond haired boy and the lady who had a streak of red through her blond hair must have been methuselah. No ordinary person would be able to jump that high or be able to stand after being stabbed. He also spotted a medallion that they both wore o protect them from the sun, and if he looked closer he could see a shiny hint of color on their skin from what should have been lotion.
The boy on the ground tried shaking off the buff man, but wasn't strong enough. Peter could see his lips moving to form words but heard nothing from where he stood.
Tap, tap. Peter turned his attention to Wendy, Eris was right behind of her. He gave her questioning look, this had better be good. "Let's go in closer," she whispered to him. He nodded his head and followed.
The small crowd had begun to grow even bigger then it was before and s moving even closer didn't seem to help at all. Though, if he had stayed where he was he doubted he would be able to hear anything now.
"I can't hear anything," Eris grumbled, "what are they even talking about?"
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"Give me the damn, paper!" Leon ordered. "It's not like its a love letter!"
"Get off me!" Abel yelled back as he tried to push himself up with his free hand. In this position he couldn't really move at all.
"Just give him the paper already!" Asthe growled. Abel could tell she was in no mood to be playing games since she had been stabbed. She was probably thirsty for blood right now, and was restraining herself from attacking Leon or Abel.
"Paper?" Ion asked, "I thought you were scolding him because he put his hand under Ester skirt?" he looked at Leon, anger towards Abel was etched all over his face. His voice was laced with venom as he said this.
"Let me go!"
A warm hand touched his hand that was gripping the paper. Abel tried turning his head but Leon forced him back down ruffly. "Well, that's part of the reason why, but, he's also holding a paper, and it seems like he doesn't want anyone to read it." Leon said, his grip tightening around his wrist, it was beginning to fall asleep.
"Let go of the paper," Ester's voice came from the direction of the hand. Abel shivered, if had been her he would be way more mad. Why din't she seem at least a little mad? It just didn't make sense. He struggled some more. Leon's grip was tight around his wrist while Esters hand was on his and her thumb kept running over what little paper was sticking out of his fist. Where the heck was Seth? Why wasn't she helping him?
Abel tightened his grip, however with his hand now sleeping he couldn't exactly tell how tight his grip was. Asthe sat down in front of him on the ground and crossed her legs. He soon found a finger in his face, "You little, Brat!" Asthe began, "I can't believe you actually went up Ester's skirt!" she screamed. Ashte began to yell at him even more causing his ears to ring, but he was more concerned about the paper.
If they read it and his brother had put something in it about the Nightlords, he was sure he wouldn't be able to get his way out of it. Plus, his brother would most likely write his name on it at least once so even is he didn't add Nightlord every one would still wonder why the Contra Mondi was sending him messages.
His grip was faltering, he could no longer feel Esters thumb stroking his hand. Abel tried tugging his hand away. Was it just him or where there now two hands on his arm? From his elbow down all he could feel was a thousand needles poking him. His whole arm was numb.
"Was that so hard?" Leon asked. What? Was what so hard? Asthe had stopped yelling at him and was now looking at the person in the back of him, it was probably Ester.
"Dear 02," Ester began, and Abel began to struggle more. Leon probably didn't even realize that he was holding Abel in a position where he couldn't really move because it required muscles that hardly anyone ever uses. It was pure luck.
"Who's 02?" Leon questioned he took no notice to Abel.
"Let me up!" Abel yelled. "You got the paper!"
"Yeah," Ion said from somewhere behind Abel, "We'll let you up and then you'll snatch the paper away." Abel could just imagine the smirk on Ion's face.
"Let him up." Finally, someone was on his side. Of course it was his sister. Where the heck had she been anyway? "We can read it when we get back to the ship. We're attracting a crowd here and I don't think we want to warn the Orden that we are here more then we already have."
Abel let out a breath and relaxed his muscles. A few seconds later the grip on his wrist and neck eased off, and then the pressure on his back as Leon got up. "Thanks," he mumbled, as he slowly got up, he was half expecting Leon or someone else to knock him over. He glanced at Ester then looked down at his feet, " sorry. I needed a weapon because I forgot mine in the ship."
"Its fine, I understand," Ester said, she wasn't looking at him and had turned her back and was walking away.
"May I see that note?" Seth asked holding her hand out to Esther. She seemed surprised but in the end she nodded and handed her the paper. A few moments passed before Seth nodded and pocketed the note. "We can discuss this later," she said. Ester seemed to want the paper back but said nothing, about it and soon the two were engaged in a friendly chatter.
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"I can't see anything!" Eris complaining, as she shoved Peter to get a better look. She snorted, "I can't even hear what they're saying. Lets just go already."
"She's right Peter," Wendy said as she put a hand on Peter's shoulder. "We aren't getting anything out of this, and we need to find a place to sleep."
