Lachlan: Oh Yay, I have access to the compy once again…happy face!!!
Kenshin: Awww, you are soo cutey wooty, that you are!! *Huggles*
Isis: *rolls eyes * didn't I tell ya'll to get a room?
Lachlan: I have to introduce the chappy, silly Yami.
Kenshin: Yes, that she does. You let her do that, and we'll go snuggle somewheres else, yes we will.
Lachlan: Oh, you bet we will. *Purrs and licks lips hungrily. *
Isis: Oh by Ra!
Kenshin: Let's go!!!
Isis: Disclaimer!!
Kenshin and Lachlan: WE NO OWN YUGIOH!! *run off *
******7 years later******
"Gwinamae! That's good, you can finish up now." Doramae called, lowering his staff.
Gwinamae sank to her knees, lowering her scepter, panting. Doramae was relentless with her training today. He had shown no sign of letting up. Doramae smiled gently at her.
"You're doing exceptionally well, dear heart," he said, extending a hand to help her up.
"Really? You think so?" she asked.
He nodded.
"You're coming along faster than I expected. I thought you would be at this point after ten years, not seven. This is wonderful. You may be done in a couple of more months."
He smiled at her mysteriously.
"I have a surprise for you," he said.
She looked up at him, not daring to believe it could be a good thing. Last time it had been an extra training session. Seeming to read her mind, he laughed.
"We're taking a vacation." he said.
She squealed.
"Oh really?"
""Yes." he replied. "Really."
"Where?" Gwinamae asked.
"I won't tell you. It's a surprise. But you will need a bathing suit and a ball gown." he said. "I already got my tux when Dirama Doran and Vanyae were training you that evening."
Gwinamae grinned, remembering that afternoon. Vanyae, the Magician of Black Chaos, and Dirama and Doran, Doramae's brothers, had mainly shown her useless but hilarious tricks that she had used against Doramae that evening.
Her face fell then. She couldn't wear the tankini she had. She was 240, and her figure was fully developed. She wouldn't fit into that old thing.
"Oh, I need to confirm our reservations, so I won't be home 'til late." he said.
He pulled out a small bag, and tossed it to her. It was full of money.
"Take this and go shopping. Buy a gown. And from the look on your face, I'd say you need a new suit, too."
He winked.
"You deserve a day to yourself. Have fun."
She squealed, and flung her arms around him. He playfully pushed her off.
"Go get Ketrakae and have fun. Oh, and no thongs, sweet heart. Can you imagine how that would look if you showed up in a thong with me? You'll make me look ugly!!" He paused. "Of course, you will anyway. So whatever."
He winked again, and Gwinamae pondered what he said. He had basically called her pretty. Was he actually warming up to her?
"Go have fun."
She darted into the house to change, and Doramae called Kekooee to him. The Firewing Pegasus nuzzled his master, and nickered. Doramae jumped onto his back.
"Let's go, my friend," he said.
His wings flashing, the fiery mount shot into the sky.
~***~
Gwinamae and Ketrakae laughed together as they walked through the mall.
"Gosh you've grown different!" Ketrakae exclaimed.
"You, too! Married! And a child! A darling child at that!"
Ketrakae's daughter, a bouncing Dark Celtic Elf, who looked like a girl Celtic Guardian with purple pigtails, was perhaps the cutest child Gwinamae had ever seen.
"So have you and Doramae gotten anywhere?" she asked.
"No." Gwinamae said, grinning helplessly. "You know, he's not perfect. He can be soo annoying sometimes. He has annoying habits. Like he constantly cracks his knuckles when he's thinking, he paces all the time, he chants under breath at dinner, and he wakes up at four in morning to sing very loudly and out of tune in the bathroom."
Ketrakae giggled.
"How cute." she said.
They entered a store that sold swimsuits, and began searching the racks.
"How about this one?" Ketrakae said, holding up a strappy black thong.
"Hell no! I am not wearing a thong! My ass isn't cute enough for that!" Gwinamae said.
