Disclaimer: Shadow Hearts. Do not own. Characters. Do not own. Well, except for all the evil and not-so-evil people so far…
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Author's Note: ::sigh:: Another K/M scene. Feel free to flame if out-of-character (although, I don't think they are this time…except maybe M…)
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"You still haven't answered my question," Kain said abruptly, stopping Syth in mid-stride. "Why ask? You knew she wouldn't remember."
Syth was silent for a moment. He had known, but still, there was a hope… "Regina has to let her remember sometime."
"So she can have another breakdown? I would think that you wouldn't want that."
They turned another step, and went up the spiraling stairs to their quarters. Luckily, the servants' quarters were placed far above Regina's; it'd be unbearable otherwise, too hot to possibly get a good night's rest.
"…She could get through that though. And as it is now, it's only holding her back."
Kain shook his head. "True, maybe. But it'd take too long. Besides, you should know. Which does Regina hold higher: Hyuga or Pers?"
Syth didn't even bother answering that question. Hyuga was Regina's first priority, especially recently. Everything else was a distant second.
They reached their room and he opened the door. Like all the other quarters, it was rather spacious—although they were actually meant to room four, not two. Almost all the clans had about five hundred servants, along with up to a hundred members of the clan. Here, they had only about fifty servants, and just one member of the clan.
"Maybe after this is over," Kain said, trying to reassure his friend. "Talk to Regina about this after we've gotten Hyuga."
Syth nodded, but he wondered, What will happen once we get him?
**
The fire was still roaring brightly, even though the others had gone to sleep. Halley and Zhuzhen were supposed to have watch tonight, and even though Margarete and Alice had both volunteered to take over for Halley, he'd insisted he was fine.
Really, he didn't feel good at all. But it would have been useless to try and sleep.
A log cracked in the fire, momentarily brightening the dark woods. These woods were full of wolves, but Halley couldn't see any among the dark silhouettes of trees. The night was dead silent, just like it'd been…
He could see it, replaying in his head, exactly as it had when Yuri had kicked him down the stairs. Halley could see himself walking through a dark hallway, in the secrecy of night, feel the heat that still came through the floor.
The teenager shivered, feeling the contrast between the cold reality and warm illusion. In his thoughts, he continued walking, stopping in front of a door. He tapped on the door twice. He suddenly turned and peered into the shadows of the hallway; Halley could have sworn he heard a noise. There was a slight edge of fear in all of movements, a constant reminder to stay on his guard. Seeing nothing, Halley turned back to the door and tapped again, even softer than before.
Halley shifted his weight from one leg to another, waiting. He was bored, and allowed more of his thoughts to go to the vision, trying to make sense of it. Once again, he tapped, a bit louder, more impatient.
His answer was a hard punch to the head. He fell to the ground, his head spinning as he wildly looked around for his attacker. It was impossible though, he couldn't see anything at all. The shadows had turned into a pitch-black darkness.
Still, the aura was easy to make out. One of the Darkness, a very strong one.
"Hyuga?!"
There was no reply from the other person. Instead he could feel himself being lifted up into the air. The fear became stronger, adrenaline for his counterattack.
"Tornado Wind!"
The spell was both offensive and defensive. He was now standing in the eye of a raging tornado, and anyone who was near him would be flung back by the wind. He heard a person hit the opposite wall, but they said nothing, only laughed softly. Halley felt a chill go through his body.
"What are you laughing at?" he demanded, making his voice loud enough to be heard over the wind. He suddenly heard a growl and looked around, forgetting it was useless.
Hundreds of rocks struck him, making him cry out in pain and surprise. The tornado died out, leaving him open to attack. His opponent took advantage with quick, effective punches and kicks. Any attempt to fight back was useless, since he couldn't even see his attacker.
Finally he collapsed facedown, bruised all over. The darkness faded as light reentered the hall, and he could see a red glow on the floor next to him.
"Hmph. One down." Halley recognized it as Yuri's voice, although there was a strange tone in it. "Now to kill that damn hypocrite. Oh…that's right, I almost forgot…the guardian…" There was a soft sigh. "No grudges, but it's got to be done…" He began walking away from the boy.
"Wait," Halley said, pushing himself off of the ground. "Why…?"
