Sylyne D. Anhem.
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Romantic/Drama/Comedy
Rated PG for very SLIGHT language.
I'm ba-ack... Once, again, it's probably dull, forgive me. I'll try to
liven it up... or something... I know it probably sucks, but, hey, if you
read this far, you'll probably read more.
Chapter Two
"Don't move. And I won't cut the wire," a deep voice cut through
Usagi's mind like a knife. She swallowed and inhaled deeply as she glanced
over her shoulder. A tall masked figure holding the line in one hand and a
large pair of scissors in the other glared down at her. "Scared? You should
be."
The covered woman exhaled and smiled, grimly. "Okay. Just set me down
between the wires."
"I don't think so," the cold voice stated.
"Well, what do you plan to do with me?" Usagi whispered, worriedly.
"I think we need to have a little chat. You have a few... items...
that *I* should have obtained, but you beat me to." Blue eyes stared down at
Usagi, her body still arching away from the trip wire.
"The paintings? Why would you want those paintings?? They're mine!"
"No. They're mine. You just happened to steal them first." the hard
voice continued. Her stomach and outstretched arms trembled.
"Please. Let me down. I'll collapse in a few seconds if you don't,
and then we'll both be screwed." Closing her eyes, the young woman clenched
her muscles. "Hurry..." she gasped. Suddenly, her shoulders slumped and her
holder caught her about a millimetre away from the beam.
Mamoru sighed. Too bad. He would've never have thought his competitor
was a woman. Her silvery voice had cracked through him. Like a memory. Lucky
he'd caught her before she hit the wire. Breathing in, he scooped her up and
hurled her over his shoulder. Pressing a few buttons on a complicated looking
machine, the green light below the painting he stood in front of flicked off.
Placing the canvas between the girl and himself, he climbed out, using her
line.
A deep gasp snapped the tension in the air as the girl shocked back
to life. Only her pure blue eyes visible in her black bedecked body
(an: oooh... I made that one up myself!), Mamoru set her down on the roof
top of the museum.
"Where's the painting?" she cried.
"Why do you want it?"
"WHY DO I WANT IT? Did you not look at it? It's beautiful! It's
perfect! It's a freaking Picasso!" she blurted out.
"I know that. But why do you want this type of painting in
particular?" his deep voice penetrated the darkness.
Her blood ran dry. "What do you mean?"
"You've been ripping me off. You know what paintings I mean. The
princess, the prince, the castle," he glared directly at her, "belong to me.
I want them back."
"I don't," she glanced behind her at the wall, "know what you mean.
But I know I'm," she flicked her eyes back over the edge again, "leaving.
Ta dahling!" a breezy wave and the woman back flipped over the ledge.
"HEY!" Mamoru yelled. The portrait that had been placed at his feet
had vanished with her. "DAMN IT!"
~~~~~~
Usagi exhaled quickly as she caught a fire escape rail and flipped
around it. Smirking at her captor's scream behind her, she slid the painting
out of her backpack and smiled at it. "Perfect." Whisking it back in, she
leapt off the bar and skillfully somersaulted across the gap between
buildings. Reaching the roof, she ran and jumped, repeatedly across buildings.
Finally reaching her own, she slid through the open skylight in her bedroom.
Dropping the painting onto a day bed, she fell to her own bed and laughed,
joyously.
~~~~~~
Mamoru looked around, furiously. She wasn't getting away. No butchy,
thieving, rude female was getting away with his prize. Stopping on a building,
he looked all around. Finally glancing down through the skylight below him,
he was stunned to see a dazzling woman sprawled out on a bed. Long blonde
hair spilling around her like a pool of melted sunbeams, she was wearing a
white-silver spaghetti-string tank top with moons and stars embroidered on it
and short shorts of a matching colour. Long pale legs stretched out on black
silk sheets and the woman threw her arms in the air and began to laugh
hysterically.
'Good God, she's beautiful.' his mind commented, interrupting his
thoughts. 'Possibly insane. But still... positively exquisite.' He leapt
backwards as wide azure eyes snapped up to his face. 'Please say she didn't
see me... Please say she didn't see me...'
Wowwww... you're still reading... Well, shock me, shock me, shock me,
miracles do happen! YOU'RE STILL READING! THAT MEANS I'M CLOSE TO BEING GOOD!
*Sylyne gasps and faints, dramatically. Looking up from her position on the
floor, she smiles evily.
Ooohh... Who wants to read more? Come on... Do you? Email me! PLEASE! I need
to know if I suck or not!
Thanks dahlings!
Sylyne.
