Chapter Twelve:
Eat well, stay fit, die anyway…
For a while the pair strolled in silence, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon. But then slowly Jezabel started to shake, she had been trying to hold back tears, but it was getting more difficult by the moment.
"Shh, it's okay Jez." Miguel comforted drawing her into his arms. He could feel the tremors shaking her back as she fought to hold in the saltwater. "It's okay."
Abruptly it all stopped, looking up at him through misty eyes Jezabel smiled. Not a tear had spilled over, but it was the closest to crying she had ever come here on Gaea, she wasn't going to shed needless tears on some bastard.
"Thank you," She whispered, returning the embrace she had been entwined into.
It took Miguel by surprise for a moment, he had forgotten just how strong Jezabel was. Nearly a man's strength for a teen-aged girl.
"Follow me." she said, like anything she did it was spur of the moment. Smiling, Miguel complied and trailed Jezabel into the Vionne.
"Jezabel! Miguel!"
Turning as one the pair looked to see who had shouted their names. Gatti came up to them, any normal boy would have been panting, but with the wonderful condition that all the Dragonslayers were in it took a lot to even break a sweat.
"Lord Dilandau has ordered everyone to assemble in the hall."
Miguel nodded, "Right."
Jez didn't say anything at all, it was one of those 'if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all' situations. Even so it took a lot of self-control to keep her tongue from lashing out like it had done earlier.
Everything was silent, just waiting for the final blow to come. Dilandau's temper hadn't changed a bit since Jez last saw him, if anything it looked worse. Apparently, it was possible.
"There is a mole among us." He paused letting the words hang on the air before clattering to the floor. "I want to know who." Dilandau's footsteps echoed as he passed each slayer, staring them in the eye, one by one until he found what he was looking for. He passed by Jezabel. Those fire-red eyes seemed to pierce her very soul.
'Don't betray anything.' Jez told herself mentally, her resolution cast in stone, Jezabel stared back at him with eyes of steel blue. Dilandau must have sensed something, whether rebellion, or maybe he was still pissed at her for earlier. Either way the intensity of his glare increased.
His voice barely above a whisper, "It was you wasn't it soldier?" he accused. Flashing daggers with his eyes.
"No, it wasn't." Slowly the steel turned to ice – eyes of ice.
Continuing to stare at her, Dilandau never backed off.
'Oh gods, what do I do? He knows its me…nuts…'as if something clicked Jezabel came up with a half-baked plan, she only hoped that it would work.
"Jezabel I'll ask you again, was it you?"
"No sir."
"I have more than good reason to doubt your loyalty you know. Where does your loyalty lie!"
Jezabel breathed in deeply to keep herself from shouting, "My loyalty lies here, in Zaibach. But maybe you should be questioning others, people that have more than one loyalty."
"What are you saying Jezabel."
'Forgive me Folken.' "I'm saying isn't Lord Folken the brother of the king of Fanelia. And wouldn't he still feel some compassion for his home country. And isn't it true that Folken has betrayed Zaibach before?"
The demon contemplated what she was saying, or at the very least was contemplating how he was going to punish her. "You misunderstand Jezabel. Folken ordered me to destroy Fanelia once, his 'home country.' What kind of man with compassion for a run-down country like that orders me and my men to destroy it?"
"What kind of man with loyalty for his country betrays it, because he doesn't agree with its morals?"
The general fell silent, Jez took the opportunity to push some buttons, "Perhaps you don't remember. When that happened you were Celena. Celena Schezar."
"I was never with any such whore!"
"I didn't say you were with her, I said you were and are her." She drew blank looks from her comrades, they were glancing at her like she was crazy. Dilandau was no girl, they all knew that for a fact, it wasn't like showers were all that private. "You are the product of a Zaibach experiment gone awry. Two completely opposite souls existing in the same body, the dominant soul gets the corresponding body. But, I don't suppose any of you knew that. You were all dead when this happened!"
That caused everyone to throw their defense up, but they all reminded her of little boys playing a game. They were soldiers, but still they were as vulnerable as any other kid on the street.
"How come you never told me? Why did I have to find this out on my own?" Seeing everyone's hurt face she instantly regretted her words, even Dilandau looked sane, like he did her first morning here, when he was gazing out on the balcony. "What kind of a country is this, that steals little children to experiment on?" she continued, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of them, seeing them so somber, like hurt puppies made her heart cry out for her 'big brothers.'
