Chapter 4
That Uneasy Queasy Feelin'
A/N: Heh…I like this chapter title…
Trina: Why do you drag me into these intros….just get to the damn story…. *Shoots him*
A/N: Yes ma'am! *Dies*
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"Guys…"
Apparently the rest of the team didn't hear her, and they kept riding forward.
"Guys….we gotta stop…."
Jet, who had been in the lead to distance himself from the group, halted his steed and raised his hand to stop the other men. He slipped out of the saddle and passed Clive and Gallows as they brought their horses to a standstill.
As he approached the girl at the back of the group, he called out, "You okay?"
All morning she had seemed a bit woozy, and a little bit less enthusiastic than normal, but she never appeared to be sick. Now, however, the treasure hunter could have sworn Virginia looked a shade of green. In an answer to his question, she jumped off her horse and stumble around to the back of a boulder.
He started after her. "Virginia?" But when he reached the boulder, he could clearly tell by the noise that the team leader had just lost her lunch (so to speak, as it was still morning).
Cautiously, he peeked around the stone and caught a glimpse of his exhausted leader, breathing haggardly and looking very much like someone who had just emptied the contents of her stomach.
"Um…do you need any help?" When Jet said this, Virginia turned and gave him a confused look. "What?"
"Jet…that is so unlike you…urp!" She spun back around and resumed vomiting.
Jet stood there for a moment, confused by her reaction, but then realized what was going on, or rather, the mess on the ground, and quickly turned away.
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"Morning sickness." he stated rather calmly. "With Catherine, however, it was actually messier…" And with that, a confused and slightly fearful look entered the man's eyes.
Jet stared at Clive with an equal amount of confusion at first, but then realized what the older man was saying. "You mean you think that was…erm…that Virginia is having morning sickness?"
Clive mused over this for a second, then responded with a smile "Well, it is still morning, isn't it?"
The boy rolled his eyes and sighed. He's not helping… He let his horse fall back until he was parallel with Virginia and her ivory mount. "Hey, you feeling any better?"
Virginia, who was no longer shocked at Jet's odd behavior, nodded and smiled in response. "Just a bit queasy still, but other than that, I'm fine."
Jet gave what appeared to be a sigh of relief. "That's good…"
Now she was curious again. "Jet, what's going on? You're acting…rather strangely. You're not at all like your usual self."
"Really? What's my 'usual self?'" he asked.
"I believe Gallows said it best when he called you a 'sulky punk.'" She couldn't help but giggle right there.
"Meh…whatever…" he replied, and rode off to the side, his usual position in the riding formation. To his surprise, so did Virginia.
"Hey, I'm sorry, Jet. I didn't mean to insult you."
"You didn't, so don't worry about it."
"Jet… Look, I know you're trying to change, and I shouldn't act so surprised when you make progress like that…"
"…you think I'm making progress?" He seemed a bit happier now.
"Definitely! Back when I first met you, we never could have talked like this, and you wouldn't have come to check up on me if I got sick, or anything like that. Now look at you. You've grown a lot."
Not sure how to react, Jet turned a bit red and muttered, "Thanks…"
For a moment, they rode in silence. Suddenly, Virginia shakily stood up on her horse, and jumped at Jet. He barely caught her, and out of confusion yelled "What the hell are you doing?!"
She giggled at him. "But don't grow up too much, or else life would be too boring!" As she sat down in front of Jet, she took a length of rope hanging from the side of Jet's horse and attached it to her own steed.
From up ahead, Gallows and Clive watched the couple. "Aw, how cute," said Gallows, who was still bitter about the ladder incident. Clive, on the other hand, just smiled at the two and faced forward again.
Jet, meanwhile, slipped into one of his thinking moods. Morning sickness…
As long as it's Virginia that I'm doing this with, then it's alright, I guess…
With that, he gave the reins a quick whip and caught up with the rest of the team.
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A/N: Aw….how kawaii…
Trina: You fluff-driven idiot, you…. Where's the comedy? This is supposed to be funny.
A/N: Funny, huh? Fine. *Points at Trina* Look at the blue hair! Ha!! BLUE HAIR!!
Trina: You must enjoy being shot… *Shoots him again and again and again*
CRRS:
Teefa85: There are worse hentais out there, unfortunately… ^_^
Hana no Kaze: I don't know why I didn't torture him this time… I beg for forgiveness!!
Black Waltz 0: Well, I still can't reveal whether or not it's true… But I'm not done torturing the kid, so no worrying about that! ^_^
Skylark Starflower: Ah, now I get it. Dessiney's room… I'm gonna have to go check that out…once I get a PS2… (Trina: I've made up for it, dear! Shot him up really good this time!)
Hypes: I never knew psychological torture would be so much fun to write! Gwah hah hah hah!
JayJay-Sawada: Thanks! And look! I updated again! Although, it's funny to think about, but the I posted the last chapter in winter, and now it's spring. So, it only sounds like it's been a long time! ^_^
aya-yahiko: I sorta toned down the humor this time….so maybe you can breath now? Ah, good. ^_^