Yuri stopped and looked back at him. "You can still stand?"
"Hypocrite…you mean Sarah, don't you? You said you were going to make peace. If this is just another chance to fight her, then…I won't let you," Halley said, although he wasn't sure if he could really stop Yuri.
Yuri looked at him, and then shook his head in disbelief. "And here I wanted to let you live. You should've just laid still and shut up." He held his hand up and black wisps began to emerge from it, once again filling the hallway with darkness.
"Torna-" Halley was silenced by the hand that clamped over his mouth. Yuri's grip was tight on him, with no way to get out.
"Goodbye, friend." The soft whisper in his ear, a thrill of fear, and then, a sudden twist and SNAP—
Halley shuddered and rubbed his neck, feeling it ache. It made no sense to him at all. Had he just imagined it, or had it actually happened? But it couldn't have…a broken neck meant you were dead, healing or no. And yet it seemed so real…
He was so distracted that he failed to notice the flashes of brown amongst the trees. Zhuzhen, watching the other side, could not have possibly seen.
A snap of twigs caught Halley's attention, but it was much too late. A large animal leapt up and with its two front paws pressed on Halley's chest. There was so much force behind it that Halley fell back with the large beast on top of him.
"Halley!" Zhuzhen shouted.
Halley was absolutely frozen. He could feel the jaws on his neck, each incisor, ready to tear through his throat. Then he heard a deep chuckle as the beast loosened his grip and looked at him.
"Careless. Look alive, boy—and maybe next time you will be."
As he listened to the voice, Halley's eyes widened. "Yuri?"
The fox was struck against the head by Zhuzhen's staff. It snarled and grabbed the staff in its jaws, wrenching it out of the Adept's hand and tossing it down to the ground. Then it scampered off into the shadows, allowing Halley and Zhuzhen a view of its seven tails.
"Are you injured, Halley?" Zhuzhen frowned as he saw the markings on Halley's neck. The teeth had pressed against the kid's neck so hard there were indents in his skin. Yet there wasn't any blood.
"I think so…" Halley said uncertainly; he didn't have any injuries, but his heart was pounding in his chest. God, that'd scared him out of his mind. First the dream, now…whatever that had been. He rubbed his neck, feeling the indents, then stood and marched to their tent, pulling the flaps open. Both Keith and Yuri were sleeping. But…that voice had sounded so much like Yuri's…
"What's wrong?" Zhuzhen asked.
Halley stared at the sleeping Harmonixer for a moment before shaking his head and going back out to watch. This time, both of them were wide-awake and alert.
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Yuri woke up slowly, stretching and yawning. That must have been the best night's sleep he'd gotten in a week—he had been too tired to have any dreams. Maybe just a few more minutes…
The smell of eggs and ham made him open his eyes again. Breakfast. The last time he had eaten was at lunch yesterday, his stomach impatiently reminded him. It wanted breakfast.
Yuri sat up, noting with surprise that Keith's place was empty. Usually the vampire was the last person to wake up. He must have slept for a long time.
Outside, he could hear the voices of the others. It sounded like everyone was awake. Yuri yawned and stretched, then got up and walked outside—he was still fully dressed from last night.
Alice was serving everyone breakfast, finishing with a plate to Yuri when she caught sight of him. "Sleep well?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"God, Keith, why didn't you ask?" Margarete demanded. "Could've saved us some time."
Keith sighed, feeling his nerves fraying. "Because that's when Alice came back and told us about Yuri—good morning," he said, noticing the new arrival.
"Asked about what?" Yuri asked, feeling curious.
"Well, we figured out where the clans are."
"And?"
"They're not even on this planet."
Yuri stared at him. "Okaaay…where else could they be?"
Keith leaned back. Why hadn't anyone told him about this before? Then again, Leon, Maria, and he were the only ones who had been born since the clan had come to this planet. Perhaps the others felt like it wasn't important—or maybe they hadn't wanted them to know. Besides, he'd never felt like it was something he should ask about. There had always seemed to be a certain taboo before. The only reason he'd asked now was because it was urgent.
"They're on another world, Yuri. Or…you could say they're on a different version of this world. It's hard to say. From what it sounded like…Kind of like your Graveyard in that it's a spiritual world, but it's one the size of Earth."
