"Don't you think this is just a *Little* crazy, Sylia?" Nene yawned, noticing the sky becomming a light blue in the horizon, "Jeez, the sun's comming up even..."
"Hush Nene." Sylia scolded, "If there's anyone living in this area, they're better off asleep, plus We're almost there-just around this corner"
"Yeah, yeah... you keep saying that. Do you even know where we're going?" Nene follwed her silver haired leader through the darkness in Old Tokyo. Sadly Old Tokyo look almost better than the New one...
Sylia shown her flashlight beam on a large pink trailor. The name Priss spray painted accross the side. It look the same as the last time either of them had seen it. Sylia knew that if Priss had returned, she'd be in there. Since Linna had disapeared only a day after being with her parents, Linna would most likely be here too. Or at least she would have tried here, and there'd be evedience of where she went next. Up at the door of the trailor she had to wonder whether she would knock or just open it. If she knocked, Priss may ignore her. Actually, there was a good chance of it. If she didn't, that was just playing rude.
She decided a compromise was fitting. She knocked lightly and then cracked open the door to peer in. She shown her flash light around, at first she didn't see anyone. Then accross the trailor, She could see that someone was alseep in the bed. She stepped in the door way. Nene was trying to get a look in from behind her, but having rather poor luck.
"Ahem..." Sylia said in hopes of waking the bed sleeper up. It worked like a charm. Priss Jumped out of bed, like she was just caught doing something wrong by a parent.
"Who? Sylia is that you?" Priss squinted at the flashlight beam in her face.
"I'm glad you're here Priss" Sylia smiled. Nene hopped in behind her finnaly to get a look.
"Priss! I can't believe you made it? How did you do it? Wow! Priss!" Nene cooed happily, forgeting how tierd she was for the moment.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Priss growled.
"What's going on?" Linna sat up in Priss' bed. Sylia raised an eyebrow. How interesting. Priss allowed Linna to sleep with her?
"Hello Linna, and congradulations" Sylia smiled and nodded in Linna's direction. The sun was up enough to see everyone elses face now. Linna blushed furiously at this, "I mean making it back in one piece."
" Thank you Sylia! Nene? Hey!" Linna wanted to jumped out of bed and go hug both of them, but she was missing her outfit, and even though it wasn't like they hadn't seen her naked before, she didn't want to make a scene.
"Arrrgh..." Priss turned around and glared at Linna.
"What?" Linna asked, truely unsure why she was just glared at.
Turning back to Sylia and stomping forward, "Get out of here..." She sneered.
Sylia took one last look at Linna. She was still in the bed, with the blankets wrapped up around her. Linna would have normally had a larger hello. It certainly took them long enough. She nodded at Priss with a sly smile, "I understand. If the both of you would meet me down the street in the old Starbucks as soon as possible I'd apprieciate it."
Priss held her steady glare. Nene hopped out, and Sylia strode out behind her. They continued on thier way to the Starbucks.
"They weren't... "Nene asked Sylia, not quite sure if she got the whole situation right, "You know...were they?"
"Why Nene? Does that kind of thing intrest you?" Sylia looked at Nene curiously.
Nene freaked out, "No! It just seemed wierd. I mean I figured Linna swung that way and maybe you... but Priss? I guess she is kind of Dyke-ish..."
"Nene." Sylia scolded again.
"What? It's true... but she did have that thing going on with Leon. LEON!" Nene babbled, "He is going to be so happy she's alive. Well... maybe not if she's... "
Sylia rolled her eyes as Nene babbled all the way to the brokendown coffee house.
"God damn it" Priss punched a wall the her trailor.
Linna stared at Priss, who was so upset now. Was she regretting the very little that she and Linna had done the night previous? Or was it just the fact that that was Sylia. She looked for her clothes, and found them with ease. She dressed silently just watching Priss fume. Priss ate a bit of the food supply, glareing the whole time. She offered some to Linna without a word, and Linna took it politely and ate as well.
"Are we going to go meet them?" Linna asked after a long while.
"Go ahead if you want to." Priss answered.
"What's wrong?" Linna begged Priss to open up again, because there was obviously something bothering her. "Is it about me? Are you mad about me?"
"No. Just leave me alone, alright?" Priss snapped.
"Then it's about Sylia? If you cared so much about her how can you just turn it off like that? She's probably just trying to pay us!" Linna snapped back.
"So let her keep her money. I don't want to deal with it. She's going to ask us to put on hardsuits again, Linna. She's not done until we're dead. Like all of her other little toys." Priss argued.
"It's not like that. I know it." Linna stood up to Priss, "And you know it too!"
"Oh really?" Priss snarled, "If you know me so well, then why do you always have so many damned questions? huh?"
"I like being a Knight Saber. I like having a reason to wake up in the morning, and a reason to keep a strong will to fight. It may not be easy, and it may not be safe- but I will put my life on the line, and that's not Sylia's choice. It's mine. Can you really say you don't want to be a Knight Saber anymore?"
