Chapter Twelve
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Sachiro and Draco stepped out into Occult. It had been ages... mark my words... AGES since Sachiro had been there... and Draco's first time. Needless to say, he was impressed. It was like walking into a hidden wonderland. First thing he caught sight of, was a gigantic store that read "SIR WALDRICK NICKENSTEIN'S RACE BROOMSTICKS FOR ALL OCCASIONS".
'Must check that out sometime', he thought. A delighted yelp from Sachiro told him that Shokari had been spotted. He followed her gaze and rested on a figure leaning against a lamp-post some ways off. Hotness confirmed: Shokari Marito had arrived.
Draco was half dragged to her and in no time the three were cruising down the streets of Occult contemplating on whether or not they should dine at the Neon Dusk or settle for a nice Italian restaurant.
"Italians all the way!"
"You mean you're saying that you support Rhea? Well, well, Draco, I would've never thought in my entire..."
"I didn't mean it that way! God Sachi, you ALWAYS make it so complicated!", a bemused looked was shot at him, and Shokari contributed with a raise of eyebrows. "Okay, fine, if you want to be called a simpleton, be one - SIMPLETON!", Sachiro's purse found itself contacting most thrillingly with his skull. He stopped, "Okay... Sachi, that hurt."
"How devastating!", she exclaimed. They had reached the Neon Dusk by now, as usual, it was jammed with people. The ghost of what looked like Merlin's grandson stood half hidden in the shadows. A group of warty hags were casually throwing dice. Shokari motioned for a private room. The bartender ushered them towards the rear end of the pub.
"Anton, if anyone asks for us. Say you've never heard of us and we're not here.", the old wizard nodded. The three guests were ushered into the dimly lit room. Comfortable looking couches were placed randomly around the room. The trio congregated around a coffee table, pulling together plush cushions, arm chairs, and recliners.
"So!", began Sachiro. "Tonight friends, I have gathered you all here to discuss a matter of utter importance!", Draco snorted. Sachiro glared. "Here I present a document.", the contract was produced. "Now, Mr. Draco Malfoy, I must ask. Are you satisfied with your current occupation?"
"Uh... good pay!"
"Do you then, Mr. Malfoy, propose to remain at your current position of 'model' at Louis Vuitton?"
"Depends on if I have another choice." Shokari again lifted her eyebrows. Sachiro nodded for her to speak.
"I propose a choice! I, Shokari Marito has just started a private architecture firm. As of now, I am recruiting workers and have the title of 'co-president' and 'vice-president' available. As you two are my friends. I offer these positions to you. I an aware of the difficulty to break Vuitton contracts, especially when signed the previous day, however; if within reason, the law abides to you."
"Okay...", said Draco slowly. "Question: Why are we speaking like some idiots from court? #1 We're doing a helluva bad job at it. #2 It's not necessary. #3 Rhea's asking for us in the main room right now." A tense silence was followed by this statement, followed by rushes towards the wall. Shokari pressed her ear against it, trying to catch some sounds, when a magnifying spell was thrown out the door. Draco smiled. "May I introduce to you, Miss. Marito, the sound magnifying spell. You may now sit down quite comfortably and listen to Miss. Ciarniello talk." A voice floated through the door as he spoke.
"Are you sure? My colleague distinctively told me that they would be at here!"
"Well ma'am, I keep a thorough eye out for my customers and I haven't seen an albino man nor a purple haired Japanese woman. I'd remember THAT pretty darn well, I assure you!", from the silence, one could imagine Rhea steaming and growing a beautiful red.
"What's behind that door?", the three friends froze.
"It's a vacant room, ma'am."
"Vacant?"
"Entirely but for wine and other alcoholic drinks."
"Vacant, then?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Do open it, Mr. Tenie.", before Mr. Tenie had a chance to reply, Draco had grabbed both Shokari and Sachiro by the wrists and flung a piece of fabric over them.
"The documents!", exclaimed Sachiro, leaping up to retrieve them. The second later, the door was swung open. A beam of light shone in. Sachiro darted behind a couch, crouching so low that she was almost one with the floor. From his angle in the room, Draco could see a change overcoming the girl. As Rhea stalked in, the secretary grew paler. With a thrust, the package of documents shot underneath the invisibility cloak. Rhea seemed to be oblivious to it. The two friends underneath the cloak looked in horror as Rhea advanced towards the couch. What was Sachiro doing? Throwing the package halfway across the room was a big enough risk, and now, she was just going to lie there on the floor? Yes, she continued lying on the floor. Fifteen second passed -
"Oh! What a lovely little creature! Mr. Tenie, what is this?", Anton strode into the room and on seeing the white dragon in Rhea's arms, heaved an audible sigh.