Peter paid no attention to them. He was intent on following Leon no matter what and that Abel wanna be just made him even more interested. He wondered if the boy was Abel's relative or something.
Leon had finally let the boy up, and he stood to dust himself up. He looked mad, but when he looked at the red haired girl he had a look of guilt on his face and lowered his head. He mumbled something that Peter couldn't hear. Then the red head and a younger looking girl began to walk together with the other's following them. The red head had passed the other girl a note.
Looking over his shoulder Peter suggested, "Lets follow them." The girls gave him a weird look. "We can sleep near where they are staying, plus it will let us discover who that silver haired boy is," he said looking at the girls he knew they were also interested in that boy. Without another word he slipped through the crowd and into the opening, following the group of six on silent feet. He could hear the slight hesitation of the girls behind him before they caught up with him.
"I wonder if we'll get to see father Nightroad," Eris said happily.
'I hope I get to talk to the mister again,' Peter hoped.
"Maybe that boy is his relative or something," Eris said, "or maybe his kid." Peter could have sworn he saw the silver haired boy pause for a fraction of a minute and snort when Eris said this. Strange. He slowed his steps a bit to put more distance between himself and the group, he grabbed the girls hand as he did so.
"What?" Wendy asked.
"I don't want to get caught," Peter whispered.
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Abel snorted. 'Maybe Father Nightroad has a kid,' he smiled at the thought. 'How old do I look? I'm supposed to be in my early twenties and I right now I look like I'm eleven. If I really was my own kid then that would have meant that my dad is only 10 years older then me.' Abel withheld the temptation to laugh, 'then again I'm really 975 years old. But still they don't know that.' His smile faded. 'Why the hell are they even following us?' he looked in the window of one of the stores and saw his reflection as well as three kids about ten to 15 feet away.
Shaking his head he continued to follow the others. He had been in a foul mood ever since Leon had sat on him and still was but what those kids had said had brightened him up. The fact that Seth had the note also relaxed him to a certain point. He didn't want his sister to read it but it was safer then having the others look at it.
His mind drifted off, consumed into all his thoughts he hadn't even realized they were already in the Iron Maiden until Leon ordered Kate to bring everyone tea. She chided him for ordering him round but in the end she sighed and a few seconds later mechanical arms brought the tea in. Abel looked back at the hatch which was now closed. It didn't seem like the kids had followed them in. Sighing he took a seat as far away from Ester and Leon as he could get. In all truth it wasn't very far.
"Hey kid," Leon began he was referring to Seth, the two Methuselah seemed like they wanted to snap at him for calling their empress by such a term but thought better of it. "When are you gonna tell us what that note says," he asked, was had an arm swung over the back of the chair.
Taking out a paper from her pocket she read it. Or, at least it looked like she was reading it. When she was done scanning over it she said, "It's nothing important, its just a journal of some sort," at everyone's weird look she explained, "Abel's writing journal entries so that he won't forget anything again." She shot Abel a look.
'Really? Where the hell did she come up with that! Like I would ever write in a journal! It's a pure waste of time. That was the worst excuse ever! Ester saw the handwriting on that note. She knows it's not mine,' Abel cursed his sister. Everyone looked at Abel with faces of pure shock and some sympathy. "What? I don't want to forget anything again!" he mumbled.
"Haha, now that's more like the Four- Eye's I know," Leon announced. "He always did do worthless things that had no meaning to them," he gave Abel a wolfish grin.
"Can I have it back now?" Abel asked. Seth walked to him and placed the folded note into his open hand. "Thank you," he said, and turned around from everyone and left the room, retreating to his own.
Once sure no one had followed him, Abel locked the door and sat on his bed. "Dear 02," he read. "I want you to join me. Together we can rule the world together, once more can the Nightlords rule," So he had been right, his brother did mention the Nightlords. "Of course I realize that you don't want to, so instead...
A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry. I didn't think it would take me this long to update. I was busy with my trip and didn't have any time to write anything. Plus even if I wanted to I don't think I could have since the internet was supper slow. Anyone want to guess where I went?
Anyway on the plane ride back home I was thinking about my dog and somehow it moved on to what I want to happen in another story... What do you guys think about a Trinity blood cross over with a lot of other anime and movies? It won't be like 5 other anime and trinity blood at one time just one at a time. I'm currently thinking about making the crossover the sequel of this story. If your guys don't want a crossover then I'll just stick to my original plan. Oh and I still plan on using part of my original thoughts if the crossover is chosen.
It's times like these when I would really like to know how to start a poll.
I'm reliving sunday! I lived through sunday on my trip and now that I'm back home I'm reliving it all over again! It's like I went back in time.