"I don't want to be a Knight Saber anymore." Priss said with a serious straight face, keeping eye contact with Linna the whole time. It was a perfect lie.
"I know that's not true!" Linna barked.
"Just leave." Priss sighed.
"What?" Linna said very meakly.
"Just go. Get out of here. Go be a Knight Saber." Priss waved her hand at Linna.
"Wait... Priss..." Linna whimpered.
Priss turned and started sifting threw the piles of sheet music again. She ignored Linna's existence. Linna walked out the door. She walked over to the Starbucks. Sylia was sipping on a cup of coffee she had made herself, and Nene was passed out on the table top. Linna walked in and sat down at the table. When Linna sat down Nene woke up. She stretched and looked around.
"Hey, where's Priss?" Nene asked.
"She didn't want to come..." Linna sighed.
"She's angry. I understand. I guess I would be too." Sylia smiled at Linna. Linna wasn't sure how to take that after the information she knew now. Did Sylia know that she knew? Was Priss right, did Sylia know more about them than they knew about themselves?
"So can we go nooooow?" Nene whinned, "I'd really like to get some sleep."
Sylia nodded again and took another sip from her Coffee. "Linna would you mind joining us? I was planning on holding a team meeting last night, but now it'll have to wait until we can get it all together. Nigel and Mackie await our return."
"She's gonna pay us too. When do I get that dinner?" Nene added.
"Sure, I guess..." Linna said to Sylia.
"Good." Sylia stood up, "Nene, will you take Linna to the car?"
"Uh... If I can remember where it is"
"I'm sure you will"
"What are you going to do?" Linna asked.
"I was going to go get Priss" Sylia answered and turned to walk out.
"I don't think she wants to see you right now Sylia..." Linna followed Sylia out. Nene hurried after the both of them.
"Don't worry Linna. Just go with Nene, okay?" Sylia smiled and winked at Linna. Linna became annoyed with this.
"No. I mean it. She's not too happy about anything having to do with you." Linna stood in Sylia's path.
"Mmmmm." Sylia pondered this a moment, and then growing frusterated with it herself she looked back up at Linna, "You may think you know what you're talking about Linna, but whatever Priss has told you is not true. What have I ever done to harm any of you?"
Linna held her place, "You know what you've done."
"Nene. Do you think you could find you're way back to the car on you're own?" Sylia asked without taking her eyes off of Linna.
"All alone!? Sylia! I could be attacked and raped or something." Nene squeeled.
"Well if you stay here Nene you might be subjected to refrences to you know girls with other girls, or even worse you might actually see it." Sylia still didn't budge, even in her sarcasim with Nene.
"Ack! Are you serious!?" Nene whimpered.
"Mmm-hmmm" Sylia nodded.
Without another word Nene ran off in the direction off the car.
"Why'd you send Nene off?" Linna accused, "You didn't want her to find out about anymore of you're dirty past?"
"What do you know of my past Linna?" Sylia finnaly looked away, "Whatever Priss told you was a lie."
"So you never suduced her?" Linna glared. She was starting to doubt herself. Sylia was acting so upset by this... but Priss had been so sincere.
"No." Sylia sighed, "That's not what I'd call it."
"Did you ever... " Linna found herself unable to say the words 'take advantage of her'. just because it sounded so stupid in context. Priss. Did you ever take advantage of Priss?
"Sure, I've slept with Priss." Sylia could feel a pounding in her head again. Slowly churning. "Quite a few times."
"Did you know how she felt about you?" Linna could feel her mind drifting. It was imagining Priss and Sylia in a passionate embrace. Who was the dominant one? Sylia must have been, after all she was behind it all right?
"The same as I felt about her, a young couple of women in love." Sylia stepped away and put her hand to her forehead. These headaches came far too often.
"You loved her?" Linna blinked. Priss made it sound as if Sylia had just used and abused her.
"Yes. And I still do." Sylia faked a smile at Linna, not because she was lying, but it's hard to smile when it feels like there's a vice on you're temples.
"I-" Linna wasn't sure what to say next.
"Now if you walk out to the nearset street, north from here..." Sylia paused, "That's where Nene and the car will be waiting." She then walked past Linna straight to Priss' trailor. She walked right in and took a seat on Priss' bed.
"I'm not comming back, Sylia" Priss shook her head not even looking up from the piece she was working on.
"That's not why I'm here." Sylia said simply. She was wishing for a nice bottle of bacardi right then. There didn't look to be anything. Priss didn't even bother to ask why. Sylia chose to ignore the headache, there was more important business to attend to, "Mmmm hasn't changed a bit in here."
"The fridge is a boomer" Priss noted outloud.
"Well I was reffering to the random papers on the floor, and the spary paint and pictures posted up everywhere, but I would suppose the refridgerator being a boomer is a change." Sylia looked at Priss. She was really trying hard to ignore Sylia.
