What really happened to Mateo, that's all she wanted to know. She had never received word that he was dead, that his body had been found, but Mew had felt the bond she had with him slip two days after the arguement. It was the psychic's priviledge and curse, to have such a connection to the ones they loved- she could always feel where her family and friends were, even if she didn't want to.
But without a body, without any evidence other than the loss of contact with his mind, Mew couldn't help but have moments of feeling like her husband was out there somewhere.
Then who's arms were around her? Kaos? No, she knew his touch all too well. Sighing, she sat up staring down at the bishonen still lying asleep next to her.
Lord, it must have been a horrid night for her to invite Kido to her bed.
She wasn't going to wake him, Mew decided as she moved from the bed to her private bath. He would be horribly disoriented and would need calming down once he woke up, but just seeing him asleep on thie pillow, his long blue hair lying so neatly behind his head giving him such a serene appearance, the slight smile on his lips from being able to not spend another night alone, it was too much.
Mattie..... hun..... please, if you can hear me, give me some sort of sign.
As usual, Mew turned on the shower not receiving any sort of reply. Mateo didn't have any psychic tendancies, but somehow he had learned to communicate with her. She'd been trying this for over a year, and there had never been any sort of reply, yet she kept up her daily offering hoping that he would catch a glimpse of her mind and try to let her know he was alive.
Even if he was with someone else now, the sheer fact that he would be alive would be more than enough to settle her.
Stark whiteness. Lab technicians moving quickly from station to station, scribbling results and observations in their notebooks. Heat. Unbearable heat. There was either a fire or a furnace nearby, and for someone that had spent their life with an ice elemental, most everything was too hot. The little curly haired brunette wearing dark glasses staring straight at her through the vision.....
"Holy shit......" Mew whispered as she hugged her arms around herself, closing her eyes hoping the image would fade quickly. Kim. Damian's little wife was either helping or hurting Mateo now, she wasn't sure. The heat would be unbearable for him. But most importantly, Mateo wasn't dead. Someone had projected this vision to her, and she needed to tell the others. Mattie would be home soon enough, and what a relief that was to her weary heart.
****
Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Damian couldn't help but think of that dream he had. How he wished it would be real, but seeing as how he was laying alone on Hotura's bed, most likely he'd just spent the night to make sure nothing happened to her.
The realization that he was wearing less than he'd come to bed in was quite the shock. Everything he'd worked so hard to reestablish with Hotura was now broken because he'd been stupid. He wasn't even divorced, and yet he was already sleeping around. Who else had he done in that short while?
Growling as he stood up to get dressed, Damian couldn't even imagine what would be awaiting him on the other side of the door. Most likely she'd told half of AC already, and they were standing outside ready to attack so they could "mount his head on the fucking wall" for hurting Hotura, as Lese had so kindly said to him back before the incident.
Staring in the mirror, he sighed as he fixed his hair knowing that if he was going to die right now, he would at least die with his hair like he wanted it. Slipping a cigarette from his pocket, the young man lit it up slowly taking a drag before stepping out in to the hall.
It was empty. Were they waiting for him somewhere else? Sighing, he made his way toward the kitchen where he would regroup with them all, and they would go on the little adventure of destroying the big bad corporation. Why it was funny to him, he didn't quite understand, but as he walked in to the kitchen he was grinning like an idiot.
"Morning kid." Lese smirked as she watched the blond take a seat at the small table, immediately pouring himself a bowl of cereal. "Hotura sleep well?"
Nodding as he slowly played with the contents of the bowl, Damian looked around the kitchen, and to his surprise, the only people there were Ele, Lese, Rhi, and himself. Where were the others?
"Did she come down yet?"
Ele shook her head negative. "She hasn't been around all morning, and I just received a call from Kyo- Feia and Kakera left there quite a long time ago, and they're missing." Sighing as she heard the telephone ring again, Ele held up her hand as she answered walking from the room to field the call in private.
"Guess I should go look for her." Damian sighed as he pushed his untouched breakfast away, standing from his place at the table. "Wait for us, okay?"
****
There was nothing more that Hotura Maxwell-Yui wanted to do at this very moment but cry. Unfortunately for her, the mantra 'Maxwells don't cry' kept repeating itself over and over in her head, and the chestnut haired girl sat in the forest clearing clutching her knees to herself as she stared off in to the distance.
How could she have let him do that to her? It wasn't that she didn't have some sort of feelings for him- whether it be love or hate, she wasn't sure at this point- it was that she let him do too much, have her before he should have had her.
She couldn't see him again. She wasn't sure if she'd kill him or take him back as the man she'd always felt a little different around.
"Petite?" Hotura cringed as she heard the familiar gravelly voice behind her. He used to sound much better before he started smoking, and his singing voice had a much better timbre than his speaking voice, but the words cut through her, enfuriating her as she clung to her knees tighter, burying her face in them.
"Go away d...."
Sighing, the blond sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as he hugged her close. Hotura cringed as she felt his touch.... but he was too stupid and persistant to know when to quit.