Ketrakae made a face.
"Not for you. For me! You think Barmier will like it?"
"Try it on."
"Oh! I've found it!" Ketrakae cried.
She was holding up a tie bikini that was red, orange, yellow and white striped, lined with white.
"Try it on," she urged.
Gwinamae tried on the suit and gazed in the mirror for a while. She didn't look in a full-length mirror. She hadn't in seven years. She didn't see the young girl she saw seven years ago. She saw a young woman with beautiful curves and a killer figure.
"You're right. This is the suit."
Ketrakae smiled.
"Of course."
Gwinamae looked at her.
"I need a gown now."
Without a word, Ketrakae dragged into Hot Topic. She rummaged through the dresses, and pulled out a blood red dress with a low square cut neck with a lace up bodice and peasant sleeves. Gwinamae's eyes went wide, and she bought the dress without a word.
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Gwinamae began walking home by her after saying goodbye to Ketrakae. Ra roared, and Osiris took his vacant spot. Gwinamae wasn't afraid this time. She had been well trained. She had Doramae's wisdom, Vanyae's brute force, and Dirama and Doran's cruel sense of humor and wit. She was pretty strong for a girl spellcaster. She felt the eyes of Osiris upon her as she walked on. She glanced at him, and he grinned at her jauntily with both jaws. Gwinamae giggled, and winked back at him.
\Beautiful creature. / She thought.
A shadow crossed her path. She looked up and locked eyes with Marie, the Fallen One, a childhood friend that had gone bad.
\Oh fuck, / Gwinamae thought. \This cannot be good. /
The last time they had a run in, there had been a catfight. Gwinamae had no idea if Marie had gotten stronger, though. She could be putting herself in danger.
"Gwinamae…" she said in a low voice, her eyes never wavering from hers.
Gwinamae's gaze didn't budge. Staring down Marie was like staring down a gryfon. If you looked away, she would think you were weak and attack.
"Marie…how are you?"
Marie grinned evilly.
"Fine, just…fine. How is your training with 'Master Doramae'?"
\Oh no. It's back to this old shit again./ she thought desperately. \Won't she let this damn thing go?/
"Marie. Let it go." she said gently.
Marie's eyes flashed dangerously. Gwinamae's eyes didn't budge.
"NO! If it weren't for you, I would be a spellcaster, you stupid bitch!! I wouldn't be a lackey!! If Ketrakae had been on MY side, you would be still hunting for a Master, NOT me!!" she spat.
"Leave Ketrakae out of this! This is between you and me!!" Gwinamae roared.
Marie's eyes narrowed, and she smiled, showing off her ebon teeth.
"I know she's married, had a daughter, and is pregnant again. The whore."
"WHORE??!!" Gwinamae screeched. "Look at YOU, Marie! You used to be a Dark Witch, but you're a lowly fiend now. You're trash, Marie!"
"It's not my fault! Abandonment made me this way! Look at what your rejection and hatred has done to me!!" she growled.
She inched toward her, her wings flaring. She was about to use her Dark Feather Knives Attack.
Gwinamae whipped out her scepter.
"Marie, I'm warning you…" she threatened.
Marie laughed throatily.
"Like you could hurt me with your little wand." she said, then grew serious. "I'll get rid of you, then maybe I'll make Ketrakae feel some pain of her own…say…kill her little daughter?"
"NO!! You won't touch them, you fucking bitch!" Gwinamae screamed, and unleashed her attack. In the same splintering blast that had destroyed the ninjas that fateful night, Marie disappeared with a scream. Gwinamae gathered up her things, and ran home, sobbing.
Lachlan: *humming heart of sword.*
Kenshin: *snuggles head against her neck*
Isis: AHEM!!
Lachlan: Oh. That's chapter 6..I think…I have a few more!!! Review, please!!!
Kenshin: *Zzzzz…*
Lachlan: Awww, Kenshin…* huggles him*
Isis: Tch.
Lachlan: *whispering* Bye ya'll!!