"Ah! Ms. Ciarniello, that's my pet dragon. Quite harmless I assure you. A miniature, she'll never grow any larger than that. Don't worry she won't bite.", underneath the cloak, Draco was on the verge of fainting, Shokari caught him by the arm. The two heard Rhea mutter apologies and slink out the door, followed by Anton. Moments later, darkness was restored to the room. Shokari and Draco crept from under the cloak.
"I've never experienced a more traumatic three minutes in my life!", declared Draco in a whisper. Sachiro was now sitting on a couch, looking very pleased with herself. Draco looked at her. "And what in Hell's name are you?", she looked offended.
"I,", she announced, "am a Daughter of the Draconites. Part human, part dragon. And I also, saved your skinny ass there!", Draco stood dumbfounded. Draconite... okay what an honour to his name. Now what? Shokari placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Draco, you should know. We didn't mean to hide this from you. But we've only known you for a day."
"You're a 'Draconite', too?", Shokari nodded. "Okay... what colour do you come in?"
"Burgundy."
"And you two,", he said casting a glance at Sachiro, "are related?"
"No, we just 'discovered' each other when we met at Louis Vuitton."
"I feel very unspecial now."
"Don't be."
"Why not?"
"No never know if you're one yourself.", at this Draco snorted - most unlike a Malfoy.
"RIIIIIIGHT! HAHAHAHAHAHA! I think I would've figured it out by now if I were."
"You bear our name."
"I could've very well been named 'Cappriccio', if my father fancied it."
"But you're Draco."
"Brilliant deduction Sherlock."
"And you're a Draconite."
"Capital.", this time Draco really did faint.
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Notes: Another crap chapter. Joys*
Reviewers: [hermione radcliffe - ( thanks so much for all the reviews!] [Tookie Clothspin - Lol* actually Draco becomes much fairer in temper afterwards. I made him quite a sane person. Where did I mention that he's not British? Cuz he most definitely is! Please tell me, and I'll look into it! Thanks!]
Disclaimer: Meh...
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Sachiro and Draco stepped out into Occult. It had been ages... mark my words... AGES since Sachiro had been there... and Draco's first time. Needless to say, he was impressed. It was like walking into a hidden wonderland. First thing he caught sight of, was a gigantic store that read "SIR WALDRICK NICKENSTEIN'S RACE BROOMSTICKS FOR ALL OCCASIONS".
'Must check that out sometime', he thought. A delighted yelp from Sachiro told him that Shokari had been spotted. He followed her gaze and rested on a figure leaning against a lamp-post some ways off. Hotness confirmed: Shokari Marito had arrived.
Draco was half dragged to her and in no time the three were cruising down the streets of Occult contemplating on whether or not they should dine at the Neon Dusk or settle for a nice Italian restaurant.
"Italians all the way!"
"You mean you're saying that you support Rhea? Well, well, Draco, I would've never thought in my entire..."
"I didn't mean it that way! God Sachi, you ALWAYS make it so complicated!", a bemused looked was shot at him, and Shokari contributed with a raise of eyebrows. "Okay, fine, if you want to be called a simpleton, be one - SIMPLETON!", Sachiro's purse found itself contacting most thrillingly with his skull. He stopped, "Okay... Sachi, that hurt."
"How devastating!", she exclaimed. They had reached the Neon Dusk by now, as usual, it was jammed with people. The ghost of what looked like Merlin's grandson stood half hidden in the shadows. A group of warty hags were casually throwing dice. Shokari motioned for a private room. The bartender ushered them towards the rear end of the pub.
"Anton, if anyone asks for us. Say you've never heard of us and we're not here.", the old wizard nodded. The three guests were ushered into the dimly lit room. Comfortable looking couches were placed randomly around the room. The trio congregated around a coffee table, pulling together plush cushions, arm chairs, and recliners.
"So!", began Sachiro. "Tonight friends, I have gathered you all here to discuss a matter of utter importance!", Draco snorted. Sachiro glared. "Here I present a document.", the contract was produced. "Now, Mr. Draco Malfoy, I must ask. Are you satisfied with your current occupation?"
