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own anything. HAH! THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK! I own lots of things! Yes! Lots!
My bag of sugar cubes for instance! I own that!
Himby: **Squeaks**
Oh... I'm supposed to say that I don't own the Ronins?
Himby: **Nods affirmatively**
Oh... Well I don't...
Note: -* words* - means shared thoughts between the girls.
-words- mean private thoughts of a person.
Chapter 12 By: Soulful Gray
Robyn stared at the floor. Fresh towels and her pajamas were there, folded neatly and waiting patiently. She grabbed the towels and set about drying herself. Then she threw on the pajamas and wrapped her hair in the smaller towel and walked out of the bathroom, automatically heading for the room she shared with her sisters.
Nobody was there to stop her from opening the door and walking in. She jumped when she saw Sage in there, and Anubis asleep on the bed. The bearer of Halo looked over at her in surprise.
"Oh. I guess they forgot to tell you to use a room upstairs."
"Upstairs?" she groaned and then she spotted her nest on the floor from days previous. "Excuse my language, but that idea can go to hell. I'm here, my blankets are waiting, and I'm not going to use up non-existent energy to drag my ass upstairs when the floor will work perfectly fine." Sage shrugged as she finished and hurled herself onto the pile of blankets and pillows.
"Suit yourself," he said as he turned back to healing Anubis.
She wasn't listening. She was already deep in her dreams.
Some time later, Lin was seated in the living room, at the counch under the big window that showed off a view of the front yard. She leaned over the back of the couch, her arms folded under her chin and her legs tucked underneath her, staring at the front yard where Yulie was playing with White Blaze. She sighed. It amazed her that the little boy could still be so normal after all that had happened to him in his few years. Hell, it amazed her that they all were acting so normal.
The Ronins were a resiliant lot. Even though the Mortal Realm was being threatened, and death was a possibility, they were still bouncing back. They were training constantly, but aside from that they seemed to be hiding their worry.
The sun was beginning to set outside, and she smiled and couldn't help but twiddle her fingers at it, as if saying goodbye. Then she pulled herself off the comfy couch and pranced into the kitchen.
Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she glanced at the window above the sink. The flowers were spilling over the edge of the sill and she squeaked as she ran over there. The blue flowers she'd been worried about days before were tangling around the faucet of the sink. It was a viney plant- morning glories, maybe- and the small white flowers next to it were growing straight up in a huge bushel. The Bonsai seemed to have gotten thicker at the base, and a little taller too. She ran her fingers over it in awe and gasped as it quivered a bit, like a living thing. She smothered a shriek as the morning glory unwrapped itself from the faucet and attached itself to her wrist, looping around and around, tighter and tighter, just before the point of cutting off her circulation.
"Holy mother of pearl!" she gasped. Wildly she glanced about, and scooped up the pot containing the morning glory and rushed outside with it. The other plants were okay, but the morning glory was going insane! It reminded her of some cheezey old horror flick!
She jogged across the lawn, and the morning glory continued to wrap its vines around. To the point of panic, she jumped from foot to foot, trying to get the damn plant offa her.
"Stop it!" she ground out in a hushed voice as she came to the edge of the woods. She let go of the pot, but it didn't even drop. The vines were so well rooted to it, and so well wrapped around her wrists and arms, that the pot just hung there, swinging back and forth.
"Let go!" she yelled.
She was shocked when the plant actually began loosening its hold on her and fell gently to the ground. Curious, she leaned down and picked up one of the blooms. It started to tremble and then wilted in her palm. Wide eyed, she watched as a seed appeared after a few moments.
"What in the world?" she whispered. She heard a faint ringing in her ears and shook her head to rid herself of the sound. She gulped as the plant started to break through the pot and rooted itself firmly into the ground. Gripping the seed, more than a little shocked, she backed away.
"Okay. I guess if you wanna grow like mad, go ahead and grow like mad." She glanced down and blanched as she noticed the seed bursting open and a tiny little sprout popping out, right in her palm. "Ah schibble!" She stood there for a moment.
Then she stuck her tongue out at the sprout and glared at it.
"Bugger off!"
A while later, Lin drug herself back into the house. Only after the promise to come back did the morning glories actually allow her to leave. Every other time she'd tried, there'd been this thing where vines would appear at her ankles and root her to the spot.
She'd already deduced that it was something inside her that was making the plants grow like crazy. Maybe some power.
She wondered if she should tell Robyn. Robyn would want to know.
-No.- she thought firmly. -I want to keep this to myself for a while. Just until I have more of an idea of what it is...-
She blinked as she saw the aforementioned Birdie sitting at the kitchen table, gulping down a large glass of orang juice. Robyn was clad in her pajamas still, and her hair was pulled back in a messy twist at the nape of her neck. She still looked tired, but better than she had before, so Lin sat down a couple chairs down so she could get a good angle on her older sister's expressions while they talked.
"So? You gonna tell me why you were in that bad of shape when you got back?"
Robyn glanced over at her as if seeing her for the first time and blinked. A tired smile graced her lips as she passed a hand over her messy hair and then leaned her chin into that hand.
"Not much to tell. I used up a lot of energy doing all that. If I'd teleported, I probably would have been uconcious before I hit the ground." She shrugged.
"You never got tired before," Lin pointed out.
"True, but then, I've never transported my soul between worlds either. And the Blessed Realm doesn't count," she stated firmly when Lin would have said something about the Blessed Realm. "Even that's very taxing. Remember when you and Kitty first went under the haven of the tree with me?"
"Well, that still doesn't explain why you were so exhausted."