Still no one said anything, so Jez continued, "I knew something wasn't right here, you all seemed like you had faced death before, there's a hollowness around you. For sixteen, seventeen year old boys, you act like grown men, so serious."
And, surprisingly enough, for once Kana didn't have something to say, she had been shocked into silence.
"How long have you known?" Miguel finally managed to choke out.
Softly Jezabel replied, "About a week, when you guys went to conquer Ghana, I was reading through a history volume. I had no idea what the destiny war was like, it must have been terrible."
"War is terrible, death is worse. Can you imagine what it's like to be caught from behind, feeling your spinal cord start to snap, and your windpipe being slowly closed off? You and scratch and struggle all you want, but the vice doesn't let go. It's like being held under water with your foot caught under a rock and the surface looming a few inches above you." Miguel suddenly looked like a madman. His eyes had turned to stone, and his mouth was drawn into a fine line.
Her lip started to quiver, but she stopped herself, no one had time for a weak soldier in the ranks, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up." Jezabel gasped, dashing from the room, un-dismissed, but it seemed that no one was going to stop her, at least not yet. She had achieved what she had hoped for by throwing suspicion off her, or at least delaying any confrontation…but at what cost? It didn't matter that she was supposed to be working against them, what mattered was that she loved each of them, even Dallet. They were like family to her, she loved them like brothers, and now she had hurt them.
Jezabel continued to beat herself up as she wandered through the halls, running aimlessly up various stairways and down twisting corridors. Nearly out of breath Jez came to stop outside a door she never knew was here before, 'You only live once.' she thought and pushed open the door and found herself gazing at an enormous pool. 'Just what I need.'
Quickly Jezabel was minus all her armor and dived into the pool – still wearing her undershirt and pants…just in case. The water was warm, and felt like silk running over her skin, and the best part was that she couldn't detect any chlorine. Normally when she swam in pools Jez had to limit how much she dunked her head under water, the chlorine never failed to severely tangle her hair, and make her eyes all dry and scratchy. This was beautiful, for once she could submerge herself and not care what happened, and the water wasn't nearly as cold as the lakes were in the northern regions she had lived in on earth.
For a while Jezabel just relaxed, floating on her back in the warm water, but hearing faint echoes of voices in the water Jezabel sat up to hear what it was more clearly, the water out of her ears she could hear two voices talking.
"We've looked everywhere for her, right?" That was Miguel
"Yes, and we still haven't found her. Don't worry she just doesn't want to be found right now, that's all." Sweet Chesta, "She'll come around, she always does. You know her, it's act first sort it out later, and do it all over again."
Dallet's sarcastic one cut into the conversation, "I really don't see why we need to look for her. She's already here."
"Jez? How did you find this place?" Miguel asked.
She swam over to the edge of the pool and looked up innocently at the trio. "You can't keep everything from me…what? I found it by accident."
Rolling his eyes Dallet spoke before anyone else could, "Sure you did."
Chesta, who had been looking a little nervous spoke, "Maybe we should go, I hope we didn't intrude on you."
"What?" Jez was confused, "Look, if it's about earlier, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dig up the past."
"No, it's just that…"
Then it all came crashing in on Jezabel, and she burst out laughing, "No, I'm decent. But thank you for thinking of me Chesta." she continued to giggle, "Are you guys going to come in or not?"
They didn't need any further invitation. Behind Chesta's back Miguel and Dallet gave each other a slight nod of the head before lifting the poor blonde up and chucking him into the pool. "You little…" had he been able to finish the sentence, Jezabel was sure it would have rivaled one of Dilandau's most famous. Chesta was easily the softest of heart of the Dragonslayers, but when he put his mind to it there was no doubt he had been trained under Dilandau's command.
Smirking to herself Jez crept up quietly behind Miguel, but he heard her.
"You weren't going to try and dunk me were you."
"No," Jez smiled devilishly, "I am going to duck you." She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down into the water, she could see his face inches from hers, it would be so easy to steal a kiss from him right now, but now wasn't the time or place. She could though…in the end she let go of him and both came sputtering to the surface.
Laughing, Jezabel leaned up against the wall of the pool, all her tensions had flowed out of her and she let the water wash them away. Miguel, after scowling at her and mumbling something about why guys shouldn't fall for girls that can beat them up, started a conversation with Chesta about something and Dallet was floating idly on his back. Jez didn't know if it was a conscious thought or not, but soon she was doing the same. But whatever the case she wasn't paying any attention where she was floating to, and she really didn't care.