"Is there any way to get there?" Yuri asked, mouth full of eggs.
"He doesn't know, since he didn't think to ask," Margarete explained. This was the second day that she'd been mad at Keith, and everyone knew by now that Keith had done something bad—although what, they didn't know. Keith only gave a little sigh, apparently giving up on civil conversation with the spy.
"Alice told us you were unconscious, and we decided that it might be better if you rested in the village—although you woke earlier and were decidedly against being carried, so that was impossible."
Yuri snorted. "I don't need to rest. I'm perfectly fine. A little sleep was all I needed."
"Kiddo, you slept for fifteen hours, not counting when you woke up while we set camp," Margarete said. "That wasn't a little."
Yuri looked surprised. "Really?" That had been a deep sleep.
"It's almost ten right now. We got at the castle about six, six thirty, and you had your little episode at seven…What was that about, anyway?"
That was a good question. What had it been about? It'd started out close to the original dream, but with reality mixed in, to judge by how he'd given Halley a bloody nose yesterday. Then Regina had helped him—but she had given him the dream in the first place, why would she help him out of it?—and then stupid Fox Face, and the boy…
But maybe that part had been a dream. After all, hadn't he accepted Fox Face?
"If you don't want to talk about it—"
"No, that's…that's fine," Yuri told Alice. "I'll tell you guys. I've been having a bad dream lately. I'm in the Graveyard, and…you're all dead. I don't know why, but yesterday…when Stephen told us about Nis, it just triggered something in the fusion souls, and the next thing I knew…" he took a deep breath and looked to see the others' reactions, then continued. "I was in the dream again."
"All of us?" Alice asked, setting her plate down and leaning forwards, towards him.
Yuri nodded. All of them. Everyone but him.
Margarete was frowning. "Kiddo, give us some details here. Why were we dead?"
He looked puzzled, then slowly shook his head, tapping his fingers. "No, the methods…everyone died differently."
"So how'd I die?" Yuri looked at the spy incredulously; she sighed and leaned forward. "Humor me with a prophecy of my death."
"That's not funny."
Margarete ignored Keith, waiting for Yuri's response.
"You drowned." Yuri shrugged his shoulders, unsure of how to explain. "I didn't see you die, I saw your corpses. And yours kinda resembled Li Li."
"Oh, great. So why were you seeing our corpses, anyway?"
Yuri half-heartedly stabbed at his eggs, then put his plate down and closed his eyes. "I was in the Graveyard and I went up to the grave for the Earth fusion souls. A hand grabbed my leg and I got out of its grip; then Keith came out of the grave. First him, then you and Zhuzhen, then Alice and Halley." He couldn't stop a small shiver. "You know, like most zombies. You were—you were saying that I killed you all. And then, you guys killed me."
"What?" Alice exclaimed, sounding shocked.
"Well, the corpses pushed me into the grave of Darkness." Yuri knew it would only upset her more to hear she had pushed him in herself.
"Hmm." Zhuzhen tapped his fingers along his chin as he considered what such a dream might mean. "You said we all died differently."
It was a morbid topic, but the others seemed curious to know more. Alice wished they could talk about something else, but she supposed that it'd be best for Yuri if they all listened.
"You were burned." How badly, he could not tell. That had been horrible. "Keith…it looked like you were killed in a fight." It looked like a mob had gotten him, it had been total overkill. Yuri turned as he spoke to look at each of his friends. "Halley, your neck was broken."
Halley's eyes widened, and he reached up with his hand to touch his neck. "Did I have any other injuries?"
Yuri chewed his lip, thinking. "Nothing fatal. No cuts. But you did have a few bruises." He had seen a few purple bruises along his forearms, but they hadn't seemed nearly as important as the snapped neck. "Why?"
"Eh, just curious," Halley lied, trying to hide his worry. He had a dream or vision about his death, and so had Yuri. Yuri's account of his injuries matched what he would have expected from his dream. He didn't even want to think about what that could mean.
He could tell the others about the vision. But…Yuri seemed upset enough as it was. And…he had this nagging feeling, telling him it was best to stay quiet…
"From what you've said, kid, that doesn't sound right." Zhuzhen shook his head, still trying to figure it out. "I was burned? I could've easily done that myself. And Margarete…she could've drowned herself."