"Why are you here?" Priss sighed after a long silence.
"I know I never really explained myself to you, Priss... but there were reasons."
"Oh no. Not going into this. It's long gone and burried Sylia. Leave it there."Priss shook her head, still not looking up at her.
"Is it though?" Sylia stated, "From the attitude I just got from Linna..."
Priss finnaly looked up in a glare.
"I thought so." Sylia smirked. Priss glared harder. It sounded like a low growl came from her too. Sylia quit smirking. She stood up, and brushed herself off. "I'm sure Linna will fit your needs better than I ever could. Do you want your pay mailed here?"
Priss stood up too, fuming. She had no motorcycle to go escape on. She had nowhere to run. Her flight instinct wasn't an option. She smashed both of her fist down on the desk. "Fuck you Sylia. I hope the millions of people you've had a hand in destroying rip you to part when you finnally get to hell, you bitch."
Sylia froze stareing at Priss' angry words leaving her mouth. She could feel her entire body trembling within. Her headache paused, like the eye of the storm. Then with Priss' following silence it came back ten times worse than the headache from a couple nights ago. She blacked out.
When she opened her eyes Priss was sitting on the bed next to her. She wasn't in Priss's trailor, but her own bedroom. Priss was just stareing off into space. Sylia remembered the last thing she heard, why was she here with Priss now?
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ -----------------It's a flashback squigly
Sylia was stareing at Priss in shock. Her hand was trembling, and her eyes wer glassy. Priss was rather pleased with herself. She got a reaction out of her, she hit a point she knew would hurt. Sylia fell to her knees and started crying into her hands. When Priss moved a little closer she could here the words in between the sobs. Sylia was cusing herself out far worse than Priss had just done. She was threating her own life. She was pulling out every little detail she could to throw in her own face. Priss quickly found herself very uneasy. She'd never seen Sylia give much of a reaction, much less this. Had Sylia always been like this?
She dug threw the food and pulled out a beer. Sylia was an alcholic, maybe this would help. She offered her the beer. When Sylia didn't react to her offering she just sat it down in front of her. She was begining to get scared. The things Sylia were saying were really, really morbid. She reached out and grabbed the bottle. It was almost as if she didn't even know Priss was there anymore. She cracked it open and chugged half of it down. Then she stood up. Priss felt slightly relived, the alchol helped. Sylia's face was streaked with tears, but she still had the gentle soft features that made her so beautiful. She smashed the beer bottle on the countertop, sobbing again while she did so. Glass and beer sprayed everywhere.
"SYLIA!" Priss yelled "I'm sorry, snap out of it! SYLIA!"
"Why did you leave me papa?" Sylia asked, "Why did you do such horrible things to me? Why did you make boomers out of me?"
"Sylia! You're dad's dead. It's not you're fault! SYLIA!" Priss walked up to Sylia and grabbed ahold of her, embracing her from behind.
"I tried. I swear it. I loved them. I loved them all, I didn't want it to happen that way. "
"Sylia... you're dad's gone. I'm Priss. C'mon Sylia. You need serious help. Sylia..." Priss begged.
"Priss... "
"That's right Priss..."
"I'm so very sorry. I never meant to hurt you the way I did. If I hadn't... I'm sorry." Sylia sobbed again. Priss could feel the warm water on her cheeks now. Was she crying?
She begged Sylia agian, "Please Sylia. Everything will be fine. You need some help."
"I still love you. I love all of you. I don't want to hurt you all anymore. I don't want to be my father, I just wanted to stop what he started. I- I-...don't deserve to live. I'm the cause of thousands of lost lives."
"No... no. I was just angry Sylia. You've saved more than you've killed. You do great things! Don't talk like this...." Priss decided she must definately be crying because her eyes were all blurry.
Sylia stabbed herself with the broken bottle. She fell into Priss' arms. Priss looked down at the now bloody wound, then to Sylia's face.
"Please don't let anyone see what I've done..." Was the last thing she said. Priss hurried around finding what she could to bandage the wound. She covered the blood with a bathrobe she never used, and carried Sylia out to where she knew they would have parked. She told Linna and Nene that she must've passed out from exhaustion or something. When she got her home she had Nigel help her with it. Nigel was the only other one that would know of Sylia's... behavoir. He didn't say much about it. He just stopped the bleeding and patched her up. He looked at her for a long while then shook his head and left the room.
Priss and Linna stayed with her. Linna didn't know what all the fuss was about.
"What really happened back there?" Linna prodded Priss.
"Just what I said. I told her I wasn't comming back and she passed out." Priss repeated.
"Are you okay?" Linna asked.
"I'm fine." Priss said monotonously.
Linna smiled and pecked Priss on the cheek.
"Hey" Priss looked at Linna a little shocked.
"What? Whenever I ask for a kiss you tell me I'm dreaming- so why not just grab one when I can?"
Priss chuckled, "Cute."
