Priss walked into the restraunt Nene had arranged the meeting at. Leon was already seated at a table for two, and the host showed her over to him. He held out a rose for her, and gave her the most pathedic 'love me' look she had ever seen. She took a seat across from him.
"I was afraid you hadn't made it. Nene had me real worried." Leon used his crappy Leon charm to win a smile out of Priss. Somehow it worked.
"You were just afraid you'd loose that kiss I promised you." She countered, with a sly smirk.
"Hey" He scratched the back of his head, "Well maybe that too..."
"You moron..." She teased.
"No need for name calling here, heaven knows I get enough of it from Nene. She's quite good at it, you know?" He shook his head
Priss looked blankly at him for a moment. She picked up her menu and scanned over the entrees. Leon followed her example and put himself in his menu.
Meanwhile in a much less Leon envaided part of Japan, Nene was sitting on a swing stareing out at the sunset. The orange was fading into pink, into red, into purple, into blue, and then into the night sky. It was like a painting. She sighed and began to talk to herself.
"I wonder if the date is going well..." She sighed. She pictured Priss and Leon eating at a fancy restraunt, Leon being his silly Leon-poo self. Priss actually laughing at his stupid charm. But somehow her mind drifted to Linna. Linna had been acting like she was really into Priss, even though that was gross. Did she do something that might cause Linna to be angry with her? She shook her head.
"It's so unfair." she kicked at the dirt from the swing, "Why do I fall for the unrealistic ones? Getting Priss would be a charm compared to..."
"Nene?" Mackie inturupted her conversation with herself. He stepped up next to her, and put a hand on the swing's chain.
"How long have you been standing there!" Nene yelled at him.
His eyes shrank and he cowered backwards a few steps, "Not long. Not long at all!"
"What did you hear?" Nene yelled again.
"Nothing!" He waved his hands in front of him, "I swear it! I just came out here to talk, that's all!"
"Oh..." Nene blinked, calming down and lightly swinging again, "So what did you want to talk about?"
"Ummm..." Mackie sat down in the other swing, "I wanted to tell you something."
"So tell me already..."
"Okay" He said. Nene waited for the rest, but nothing followed the okay. She looked over at him. He was stareing at her with the oddest little expression on his face. It made her blush, but she wasn't sure why.
"You wanted to tell me 'okay'?" She reminded after a moment of stareing.
"Oh... yeah... um... IthinkthatI'vefalleninlovewithyou." He said in an almost unintellegibly quick manner, and then winced as if she were going to scold him for saying such a thing.
Nene's eyes widened. She looked down at the ground, "Oh..."
"I'm sorry." Mackie sighed, "I think Nigel needs me now. I'll go."
He stood up and with his shoulders low began to walk back toward the house. Nene stood up and watched him walk. She quickly got herself together and ran after him. "Mackie! Mackie, wait!"
He turned around to see her comming towards him in a super flying glomp. He was tackled over by such a glomp. Nene's arms were wrapped tightly around him, and her face was buried in his neck. He put his arms around her in return. This sensation was the most mazing thing he had felt yet, then she looked at him.
"I love you too Mackie... but I don't want you bragging to anyone about this. Got it?" She grinned at him underneath her.
"Of course not!" He grinned back. Then his most amazing feeling of before was completely shattered with a new, Nene kissed him.
Sylia watched Linna cry. She'd been crying for almost half an hour now. Priss was being very cruel, but no crueler than she was to anyone else. Had Priss cried like this on the supposed relization that Sylia had never loved her? The words ran threw her mind once more, "The diffrence between Sylia and I, is that I actually do care about you.". Priss must really believe that Sylia never cared about anyone, Linna or herself.
She finnaly stepped forward, and put a hand on Linna's shoulder. Linna looked up in surprise. She wiped her eyes clean of tears quickly.
"So she left, is that right?" Sylia asked cautiously.
"She's just out on a date." Linna replied, "With Leon."
"Hmmm." Sylia nodded, "Are you okay?"
"I'm Fine" Linna smiled, "I'll be happy for her, Leon's a nice guy. Priss deserves a nice guy."
"Priss deserves whatever Priss wants." Sylia agreed, "After all she's been through, yes."
"Why did you do whatever it was you did to her, Sylia?" Linna's tearful eyes were becomming dry with the comfort of someone to talk to.