Yuri shrugged. "I don't know. But you said I was to blame for it."
"What about Alice?" Keith asked. "You didn't say anything about her."
Yuri looked at Alice. Her eyes were lowered to the ground, and she seemed rather uncomfortable. "Do you want to hear about it, Alice?"
"I suppose."
She sounded hesitant, but she had agreed, so Yuri continued. "The corpse…looked like some kind of monster had been at it. And your left eye—it was gone. Like it'd been smashed in."
"Wait, if it was a monster, how could that be y—"
"Fusion."
Margarete shut up, hearing Yuri's quiet reply. He didn't look well, a little pale in the face. Then again, no one looked like they were exactly thrilled about this. The person who looked calmest was Keith. Zhuzhen looked troubled, but more like it was a puzzle to him than anything else. And Halley…his hand moved uncertainly up and down his neck. Alice seemed torn, like she wanted to say something but either wasn't sure how to say it or if she should say it.
She stood up suddenly, getting the others' attention. Her eyes were on Yuri. "Well, kiddo, while you might think you're all big and bad, you gotta face facts. What are the chances you could survive a fight against all five of us?"
"The fights…they were probably separate."
She snickered. "Uh huh, and I drowned? That would imply we were around water. And I've already proved you suck with water. You'd be the one going down, not me." To prove it, she made a gun with her hand and then pointed it at Yuri, concentrating. A jet of water splashed on his face. "Bang." She blew on the finger.
Yuri stared at her like she was crazy. Then suddenly, he started smiling, laughing. He wiped the water off with his sleeve. "You're probably right."
Margarete looked as though she had been offended. "Of course I'm right! I'm Miss Spy Genius, and trust me, that dream was only a dream." She turned to look at the others. "Now. We've got to get down to business. We don't know how to get there yet, so we'll have to go back—do we at least know what Regina could want with Yuri? Or how we might have met her before the reunion?"
"Nothing about how we could have met her. She's been imprisoned all this time, the only way we could have met her is through someone who can channel others," Zhuzhen said. "There is that man, but I didn't recognize him at all."
Margarete shook her head. Only Regina had given them that déjà vu feeling—the man had not. "So someone else channeled her? That still leaves us in the dark."
"About what she might want…it's possible she might want him to start another war, like his ancestor did," Zhuzhen said. "Or at least to free her."
"Hmm…" It was possible, since his ancestor had started the war with Regina's help. But, if she had been imprisoned all this time, she probably wouldn't be able to fight a war anytime soon—or would she? It depended on what kind of warfare they had. "Probably not on the war thing. And wasn't she sealed into the tower? She's got the wrong person then, no way kiddo could break a seal." A thought occurred to her and she grinned wryly. "Maybe she just wants him."
Yuri groaned. "Margarete…" Halley was rolling his eyes.
"Do you really think so?"
The spy laughed. "Don't worry, Alice, I'm sure you'll have him all to yourself."
Alice blushed a furious red. "Well, you sounded serious…"
"Why not?"
Margarete wheeled around and stared at Keith. "Excuse me?" she blurted out.
Keith shrugged. "Why not?" he repeated.
"She's two thousand years older than him, that's why not! He's twenty-four-"
"Twenty-five-"
"My mistake-he's twenty-five! Does that not sound a little sick, twisted, and perverted to you?!"
The vampire shook his head. "I've known a six-hundred-year-old to fall in love with a twenty-year-old adult mortal. The older members of our clan did not discourage the match."
Margarete stared at him, then sat down and held her head in her hands. "How does that work?"
"A person is considered eligible for marriage once they are full-grown—as a rule, when they're twenty. And of course, since we do not age, it doesn't really matter how large the age difference is—as long as both parties are mature. If it had been a teenager, even one about to become an adult, the match would have been protested. It is considered improper for an adult to court an adolescent. Adolescents can only be courted by other adolescents, and even then, not until they're sixteen."
"They have to be sixteen?" Halley asked.
Keith nodded. "Those are the standards we go by. At least, our clan does."
"How did the match turn out? The one with the vampire and mortal?" Alice asked.
"Ah…" Keith looked down, towards the array of twigs and leaves scattered through the campsite. He felt a bit uncomfortable. "They were married, and two children were born from the union."