"Why thank you, I try" Linna grinned. She certainly had a way of cheering Priss up, even if it wasn't very obvious on the exterior.. Priss stood up and faced Linna. She held a deep emotionless stare. Then she smiled at Linna.
"C'mhere you" She grabbed out at Linna and pulled her closer, and planted a quick kiss right on her lips. Then she waited for a reaction. Linna swooned. It was one of the funniest things she could have expected. A swoon over a little kiss on the lips, it was halliarious. She wrapped her arms tightly around Linna's waist. It really felt good to be with a woman again, men were just too... much like herself.
"This is a change..." Linna whispered into Priss' ear. Priss backed off, and sat back down. It was a change, and she was glad. She needed one.
Hours later Sylia woke up.
"You need help." Priss said finnaly.
"For?" Sylia squinted her eyebrows very confused.
"Everything. All that you said back there." Priss answered.
"I never said anything. You were the one who shot out at me." Sylia reminded.
"After that." Priss looked at Sylia with concern.
"I passed out." Sylia said, "That happens when the headaches are that bad...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you a scare if I did."
"No." Priss stood up and closed the door, she turned around and said, "You starting yelling at yourself about killing people, and your dad, and how you were sorry for everything. Then you tried to kill yourself in my trailor. That's why you need help. not because of headaches."
"Nonsense." Sylia stated evenly.
"What do you mean nonsense? If you could have only seen yourself Sylia... You really...scared me." Priss whispered.
Sylia looked down at the stab wound. She had broken down in front of someone. It was true. She poked it a bit. It hurt worse than the hand wounds usually do, but not as bad as other have. She stood up and walked up to Priss.
"I'm not getting help." Sylia put a hand on Priss' shoulder, "And I'd apprieciate it if we could keep this between just you and I."
"But-"
"There is no but. If I go back to a psycyatrist I won't have the time I need to deal with far more important things. I'm sorry you had to see that, I don't know what happened." Sylia patted the shoulder and then walked for the door Priss had just closed.
"You had said something..." Priss' voice cracked, which worried her so she paused.
"What?" Sylia glanced over her shoulder casually.
"You had said that you had to "hurt" me, if you hadn't... and then you never finnished. What was the end Sylia?" Priss stood there in the most vulnerable state she had been in, in almost a year now.
"I don't remember saying that." Sylia bowed her head.
"SYLIA!" Priss screamed.
"If I hadn't pushed you away we could never have worked together the way we have. If I brought myself into battle you might make a mistake in trying to protect me. I've always tried to protect you all."
"That's it?" Priss longed for a better, or more realistic reason, like she'd always believed.
"Yes, Priss. I still love you to this day, it just can never be. Understand?" Sylia opened the door, and with no response from Priss she walked out. "Oh hi Linna!"
Priss only had to wait a few seconds and Linna was in the room.
"You were eves dropping weren't you?" Priss sighed, sitting down on the bed.
"Not until you screamed... " Linna answered, she sat down next to Priss.
"And?"
"And what? I did hear the rest, you guys were right by the door."
"No, I mean what do you think?"
"I think Sylia means what she says." Linna answered. "But I think she's missing out if she feels that way. No job, no matter how important it was to me could ever stop me from... "She blushed noticing she was about to announce her crush again.
"Not even the Knight Sabers?" Priss raised an eyebrow.
"Without you, what is the Knight Sabers?" Linna hugged Priss, "Where's the competetion?"
"Heh."
"How romantic." Linna teased, "Without you even the most important job in the world to me doesn't matter... heh."
"I've never considered myself romantic." Priss laughed.
"Hey guys!" Nene poked her head in the room, very cautiously in hopes of not catching Linna sn Priss touching or kissing or any of that icky stuff, she was lucky. "Sylia just said she wants to hold the meeting in about ten minutes! Did you see Mackie? He said he was going to go make sandwitches but I can't find him..."
Priss just stared at Nene, who was her perky self as usual.
"I think Nigel grabbed him." Linna said.
"Okay, thanks. See you guys in ten minutes." She waved and ran off towards the garage.
When she walked in she saw the most spectacular hardsuit she had ever seen. It was green, so it had to be Linna's. The design was exquisite, even less bulky, and more weapons. Next to it hung Sylia's with variations. Nigel was working on another one, and Mackie was handing him the tools.
"Does this mean Sylia wants to continue with the Knight Sabers?" Nene gawked at what she saw. Mackie noticed her and hurrried over.
"Nene, I'll have the sandwitches done in just a few minutes. Nigel just needed me for a minute." He rationalized.
"Oh." She couldn't stop stareing at the new hardsuit. She wanted one, it was so pretty and looked so powerful. "What's that..." She pointed at the one nigel was building.
"That's you're new hardsuit..." He said innocently.
"Yey! Is it gonna be like Linna's? With all those new features."
"Kinda. It will have diffrent features." Mackie nodded.
"This is gonna be so cooool" She grinned.
