Well, if you have gotten this far into the story you either have no life,
like me (if I had one do ya think I would always be sitting in front of
this thing!?) or you happen to like the story. Really am hoping it is the
latter. Can't really say that there are gonna be any twists to the tale, at
this point. Am shooting from the hip here. But I am going to try and
incorporate a little more mythology into the story, hence why I am using
the American names. Try and get the mythology behind everyone correct,
unlike the crappy translation job that was done for the American audience,
and to try and honor Ms. Takeuchi.
^.^() So basically y'all best be up on yours, coz I have a very large
reference book that I know will soon be coming into use.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The room echoed with hungry screams of an infant and the exhausted moans of her mother. "Why can't you ever just shut the hell up!" a blond yelled from across the room to the baby's makeshift crib. She hadn't gotten any sleep real sleep in nearly a week now. On top of which her daughters incessant whining was chiseling away at her nerves like a sculpture would at soft marble. Loudly groaning in frustration the teenaged mother stormed across the room, quickly lifting the child from her substandard bed. "Please just stop crying already! I don't have anything to feed you with. Learn to go hungry early. It's something you're gonna live with later in life anyway, so might as well get used to it. Besides, your father is too mucha lazy prick!" Turning the seventeen-year-old screamed at the door. "Besides we all know all he wants is a quick lay! Because he's too lazy to get off his horney ass!" She knew he wouldn't hear her, but it relieved the blond of at least some of her stress.
After her mothers outburst the child has settled into a light whimper, still hungry and too scared to voice anything louder. Annoyed she placed the child back onto the bed and stormed out of the back room to confront the reason for her front door's loud closing.
Before he could stumble in five feet she was upon him, sapphire eyes blazing in pure, uncontained hatred. Loudly she berated him, her voice rising to levels that caused the child to cry out again. Both parents ignored it. The tall man only stared down at her, waiting for her to finish yet another tirade. Finally she paused long enough to catch her breath, he taking control of the opportunity, one large hand quickly constricting around her slender throat. She showed no emotion as he backed her into a wall. The girl only swallowed a little harder than usual.
"Why do you insist on pissing and moaning about everything? Be thankful that I even LET you stay here." He raised his arm slightly, her toes barley touching the ground now. She fought a wince as his hand tightened. The bruises from their last fight were still fresh and the recent pressure was making them throb almost unbearably, but she fought him anyway.
"If I could I woulda cut your balls off long ago." She muffled a squeak as it became harder to breathe. Defiantly she spit at him. His eyed retained their eerie calm as he gently took a corner of her already open shirt and swabbed away the saliva on his cheek.
"Serena, I am warning you for the last time. Do that again and you will be so bruised that you'll want hickeys to cover them up."
Her jaw set in a tight line Serena fought the urge to swing a foot into his crotch. "You're kids hungry again." She snarled, trying to change the topic.
Abruptly he released her, she falling gracelessly to the floor. "Then feed her, Mom!"
"With what?"
Absently he waved at her chest. "Even I know those always aren't for me ta suck."
Serena's eyes darkened further. "If I don't eat then neither does she."
"Tough titties." Frowning he stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Try doing a little munchie searching for yourself for once. Ain't my place to always be wasting money on your jell-o hips."
"What money?" A smug snicker pulled at the corner of her mouth.
"Try the stuff you keep pulling out of your- Yeow!" With surprising speed and strength her fist came crashing into his kneecap. Serena fought the reaction of wincing as her knuckled pounded in pain. The last thing she wanted to hear was about her privates being fruitful, no matter what the cost might end up being. She just didn't care any more.
Serena slowly picked herself up off the floor after making a nearly round trip across the small room. Her jaw felt swollen and she wondered if any teeth had come loose. Close fisted he hand backhanded her firmly in the side of her face. Gasping for a breath she stared back at him in mild shock. It wasn't that she was expecting an apology, they never gave the other the satisfaction of seeing their own weakness. Fighting her numb legs she stood and walked back over to him.
"If you want to watch her you're more than welcome." Not waiting for his reply she stormed towards the door, angrily retying the bottom of her shirt, partially closing it, more to keep herself from falling out than cover.
Her hand stretched for the knob, but his tense fingers clenched about her other wrist first, forcefully turning her around.
