I'd like to take this time to say a word of thanks to a few people. For Kat Maxwell, who lovingly told me she'd kill me if I didn't continue.. and threatened to finish it herself (which is a very bad plan.. last time she made my characters commit suicide! Yeah, yeah.. like my ending would be much better. Hush.) when she doesn't even finish her stories!! For Shara Nameth, for continuing with her own twisted stories off of mine own. For Ami (Aka: Slugmistress) for writing her twisted version of Shara's twisted version of my twisted story.. and keeping the plot alive for me. For everyone who reads my stories (Like: ~ Angelica Diablo, who sent me friendly emails along with reviewing practically all of my work! ~ littlesaiyangirl, for reading and reviewing each chapter! ~ Kommie, for supporting me in almost everything I do (I love you) ~ Kaila the Sorceress, yet another faithful reader ~ Druantia, for looking forward to more ~ Shila, for reading it at my site and reviewing it here at ff.net ~ Shadow_Moon_Sedai, I agree... Rowen has lost his mind, and yes it is difficult to put up with Yuli ~ SilverAngel, look! The next chapter's up! No more waiting!! ~And last but not least: Thomasina G-Stars, I hope to finish it soon.. all five stories in the series! ~ Thanks!!
Mistaken Identity...
Mikal picked up the body wearily. She wasn't heavy, per say, but...she wasn't light either. It'd been easily, really, the girl had been alone. Those silly ronins and traitorous warlords, not even protecting the ones they surely knew we'd go after. He shook his head and continued carrying the limp body. Muttering to himself, he swore under his breath as he stumbled over something on the floor and almost dropped her. He regained his balance and decided he should just teleport out of here now, instead of waiting for the safety of the woods.
A youth in orange and black subarmor glanced up at him. "Weren't you supposed to get the Masho of Corruption first?" He didn't seem very interested and went back to what he was doing, roughly pushing his blue hair back behind his ear.
"If you think it's so easy, why don't you get Corruption?" Mikal growled as he put the body down on the floor. "And what am I supposed to do with this girl while Damien's away playing favorites with the Dynastic leaders?"
Uninterested, the young man didn't even bother looking over at them. "Is she unconscious?" His grey eyes were fastened to the book in front of him as he jotted down notes from it.
"Of course she is, I just put some chloroform on a rag and let her breathe it in when she was sleeping. You expected me to carry her back kicking and screaming?"
"No, that would require actual effort on your part," he answered in turn, still not looking up, but continuously reading and writing notes.
"It seems to me that that is a bit hypocritical, seeing as it was I who actually got the girl, and you who have been here doing nothing all day."
"I've been doing enough to keep Damien happy." The youth looked down at the unconscious girl. "That's Innocence? Joy."
Mikal looked down at the girl and studied her in the light. "Damn it, Komrad. That's not Innocent! Why wasn't she in the correct bed?"
"How can you tell?" Komrad glanced at the girl, amused.
"She's got red bloody curls!! Not blonde ones!"
"So it is true. Women do all look the same in the dark to you," he snickered.
"Shut up, son. This means I have to go get the ditz all over again!" Mikal sighed. He was usually in a much better mood then this, but he didn't like what Damien's plan was to do with these girls.
"My, my... fighting amongst the ranks?" a smirking young man with sandy blond hair wandered over to them. He glanced mockingly down at Komrad. "Cousin."
"Asshole," Komrad acknowledged him.
The blond youth glared at Komrad. "I'll remember that, Sarcasm."
"Good," he smiled and went back to his work with the book. "See that you do."