"Mackie." Nigel said. Mackie hurried back over and handed him another part. The suits were going togther fast.
"Hush Nene." Sylia scolded, "If there's anyone living in this area, they're better off asleep, plus We're almost there-just around this corner"
"Yeah, yeah... you keep saying that. Do you even know where we're going?" Nene follwed her silver haired leader through the darkness in Old Tokyo. Sadly Old Tokyo look almost better than the New one...
Sylia shown her flashlight beam on a large pink trailor. The name Priss spray painted accross the side. It look the same as the last time either of them had seen it. Sylia knew that if Priss had returned, she'd be in there. Since Linna had disapeared only a day after being with her parents, Linna would most likely be here too. Or at least she would have tried here, and there'd be evedience of where she went next. Up at the door of the trailor she had to wonder whether she would knock or just open it. If she knocked, Priss may ignore her. Actually, there was a good chance of it. If she didn't, that was just playing rude.
She decided a compromise was fitting. She knocked lightly and then cracked open the door to peer in. She shown her flash light around, at first she didn't see anyone. Then accross the trailor, She could see that someone was alseep in the bed. She stepped in the door way. Nene was trying to get a look in from behind her, but having rather poor luck.
"Ahem..." Sylia said in hopes of waking the bed sleeper up. It worked like a charm. Priss Jumped out of bed, like she was just caught doing something wrong by a parent.
"Who? Sylia is that you?" Priss squinted at the flashlight beam in her face.
"I'm glad you're here Priss" Sylia smiled. Nene hopped in behind her finnaly to get a look.
"Priss! I can't believe you made it? How did you do it? Wow! Priss!" Nene cooed happily, forgeting how tierd she was for the moment.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Priss growled.
"What's going on?" Linna sat up in Priss' bed. Sylia raised an eyebrow. How interesting. Priss allowed Linna to sleep with her?
"Hello Linna, and congradulations" Sylia smiled and nodded in Linna's direction. The sun was up enough to see everyone elses face now. Linna blushed furiously at this, "I mean making it back in one piece."
" Thank you Sylia! Nene? Hey!" Linna wanted to jumped out of bed and go hug both of them, but she was missing her outfit, and even though it wasn't like they hadn't seen her naked before, she didn't want to make a scene.
"Arrrgh..." Priss turned around and glared at Linna.
"What?" Linna asked, truely unsure why she was just glared at.
Turning back to Sylia and stomping forward, "Get out of here..." She sneered.
Sylia took one last look at Linna. She was still in the bed, with the blankets wrapped up around her. Linna would have normally had a larger hello. It certainly took them long enough. She nodded at Priss with a sly smile, "I understand. If the both of you would meet me down the street in the old Starbucks as soon as possible I'd apprieciate it."
Priss held her steady glare. Nene hopped out, and Sylia strode out behind her. They continued on thier way to the Starbucks.
"They weren't... "Nene asked Sylia, not quite sure if she got the whole situation right, "You know...were they?"
"Why Nene? Does that kind of thing intrest you?" Sylia looked at Nene curiously.
Nene freaked out, "No! It just seemed wierd. I mean I figured Linna swung that way and maybe you... but Priss? I guess she is kind of Dyke-ish..."
"Nene." Sylia scolded again.
"What? It's true... but she did have that thing going on with Leon. LEON!" Nene babbled, "He is going to be so happy she's alive. Well... maybe not if she's... "
Sylia rolled her eyes as Nene babbled all the way to the brokendown coffee house.
"God damn it" Priss punched a wall the her trailor.
Linna stared at Priss, who was so upset now. Was she regretting the very little that she and Linna had done the night previous? Or was it just the fact that that was Sylia. She looked for her clothes, and found them with ease. She dressed silently just watching Priss fume. Priss ate a bit of the food supply, glareing the whole time. She offered some to Linna without a word, and Linna took it politely and ate as well.
"Are we going to go meet them?" Linna asked after a long while.
"Go ahead if you want to." Priss answered.
"What's wrong?" Linna begged Priss to open up again, because there was obviously something bothering her. "Is it about me? Are you mad about me?"
"No. Just leave me alone, alright?" Priss snapped.
"Then it's about Sylia? If you cared so much about her how can you just turn it off like that? She's probably just trying to pay us!" Linna snapped back.
"So let her keep her money. I don't want to deal with it. She's going to ask us to put on hardsuits again, Linna. She's not done until we're dead. Like all of her other little toys." Priss argued.
"It's not like that. I know it." Linna stood up to Priss, "And you know it too!"
"Oh really?" Priss snarled, "If you know me so well, then why do you always have so many damned questions? huh?"
"I like being a Knight Saber. I like having a reason to wake up in the morning, and a reason to keep a strong will to fight. It may not be easy, and it may not be safe- but I will put my life on the line, and that's not Sylia's choice. It's mine. Can you really say you don't want to be a Knight Saber anymore?"