Dallet wasn't either, and through perfect timing and lack of concentration they both ended up bonking their heads together…hard.
"Watch it Jezabel." he hissed
Jez whirled around and faced him down, then let up, "Sorry, Dallet…and I'm sorry about what I said earlier too."
"W-what? You're being nice?"
"Look, life's too short to have more enemies than nessary, I don't need one on the side I'm fighting for, when I already have a world against me." She paused for a moment, "I don't think Zaibach is a very popular country anymore."
Choosing his words carefully Dallet responded, "True…" but how could he be sure this wasn't leading up to some great trick? He decided to go along until her intentions proved false.
"So in the spirit of friends let's give those two a royal dunking."
Readily agreeing, Dallet snuck up behind Miguel, and Jezabel took the little blonde buddy, Miguel noticed Jezabel, but she silenced him by putting a finger to her lips.
'One' she mouthed across to Dallet, 'Two…' "THREE!" She yelled, dragging Chesta under, struggling to hold him for a few seconds as he tried to worm his way out of her grasp. The same was happening to Miguel a few feet a way.
"What was that for!" both yelled and then said something Jezabel and Dallet didn't quite catch, but got the gist of it. Jez gave Dallet a high five and ended up laughing so hard that her side began to ache.
Jezabel never could recall ever having quite this much fun in her life. Back home she tended to be a bit of the lone wolf. At first when she had moved to London, everyone was clamoring to meet her, talk to her, and all the other royalties that came with being a new kid. But after a few weeks it all wore off, and Jez was content with a few friends. Truth be told, most of the school was intimidated by her. It was probably when she had invited a 'friend' over that the rumor started. Jezabel had a slight passion for fire, she just thought it was pretty, and she also had a medium size collection of daggers that was steadily growing. Okay, so it wasn't the norm, but it was acceptable, so it wasn't dwelled on. But, when her friend had found out Jez could throw them with amazing accuracy, and was a skilled fighter in the martial arts. Well, it was too much for her. Soon the story spread and Jezabel was out-casted. She had several acquaintances, but only a few friends. Such was life, but here things were different.
"Jez?"
"Hey! JEZ!" Dallet yelled, splashing water in her face to get her attention.
"What?"
Miguel rolled his eyes, "We were wondering how you found that book."
"Actually, I was looking to see if you had a library and I sorta stumbled on it. But, what it didn't explain is how you're here now. That is, if you don't mind saying anything."
There was one of those eerie silences that makes everyone feel awkward, finally Chesta spoke, as only he could do, very diplomatic, "I don't think that we're in a position to tell you that. You might just want to ask Lord Folken."
"I hate politics…" she muttered, "Do you not know or just…"
"No, we kind of know, but Lord Folken would be better than any of us to try and explain it to you."
"Maybe I'll do that," Sensing the jovial mood had vanished she decided she might as well too. Jez climbed out dripping wet, her clothes draping tightly on certain parts of her body. All eyes followed her as she grabbed a towel, and her armor. She was almost at the door when she turned around and spoke so that they could barely hear her. "I just wanted you guys to know that, this is the closest thing that I've ever had to a true family, and I don't want to lose you guys…you mean more to me than you could ever know, all of you."
She didn't give them a chance to respond as she bolted out the door.
The Dragonslayers looked around at each other wondering what made her feel like she had to say that, still none-the-less, they all felt as though she was a sister. Miguel, maybe a little more than that and he would do anything to keep her safe. At that moment a scream erupted from the door Jezabel had just left.
"Jezabel!" They all yelled simultaneously.
A/N: ^_^ I'm Back! Whew finally. I would have had this up sooner, but…I had a lot of homework. *rolls eyes* stupid teachers. Note to self do not miss six days of school, homework evil. Anyway, whatcha think? The next one should be out a lot quicker than this one, and with any luck it'll be out before my birthday which is in 11 days. *starts singing* I'll get my license! I'll get my license! *does a little dance* ^_^ *cheesy announcer voice* Is Jezabel really friend with Dallet? Why do we see so little of Kana, and why was Jezabel screaming? Stay tuned for the next episode of "Where Loyalty Lies!" Okay Ja ne! (I love that phrase)
Ciao!