"Here's little Keith. I named him after his uncle. Isn't he cute, brother?"
"You must be happy, Maria."
"Of course I am. And you remember your favorite niece…"
"Hi uncle Keith!"
"Part of the reason the match had been encouraged was because sometimes when a mortal and immortal have a child, the blood of the immortal takes in the child, and the child is also an immortal. And our clan is so small. We hoped both would be immortal, especially since both were of the Earth class, not Fire, like her husband was. But instead…"
"I'm…a little scared…Amelia is aging. It's not very noticeable, but I can tell. I just hope Keith doesn't…"
"One of them wasn't?"
"No…neither of them were," Keith said, his green eyes darkening. "And the immortal…she…"
"Let me go! Let me go! Damn you! Let me go…I want to be with my husband…I want to be with Amelia and Keith…please, brother, let me go!"
"Keith?"
He reached up and brushed the tears away
"I'm sorry,
Keith, I shouldn't have asked—"
"No, I'm fine," he said,
rising from his place. "I'll be back
soon." He left the campsite, wanting to
be alone so he could think.
The vampire who had loved a mortal, his sister Maria. He thought the topic would have been less painful now. After all, it had been two centuries since she'd tried to commit suicide…
He realized after a few minutes that he was walking back in the direction of the castle. When he stopped and looked, he could see the tower of the castle, rising high above the other parts. She had tried to throw herself off the tower after her son's death. He had stopped her and she hated him for it.
It should have faded in his memory, and he had been able to push it aside. But it was still there, still hurt…
Keith rested his head against the rough bark of a tree. Perhaps it hurt worse now because of his own dilemma, because he was now…
He was also in love with a mortal.
There were light footsteps. His ears caught it and he turned around, seeing Margarete. "What?"
She leaned against another tree. "She was important to you, wasn't she?"
"My sister. The oldest of us."
"I'm sorry." The words sounded stilted and awkward to her.
"She's not dead."
Margarete shook her head quickly, then noticed he'd turned back away from her. God! How could she have said that? But from what he had said, it had sounded like she'd died. "…Maria, right? The one you didn't want us to wake up?"
"Father put her under a sleeping spell…right after she tried to kill herself. No one has woken her since." He took a few steps towards the castle and then sat down. "She named her son after me. She always said she would."
Margarete was silent, trying not to interrupt him at all.
"She was a friend, sister, and mother to me. My brother was supposed to be the next ruler of Blue Castle, but he gave it up to me when I was ten, instead traveling around the world. The older vampires are often rather distant to us, so it was mostly just the two of us."
"You must have been very close."
Damn. Was this some kind of play or something? Why did everything coming out of her mouth sound like garbage to her?
Yet Keith continued on. "But, when I was about a hundred or so, she fell in love with one of the mortals in a village. They married. She always knew that he would die eventually, so though it hurt her, she got over it. But she seemed to be—we were all so sure that her children would be immortal. Their deaths were unexpected. That was what destroyed her.
"And her son—her son lived longer than either his sister or father had. He was as old as Zhuzhen, give or take a few years. Except his mind had deteriorated over the years. He became senile."
"Keith? Don't you remember me? Please…please Keith, I'm your mother…"
He can't even recognize you. Why Maria, why do you continue to torture yourself over him? He is going to die soon. And yet you still care for him everyday…as you did when he was a child…even though he doesn't even remember your name…
Why do all this…for the love of a mortal? What good is it…to be loved by one who will one day be gone?
But now, he felt like maybe he understood better. And that thought scared him. "After his death, she tried to kill herself by jumping off the tower. She was put to sleep, and I…" He sighed. "I tried to go on afterwards, but I just…I couldn't. So I went to sleep and when I next woke up…" There was an attempted smirk. "Yuri was wreaking havoc in the tower."
"You joined him so you could get away, didn't you?"
"I wanted to take my mind off of her, but I've been thinking more and more of her lately. Because…I think I've done the same thing she did." Keith looked at her, trying to see her reaction, wishing she would say or do something that would make everything clear to him. But Margarete looked just as confused as him.
So he…he does love me? But he doesn't want to… "I understand…so we'll just be friends. Truce?" She held out her hand.
