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but it turned out red! what a world....anyways, thanx 2 Sammie for givin'
me numbers in spanish :D, and then thankies to Lilaclight
for...well...reading! anyways....yyeaahh..ok well here it goes, hope ya
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-Rin-Koi
Chapter 10 in my insane little ficcie!
Dennis Largo sat at his table, bored out of his mind, 'Where the hell is Usagi?...maybe she fell into the toilett?' he pondered this for a moment, and even considered to go look for her, when...she appeared.
Seemingly out of nowhere.
With an extremely pissed off look on her face.
***
Trowa opened his eyes and groaned. 'What the hell does that girl eat...raw eggs?' He reached up onto the tiolett paper handle and tried to get up and out of the toilett bowl. 'One sweater, one pair of pants...' he struggled for a moment before his long legs settled onto solid ground, 'this girl's gunna owe me a new wardrobe soon.'
Standing up, taking off the toilett seat form around his neck, and unravelling the toilett paper on his head and well...everywhere, he turned around and looked at his (cute) butt. "Fuck!" His whole ass was soaked in unsterile water filled with...."Shit!" Trowa ground his teeth together and limped out of the stall to wash his hands....at least SOME part of him would be clean.
"Oh my." Trowa nearly jumped through the roof as he turned to look at the little old nanny.
"What?"
***
Sherman watched in amusement as his step-son raced out of the woman's bathroom. He raised an eyebrow at the old lady, not even a quarter of Trowa's size, that was following and pummeling him with her purse.
"Is this your son?" Sherman looked up to see the old granny giving him the death glare. He burst out laughing at his son, cowering beside her, his face like that of a little boy who just stole a cookie.
He regretted laughing before he even started as a beige purse came rocketing towards his face.
***
"What's the matter, 'Sagi?" Dennis looked truely concerned for her well-being. Ren almost burst out laughing.
She forced a smile at him, "Oh nothing, Dennis, just some jerk I met up with in the washroom." She giggled for show, when actually she felt like tearing something apart.
"Oh, well alright then, " he smoothed back his hair, even though if it got any smoother you could roller blade across it, "as I was saying before, about this business party we're having, I ha-"
Ren watched from the corner of her eye as that stupid (yet hot) idiot and an old man were dragged across the restaurant by the ear by a sweet- looking old woman, 'probably got only what they deserved...stupid retard...calling me a dumb blonde....' she tilted her head to the side as she grinned evilly, looking at his soaked bottom with glee, 'I was rather hopeing that he wouldn't be able to stand for a month.'
She looked across at Dennis who was still blabbering on about something or other....'I still have to go through with this....hhmm if I can get Largo drunk enough...I can get him to tell me anything...' she watched as he guzzled down another glass of rather expensive wine. 'This should be easy enough.'
***
Stumbling across the parking lot, Dennis arm draped across her shoulder, Ren rolled her eyes at her situation.
She was pretending to be drunk.
She was helping her perverted boss to his car.
And to get the information she needed, she had to get to his house.
'He has to have SOMETHING laying about that I can use...a labtop, files, photos....anything would be a help'. As Dennis tripped on an imaginary stone, he just about knocked both of them over. Ren ground her teeth together...'I can handle this...I can do this...' she took another look at Largo...'uuhhh...no I can't..I can't do this...I can't do this...'
As they neared Largo's stretch limo (chauffer included), he tightened his hold on her shoulder, "'Saggi babyy..." 'ungh...he's slurring..' " you just hafff..to come to...myy..plaace..." Ren had the urge to plug her nose against the attck of his rancid breath, "therre arre...some...tthingzz...i gotta...shhow yaa..."
Ren opened the door to let him in..her concious screaming at her not to get into the vehicle...shaking her head, she pushed the little voice to the back of her head, 'Better get this over with..."
Neither the driver or Ren noticed the red Porshce pull out from the shadows and follow them.
***
About 20 minutes afterward the chauffer pulled up to a small mansion in the middle of nowhere, he turned to look at Ren, "I don't know why he requested this location before dinner, but he was quite insistant upon it," he ran his fingers over his bushy brown mustache, "as a matter of fact, he hardly ever comes here, only when him and the wife need to relax or he's working on something for the business ."