"Why did she do this to you?" Sylia countered.
"Because I wasn't what's best for her." Linna answered quickly.
"I doubt that was her reasoning." Sylia sighed, "I have difficulty with emotion, I guess I have a little too much of my father's genes there."
"Because he abandoned you? and abused you?" Linna scowled. The thought of a father treating thier daughter the way Sylia was treated made her want to kill something.
"I suppose so." Sylia nodded again, "I'm too busy with my work to really get caught up in any relationships. I have been ever since my father died."
"That's it? Did you tell Priss that?" Linna asked.
"No. Would you want to hear that from someone you absolutly adore with all you're heart and soul? I told her we needed space. I backed off. She was resentful, but she's still here isn't she?" Sylia explained.
"She is..." Linna stared at Priss' leather laying on the floor beside the closet. "Has she ever lied to you?"
"Priss? Why would she?" Sylia laughed at this, "The only time I've seen her lie is when she's backed into a corner, and the poor dear can't even keep eye contact when she lies then."
"What...." Linna paused, "What do you think she thinks about me? I mean sometimes she cold, and sometimes she hot. I don't know what to think anymore."
"She likes to feel free." Sylia answered, with her eyes obviously glazing over into her flashback thoughts.
The water was running down Priss' naked body, Sylia's arms in a tight embrace around her. She was kissing Sylia's neck, whispering in her ear. "I just want to have the freedom to go anywhere, and do anything. I want to go everywhere and do everything with you..." Sylia had pulled back far enough to look into Priss' deep brown eyes, then she had kissed her long and passionately in the shower. One thing leading to the next, and then Sylia flashed back to current times.
"Sylia?" Linna was waving a hand in front of her. Sylia blinked.
"Sorry..." Sylia shook her head lightly, "What was I saying?"
"I asked you what you think Priss thinks about me..." Linna reminded.
"Oh yes, " Sylia answered, "She'll let you know. Just be patient, I'm sure everything will come together in the end."
Linna's face fell, and she sighed heavily. Sylia smiled and patted Linna on the head. She turned and walked away. Linna leaned back on the bed and stared at the celing. She couldn't just sit around and cry about Priss being with Leon. She mentally built up her determination. Once set, she began a work out routine.
"Nigel" Sylia tapped lightly on the door. He answerd it an invited her in without a word. She stepped in the room. Nigel was as much of an alchoholic as she was, empty booze bottles where strung all around the room. She chuckled.
"What's funny?" He asked.
She shook her head an smiled.
"So you want the fourth suit done?"
"That's right." Sylia put both her hands on Nigel's chest. He looked down at her. She leaned her head into his chest. She stayed like that for a while, then she stepped back and smirked at him. She began to untie her dress.
Nene and Mackie had found thier way to the couch, still making out like teenagers do, the lights were out, and it was dark now. Nene had figured that Sylia and Linna had gone to sleep by now. Priss was probably going to go to Leon's. She pulled Mackie closer, if that was possible. She never wanted this night to end.
They're make-out session was ruined by the light flipping on. Mackie fell off the couch in reflex. He found himself stareing at Priss with a scowl on her face. Nene tried to laugh in her embarrassment.
"Heh-heh... How was your date, Priss?"
Priss flipped the light switch off. She made her way past the two teenagers, and to her room. Linna was doing sit-ups in the middle of the floor. She was covered in sweat, and still going feverishly. Priss raised an eyebrow at her. Her eyes caught the much more comfortable clothes sitting on the floor. She quickly grabbed them. While she was changing Linna changed over to some push-ups. Priss sat down on the bed and watched Linna go. Linna was trying very hard to not notice Priss stareing at her. After she did fifty more push-ups she sat back and looked up at Priss' awed face.
"What? You want to join me?" Linna joked.
"Not really." Priss answered coldly.
"Snaggle puss." Linna smirked.
Priss cocked her head slightly. She was baffled. Linna was so hurt when she left, and now she was fine. Actually in a better mood than herself. She had just told Leon that she wasn't ready to settle down, at least not with a cop. She had thwarted his every come-on. She just wanted to get back home and tell Linna that she didn't mean it. She didn't mean to hurt her, and she didn't want to be like Sylia. Now she was wondering if she'd done the right thing.