"I don't want to be a Knight Saber anymore." Priss said with a serious straight face, keeping eye contact with Linna the whole time. It was a perfect lie.
"I know that's not true!" Linna barked.
"Just leave." Priss sighed.
"What?" Linna said very meakly.
"Just go. Get out of here. Go be a Knight Saber." Priss waved her hand at Linna.
"Wait... Priss..." Linna whimpered.
Priss turned and started sifting threw the piles of sheet music again. She ignored Linna's existence. Linna walked out the door. She walked over to the Starbucks. Sylia was sipping on a cup of coffee she had made herself, and Nene was passed out on the table top. Linna walked in and sat down at the table. When Linna sat down Nene woke up. She stretched and looked around.
"Hey, where's Priss?" Nene asked.
"She didn't want to come..." Linna sighed.
"She's angry. I understand. I guess I would be too." Sylia smiled at Linna. Linna wasn't sure how to take that after the information she knew now. Did Sylia know that she knew? Was Priss right, did Sylia know more about them than they knew about themselves?
"So can we go nooooow?" Nene whinned, "I'd really like to get some sleep."
Sylia nodded again and took another sip from her Coffee. "Linna would you mind joining us? I was planning on holding a team meeting last night, but now it'll have to wait until we can get it all together. Nigel and Mackie await our return."
"She's gonna pay us too. When do I get that dinner?" Nene added.
"Sure, I guess..." Linna said to Sylia.
"Good." Sylia stood up, "Nene, will you take Linna to the car?"
"Uh... If I can remember where it is"
"I'm sure you will"
"What are you going to do?" Linna asked.
"I was going to go get Priss" Sylia answered and turned to walk out.
"I don't think she wants to see you right now Sylia..." Linna followed Sylia out. Nene hurried after the both of them.
"Don't worry Linna. Just go with Nene, okay?" Sylia smiled and winked at Linna. Linna became annoyed with this.
"No. I mean it. She's not too happy about anything having to do with you." Linna stood in Sylia's path.
"Mmmmm." Sylia pondered this a moment, and then growing frusterated with it herself she looked back up at Linna, "You may think you know what you're talking about Linna, but whatever Priss has told you is not true. What have I ever done to harm any of you?"
Linna held her place, "You know what you've done."
"Nene. Do you think you could find you're way back to the car on you're own?" Sylia asked without taking her eyes off of Linna.
"All alone!? Sylia! I could be attacked and raped or something." Nene squeeled.
"Well if you stay here Nene you might be subjected to refrences to you know girls with other girls, or even worse you might actually see it." Sylia still didn't budge, even in her sarcasim with Nene.
"Ack! Are you serious!?" Nene whimpered.
"Mmm-hmmm" Sylia nodded.
Without another word Nene ran off in the direction off the car.
"Why'd you send Nene off?" Linna accused, "You didn't want her to find out about anymore of you're dirty past?"
"What do you know of my past Linna?" Sylia finnaly looked away, "Whatever Priss told you was a lie."
"So you never suduced her?" Linna glared. She was starting to doubt herself. Sylia was acting so upset by this... but Priss had been so sincere.
"No." Sylia sighed, "That's not what I'd call it."
"Did you ever... " Linna found herself unable to say the words 'take advantage of her'. just because it sounded so stupid in context. Priss. Did you ever take advantage of Priss?
"Sure, I've slept with Priss." Sylia could feel a pounding in her head again. Slowly churning. "Quite a few times."
"Did you know how she felt about you?" Linna could feel her mind drifting. It was imagining Priss and Sylia in a passionate embrace. Who was the dominant one? Sylia must have been, after all she was behind it all right?
"The same as I felt about her, a young couple of women in love." Sylia stepped away and put her hand to her forehead. These headaches came far too often.
"You loved her?" Linna blinked. Priss made it sound as if Sylia had just used and abused her.
"Yes. And I still do." Sylia faked a smile at Linna, not because she was lying, but it's hard to smile when it feels like there's a vice on you're temples.
"I-" Linna wasn't sure what to say next.
"Now if you walk out to the nearset street, north from here..." Sylia paused, "That's where Nene and the car will be waiting." She then walked past Linna straight to Priss' trailor. She walked right in and took a seat on Priss' bed.
"I'm not comming back, Sylia" Priss shook her head not even looking up from the piece she was working on.
"That's not why I'm here." Sylia said simply. She was wishing for a nice bottle of bacardi right then. There didn't look to be anything. Priss didn't even bother to ask why. Sylia chose to ignore the headache, there was more important business to attend to, "Mmmm hasn't changed a bit in here."
"The fridge is a boomer" Priss noted outloud.
"Well I was reffering to the random papers on the floor, and the spary paint and pictures posted up everywhere, but I would suppose the refridgerator being a boomer is a change." Sylia looked at Priss. She was really trying hard to ignore Sylia.
"Why are you here?" Priss sighed after a long silence.
