Chapter 5- Family Affairs
"Well find her! No, I don't give a shit how, just do it!" Milliardo Peacecraft slammed the phone down in its receiver, shaking with anger. His muscles tensed and bunched for an odd moment, but he paid no attention. He had more important things on his minds, such as the whereabouts of his wayward sister Relena. "You know, Zechs, she probably went after that gundam pilot. It's just sad how she fawns over him." Milliardo growled, Noin's words from the former night cutting deep. Why was it his responsibility to keep his stupid ass sister in line? He sighed, sipping his Wild Turkey thoughtfully. And she also had a power. Just what he needed, another freak in the family. "Meow." Milliardo jumped, back to reality, glancing around for a feline. When he spotted the cat, he relaxed and smiled, his face softening. "Hello Noin." The cat purred, and slowly began transforming to her host body, voluptuous curves forming from feline sinew. Yawning, Noin grinned catlike, staring at Zechs as if he were a particularly tasty snack. "Mmm, Zechs, I'm soooooo tired, would you mind pulling me a chair?" Zechs sighed and held out his hand, and a metal framed chair flew over and landed next to his. Noin seated herself on his lap, totally ignoring the chair. "Now, did you find anything on your romp, Noin?" Zechs asked huskily, running his fingertips over her lips, causing a slight purr to escape her lips. She frowned up at him and mockingly put he hands on her hips, standing up. "All work and no play makes Zechs a dull boy," She recited in a singsong voice, pulling an envelope from her jacket pocket. "We can play later, right now I need to get some things confirmed." Zechs breathed, grabbing the envelope. He started to gently tear at the edge, but thought again and held his hand toward a desk in a corner, and a sharp metal letter opener flew into his awaiting hand. He deftly sliced the top open and pulled out a stationary paper, a loopy handwriting hastily scrawled across it. He grinned. "Bingo."
"Master Quatre? Would you like more Pina Coloda?" Quatre grinned and took a sip of his virgin Pina Coloda, lounging back into his beach chair. "No, I've hardly drank any of this one," He shouted, tightening his headphones. He shut his eyes and let the sun soak in, the smell of the ocean calming his tense nerves. "I wish I could take a vacation like this everyday." He groaned, scratching at his skin. "Ow!" he cried, withdrawing his hand, sucking on his bloody finger. He was going to have to take control over that bone thing, he had enough trouble hiding his deformity from the Magaunacs. He rolled over to let his back get some of the midday sun, feeling totally warm and contented. He felt something cold hit his bare back, and he absently felt at his skin. Nothing. Something hit again, only this time it was hard and big, and it hurt. Quatre quickly sat up, searching the ground for whatever had hit him. "Huh?" He blurt intelligently, picking up a piece of hail as big as a baseball. "Where did that come fro..!" The sky was no longer sunny and warm, it was now covered in dense black storm clouds. He could see rain over the shore, but where he lay it was sleeting. He could feel his neck prickle, as his arms. "Oh shit.." Thick, long spikes were protruding out of his arms and neck, and he could feel his adrenaline pumping. He squinted at the sky, trying to get a better look at his situation. He rubbed his eyes, but what he saw still was there. There was Dorothy Catalonia, floating in the middle of the storm, untouched by its effects. Quatre fainted. A boy can only take so much.
Ok, I know that was strange but I actually want to have a plot instead of some pointless scenes. Make sense? Tell me what you think, do ya wanna keep the separate scenes which will all probably turn into individual lemons or have a real plot that might have some worthwhile action (winkwink)? Tell me!* sips more mountain dew * Ahhh.
"Well find her! No, I don't give a shit how, just do it!" Milliardo Peacecraft slammed the phone down in its receiver, shaking with anger. His muscles tensed and bunched for an odd moment, but he paid no attention. He had more important things on his minds, such as the whereabouts of his wayward sister Relena. "You know, Zechs, she probably went after that gundam pilot. It's just sad how she fawns over him." Milliardo growled, Noin's words from the former night cutting deep. Why was it his responsibility to keep his stupid ass sister in line? He sighed, sipping his Wild Turkey thoughtfully. And she also had a power. Just what he needed, another freak in the family. "Meow." Milliardo jumped, back to reality, glancing around for a feline. When he spotted the cat, he relaxed and smiled, his face softening. "Hello Noin." The cat purred, and slowly began transforming to her host body, voluptuous curves forming from feline sinew. Yawning, Noin grinned catlike, staring at Zechs as if he were a particularly tasty snack. "Mmm, Zechs, I'm soooooo tired, would you mind pulling me a chair?" Zechs sighed and held out his hand, and a metal framed chair flew over and landed next to his. Noin seated herself on his lap, totally ignoring the chair. "Now, did you find anything on your romp, Noin?" Zechs asked huskily, running his fingertips over her lips, causing a slight purr to escape her lips. She frowned up at him and mockingly put he hands on her hips, standing up. "All work and no play makes Zechs a dull boy," She recited in a singsong voice, pulling an envelope from her jacket pocket. "We can play later, right now I need to get some things confirmed." Zechs breathed, grabbing the envelope. He started to gently tear at the edge, but thought again and held his hand toward a desk in a corner, and a sharp metal letter opener flew into his awaiting hand. He deftly sliced the top open and pulled out a stationary paper, a loopy handwriting hastily scrawled across it. He grinned. "Bingo."
"Master Quatre? Would you like more Pina Coloda?" Quatre grinned and took a sip of his virgin Pina Coloda, lounging back into his beach chair. "No, I've hardly drank any of this one," He shouted, tightening his headphones. He shut his eyes and let the sun soak in, the smell of the ocean calming his tense nerves. "I wish I could take a vacation like this everyday." He groaned, scratching at his skin. "Ow!" he cried, withdrawing his hand, sucking on his bloody finger. He was going to have to take control over that bone thing, he had enough trouble hiding his deformity from the Magaunacs. He rolled over to let his back get some of the midday sun, feeling totally warm and contented. He felt something cold hit his bare back, and he absently felt at his skin. Nothing. Something hit again, only this time it was hard and big, and it hurt. Quatre quickly sat up, searching the ground for whatever had hit him. "Huh?" He blurt intelligently, picking up a piece of hail as big as a baseball. "Where did that come fro..!" The sky was no longer sunny and warm, it was now covered in dense black storm clouds. He could see rain over the shore, but where he lay it was sleeting. He could feel his neck prickle, as his arms. "Oh shit.." Thick, long spikes were protruding out of his arms and neck, and he could feel his adrenaline pumping. He squinted at the sky, trying to get a better look at his situation. He rubbed his eyes, but what he saw still was there. There was Dorothy Catalonia, floating in the middle of the storm, untouched by its effects. Quatre fainted. A boy can only take so much.
Ok, I know that was strange but I actually want to have a plot instead of some pointless scenes. Make sense? Tell me what you think, do ya wanna keep the separate scenes which will all probably turn into individual lemons or have a real plot that might have some worthwhile action (winkwink)? Tell me!* sips more mountain dew * Ahhh.