"So how'd it go?" Linna smiled, wincing in her head.
"How'd what go?" Priss took her turn at joking.
"You're date, silly!" Linna continued to hold her smile.
"You really want to know?" Priss asked with the meanest sounding tone Linna had heard from her in a long time. She wasn't sure she wanted to know anymore.
"I guess It's none of my business..." She looked to the floor. She felt like crying again. She was so confused by Priss' actions lately. Would she have a the patience to wait for Priss to come around?
"Figured as much." Priss scoffed, "Why're you in such a good mood about it? Weren't you almost in tears when I left?"
"I thought about it...and-"
"You think too much." Priss cut her off. She laid down in the bed. What was happening to her world? It was suddenly a soap opera, or was it always? She held back her own tears. She just wanted Linna to go.
"Maybe I do. But what I was saying is, I don't care who you're with- as long as it makes you happy. I really just want to see you happy, and that will make me happy." Linna continued.
Priss could feel that stir of emotion Linna had a way of pulling on. She was starting to really dislike that feeling. It made her feel so diffrent, and so unlike herself. She scooted over on the bed again, hoping the same implications as always would come from it. Linna stood up, but she didn't lay down. She left the room. Priss sighed. How fucked up everything was. Could it get any worse? At least Leon had givin her a tip off on where her band was, and they were still alive. She was greatful for that.
She had just began to doz off when Linna came back in, now freah, clean and wearing one of Sylia's silk robes. She climbed in bed right where Priss had offered her earlier. She curled up right against Priss.
"I told him I had other priorities." Priss whispered.
"What?" Linna shifted to look at Priss.
"I told him to buzz off. I couldn't stop thinking about you." Priss closed her eyes. The tears were rising again, but there was no way Priss would ever let them out.
"I'm... honored." Linna snuggled up around Priss and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
Priss let her hands slid over the silk robe Linna was wearing. It was disturbing because it reminded her far too much of Sylia. She tuged lightly on the tie, and with ease she had Linna out of it. She kissed Linna, her face of bliss was still as amuzing as ever. Tonight she would make all of Linna's fantasies come true, she would be Linna's dream. Tonight she would be so lost in someone else she'd forget about anything, and everything else.
"I was afraid you hadn't made it. Nene had me real worried." Leon used his crappy Leon charm to win a smile out of Priss. Somehow it worked.
"You were just afraid you'd loose that kiss I promised you." She countered, with a sly smirk.
"Hey" He scratched the back of his head, "Well maybe that too..."
"You moron..." She teased.
"No need for name calling here, heaven knows I get enough of it from Nene. She's quite good at it, you know?" He shook his head
Priss looked blankly at him for a moment. She picked up her menu and scanned over the entrees. Leon followed her example and put himself in his menu.
Meanwhile in a much less Leon envaided part of Japan, Nene was sitting on a swing stareing out at the sunset. The orange was fading into pink, into red, into purple, into blue, and then into the night sky. It was like a painting. She sighed and began to talk to herself.
"I wonder if the date is going well..." She sighed. She pictured Priss and Leon eating at a fancy restraunt, Leon being his silly Leon-poo self. Priss actually laughing at his stupid charm. But somehow her mind drifted to Linna. Linna had been acting like she was really into Priss, even though that was gross. Did she do something that might cause Linna to be angry with her? She shook her head.
"It's so unfair." she kicked at the dirt from the swing, "Why do I fall for the unrealistic ones? Getting Priss would be a charm compared to..."
"Nene?" Mackie inturupted her conversation with herself. He stepped up next to her, and put a hand on the swing's chain.
"How long have you been standing there!" Nene yelled at him.
His eyes shrank and he cowered backwards a few steps, "Not long. Not long at all!"
"What did you hear?" Nene yelled again.
"Nothing!" He waved his hands in front of him, "I swear it! I just came out here to talk, that's all!"
"Oh..." Nene blinked, calming down and lightly swinging again, "So what did you want to talk about?"
"Ummm..." Mackie sat down in the other swing, "I wanted to tell you something."
"So tell me already..."
"Okay" He said. Nene waited for the rest, but nothing followed the okay. She looked over at him. He was stareing at her with the oddest little expression on his face. It made her blush, but she wasn't sure why.