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com
Romantic/Drama/Comedy
Rated PG for very SLIGHT language.
I'm ba-ack... Once, again, it's probably dull, forgive me. I'll try to
liven it up... or something... I know it probably sucks, but, hey, if you
read this far, you'll probably read more.
Chapter Two
"Don't move. And I won't cut the wire," a deep voice cut through
Usagi's mind like a knife. She swallowed and inhaled deeply as she glanced
over her shoulder. A tall masked figure holding the line in one hand and a
large pair of scissors in the other glared down at her. "Scared? You should
be."
The covered woman exhaled and smiled, grimly. "Okay. Just set me down
between the wires."
"I don't think so," the cold voice stated.
"Well, what do you plan to do with me?" Usagi whispered, worriedly.
"I think we need to have a little chat. You have a few... items...
that *I* should have obtained, but you beat me to." Blue eyes stared down at
Usagi, her body still arching away from the trip wire.
"The paintings? Why would you want those paintings?? They're mine!"
"No. They're mine. You just happened to steal them first." the hard
voice continued. Her stomach and outstretched arms trembled.
"Please. Let me down. I'll collapse in a few seconds if you don't,
and then we'll both be screwed." Closing her eyes, the young woman clenched
her muscles. "Hurry..." she gasped. Suddenly, her shoulders slumped and her
holder caught her about a millimetre away from the beam.
Mamoru sighed. Too bad. He would've never have thought his competitor
was a woman. Her silvery voice had cracked through him. Like a memory. Lucky
he'd caught her before she hit the wire. Breathing in, he scooped her up and
hurled her over his shoulder. Pressing a few buttons on a complicated looking
machine, the green light below the painting he stood in front of flicked off.
Placing the canvas between the girl and himself, he climbed out, using her
line.
A deep gasp snapped the tension in the air as the girl shocked back
to life. Only her pure blue eyes visible in her black bedecked body
(an: oooh... I made that one up myself!), Mamoru set her down on the roof
top of the museum.
"Where's the painting?" she cried.
"Why do you want it?"
"WHY DO I WANT IT? Did you not look at it? It's beautiful! It's
perfect! It's a freaking Picasso!" she blurted out.
"I know that. But why do you want this type of painting in
particular?" his deep voice penetrated the darkness.
Her blood ran dry. "What do you mean?"
"You've been ripping me off. You know what paintings I mean. The
princess, the prince, the castle," he glared directly at her, "belong to me.
I want them back."
"I don't," she glanced behind her at the wall, "know what you mean.
But I know I'm," she flicked her eyes back over the edge again, "leaving.
Ta dahling!" a breezy wave and the woman back flipped over the ledge.
"HEY!" Mamoru yelled. The portrait that had been placed at his feet
had vanished with her. "DAMN IT!"
~~~~~~
Usagi exhaled quickly as she caught a fire escape rail and flipped
around it. Smirking at her captor's scream behind her, she slid the painting
out of her backpack and smiled at it. "Perfect." Whisking it back in, she
leapt off the bar and skillfully somersaulted across the gap between
buildings. Reaching the roof, she ran and jumped, repeatedly across buildings.
Finally reaching her own, she slid through the open skylight in her bedroom.
Dropping the painting onto a day bed, she fell to her own bed and laughed,
joyously.
~~~~~~
Mamoru looked around, furiously. She wasn't getting away. No butchy,
thieving, rude female was getting away with his prize. Stopping on a building,
he looked all around. Finally glancing down through the skylight below him,
he was stunned to see a dazzling woman sprawled out on a bed. Long blonde
hair spilling around her like a pool of melted sunbeams, she was wearing a
white-silver spaghetti-string tank top with moons and stars embroidered on it
and short shorts of a matching colour. Long pale legs stretched out on black
silk sheets and the woman threw her arms in the air and began to laugh
hysterically.
'Good God, she's beautiful.' his mind commented, interrupting his
thoughts. 'Possibly insane. But still... positively exquisite.' He leapt
backwards as wide azure eyes snapped up to his face. 'Please say she didn't
see me... Please say she didn't see me...'
Wowwww... you're still reading... Well, shock me, shock me, shock me,
miracles do happen! YOU'RE STILL READING! THAT MEANS I'M CLOSE TO BEING GOOD!
*Sylyne gasps and faints, dramatically. Looking up from her position on the
floor, she smiles evily.
Ooohh... Who wants to read more? Come on... Do you? Email me! PLEASE! I need
to know if I suck or not!
Thanks dahlings!
Sylyne.
Email: silvery_sylyne@hotmail.com