"I know I never really explained myself to you, Priss... but there were reasons."
"Oh no. Not going into this. It's long gone and burried Sylia. Leave it there."Priss shook her head, still not looking up at her.
"Is it though?" Sylia stated, "From the attitude I just got from Linna..."
Priss finnaly looked up in a glare.
"I thought so." Sylia smirked. Priss glared harder. It sounded like a low growl came from her too. Sylia quit smirking. She stood up, and brushed herself off. "I'm sure Linna will fit your needs better than I ever could. Do you want your pay mailed here?"
Priss stood up too, fuming. She had no motorcycle to go escape on. She had nowhere to run. Her flight instinct wasn't an option. She smashed both of her fist down on the desk. "Fuck you Sylia. I hope the millions of people you've had a hand in destroying rip you to part when you finnally get to hell, you bitch."
Sylia froze stareing at Priss' angry words leaving her mouth. She could feel her entire body trembling within. Her headache paused, like the eye of the storm. Then with Priss' following silence it came back ten times worse than the headache from a couple nights ago. She blacked out.
When she opened her eyes Priss was sitting on the bed next to her. She wasn't in Priss's trailor, but her own bedroom. Priss was just stareing off into space. Sylia remembered the last thing she heard, why was she here with Priss now?
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ -----------------It's a flashback squigly
Sylia was stareing at Priss in shock. Her hand was trembling, and her eyes wer glassy. Priss was rather pleased with herself. She got a reaction out of her, she hit a point she knew would hurt. Sylia fell to her knees and started crying into her hands. When Priss moved a little closer she could here the words in between the sobs. Sylia was cusing herself out far worse than Priss had just done. She was threating her own life. She was pulling out every little detail she could to throw in her own face. Priss quickly found herself very uneasy. She'd never seen Sylia give much of a reaction, much less this. Had Sylia always been like this?
She dug threw the food and pulled out a beer. Sylia was an alcholic, maybe this would help. She offered her the beer. When Sylia didn't react to her offering she just sat it down in front of her. She was begining to get scared. The things Sylia were saying were really, really morbid. She reached out and grabbed the bottle. It was almost as if she didn't even know Priss was there anymore. She cracked it open and chugged half of it down. Then she stood up. Priss felt slightly relived, the alchol helped. Sylia's face was streaked with tears, but she still had the gentle soft features that made her so beautiful. She smashed the beer bottle on the countertop, sobbing again while she did so. Glass and beer sprayed everywhere.
"SYLIA!" Priss yelled "I'm sorry, snap out of it! SYLIA!"
"Why did you leave me papa?" Sylia asked, "Why did you do such horrible things to me? Why did you make boomers out of me?"
"Sylia! You're dad's dead. It's not you're fault! SYLIA!" Priss walked up to Sylia and grabbed ahold of her, embracing her from behind.
"I tried. I swear it. I loved them. I loved them all, I didn't want it to happen that way. "
"Sylia... you're dad's gone. I'm Priss. C'mon Sylia. You need serious help. Sylia..." Priss begged.
"Priss... "
"That's right Priss..."
"I'm so very sorry. I never meant to hurt you the way I did. If I hadn't... I'm sorry." Sylia sobbed again. Priss could feel the warm water on her cheeks now. Was she crying?
She begged Sylia agian, "Please Sylia. Everything will be fine. You need some help."
"I still love you. I love all of you. I don't want to hurt you all anymore. I don't want to be my father, I just wanted to stop what he started. I- I-...don't deserve to live. I'm the cause of thousands of lost lives."
"No... no. I was just angry Sylia. You've saved more than you've killed. You do great things! Don't talk like this...." Priss decided she must definately be crying because her eyes were all blurry.
Sylia stabbed herself with the broken bottle. She fell into Priss' arms. Priss looked down at the now bloody wound, then to Sylia's face.
"Please don't let anyone see what I've done..." Was the last thing she said. Priss hurried around finding what she could to bandage the wound. She covered the blood with a bathrobe she never used, and carried Sylia out to where she knew they would have parked. She told Linna and Nene that she must've passed out from exhaustion or something. When she got her home she had Nigel help her with it. Nigel was the only other one that would know of Sylia's... behavoir. He didn't say much about it. He just stopped the bleeding and patched her up. He looked at her for a long while then shook his head and left the room.
Priss and Linna stayed with her. Linna didn't know what all the fuss was about.
"What really happened back there?" Linna prodded Priss.
"Just what I said. I told her I wasn't comming back and she passed out." Priss repeated.
"Are you okay?" Linna asked.
"I'm fine." Priss said monotonously.
Linna smiled and pecked Priss on the cheek.
"Hey" Priss looked at Linna a little shocked.
"What? Whenever I ask for a kiss you tell me I'm dreaming- so why not just grab one when I can?"
Priss chuckled, "Cute."
"Why thank you, I try" Linna grinned. She certainly had a way of cheering Priss up, even if it wasn't very obvious on the exterior.. Priss stood up and faced Linna. She held a deep emotionless stare. Then she smiled at Linna.