A chill went up Ren's spine, wife? If she ever got caught...she'd be dead meat...those rich bitches really know how to get rid of someone, Ren gulped, 'It's not like I'm gunna DO anything...just go in, look around, call a cab, and jet.' she nodded to herself, that was the plan, and if Largo DID use this to work, this place HAD to be the jackpot.
As she turned to open her door, the driver caught her arm, "Just be careful, miss, Mr. Largo aint the same since the missus left him." He caught her eyes and gave her a silent warning as Largo was passed out next to her.
Ren managed a shaky smile, "Uhh..thank you." Her courage flowed back through her, " But I know how to take care of myself." She grinned and got out as the driver carried Largo to the front door, rummaged through his pocket for the keys and then stepped in.
Car lights halfway down the long driveway dimmed and faded back into the shadows.
***
Sitting Largo down on a nearby couch, she slapped him on the cheeck. "Mmmm... I like that... Narnia.." he rolled over and grabbed a pillow, pushing it against his face, then started snoring again.
Ren just stood there and sweatdropped, "That is one fucked up man...." she looked away and around the living room and rubber her hands together, "It's time to go to work...."
***
Punching the wall in her frustration, Ren began to pace around his spacious in-home office, "Damn him! Damn him, damn him, damn him!" She had been looking for a steady three hours through this big stupid huge house...and what did she have to show for it? Nothing!
"Eeergg...and Largo's to shit-faced to say anything now...dammit!" walking over to the towering bookshelf, she soccer-ball kicked it as hard as she could..."OOOWWWW!!!!!" she began to bounce around holding her right foot in pain..."Damn bookshelf...damn office...damn house....DAMN LARGO!!" she lost her footing and fell against the oak casing of the bookshelf, banging her head and successfully knocking her unconsious.
***
"Uuunngghh...." Ren groaned as she opened her eyes. "What the...fuck..." she brought her hand up to hold her pounding head. She swore as she found blood staining her finger tips.
"You'll be alright, just a minor concussion, I had a compress on it before you woke up and knocked it off." Ren looked up to see a silouhette of a tall male standing in the doorway.
"Oh, Mr. Largo, sir..I mean Dennis, I'm sorry, I got lost and..." she automatically jumped into Usagi mode, "I didn't mean to make a mess...I-" she was cut off, "Save it."
The figure came to kneel next to her as she recognized the cocky stride of the person sitting next to her, "YOU!" she instantly regretted yelling as the pounding came back full force.
"Shut up! Do you want to wake up Largo?" Trowa's long fingers adjusted the cloth against her head as Ren grumbled and crossed her arms.
"Don't worry about him, he's passed out on the damn couch using a pillow as a bed mate." She shuddered at the mental image that popped up along with her words.
"Well you've been out cold for awhile also, you're lucky I came when I did, or else Largo would have eventually found you." He looked around the totally destroyed room.
Ren looked up at him and frowned, "What are you doing here anyways?" Trowa stood up and placed his hands in his pockets, "I would ask you the same question if I didn't already know it, " he walked to the window and looked out, " to answer you earlier question, I'm here to catch Dennis Largo in the act of prostitution."
Ren choked, "You mean Largo's a prostitute?!"
Trowa frowned and looked over at her, "No, YOU are...I meant that Largo is a regular...user..of prostitutes." He watched as her face turned green, and then to red, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M A PROSTITUTE!?" she screamed, pitching a book at him.
He avoided it easily and raised an eyebrow, "I MEAN that you were gunna have sex with him for money." He shrugged as if it was obvious.
Ren jumped up, ignoring the pain in her head and jabbed a finger into his chest, "First things first, BUDDY, one, I am NOT a prostitute, second, I will never BE a prostitute, and third, I was NOT going to have sex with that dirty pervert downstairs!"
Trying to avoid Ren's finger, Trowa narrowed his eyes, "Then what ARE you doing here, selling drugs?" Ren flung her hands in the air and turned around..'On second thought...' she whipped around and punched him square in the jaw.
Pressing a finger to his now bleeding lip, Trowa was about to yell something back, but stopped in his tracks......
There were stumbling footsteps coming from the stairs outside the door.
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Rin-Koi: DUN UDN DUNNNNN
Naga: You can't even spell it right, moron.
Rin-Koi: Hey, I didn't see YOU get a kindergarden education
Naga: I don't need to be smart.
Rin-Koi: ::huff:: why not?
Naga: because I'm too beautiful, of course.
