Hi people! I'm sorry about the whole italics thing. I wrote them with italics and boldings, but they wouldn't show up!! I'm sick today so I'm at home right now writing this hoping that my four reviewers aren't pissed at me for not writing sooner.

Disclaimer: Let's make this curt and short *ahem* I DON'T OWN ANYONE EXCEPT THE PEOPLE I MADE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~Is She Allowed To Carry That Sword? ~
As we walked out the Curtis' door I remembered something. "Can I go get something in my house real quick, besides that I also have to leave a note for my sister? Please?" I looked up at Dally with puppy-dog eyes. And then I realized something. Damn Dally was HOT!

"Fine, but hurry up or we'll leave ya." Dally said still heading for his car.

"Dally be nice" I heard Johnny say as I heard the click, meaning my front door was now open.

The reason I had gone back into my house was to get my sword. Yes, sword. It's taller than I am and kinda heavy but for me it's easy swingin'. I got it from my grandfather when we visited Japan awhile ago.

~Flashback~

"Grandpa what is that?" said a young girl who looked about the age of 11.

"That my dear is a sword, they are very dangerous, but in the right hands they are used to defend yourself." Replied an old man who you could tell was her grandfather.

"Grandpa, can I have one."

"If that is what you wish then I will teach you how to wield one, and then we'll get you a license so that when a policeman tells you that you're being a public nuisance and scaring people you can show it to him and tell him he can go shove it up his."

"Del don't you go telling her those words at her age!" an angry woman the same age as the man screeched.

"Fine." He grunted

"Grandpa what were you gonna say?"

"I'll tell you when you're older."

"Now we'll go and pick you a sword you'll like okay?"

"Yes Grandpa. But just as long as the sword has green on it" She said with a smile on her face.

"Okay sweetie, okay."

~End Flashback~

Grandpa I miss you. Why'd did you leave me.

~Flashback~

It was a cold November night with only the street lamps for light. As we walked a man covered my mouth as I was about to scream. I was then only 13. "Hand over the money Grandpa, or the kid's gonna get hurt." Replied the man who held me.

Another man came out at first hidden by the shadows but as he came out the light revealed he had a gun.

"I will not allow you to hurt my granddaughter so I will hand over the money."

The man who held me thinking that they had won loosened his grip, hoping that my plan would work I elbowed the man and ran for cover behind a box.

As soon as the man I had elbowed grunted in pain a resounding bang was heard and the sound of a fallen body.
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