Ice Eyes
Eat well, stay fit, die anyway…
For a while the pair strolled in silence, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon. But then slowly Jezabel started to shake, she had been trying to hold back tears, but it was getting more difficult by the moment.
"Shh, it's okay Jez." Miguel comforted drawing her into his arms. He could feel the tremors shaking her back as she fought to hold in the saltwater. "It's okay."
Abruptly it all stopped, looking up at him through misty eyes Jezabel smiled. Not a tear had spilled over, but it was the closest to crying she had ever come here on Gaea, she wasn't going to shed needless tears on some bastard.
"Thank you," She whispered, returning the embrace she had been entwined into.
It took Miguel by surprise for a moment, he had forgotten just how strong Jezabel was. Nearly a man's strength for a teen-aged girl.
"Follow me." she said, like anything she did it was spur of the moment. Smiling, Miguel complied and trailed Jezabel into the Vionne.
"Jezabel! Miguel!"
Turning as one the pair looked to see who had shouted their names. Gatti came up to them, any normal boy would have been panting, but with the wonderful condition that all the Dragonslayers were in it took a lot to even break a sweat.
"Lord Dilandau has ordered everyone to assemble in the hall."
Miguel nodded, "Right."
Jez didn't say anything at all, it was one of those 'if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all' situations. Even so it took a lot of self-control to keep her tongue from lashing out like it had done earlier.
Everything was silent, just waiting for the final blow to come. Dilandau's temper hadn't changed a bit since Jez last saw him, if anything it looked worse. Apparently, it was possible.
"There is a mole among us." He paused letting the words hang on the air before clattering to the floor. "I want to know who." Dilandau's footsteps echoed as he passed each slayer, staring them in the eye, one by one until he found what he was looking for. He passed by Jezabel. Those fire-red eyes seemed to pierce her very soul.
'Don't betray anything.' Jez told herself mentally, her resolution cast in stone, Jezabel stared back at him with eyes of steel blue. Dilandau must have sensed something, whether rebellion, or maybe he was still pissed at her for earlier. Either way the intensity of his glare increased.
His voice barely above a whisper, "It was you wasn't it soldier?" he accused. Flashing daggers with his eyes.
"No, it wasn't." Slowly the steel turned to ice – eyes of ice.
Continuing to stare at her, Dilandau never backed off.
'Oh gods, what do I do? He knows its me…nuts…'as if something clicked Jezabel came up with a half-baked plan, she only hoped that it would work.
"Jezabel I'll ask you again, was it you?"
"No sir."
"I have more than good reason to doubt your loyalty you know. Where does your loyalty lie!"
Jezabel breathed in deeply to keep herself from shouting, "My loyalty lies here, in Zaibach. But maybe you should be questioning others, people that have more than one loyalty."
"What are you saying Jezabel."
'Forgive me Folken.' "I'm saying isn't Lord Folken the brother of the king of Fanelia. And wouldn't he still feel some compassion for his home country. And isn't it true that Folken has betrayed Zaibach before?"
The demon contemplated what she was saying, or at the very least was contemplating how he was going to punish her. "You misunderstand Jezabel. Folken ordered me to destroy Fanelia once, his 'home country.' What kind of man with compassion for a run-down country like that orders me and my men to destroy it?"
"What kind of man with loyalty for his country betrays it, because he doesn't agree with its morals?"
The general fell silent, Jez took the opportunity to push some buttons, "Perhaps you don't remember. When that happened you were Celena. Celena Schezar."
"I was never with any such whore!"
"I didn't say you were with her, I said you were and are her." She drew blank looks from her comrades, they were glancing at her like she was crazy. Dilandau was no girl, they all knew that for a fact, it wasn't like showers were all that private. "You are the product of a Zaibach experiment gone awry. Two completely opposite souls existing in the same body, the dominant soul gets the corresponding body. But, I don't suppose any of you knew that. You were all dead when this happened!"
That caused everyone to throw their defense up, but they all reminded her of little boys playing a game. They were soldiers, but still they were as vulnerable as any other kid on the street.
"How come you never told me? Why did I have to find this out on my own?" Seeing everyone's hurt face she instantly regretted her words, even Dilandau looked sane, like he did her first morning here, when he was gazing out on the balcony. "What kind of a country is this, that steals little children to experiment on?" she continued, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of them, seeing them so somber, like hurt puppies made her heart cry out for her 'big brothers.'