Keith smiled. "Truce." He took her hand and they shook, looking each other in the eye. Abruptly he broke off the stare, and began walking back to camp. He thought of how much easier his life would be if he had just taken Zhuzhen's suggestion and gone traveling with Nina and Michelle instead.
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Author's Note: So…for all the time it took me to write this chapter, it only covers one morning and one event from the night before. Worthless, good-for-nothing update that serves almost no purpose, except to explain. Notice that there is almost no coverage on Alice, and a lot less on Yuri than usual. Hence the title, 'The Minor Character chapter'.
And…I realize I've neglected Regina for some time now. Next chapter will have to have at least one major scene with her, and I think that'll be easy to arrange.
On another note, I've decided to go to an anime convention next year!
Yuri: This soon???
Well, it's an annual event. That, and my sister's already gone twice without me. And, it's customary to go in costume, as one of your favorite anime or video game character. I went through the possibilities—Aeris, Rinoa, Yuna, or Alice (I'm sorry, but I would never dress up as Margarete. My mother would kill me.) And guess who I decided?
Yuri: …um…::tries to think of who she most looks like::….::realizes she doesn't really look as feminine as these girls do::…::decides it would be beneficial to his health not to mention that last thought::…
Are you going to guess, or are you going to mime the answer?
Yuri: …Aeris?
Nope! I'm going to go as you!
Yuri: What?!
I wanted to go as Alice, but her hair and eyes are different from mine, plus her costume seems pretty complicated. On the other side, brown hair, brown eyes, fairly simple outfit—it'd be easy to go as you!
Yuri: I am highly offended.
Why?
Yuri: First of all, you're a girl, second of all, you're a shrimp. ::places hand on head to demonstrate:: See?
Third of all, I'm only a little shorter than Alice. Are you going to tell her she's a shrimp?
Yuri: …she doesn't torture me.
::sweatdrop:: Anyways, dressing as a character of the opposite gender is fine at conventions. Lots of girls dress up as guys and lots of overweight guys dress up as Sailor Moon. (I still do not understand the reasoning behind 'Sailor Bubba', but oh well.)
Yuri: …
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Reviewers:
Rex: Heh heh…please calm down. I have five more days of school, and then you should be seeing a lot more updates.
Actually, I don't know if the frog experiment really works…never tried it myself. But I've heard it used lots of times as an example, so I think it might be true. Or are you talking about the hypnotism? That does work sometimes.
Of course Yuri's a pervert! Alice wakes up and her hero starts hitting on her! (I kept hoping she would slap him the first time.)
Hm, you have a friend reading this? Well…actually, some of the things in there didn't make much sense to me either. I'll explain more about the corpses at the end.
Delka: What's funny about Persephone is…I keep on worrying that I'm going to make her completely contradictory. I hope I haven't done that yet. And very poor Halley… ::pats him on the head::
Aenea: Eh, French stinks (although the teacher's nice).
Gutterfiend: Hmm…who did the bad things? It's going to be very complicated…::grins evilly::
Yuri: Because she can't be concise for once…
::hits him over the head with Alice's book::
The fox kid should be explained a little better by next chapter (it was actually supposed to be in this chapter, but ::shrugs:: everything seems to keep getting pushed back into later chapters).
Greyfriars: I don't think you read that part thoroughly, for a reason I'll explain later on…
Hey, you don't think someone would die if they got hit with Advent by Alice? Although I kind of enjoy the mental picture of a mad God chucking bibles at people ("Hey! You! See this? It's a BIBLE. B-I-B-L-E. Now start reading before I get the lightning.")
…are you sure you've been paying attention? What have Stephen and Regina both been saying about God?
What's Cthulu? Why do I always feel stupid when I read your reviews?
Actually, I'm probably less than a year older than you, because my birthday was just last month. (Go figure. I'm an aries.) By the way, astrology does not work.
Hmm…Bacon/Yuri…actually, what I would like to see is…
Yuri: ::rolls eyes:: Keith/Yuri, yeah yeah, you'll never get it.
Well, that and Simon/Yuri…
Yuri: WHAT???
Oh, come on! You actually see eye-to-eye with him in the end!
Yuri: I punched out his eye!