"You can't leave me here with that thing. How am I supposed to get any sleep with that racket?"
"Tough titties." She mocked. "Besides, Darien, you don't own me, and she is yours anyway."
"Like that is believable."
Her eyes narrowed to slits. "I'm not the whore you think I am. Unlike you, I don't open my legs to every passing stranger with a hard on." Ripping her arm free of his grasp she sharply turned and stormed out the door, Darien quickly catching her long ponytail.
"You are such a lying bitch!" Now becoming truly pissed she yanked her frayed golden silk from between his soiled fingers. Snorting she stiffly gave the tips a brief brush to further display her annoyance. "Besides, what proof do you have she is mine." Serena thought for the right response but he was faster. "Everyone knows you banged dozens of guys last year, and don't deny it. She looks nothing like me. And remember, I let you stay here."
"Three."
"What?"
"I only slept with three. Learn to count. It is the number one more than heads you have. Everyone kept spreading shit TO get me to lay more. Obviously they figured me wrong. And I'm glad she looks nothing like you."
Having nothing else to say Serena marched out before Darien could stop her again; oblivious to the silence.
With a tired sigh she paused around the next corner. They usually didn't fight this badly, but after a Hunter and her gang had raced through the middle of their corner trying to whack a few Thorns they had been on edge. Not that everything was always hunky-dory. But it was at least not always this rotten.
Frowning she dropped her hands to her sides looking for pockets, quickly remembering that her attire consisted only of the old blouse, knee high boots and a skirt that was tied on at her left hip. Under her breath Serena cursed herself, instantly remembering that her pipe and stash were in the kitchen. ~Maybe I can mooch off of someone else.~ she sighed. With hardly a glance over her shoulder she wandered off in search of a joint.
Rolling his eyes at her exit Darien tromped into the back room where his alleged daughter was supposed to be. In the back corner of the room a clumsily constructed crib looked ready to collapse in on itself. Pausing at its side he glanced down at the sleeping, pink haired child. She lay on her stomach, tiny head turned towards the wall. She had been only about five pounds when born, each time he saw her Darien was amazed that she had survived the first few weeks of her life, having also been two months early. She was only about four months old now, and still so fragile. ~If she lives to see a year that will be the biggest surprise of my life, and hers.~
Lightly he rested a hand on the small girls back. A gentle heat radiated from beneath the tatter onesie. In his palm he detected a faint heartbeat, but it was still better than nothing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The room echoed with hungry screams of an infant and the exhausted moans of her mother. "Why can't you ever just shut the hell up!" a blond yelled from across the room to the baby's makeshift crib. She hadn't gotten any sleep real sleep in nearly a week now. On top of which her daughters incessant whining was chiseling away at her nerves like a sculpture would at soft marble. Loudly groaning in frustration the teenaged mother stormed across the room, quickly lifting the child from her substandard bed. "Please just stop crying already! I don't have anything to feed you with. Learn to go hungry early. It's something you're gonna live with later in life anyway, so might as well get used to it. Besides, your father is too mucha lazy prick!" Turning the seventeen-year-old screamed at the door. "Besides we all know all he wants is a quick lay! Because he's too lazy to get off his horney ass!" She knew he wouldn't hear her, but it relieved the blond of at least some of her stress.
After her mothers outburst the child has settled into a light whimper, still hungry and too scared to voice anything louder. Annoyed she placed the child back onto the bed and stormed out of the back room to confront the reason for her front door's loud closing.
Before he could stumble in five feet she was upon him, sapphire eyes blazing in pure, uncontained hatred. Loudly she berated him, her voice rising to levels that caused the child to cry out again. Both parents ignored it. The tall man only stared down at her, waiting for her to finish yet another tirade. Finally she paused long enough to catch her breath, he taking control of the opportunity, one large hand quickly constricting around her slender throat. She showed no emotion as he backed her into a wall. The girl only swallowed a little harder than usual.
"Why do you insist on pissing and moaning about everything? Be thankful that I even LET you stay here." He raised his arm slightly, her toes barley touching the ground now. She fought a wince as his hand tightened. The bruises from their last fight were still fresh and the recent pressure was making them throb almost unbearably, but she fought him anyway.