Still no one said anything, so Jez continued, "I knew something wasn't right here, you all seemed like you had faced death before, there's a hollowness around you. For sixteen, seventeen year old boys, you act like grown men, so serious."
And, surprisingly enough, for once Kana didn't have something to say, she had been shocked into silence.
"How long have you known?" Miguel finally managed to choke out.
Softly Jezabel replied, "About a week, when you guys went to conquer Ghana, I was reading through a history volume. I had no idea what the destiny war was like, it must have been terrible."
"War is terrible, death is worse. Can you imagine what it's like to be caught from behind, feeling your spinal cord start to snap, and your windpipe being slowly closed off? You and scratch and struggle all you want, but the vice doesn't let go. It's like being held under water with your foot caught under a rock and the surface looming a few inches above you." Miguel suddenly looked like a madman. His eyes had turned to stone, and his mouth was drawn into a fine line.
Her lip started to quiver, but she stopped herself, no one had time for a weak soldier in the ranks, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up." Jezabel gasped, dashing from the room, un-dismissed, but it seemed that no one was going to stop her, at least not yet. She had achieved what she had hoped for by throwing suspicion off her, or at least delaying any confrontation…but at what cost? It didn't matter that she was supposed to be working against them, what mattered was that she loved each of them, even Dallet. They were like family to her, she loved them like brothers, and now she had hurt them.
Jezabel continued to beat herself up as she wandered through the halls, running aimlessly up various stairways and down twisting corridors. Nearly out of breath Jez came to stop outside a door she never knew was here before, 'You only live once.' she thought and pushed open the door and found herself gazing at an enormous pool. 'Just what I need.'
Quickly Jezabel was minus all her armor and dived into the pool – still wearing her undershirt and pants…just in case. The water was warm, and felt like silk running over her skin, and the best part was that she couldn't detect any chlorine. Normally when she swam in pools Jez had to limit how much she dunked her head under water, the chlorine never failed to severely tangle her hair, and make her eyes all dry and scratchy. This was beautiful, for once she could submerge herself and not care what happened, and the water wasn't nearly as cold as the lakes were in the northern regions she had lived in on earth.
For a while Jezabel just relaxed, floating on her back in the warm water, but hearing faint echoes of voices in the water Jezabel sat up to hear what it was more clearly, the water out of her ears she could hear two voices talking.
"We've looked everywhere for her, right?" That was Miguel
"Yes, and we still haven't found her. Don't worry she just doesn't want to be found right now, that's all." Sweet Chesta, "She'll come around, she always does. You know her, it's act first sort it out later, and do it all over again."
Dallet's sarcastic one cut into the conversation, "I really don't see why we need to look for her. She's already here."
"Jez? How did you find this place?" Miguel asked.
She swam over to the edge of the pool and looked up innocently at the trio. "You can't keep everything from me…what? I found it by accident."
Rolling his eyes Dallet spoke before anyone else could, "Sure you did."
Chesta, who had been looking a little nervous spoke, "Maybe we should go, I hope we didn't intrude on you."
"What?" Jez was confused, "Look, if it's about earlier, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dig up the past."
"No, it's just that…"
Then it all came crashing in on Jezabel, and she burst out laughing, "No, I'm decent. But thank you for thinking of me Chesta." she continued to giggle, "Are you guys going to come in or not?"
They didn't need any further invitation. Behind Chesta's back Miguel and Dallet gave each other a slight nod of the head before lifting the poor blonde up and chucking him into the pool. "You little…" had he been able to finish the sentence, Jezabel was sure it would have rivaled one of Dilandau's most famous. Chesta was easily the softest of heart of the Dragonslayers, but when he put his mind to it there was no doubt he had been trained under Dilandau's command.
Smirking to herself Jez crept up quietly behind Miguel, but he heard her.
"You weren't going to try and dunk me were you."
"No," Jez smiled devilishly, "I am going to duck you." She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down into the water, she could see his face inches from hers, it would be so easy to steal a kiss from him right now, but now wasn't the time or place. She could though…in the end she let go of him and both came sputtering to the surface.
Laughing, Jezabel leaned up against the wall of the pool, all her tensions had flowed out of her and she let the water wash them away. Miguel, after scowling at her and mumbling something about why guys shouldn't fall for girls that can beat them up, started a conversation with Chesta about something and Dallet was floating idly on his back. Jez didn't know if it was a conscious thought or not, but soon she was doing the same. But whatever the case she wasn't paying any attention where she was floating to, and she really didn't care.