"You wanted to tell me 'okay'?" She reminded after a moment of stareing.
"Oh... yeah... um... IthinkthatI'vefalleninlovewithyou." He said in an almost unintellegibly quick manner, and then winced as if she were going to scold him for saying such a thing.
Nene's eyes widened. She looked down at the ground, "Oh..."
"I'm sorry." Mackie sighed, "I think Nigel needs me now. I'll go."
He stood up and with his shoulders low began to walk back toward the house. Nene stood up and watched him walk. She quickly got herself together and ran after him. "Mackie! Mackie, wait!"
He turned around to see her comming towards him in a super flying glomp. He was tackled over by such a glomp. Nene's arms were wrapped tightly around him, and her face was buried in his neck. He put his arms around her in return. This sensation was the most mazing thing he had felt yet, then she looked at him.
"I love you too Mackie... but I don't want you bragging to anyone about this. Got it?" She grinned at him underneath her.
"Of course not!" He grinned back. Then his most amazing feeling of before was completely shattered with a new, Nene kissed him.
Sylia watched Linna cry. She'd been crying for almost half an hour now. Priss was being very cruel, but no crueler than she was to anyone else. Had Priss cried like this on the supposed relization that Sylia had never loved her? The words ran threw her mind once more, "The diffrence between Sylia and I, is that I actually do care about you.". Priss must really believe that Sylia never cared about anyone, Linna or herself.
She finnaly stepped forward, and put a hand on Linna's shoulder. Linna looked up in surprise. She wiped her eyes clean of tears quickly.
"So she left, is that right?" Sylia asked cautiously.
"She's just out on a date." Linna replied, "With Leon."
"Hmmm." Sylia nodded, "Are you okay?"
"I'm Fine" Linna smiled, "I'll be happy for her, Leon's a nice guy. Priss deserves a nice guy."
"Priss deserves whatever Priss wants." Sylia agreed, "After all she's been through, yes."
"Why did you do whatever it was you did to her, Sylia?" Linna's tearful eyes were becomming dry with the comfort of someone to talk to.
"Why did she do this to you?" Sylia countered.
"Because I wasn't what's best for her." Linna answered quickly.
"I doubt that was her reasoning." Sylia sighed, "I have difficulty with emotion, I guess I have a little too much of my father's genes there."
"Because he abandoned you? and abused you?" Linna scowled. The thought of a father treating thier daughter the way Sylia was treated made her want to kill something.
"I suppose so." Sylia nodded again, "I'm too busy with my work to really get caught up in any relationships. I have been ever since my father died."
"That's it? Did you tell Priss that?" Linna asked.
"No. Would you want to hear that from someone you absolutly adore with all you're heart and soul? I told her we needed space. I backed off. She was resentful, but she's still here isn't she?" Sylia explained.
"She is..." Linna stared at Priss' leather laying on the floor beside the closet. "Has she ever lied to you?"
"Priss? Why would she?" Sylia laughed at this, "The only time I've seen her lie is when she's backed into a corner, and the poor dear can't even keep eye contact when she lies then."
"What...." Linna paused, "What do you think she thinks about me? I mean sometimes she cold, and sometimes she hot. I don't know what to think anymore."
"She likes to feel free." Sylia answered, with her eyes obviously glazing over into her flashback thoughts.
The water was running down Priss' naked body, Sylia's arms in a tight embrace around her. She was kissing Sylia's neck, whispering in her ear. "I just want to have the freedom to go anywhere, and do anything. I want to go everywhere and do everything with you..." Sylia had pulled back far enough to look into Priss' deep brown eyes, then she had kissed her long and passionately in the shower. One thing leading to the next, and then Sylia flashed back to current times.
"Sylia?" Linna was waving a hand in front of her. Sylia blinked.
"Sorry..." Sylia shook her head lightly, "What was I saying?"
"I asked you what you think Priss thinks about me..." Linna reminded.
"Oh yes, " Sylia answered, "She'll let you know. Just be patient, I'm sure everything will come together in the end."
Linna's face fell, and she sighed heavily. Sylia smiled and patted Linna on the head. She turned and walked away. Linna leaned back on the bed and stared at the celing. She couldn't just sit around and cry about Priss being with Leon. She mentally built up her determination. Once set, she began a work out routine.