"I can't go away tura." He smiled, tossing the used cigarette butt to the ground far away from them. "I need you to help me get through this time in my life."
"I hate you d."
Nodding, the blond pulled the bishoujo on to his lap hugging her tightly as he rested his head against her shoulder. "Even if you hate me, please, do this for everything they've done to all of us. Especially what they did to you."
The force of her return embrace was more than he expected, and as she clung tightly to him, the silent tears she didn't want to shed rolling down her cheeks, she accidentally knocked him over, and was now laying with her head on his chest, digging her nails in to his back.
"For what they've done to me......"
*****
Ele couldn't believe what she had heard. Mew, the normally high strung one, had called in a panic saying she knew Mattie was alive. He was being kept in some lab at Genesis and that Kim was watching over him. Sure, Mattie was the highest known evolution of his type, but for Genesis to want to experiment on starter types, even at their highest evolution, that just seemed far fetched. As she figured, Mew probably had some dream and was just worked up over it, after all, she admitted to having Kido in her room last night.
She frowned as she watched Damian lead the broken Hotura in. If the girl was a shell of herself before, she was even less now. Her eyes had lost their spark.... her appearance ragged rather than striking.
But at least the entire group, less the ones still coming from Angel, was together and waiting to begin the newest battle against Genesis. The kids had their hands full..... and she was hoping they'd solve this problem once and for all.
****
"Sanchez, I expect to see more of a result than a bunch of geneticists playing god with some lesser used battling techniques. I want the gyms out of the picture, and I want it done NOW."
The dark haired man sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, looking rather annoyed by his superior's scowl. He had already told this to his associates, what more could he do?
"Mr. Kurinski," Sanchez sighed as he stared in to the elder's green eyes. "As we speak, these geneticists that are playing god, as you called it, have taken a vital part of each gym and are exploiting it to its fullest. Please, we're certain of the breakdown of at least one of them will be immidiate, so as long as we have the funding for the operations, the fall of the gyms then the IBL will happen quite soon, and will be permanent.
"Tell your little group that if they don't have at least one gym destroyed by the end of the week we're going to replace all of them with a more efficient set, and employ a different technique for wasting our enemies, as well as the ones who let this project fail. Do I make myself clear Sanchez?"
The dark haired man nodded as he left the office, immediately pulling his cell phone from his blazer's pocket, dialing the number to the lab.
"Takenowa, I have one thing to say to you and your researchers. Get your asses in gear and fulfill your little plan, or the boss is going to have your heads, literally."
Sanchez smiled as he flipped the phone closed and placed it back in his pocket. This was going to be fun- seeing the scientists squirm.
But without a body, without any evidence other than the loss of contact with his mind, Mew couldn't help but have moments of feeling like her husband was out there somewhere.
Then who's arms were around her? Kaos? No, she knew his touch all too well. Sighing, she sat up staring down at the bishonen still lying asleep next to her.
Lord, it must have been a horrid night for her to invite Kido to her bed.
She wasn't going to wake him, Mew decided as she moved from the bed to her private bath. He would be horribly disoriented and would need calming down once he woke up, but just seeing him asleep on thie pillow, his long blue hair lying so neatly behind his head giving him such a serene appearance, the slight smile on his lips from being able to not spend another night alone, it was too much.
Mattie..... hun..... please, if you can hear me, give me some sort of sign.
As usual, Mew turned on the shower not receiving any sort of reply. Mateo didn't have any psychic tendancies, but somehow he had learned to communicate with her. She'd been trying this for over a year, and there had never been any sort of reply, yet she kept up her daily offering hoping that he would catch a glimpse of her mind and try to let her know he was alive.
Even if he was with someone else now, the sheer fact that he would be alive would be more than enough to settle her.
Stark whiteness. Lab technicians moving quickly from station to station, scribbling results and observations in their notebooks. Heat. Unbearable heat. There was either a fire or a furnace nearby, and for someone that had spent their life with an ice elemental, most everything was too hot. The little curly haired brunette wearing dark glasses staring straight at her through the vision.....
"Holy shit......" Mew whispered as she hugged her arms around herself, closing her eyes hoping the image would fade quickly. Kim. Damian's little wife was either helping or hurting Mateo now, she wasn't sure. The heat would be unbearable for him. But most importantly, Mateo wasn't dead. Someone had projected this vision to her, and she needed to tell the others. Mattie would be home soon enough, and what a relief that was to her weary heart.
****
Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Damian couldn't help but think of that dream he had. How he wished it would be real, but seeing as how he was laying alone on Hotura's bed, most likely he'd just spent the night to make sure nothing happened to her.
The realization that he was wearing less than he'd come to bed in was quite the shock. Everything he'd worked so hard to reestablish with Hotura was now broken because he'd been stupid. He wasn't even divorced, and yet he was already sleeping around. Who else had he done in that short while?