"C'mhere you" She grabbed out at Linna and pulled her closer, and planted a quick kiss right on her lips. Then she waited for a reaction. Linna swooned. It was one of the funniest things she could have expected. A swoon over a little kiss on the lips, it was halliarious. She wrapped her arms tightly around Linna's waist. It really felt good to be with a woman again, men were just too... much like herself.
"This is a change..." Linna whispered into Priss' ear. Priss backed off, and sat back down. It was a change, and she was glad. She needed one.
Hours later Sylia woke up.
"You need help." Priss said finnaly.
"For?" Sylia squinted her eyebrows very confused.
"Everything. All that you said back there." Priss answered.
"I never said anything. You were the one who shot out at me." Sylia reminded.
"After that." Priss looked at Sylia with concern.
"I passed out." Sylia said, "That happens when the headaches are that bad...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you a scare if I did."
"No." Priss stood up and closed the door, she turned around and said, "You starting yelling at yourself about killing people, and your dad, and how you were sorry for everything. Then you tried to kill yourself in my trailor. That's why you need help. not because of headaches."
"Nonsense." Sylia stated evenly.
"What do you mean nonsense? If you could have only seen yourself Sylia... You really...scared me." Priss whispered.
Sylia looked down at the stab wound. She had broken down in front of someone. It was true. She poked it a bit. It hurt worse than the hand wounds usually do, but not as bad as other have. She stood up and walked up to Priss.
"I'm not getting help." Sylia put a hand on Priss' shoulder, "And I'd apprieciate it if we could keep this between just you and I."
"But-"
"There is no but. If I go back to a psycyatrist I won't have the time I need to deal with far more important things. I'm sorry you had to see that, I don't know what happened." Sylia patted the shoulder and then walked for the door Priss had just closed.
"You had said something..." Priss' voice cracked, which worried her so she paused.
"What?" Sylia glanced over her shoulder casually.
"You had said that you had to "hurt" me, if you hadn't... and then you never finnished. What was the end Sylia?" Priss stood there in the most vulnerable state she had been in, in almost a year now.
"I don't remember saying that." Sylia bowed her head.
"SYLIA!" Priss screamed.
"If I hadn't pushed you away we could never have worked together the way we have. If I brought myself into battle you might make a mistake in trying to protect me. I've always tried to protect you all."
"That's it?" Priss longed for a better, or more realistic reason, like she'd always believed.
"Yes, Priss. I still love you to this day, it just can never be. Understand?" Sylia opened the door, and with no response from Priss she walked out. "Oh hi Linna!"
Priss only had to wait a few seconds and Linna was in the room.
"You were eves dropping weren't you?" Priss sighed, sitting down on the bed.
"Not until you screamed... " Linna answered, she sat down next to Priss.
"And?"
"And what? I did hear the rest, you guys were right by the door."
"No, I mean what do you think?"
"I think Sylia means what she says." Linna answered. "But I think she's missing out if she feels that way. No job, no matter how important it was to me could ever stop me from... "She blushed noticing she was about to announce her crush again.
"Not even the Knight Sabers?" Priss raised an eyebrow.
"Without you, what is the Knight Sabers?" Linna hugged Priss, "Where's the competetion?"
"Heh."
"How romantic." Linna teased, "Without you even the most important job in the world to me doesn't matter... heh."
"I've never considered myself romantic." Priss laughed.
"Hey guys!" Nene poked her head in the room, very cautiously in hopes of not catching Linna sn Priss touching or kissing or any of that icky stuff, she was lucky. "Sylia just said she wants to hold the meeting in about ten minutes! Did you see Mackie? He said he was going to go make sandwitches but I can't find him..."
Priss just stared at Nene, who was her perky self as usual.
"I think Nigel grabbed him." Linna said.
"Okay, thanks. See you guys in ten minutes." She waved and ran off towards the garage.
When she walked in she saw the most spectacular hardsuit she had ever seen. It was green, so it had to be Linna's. The design was exquisite, even less bulky, and more weapons. Next to it hung Sylia's with variations. Nigel was working on another one, and Mackie was handing him the tools.
"Does this mean Sylia wants to continue with the Knight Sabers?" Nene gawked at what she saw. Mackie noticed her and hurrried over.
"Nene, I'll have the sandwitches done in just a few minutes. Nigel just needed me for a minute." He rationalized.
"Oh." She couldn't stop stareing at the new hardsuit. She wanted one, it was so pretty and looked so powerful. "What's that..." She pointed at the one nigel was building.
"That's you're new hardsuit..." He said innocently.
"Yey! Is it gonna be like Linna's? With all those new features."
"Kinda. It will have diffrent features." Mackie nodded.
"This is gonna be so cooool" She grinned.
"Mackie." Nigel said. Mackie hurried back over and handed him another part. The suits were going togther fast.