"If I could I woulda cut your balls off long ago." She muffled a squeak as it became harder to breathe. Defiantly she spit at him. His eyed retained their eerie calm as he gently took a corner of her already open shirt and swabbed away the saliva on his cheek.
"Serena, I am warning you for the last time. Do that again and you will be so bruised that you'll want hickeys to cover them up."
Her jaw set in a tight line Serena fought the urge to swing a foot into his crotch. "You're kids hungry again." She snarled, trying to change the topic.
Abruptly he released her, she falling gracelessly to the floor. "Then feed her, Mom!"
"With what?"
Absently he waved at her chest. "Even I know those always aren't for me ta suck."
Serena's eyes darkened further. "If I don't eat then neither does she."
"Tough titties." Frowning he stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Try doing a little munchie searching for yourself for once. Ain't my place to always be wasting money on your jell-o hips."
"What money?" A smug snicker pulled at the corner of her mouth.
"Try the stuff you keep pulling out of your- Yeow!" With surprising speed and strength her fist came crashing into his kneecap. Serena fought the reaction of wincing as her knuckled pounded in pain. The last thing she wanted to hear was about her privates being fruitful, no matter what the cost might end up being. She just didn't care any more.
Serena slowly picked herself up off the floor after making a nearly round trip across the small room. Her jaw felt swollen and she wondered if any teeth had come loose. Close fisted he hand backhanded her firmly in the side of her face. Gasping for a breath she stared back at him in mild shock. It wasn't that she was expecting an apology, they never gave the other the satisfaction of seeing their own weakness. Fighting her numb legs she stood and walked back over to him.
"If you want to watch her you're more than welcome." Not waiting for his reply she stormed towards the door, angrily retying the bottom of her shirt, partially closing it, more to keep herself from falling out than cover.
Her hand stretched for the knob, but his tense fingers clenched about her other wrist first, forcefully turning her around.
"You can't leave me here with that thing. How am I supposed to get any sleep with that racket?"
"Tough titties." She mocked. "Besides, Darien, you don't own me, and she is yours anyway."
"Like that is believable."
Her eyes narrowed to slits. "I'm not the whore you think I am. Unlike you, I don't open my legs to every passing stranger with a hard on." Ripping her arm free of his grasp she sharply turned and stormed out the door, Darien quickly catching her long ponytail.
"You are such a lying bitch!" Now becoming truly pissed she yanked her frayed golden silk from between his soiled fingers. Snorting she stiffly gave the tips a brief brush to further display her annoyance. "Besides, what proof do you have she is mine." Serena thought for the right response but he was faster. "Everyone knows you banged dozens of guys last year, and don't deny it. She looks nothing like me. And remember, I let you stay here."
"Three."
"What?"
"I only slept with three. Learn to count. It is the number one more than heads you have. Everyone kept spreading shit TO get me to lay more. Obviously they figured me wrong. And I'm glad she looks nothing like you."
Having nothing else to say Serena marched out before Darien could stop her again; oblivious to the silence.
With a tired sigh she paused around the next corner. They usually didn't fight this badly, but after a Hunter and her gang had raced through the middle of their corner trying to whack a few Thorns they had been on edge. Not that everything was always hunky-dory. But it was at least not always this rotten.
Frowning she dropped her hands to her sides looking for pockets, quickly remembering that her attire consisted only of the old blouse, knee high boots and a skirt that was tied on at her left hip. Under her breath Serena cursed herself, instantly remembering that her pipe and stash were in the kitchen. ~Maybe I can mooch off of someone else.~ she sighed. With hardly a glance over her shoulder she wandered off in search of a joint.
Rolling his eyes at her exit Darien tromped into the back room where his alleged daughter was supposed to be. In the back corner of the room a clumsily constructed crib looked ready to collapse in on itself. Pausing at its side he glanced down at the sleeping, pink haired child. She lay on her stomach, tiny head turned towards the wall. She had been only about five pounds when born, each time he saw her Darien was amazed that she had survived the first few weeks of her life, having also been two months early. She was only about four months old now, and still so fragile. ~If she lives to see a year that will be the biggest surprise of my life, and hers.~
Lightly he rested a hand on the small girls back. A gentle heat radiated from beneath the tatter onesie. In his palm he detected a faint heartbeat, but it was still better than nothing.