Shouldn't have done it…
Shouldn't have…shouldn't have…
He presses his open palm against the mirror, feeling the strange-familiar sensation of not-quite-liquid-not-quite-solid as the clear stuff bulges out between his fingers and they sink they sink the glass closes over-
"You know, you're not supposed to do that."
He turns slowly, hand still imbedded in the clear glass. His eyes meet hers, old and gold and cruel, divided by slits of black.
She frightens him, just as he knows he frightens her. Neither of them can be any more then they are, and neither can be any less.
…It is a wonder that they are expected to work together, along with the other two in their group who are different, night-day-dusk-dawn different, but work together they do.
"Do you always mean to follow your orders, little saal?" Leaf-being, she is, and that is what he calls her - when they are not watched.
The liquid gold narrows, the pupils contracting to thin black lines at the name.
"Perhaps. Until this torture is ceased, I will do everything I can to ensure that it is over sooner…min'ural." Clear-being, she calls him – how true. He makes a face, slowly pulling his hand from the mirror's surface. It clings doggedly to his fingers until he pulls free decisively and turns to his companion.
"And so you deny walking through the forests, saal? To feel a ghost of the freedom you had just a whisper of time ago…"
His voice trails off to a whisper, to silence, as he acknowledges what he himself feels, what all of them feel.
For a moment, they are the same and together, in the tears that trail down their cheeks.
But we did it…
And now we face the consequences of our actions…
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Robert:
"You need our help." My voice is flat, my words more statement than question. "…What for?"
"Perhaps it would be better if I were to explain." The screen tilts crazily for a second, then focuses on a new group of faces – faces we thought we'd never see again.
"Demolition Boys!"
"Yeah. Tala Valkov at your service." The redhead's stare is piercing, even through a mobile phone. "Kai and Rei busted us out of Biovolt…"
The smallest of the group, with the rather large nose – Ian, wasn't it? leans nearer the screen. "We need a place to stay for a while, to get Voltaire off our trail."
Kai speaks from somewhere off-screen. "We tried calling your mansion in Copenhagen first – one of the servants told us where to find you from there."
"Ah…err…" I mull over the possibilities for a moment. These are friends who are asking our help. But the Demolition Boys?
-screams-torture-blood in the air-the ground-everywhere-despairing-PAIN-betrayedbetrayedBETRAYED!-traitor-
I jerk suddenly. Griffolyon, why must you remind me of such things…? It's something I want to forget…
…but I still owe my debt.
"Enrique?" I turn towards my Italian friend. "It's your home…"
He blanches at the sight of my face – oh gods, what kind of expression am I wearing now? and nods.
-reproach-
I turn back to the phone. Explanations must be made when there is time.
"Where are you now?"
The pale-haired youth at the back of the group looks to the side, presumably out a window. "Still in Moscow. We're a little stuck at the moment."
I groan, pressing a hand to my skull and trying to ward off the oncoming headache.
"Enrique, Oliver, do you mind?"
The two shake their heads wordlessly. Johnny gets the hint, letting me tug him back out and down the corridor, into a private room.
Or walk-in closet. Whatever.
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A/N: Eeek! The plot is getting outta my control! So are the characters! (Previous readers, if you are confused by this chapter…go back to Chapter 9. I revised it. The bit at the start? I'm beginning to introduce my OCs! Ain't dey kewl?)
And…there isn't as much story progress. But hey, what's up with Robbiekins? Hehehe…
Phooey. Birthday or no, I DETEST missing an episode of Beyblade…and I just did. ARRRGGGHHH!!!!
Warning: I may not be able to update for the next two weeks due to my bloody biography-speech on Hypatia of Alexandria (with costume, dammit). And then I'll be flying off to the US in June for a summer CTY course, so no computer access there. *cries*
Terena - LOLz, you wasted your VERY FIRST REVIEW on my pathetic little fic? Ah well…I've put too much work into this NOT to finish it.
Holyfree – No, I wasn't serious, my muse made me mad is all. Johnny/Kenny? Robert/Tyson? They'd never forgive me. Johnny gets an odd partner later on, but it's NOT Tyson. Robert? I ain't decided.
*resurrects klyukaizer*
Cyaz in Chapter 11, if I can get that far!