Just admit it Yuri. You know you want him…
Yuri: I'm going to have to kill you Aegis.
::Pouts:: Please write the fic? The more SH fics, the better!
Noodles: Well, I'm not sure, but I've heard you can boil a frog alive…ask Jack…
Yuri: I wonder if he's ever tried boiling a human alive…
::stares at him:: Well thank you for that pleasant mental image! I would like to think that a human's smart enough to get out! And by the way, why are you named Yuri?
Yuri: It's a Russian name, my mom named me. And dad was out on an assignment, so when he got back…kind of too late…
He must have cried when he heard his son's name. I'm sure they weren't tears of joy.
Well, I don't have the game either, but in SH, if you check out the NPC section, I believe it says she's a Fire class.
Nights Mistress: Actually, I've heard about the 'strangling and getting off' thing before. I read it in a book for school.
Yuri: They allow those kinds of books in your school?
Yes…
Yuri: I've got to go to your school sometime.
::Tries to imagine Yuri in any educational institution:: ::fails::
Well, I had to work Yuri's height out into inches, but yeah, he is kind of short as a guy…and Alice is only about four inches shorter than him. But I'm still shorter than both of them…::pouts::
Actually…I've never read one of my friend's fanfics before. So I'm not sure how a Keith/Yuri would turn out. And it might not come on fanfiction.net.
Halley…sorta/kinda/didn't really kick the bucket. It'll all become clear later (hopefully…looks down at tangled mass of string which represents plot…hides the string).
By the way…I got a bone to pick with you about your fanfic with Yuri…you know the chapter where Clara goes berserk and all the souls destroy the town? It's making me have weird dreams about Alice and Margarete trapped in a church and being chased by this huge mass of souls…
Yuri: At least it wasn't as stupid as the dream where you got a review saying Alice was OOC.
::sweatdrop:: Yeah, that one was pretty stupid…
The Matriarch Mavina: Actually, I finally understand that you refer to yourself as Steel. ::sweatdrop:: I was kind of confused about that before…
And I kept picturing Halley getting kicked too. I don't know, I just seem to like torturing Yuri and Halley.
Radical Rex: Owie…bullet…::winces:: that sounds painful…
Sorry, I'm still a little slow with updates (blame school).
Actually…I haven't really decided if she's immortal or not. In order to even tell, the story would have to go on until she starts growing old, which would make it veerrry long.
Loki, Harbinger of Death: I think I'm starting to get down their characters…although when I first starting writing the scene, I gave serious thought to killing them both off…but I think I've got K/M now. Hopefully. (help me!)
Simon/Yuri. It could work. If only we could get the two of them to agree.
Yuri: Un-uh. Never.
Araschid: I did describe Syth once, I think in ch. 10. And about Persephone, well…she was first rejected by her own clan. And her current situation is a bit more complicated than it seems…
Syth is older than her. But, Keith and Margarete are an accepted pairing. The point is, immortals don't age, so he can wait until she's twenty (which is 'of age') and then court (or date) her. Before then, it's considered inappropriate. But once she's a mature adult…
It's actually Kain who's being the pervert, since he kind of suggests that Syth 'enjoy' her now (with all its dirty little implications.) Although, he's not exactly a pedophile either. Think of it as a twenty-year-old hitting on a fourteen-year-old (which is still pretty perverted, but not as bad as an eighty-something).
No no no. I need K/M suggestions. Like on this chapter. Did I ruin them, or are they fine?
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Corpses:
What a lovely title. Anyways, about the corpses…I said in chapter 15 that Keith was wounded by "various kinds of weapons." Meaning more than one. Meaning not just a sword. Besides, I said he had lots of wounds. Usually when you stab yourself, you just do it once. Which is why I can't understand that people are suggesting he killed himself.
And Halley…actually, bravo. I never thought of the hanging thing, although it was pretty interesting when I realized that could be the case. But necks can also be broken by human hands…
And, someone pointed out Alice's eye. There's something odd about that eye *hint hint…it's not in ch. 15 or 16, but in this one* .
Zhuzhen and Margarete, the desired conclusions were drawn (although we still don't know…it could've been murder, it could've been suicide…)
Yuri: What's scary is she has a chesire cat grin while she's typing this whole section.
And…what might the end mean for Yuri?