Dallet wasn't either, and through perfect timing and lack of concentration they both ended up bonking their heads together…hard.
"Watch it Jezabel." he hissed
Jez whirled around and faced him down, then let up, "Sorry, Dallet…and I'm sorry about what I said earlier too."
"W-what? You're being nice?"
"Look, life's too short to have more enemies than nessary, I don't need one on the side I'm fighting for, when I already have a world against me." She paused for a moment, "I don't think Zaibach is a very popular country anymore."
Choosing his words carefully Dallet responded, "True…" but how could he be sure this wasn't leading up to some great trick? He decided to go along until her intentions proved false.
"So in the spirit of friends let's give those two a royal dunking."
Readily agreeing, Dallet snuck up behind Miguel, and Jezabel took the little blonde buddy, Miguel noticed Jezabel, but she silenced him by putting a finger to her lips.
'One' she mouthed across to Dallet, 'Two…' "THREE!" She yelled, dragging Chesta under, struggling to hold him for a few seconds as he tried to worm his way out of her grasp. The same was happening to Miguel a few feet a way.
"What was that for!" both yelled and then said something Jezabel and Dallet didn't quite catch, but got the gist of it. Jez gave Dallet a high five and ended up laughing so hard that her side began to ache.
Jezabel never could recall ever having quite this much fun in her life. Back home she tended to be a bit of the lone wolf. At first when she had moved to London, everyone was clamoring to meet her, talk to her, and all the other royalties that came with being a new kid. But after a few weeks it all wore off, and Jez was content with a few friends. Truth be told, most of the school was intimidated by her. It was probably when she had invited a 'friend' over that the rumor started. Jezabel had a slight passion for fire, she just thought it was pretty, and she also had a medium size collection of daggers that was steadily growing. Okay, so it wasn't the norm, but it was acceptable, so it wasn't dwelled on. But, when her friend had found out Jez could throw them with amazing accuracy, and was a skilled fighter in the martial arts. Well, it was too much for her. Soon the story spread and Jezabel was out-casted. She had several acquaintances, but only a few friends. Such was life, but here things were different.
"Jez?"
"Hey! JEZ!" Dallet yelled, splashing water in her face to get her attention.
"What?"
Miguel rolled his eyes, "We were wondering how you found that book."
"Actually, I was looking to see if you had a library and I sorta stumbled on it. But, what it didn't explain is how you're here now. That is, if you don't mind saying anything."
There was one of those eerie silences that makes everyone feel awkward, finally Chesta spoke, as only he could do, very diplomatic, "I don't think that we're in a position to tell you that. You might just want to ask Lord Folken."
"I hate politics…" she muttered, "Do you not know or just…"
"No, we kind of know, but Lord Folken would be better than any of us to try and explain it to you."
"Maybe I'll do that," Sensing the jovial mood had vanished she decided she might as well too. Jez climbed out dripping wet, her clothes draping tightly on certain parts of her body. All eyes followed her as she grabbed a towel, and her armor. She was almost at the door when she turned around and spoke so that they could barely hear her. "I just wanted you guys to know that, this is the closest thing that I've ever had to a true family, and I don't want to lose you guys…you mean more to me than you could ever know, all of you."
She didn't give them a chance to respond as she bolted out the door.
The Dragonslayers looked around at each other wondering what made her feel like she had to say that, still none-the-less, they all felt as though she was a sister. Miguel, maybe a little more than that and he would do anything to keep her safe. At that moment a scream erupted from the door Jezabel had just left.
"Jezabel!" They all yelled simultaneously.
A/N: ^_^ I'm Back! Whew finally. I would have had this up sooner, but…I had a lot of homework. *rolls eyes* stupid teachers. Note to self do not miss six days of school, homework evil. Anyway, whatcha think? The next one should be out a lot quicker than this one, and with any luck it'll be out before my birthday which is in 11 days. *starts singing* I'll get my license! I'll get my license! *does a little dance* ^_^ *cheesy announcer voice* Is Jezabel really friend with Dallet? Why do we see so little of Kana, and why was Jezabel screaming? Stay tuned for the next episode of "Where Loyalty Lies!" Okay Ja ne! (I love that phrase)
Ciao!
Ice Eyes