Growling as he stood up to get dressed, Damian couldn't even imagine what would be awaiting him on the other side of the door. Most likely she'd told half of AC already, and they were standing outside ready to attack so they could "mount his head on the fucking wall" for hurting Hotura, as Lese had so kindly said to him back before the incident.
Staring in the mirror, he sighed as he fixed his hair knowing that if he was going to die right now, he would at least die with his hair like he wanted it. Slipping a cigarette from his pocket, the young man lit it up slowly taking a drag before stepping out in to the hall.
It was empty. Were they waiting for him somewhere else? Sighing, he made his way toward the kitchen where he would regroup with them all, and they would go on the little adventure of destroying the big bad corporation. Why it was funny to him, he didn't quite understand, but as he walked in to the kitchen he was grinning like an idiot.
"Morning kid." Lese smirked as she watched the blond take a seat at the small table, immediately pouring himself a bowl of cereal. "Hotura sleep well?"
Nodding as he slowly played with the contents of the bowl, Damian looked around the kitchen, and to his surprise, the only people there were Ele, Lese, Rhi, and himself. Where were the others?
"Did she come down yet?"
Ele shook her head negative. "She hasn't been around all morning, and I just received a call from Kyo- Feia and Kakera left there quite a long time ago, and they're missing." Sighing as she heard the telephone ring again, Ele held up her hand as she answered walking from the room to field the call in private.
"Guess I should go look for her." Damian sighed as he pushed his untouched breakfast away, standing from his place at the table. "Wait for us, okay?"
****
There was nothing more that Hotura Maxwell-Yui wanted to do at this very moment but cry. Unfortunately for her, the mantra 'Maxwells don't cry' kept repeating itself over and over in her head, and the chestnut haired girl sat in the forest clearing clutching her knees to herself as she stared off in to the distance.
How could she have let him do that to her? It wasn't that she didn't have some sort of feelings for him- whether it be love or hate, she wasn't sure at this point- it was that she let him do too much, have her before he should have had her.
She couldn't see him again. She wasn't sure if she'd kill him or take him back as the man she'd always felt a little different around.
"Petite?" Hotura cringed as she heard the familiar gravelly voice behind her. He used to sound much better before he started smoking, and his singing voice had a much better timbre than his speaking voice, but the words cut through her, enfuriating her as she clung to her knees tighter, burying her face in them.
"Go away d...."
Sighing, the blond sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as he hugged her close. Hotura cringed as she felt his touch.... but he was too stupid and persistant to know when to quit.
"I can't go away tura." He smiled, tossing the used cigarette butt to the ground far away from them. "I need you to help me get through this time in my life."
"I hate you d."
Nodding, the blond pulled the bishoujo on to his lap hugging her tightly as he rested his head against her shoulder. "Even if you hate me, please, do this for everything they've done to all of us. Especially what they did to you."
The force of her return embrace was more than he expected, and as she clung tightly to him, the silent tears she didn't want to shed rolling down her cheeks, she accidentally knocked him over, and was now laying with her head on his chest, digging her nails in to his back.
"For what they've done to me......"
*****
Ele couldn't believe what she had heard. Mew, the normally high strung one, had called in a panic saying she knew Mattie was alive. He was being kept in some lab at Genesis and that Kim was watching over him. Sure, Mattie was the highest known evolution of his type, but for Genesis to want to experiment on starter types, even at their highest evolution, that just seemed far fetched. As she figured, Mew probably had some dream and was just worked up over it, after all, she admitted to having Kido in her room last night.
She frowned as she watched Damian lead the broken Hotura in. If the girl was a shell of herself before, she was even less now. Her eyes had lost their spark.... her appearance ragged rather than striking.
But at least the entire group, less the ones still coming from Angel, was together and waiting to begin the newest battle against Genesis. The kids had their hands full..... and she was hoping they'd solve this problem once and for all.
****
"Sanchez, I expect to see more of a result than a bunch of geneticists playing god with some lesser used battling techniques. I want the gyms out of the picture, and I want it done NOW."
The dark haired man sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, looking rather annoyed by his superior's scowl. He had already told this to his associates, what more could he do?
"Mr. Kurinski," Sanchez sighed as he stared in to the elder's green eyes. "As we speak, these geneticists that are playing god, as you called it, have taken a vital part of each gym and are exploiting it to its fullest. Please, we're certain of the breakdown of at least one of them will be immidiate, so as long as we have the funding for the operations, the fall of the gyms then the IBL will happen quite soon, and will be permanent.
"Tell your little group that if they don't have at least one gym destroyed by the end of the week we're going to replace all of them with a more efficient set, and employ a different technique for wasting our enemies, as well as the ones who let this project fail. Do I make myself clear Sanchez?"
The dark haired man nodded as he left the office, immediately pulling his cell phone from his blazer's pocket, dialing the number to the lab.
"Takenowa, I have one thing to say to you and your researchers. Get your asses in gear and fulfill your little plan, or the boss is going to have your heads, literally."
Sanchez smiled as he flipped the phone closed and placed it back in his pocket. This was going to be fun- seeing the scientists squirm.