"Nigel" Sylia tapped lightly on the door. He answerd it an invited her in without a word. She stepped in the room. Nigel was as much of an alchoholic as she was, empty booze bottles where strung all around the room. She chuckled.
"What's funny?" He asked.
She shook her head an smiled.
"So you want the fourth suit done?"
"That's right." Sylia put both her hands on Nigel's chest. He looked down at her. She leaned her head into his chest. She stayed like that for a while, then she stepped back and smirked at him. She began to untie her dress.
Nene and Mackie had found thier way to the couch, still making out like teenagers do, the lights were out, and it was dark now. Nene had figured that Sylia and Linna had gone to sleep by now. Priss was probably going to go to Leon's. She pulled Mackie closer, if that was possible. She never wanted this night to end.
They're make-out session was ruined by the light flipping on. Mackie fell off the couch in reflex. He found himself stareing at Priss with a scowl on her face. Nene tried to laugh in her embarrassment.
"Heh-heh... How was your date, Priss?"
Priss flipped the light switch off. She made her way past the two teenagers, and to her room. Linna was doing sit-ups in the middle of the floor. She was covered in sweat, and still going feverishly. Priss raised an eyebrow at her. Her eyes caught the much more comfortable clothes sitting on the floor. She quickly grabbed them. While she was changing Linna changed over to some push-ups. Priss sat down on the bed and watched Linna go. Linna was trying very hard to not notice Priss stareing at her. After she did fifty more push-ups she sat back and looked up at Priss' awed face.
"What? You want to join me?" Linna joked.
"Not really." Priss answered coldly.
"Snaggle puss." Linna smirked.
Priss cocked her head slightly. She was baffled. Linna was so hurt when she left, and now she was fine. Actually in a better mood than herself. She had just told Leon that she wasn't ready to settle down, at least not with a cop. She had thwarted his every come-on. She just wanted to get back home and tell Linna that she didn't mean it. She didn't mean to hurt her, and she didn't want to be like Sylia. Now she was wondering if she'd done the right thing.
"So how'd it go?" Linna smiled, wincing in her head.
"How'd what go?" Priss took her turn at joking.
"You're date, silly!" Linna continued to hold her smile.
"You really want to know?" Priss asked with the meanest sounding tone Linna had heard from her in a long time. She wasn't sure she wanted to know anymore.
"I guess It's none of my business..." She looked to the floor. She felt like crying again. She was so confused by Priss' actions lately. Would she have a the patience to wait for Priss to come around?
"Figured as much." Priss scoffed, "Why're you in such a good mood about it? Weren't you almost in tears when I left?"
"I thought about it...and-"
"You think too much." Priss cut her off. She laid down in the bed. What was happening to her world? It was suddenly a soap opera, or was it always? She held back her own tears. She just wanted Linna to go.
"Maybe I do. But what I was saying is, I don't care who you're with- as long as it makes you happy. I really just want to see you happy, and that will make me happy." Linna continued.
Priss could feel that stir of emotion Linna had a way of pulling on. She was starting to really dislike that feeling. It made her feel so diffrent, and so unlike herself. She scooted over on the bed again, hoping the same implications as always would come from it. Linna stood up, but she didn't lay down. She left the room. Priss sighed. How fucked up everything was. Could it get any worse? At least Leon had givin her a tip off on where her band was, and they were still alive. She was greatful for that.
She had just began to doz off when Linna came back in, now freah, clean and wearing one of Sylia's silk robes. She climbed in bed right where Priss had offered her earlier. She curled up right against Priss.
"I told him I had other priorities." Priss whispered.
"What?" Linna shifted to look at Priss.
"I told him to buzz off. I couldn't stop thinking about you." Priss closed her eyes. The tears were rising again, but there was no way Priss would ever let them out.
"I'm... honored." Linna snuggled up around Priss and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
Priss let her hands slid over the silk robe Linna was wearing. It was disturbing because it reminded her far too much of Sylia. She tuged lightly on the tie, and with ease she had Linna out of it. She kissed Linna, her face of bliss was still as amuzing as ever. Tonight she would make all of Linna's fantasies come true, she would be Linna's dream. Tonight she would be so lost in someone else she'd forget about anything, and everything else.