"Uh... good pay!"
"Do you then, Mr. Malfoy, propose to remain at your current position of 'model' at Louis Vuitton?"
"Depends on if I have another choice." Shokari again lifted her eyebrows. Sachiro nodded for her to speak.
"I propose a choice! I, Shokari Marito has just started a private architecture firm. As of now, I am recruiting workers and have the title of 'co-president' and 'vice-president' available. As you two are my friends. I offer these positions to you. I an aware of the difficulty to break Vuitton contracts, especially when signed the previous day, however; if within reason, the law abides to you."
"Okay...", said Draco slowly. "Question: Why are we speaking like some idiots from court? #1 We're doing a helluva bad job at it. #2 It's not necessary. #3 Rhea's asking for us in the main room right now." A tense silence was followed by this statement, followed by rushes towards the wall. Shokari pressed her ear against it, trying to catch some sounds, when a magnifying spell was thrown out the door. Draco smiled. "May I introduce to you, Miss. Marito, the sound magnifying spell. You may now sit down quite comfortably and listen to Miss. Ciarniello talk." A voice floated through the door as he spoke.
"Are you sure? My colleague distinctively told me that they would be at here!"
"Well ma'am, I keep a thorough eye out for my customers and I haven't seen an albino man nor a purple haired Japanese woman. I'd remember THAT pretty darn well, I assure you!", from the silence, one could imagine Rhea steaming and growing a beautiful red.
"What's behind that door?", the three friends froze.
"It's a vacant room, ma'am."
"Vacant?"
"Entirely but for wine and other alcoholic drinks."
"Vacant, then?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Do open it, Mr. Tenie.", before Mr. Tenie had a chance to reply, Draco had grabbed both Shokari and Sachiro by the wrists and flung a piece of fabric over them.
"The documents!", exclaimed Sachiro, leaping up to retrieve them. The second later, the door was swung open. A beam of light shone in. Sachiro darted behind a couch, crouching so low that she was almost one with the floor. From his angle in the room, Draco could see a change overcoming the girl. As Rhea stalked in, the secretary grew paler. With a thrust, the package of documents shot underneath the invisibility cloak. Rhea seemed to be oblivious to it. The two friends underneath the cloak looked in horror as Rhea advanced towards the couch. What was Sachiro doing? Throwing the package halfway across the room was a big enough risk, and now, she was just going to lie there on the floor? Yes, she continued lying on the floor. Fifteen second passed -
"Oh! What a lovely little creature! Mr. Tenie, what is this?", Anton strode into the room and on seeing the white dragon in Rhea's arms, heaved an audible sigh.
"Ah! Ms. Ciarniello, that's my pet dragon. Quite harmless I assure you. A miniature, she'll never grow any larger than that. Don't worry she won't bite.", underneath the cloak, Draco was on the verge of fainting, Shokari caught him by the arm. The two heard Rhea mutter apologies and slink out the door, followed by Anton. Moments later, darkness was restored to the room. Shokari and Draco crept from under the cloak.
"I've never experienced a more traumatic three minutes in my life!", declared Draco in a whisper. Sachiro was now sitting on a couch, looking very pleased with herself. Draco looked at her. "And what in Hell's name are you?", she looked offended.
"I,", she announced, "am a Daughter of the Draconites. Part human, part dragon. And I also, saved your skinny ass there!", Draco stood dumbfounded. Draconite... okay what an honour to his name. Now what? Shokari placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Draco, you should know. We didn't mean to hide this from you. But we've only known you for a day."
"You're a 'Draconite', too?", Shokari nodded. "Okay... what colour do you come in?"
"Burgundy."
"And you two,", he said casting a glance at Sachiro, "are related?"
"No, we just 'discovered' each other when we met at Louis Vuitton."
"I feel very unspecial now."
"Don't be."
"Why not?"
"No never know if you're one yourself.", at this Draco snorted - most unlike a Malfoy.
"RIIIIIIGHT! HAHAHAHAHAHA! I think I would've figured it out by now if I were."
"You bear our name."
"I could've very well been named 'Cappriccio', if my father fancied it."
"But you're Draco."
"Brilliant deduction Sherlock."
"And you're a Draconite."
"Capital.", this time Draco really did faint.
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Notes: Another crap chapter. Joys*