Rin-Koi: :::sweatdrop::: oh...yeah...of course...
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW or esle i'll stop writing [place evil laugh here]
-Rin-Koi
Chapter 10 in my insane little ficcie!
Dennis Largo sat at his table, bored out of his mind, 'Where the hell is Usagi?...maybe she fell into the toilett?' he pondered this for a moment, and even considered to go look for her, when...she appeared.
Seemingly out of nowhere.
With an extremely pissed off look on her face.
***
Trowa opened his eyes and groaned. 'What the hell does that girl eat...raw eggs?' He reached up onto the tiolett paper handle and tried to get up and out of the toilett bowl. 'One sweater, one pair of pants...' he struggled for a moment before his long legs settled onto solid ground, 'this girl's gunna owe me a new wardrobe soon.'
Standing up, taking off the toilett seat form around his neck, and unravelling the toilett paper on his head and well...everywhere, he turned around and looked at his (cute) butt. "Fuck!" His whole ass was soaked in unsterile water filled with...."Shit!" Trowa ground his teeth together and limped out of the stall to wash his hands....at least SOME part of him would be clean.
"Oh my." Trowa nearly jumped through the roof as he turned to look at the little old nanny.
"What?"
***
Sherman watched in amusement as his step-son raced out of the woman's bathroom. He raised an eyebrow at the old lady, not even a quarter of Trowa's size, that was following and pummeling him with her purse.
"Is this your son?" Sherman looked up to see the old granny giving him the death glare. He burst out laughing at his son, cowering beside her, his face like that of a little boy who just stole a cookie.
He regretted laughing before he even started as a beige purse came rocketing towards his face.
***
"What's the matter, 'Sagi?" Dennis looked truely concerned for her well-being. Ren almost burst out laughing.
She forced a smile at him, "Oh nothing, Dennis, just some jerk I met up with in the washroom." She giggled for show, when actually she felt like tearing something apart.
"Oh, well alright then, " he smoothed back his hair, even though if it got any smoother you could roller blade across it, "as I was saying before, about this business party we're having, I ha-"
Ren watched from the corner of her eye as that stupid (yet hot) idiot and an old man were dragged across the restaurant by the ear by a sweet- looking old woman, 'probably got only what they deserved...stupid retard...calling me a dumb blonde....' she tilted her head to the side as she grinned evilly, looking at his soaked bottom with glee, 'I was rather hopeing that he wouldn't be able to stand for a month.'
She looked across at Dennis who was still blabbering on about something or other....'I still have to go through with this....hhmm if I can get Largo drunk enough...I can get him to tell me anything...' she watched as he guzzled down another glass of rather expensive wine. 'This should be easy enough.'
***
Stumbling across the parking lot, Dennis arm draped across her shoulder, Ren rolled her eyes at her situation.
She was pretending to be drunk.
She was helping her perverted boss to his car.
And to get the information she needed, she had to get to his house.
'He has to have SOMETHING laying about that I can use...a labtop, files, photos....anything would be a help'. As Dennis tripped on an imaginary stone, he just about knocked both of them over. Ren ground her teeth together...'I can handle this...I can do this...' she took another look at Largo...'uuhhh...no I can't..I can't do this...I can't do this...'
As they neared Largo's stretch limo (chauffer included), he tightened his hold on her shoulder, "'Saggi babyy..." 'ungh...he's slurring..' " you just hafff..to come to...myy..plaace..." Ren had the urge to plug her nose against the attck of his rancid breath, "therre arre...some...tthingzz...i gotta...shhow yaa..."
Ren opened the door to let him in..her concious screaming at her not to get into the vehicle...shaking her head, she pushed the little voice to the back of her head, 'Better get this over with..."
Neither the driver or Ren noticed the red Porshce pull out from the shadows and follow them.
***
About 20 minutes afterward the chauffer pulled up to a small mansion in the middle of nowhere, he turned to look at Ren, "I don't know why he requested this location before dinner, but he was quite insistant upon it," he ran his fingers over his bushy brown mustache, "as a matter of fact, he hardly ever comes here, only when him and the wife need to relax or he's working on something for the business ."
A chill went up Ren's spine, wife? If she ever got caught...she'd be dead meat...those rich bitches really know how to get rid of someone, Ren gulped, 'It's not like I'm gunna DO anything...just go in, look around, call a cab, and jet.' she nodded to herself, that was the plan, and if Largo DID use this to work, this place HAD to be the jackpot.
