Summary: Twins reach South City.
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The twins reached South City late that evening. Dameon suggested that they stop at a small diner, eat then go to the nearest hotel. "Hotel?"
Dameon looked at his sister as he locked the car door. "Yeah?" Desiree counted the small wad of bills in her jean pocket. "I only have twenty and I'm sure you have less." Dameon pulled out four hundred dollar bills. Desiree's eyes only widened for a moment before settling back to an angry gaze.
"So you stole?"
Dameon sighed, placing the money safely in his rear pocket. "I'd call it, borrowing without asking." Desiree rolled her eyes before following her younger brother inside.
The diner was a fifties style restaurant with waitresses in poodle skirts and bobby socks while all the cooks were in white T-shirts and rolled up jeans with black high tops. Dameon rolled his eyes as a bright and bubbly blonde pranced up to them. "Smoking or non smoking?"
"Non."
She nodded and led the two quickly to a booth in the center of the room. "I'll be back in five minutes, okay?" Desiree nodded slightly as Dameon walked back to the western corner of the diner and plopped down, studying the menu. Desiree sighed heavily, gathering her menu and walking to him.
"Always have to be difficult, huh?"
Dameon shrugged carelessly as he closed the menu and began to drum his slender fingers impatiently. "What are you getting?" Dameon pointed to a number eight hamburger. Desiree nodded and closed her own menu before propping her head upon her hands.
"So how close are you to this Fiona girl?"
Dameon rolled his eyes. "I tell you one personal fixation and you must know all the facts?" Desiree shook her head. "No, but if this girl interferes Dameon-"
"What are you going to do, Desiree? You can't fight, you can't do anything except school work."
Desiree studied her brother's features carefully.
"So what'll it be, guys?"
The two jerked to the girl as she smacked her gum loudly. "Two number eights, no tomatoes on one and no pickles on the other. A large Pepsi for both." The girl jotted down the orders before returning to the kitchen.
"So since I can't fight or anything, she can go ahead and ruin everything for us?" Dameon glanced out the window to the darkening streets of South City. "No. If you take her from me…then YOU will ruin everything for us, sister."
Desiree shuttered inwardly at the bitter, chilling tone of his voice. He had never said anything like he had just now and Desiree didn't like that he was choosing some floozy over his own flesh and blood. "Fine."
Dameon looked back to her with disturbing eyes. His mind was working quickly, trying to figure out what she was thinking, what she was feeling. Yet he couldn't. It was like she was blocking out that invisible connection the two had always had. The way he could understand every feeling…it was gone now. Nothing but a very pale and blank face as her eyes glittered with a passion to…stop…him?
"Here ya go guys. Anything else?"
Dameon shook his head without breaking his intense staredown with his twin. She continued to ignore his steady glare and began to politely, yet hungrily eat away at the large serving of hamburger, French fries and salad. It wasn't for another good, ten minutes that he began to eat.
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The hotel room wasn't large but quaint and enough so the two could have it for as long as they needed. There were two double beds, divided by a small beside table with one lamp, branching out into two at the top. Desiree made her way to the bathroom as Dameon flipped on the television, just catching the end of an old romance.
"Pathetic," he muttered before flipping through the 999 channels the hotel provided.
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Desiree stripped of her clothing and stepped into the tub, letting the hot, steamy water envelop her body and soothe her to the core. She didn't want to worry about Dameon right now. She decided that sleep sounded best and so she dozed off into a weird, dream-like state…
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It was raining.
She glanced left and saw her brother, laughing maliciously, his slender hands upon his hips. "C'mon Juuhachigou! Aren't you going to finish him?"
Desiree frowned at the name, yet somehow, she knew it and nodded absently. Raising HER hand, she fired and blew a hole through a young boy's chest. Her brother cackled. "Let's go on to North City…no point in staying here, eh?" Desiree felt her mouth twitch into a smile before she took off to the sky behind him.
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Desiree jerked away, panting heavily. She stared about the bright, beige bathroom a few moments. Her heart was racing and her mind was foggy. The water was now freezing cold and her body was shuddering.
"Are you done yet?"
Desiree uttered a small. "Uh huh" before stepping out into a warm, comfy towel. She glanced at her hands and they matched the hands of the girl her brother called 'Juuhachigou'. Why had she killed that boy? His eyes were a deep, chocolate brown with red locks blocking his view. Dirt had patched his freckled cheeks in a sweet, all-American innocence.
Then she shot him.
And he was dead.
"Hurry up, Desiree! I need to take a shower before bed! You've been in there for nearly two hours now!"
Desiree grew a bit agitated and flew the door open. "Sorry, I dozed off." Dameon snorted a bit before walking inside. Desiree clutched her chest a bit before finally dressing then falling into a happily, dreamless slumber.
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A/N: Hello all, well well. Finally updated, I was suspended sadly. Don't blame me, blame the website your at right now. ANYWAYS, I decided to say sorry and give you two chapters. I also decided that maybe just a bit of romance would push this story along, ya know? Oh well, hope you liked them. :P