As she turned to open her door, the driver caught her arm, "Just be careful, miss, Mr. Largo aint the same since the missus left him." He caught her eyes and gave her a silent warning as Largo was passed out next to her.
Ren managed a shaky smile, "Uhh..thank you." Her courage flowed back through her, " But I know how to take care of myself." She grinned and got out as the driver carried Largo to the front door, rummaged through his pocket for the keys and then stepped in.
Car lights halfway down the long driveway dimmed and faded back into the shadows.
***
Sitting Largo down on a nearby couch, she slapped him on the cheeck. "Mmmm... I like that... Narnia.." he rolled over and grabbed a pillow, pushing it against his face, then started snoring again.
Ren just stood there and sweatdropped, "That is one fucked up man...." she looked away and around the living room and rubber her hands together, "It's time to go to work...."
***
Punching the wall in her frustration, Ren began to pace around his spacious in-home office, "Damn him! Damn him, damn him, damn him!" She had been looking for a steady three hours through this big stupid huge house...and what did she have to show for it? Nothing!
"Eeergg...and Largo's to shit-faced to say anything now...dammit!" walking over to the towering bookshelf, she soccer-ball kicked it as hard as she could..."OOOWWWW!!!!!" she began to bounce around holding her right foot in pain..."Damn bookshelf...damn office...damn house....DAMN LARGO!!" she lost her footing and fell against the oak casing of the bookshelf, banging her head and successfully knocking her unconsious.
***
"Uuunngghh...." Ren groaned as she opened her eyes. "What the...fuck..." she brought her hand up to hold her pounding head. She swore as she found blood staining her finger tips.
"You'll be alright, just a minor concussion, I had a compress on it before you woke up and knocked it off." Ren looked up to see a silouhette of a tall male standing in the doorway.
"Oh, Mr. Largo, sir..I mean Dennis, I'm sorry, I got lost and..." she automatically jumped into Usagi mode, "I didn't mean to make a mess...I-" she was cut off, "Save it."
The figure came to kneel next to her as she recognized the cocky stride of the person sitting next to her, "YOU!" she instantly regretted yelling as the pounding came back full force.
"Shut up! Do you want to wake up Largo?" Trowa's long fingers adjusted the cloth against her head as Ren grumbled and crossed her arms.
"Don't worry about him, he's passed out on the damn couch using a pillow as a bed mate." She shuddered at the mental image that popped up along with her words.
"Well you've been out cold for awhile also, you're lucky I came when I did, or else Largo would have eventually found you." He looked around the totally destroyed room.
Ren looked up at him and frowned, "What are you doing here anyways?" Trowa stood up and placed his hands in his pockets, "I would ask you the same question if I didn't already know it, " he walked to the window and looked out, " to answer you earlier question, I'm here to catch Dennis Largo in the act of prostitution."
Ren choked, "You mean Largo's a prostitute?!"
Trowa frowned and looked over at her, "No, YOU are...I meant that Largo is a regular...user..of prostitutes." He watched as her face turned green, and then to red, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M A PROSTITUTE!?" she screamed, pitching a book at him.
He avoided it easily and raised an eyebrow, "I MEAN that you were gunna have sex with him for money." He shrugged as if it was obvious.
Ren jumped up, ignoring the pain in her head and jabbed a finger into his chest, "First things first, BUDDY, one, I am NOT a prostitute, second, I will never BE a prostitute, and third, I was NOT going to have sex with that dirty pervert downstairs!"
Trying to avoid Ren's finger, Trowa narrowed his eyes, "Then what ARE you doing here, selling drugs?" Ren flung her hands in the air and turned around..'On second thought...' she whipped around and punched him square in the jaw.
Pressing a finger to his now bleeding lip, Trowa was about to yell something back, but stopped in his tracks......
There were stumbling footsteps coming from the stairs outside the door.
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Rin-Koi: DUN UDN DUNNNNN
Naga: You can't even spell it right, moron.
Rin-Koi: Hey, I didn't see YOU get a kindergarden education
Naga: I don't need to be smart.
Rin-Koi: ::huff:: why not?
Naga: because I'm too beautiful, of course.
Rin-Koi: :::sweatdrop::: oh...yeah...of course...