Robyn sighed. "New quick lesson. The magical energy stored inside us is not directly connected to our physical energy." She leaned on the other hand, dropping the other into her lap. "However, when doing something magical requiring the aid of the physical, it's taxing." She glanced over at Lin to see that she was listening. "In my case, I used a lot of mixed energies." She shrugged and stood up. "I'm going back up to bed. Oh! And guess what!" She paused at the door, and Lin, frustrated, stood.
"Day after tomorrow, we're starting your lessons again!" A sad looked crossed the forced expression of cheer. "We're going to have to push things, Lin. I'm sorry for that. I thought we'd have all the time in the world for your training, even if it didn't feel that way." The exhausted blonde left without elaborating and Lin stomped her foot in frustration.
"Birdie, you bird-brain," Lin muttered at the retreating girl's back.
Resigned to the fate of not getting well-defined answers, Lin walked down the hall parallel the stair case and stepped into the family room.
Not everyone was there. Kentoe and Dais were enjoying some combat game on the big screen TV; Ryo was playing chess with Rowen; the navy hair warlord, Kale, was flipping through a magazine. Mia was reading the book Robyn had lent to her. Nobody else was in the room, and Lin turned around without a word. She didn't feel like hanging with them.
She made her way to the library on the second floor and found Katrin and Cye. They were sitting at opposite ends of the room, quite as church mice, and just as shy. Lin smiled a bit and would have left, but Katrin called out and stopped her from leaving just yet.
"Hey, Lin. You have any chapstick I could borrow?" she asked, looking up from the blue covered, thick book she was reading. (AN: Hmmmm. I wonder what she could be reading.)
Without thinking, Lin reached into her pocket and pulled out the small tube she'd been carrying with her since that morning. It was her own concoction, something she'd been working at to give her softer lips, but it didn't work very well. She usually had some in her pocket and didn't think anything of it as she tossed the tampered-with stick to the unsuspecting, albeit inadvertant, victim across the room.
Katrin snatched it out of the air and put some on.
"Hey, waita min-... Uh-oh," Lin said in a little kid's voice, plastering an "oopsie-daisy!" look on her face.
The atmosphere of the room seemd to change, and Katrin dropped the chapstick the same time Cye looked up and his gaze locked with hers. Blue clashed with brown- a brown swiftly changing to black- and heat seemed to visibly spark from their eyes as they slowly started moving from their seats, dropping the books they'd been reading, and cautiously setting their paths for one another.
"Cye?" Katrin said breathlessly.
"Yes?" he growled out, a sound very out of character for him.
"Get over here you sexy little fish lover!" she commanded (AN: Hmmm. Inuendo?). You didn't have to tell him twice as he rushed over to her and their lips fused as their passion for each other clashed.
Lin watched on, her eyes as wide as dinner plates.
She swore she was scarred for life.
It was over much to soon for the Kitty and the Brit, as realization finally seemed to dawn on them after the fourth or fifth time they had to come up for air. By that time they'd made it to a chair, pressing and rubbing and kissing, Katrin straddling Cye's lap.
Katrin was immersed in the most pleasant sensations of her life, as she greedily kissed the adorabley sexy young man whose lap she occupied. Wait.. Kissing? Sexy? Lap...?
She snappped her eyes open the same time he did.
Cye, meanwhile, was deducing that he wanted to find a bed, the floor, a closet, anywhere! Then the pleasurable pressure under his lips stalled, and a bit of his blood flowed back up to the brain in the head on his shoulders, and he opened eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed.
Their lips were still locked, and her eyes had lightened again. She blinked.
He blinked.
She blinked.
He blinked once more for good measure.
A low whine started somewhere in the back of Katrin's throat, and Cye could feel the vibrations of said whine flowing through his lips where they touched hers. He felt heat spread across his face as he realized his lips weren't the only thing touching her. His hands had found a few rather inappropriate- and soft- places to latch onto.
The whine became louder as they sat as still as could be.
Lin- yeah, remember her?- started to back away.
The number of objects that flew from Katrins tote afterwards were nearly uncountable, and the mess they made was atrocious. But let's not leave it at that! No! Let's describe the fact that Katrin remaind glued to Cye's lap for the first thirty seconds of throwing- I wonder why!- before she unseated herself. Her tote had been attached to her belt, so it made it an easy access route for the numerous things she had in mind to throw at the poor redhead.
"DIE!" she shouted. "WEASEL!" She started the loud whining noise- dubbed a "skreik" by her sisters- again as she ran after Lin.
"I didn't mean to!" Lin defended herself, uselessly, as she ran from the onslaught of objects made for pelting. Regardless of her impending doom, and the fact that she wasn't going to sleep at night because of the scene her sister had made, Lin couldn't help but let one lone giggle escape before it was cut off by the squeaky body of a rubber duck smacking her in the forehead.
"Hey! No duckies allowed in this!" Lin shouted.
"Die by ketchup then!" and a plastic bottle of ketchup smacked her shoulder.
The pile of thrown objects grew and grew as they either missed Lin or flew down the stairs.
"Hey! What's all that noise!" somebody called as they climbed the stairs. "What is all this crap!" Lin recognize Sage's voice and shouted.
"Buffy! If you know what's good for you-"
Too late. Katrin, under her fit of rage, thrust her hand in her bag one last time, envisioning something big and hard and heavy. Must... destroy... redhead...! DIE!
She hurled the bowling ball at Lin, who'd finally made it to the edge of the stairs.
*THUNK!*
*THA-DUNK!*
*CRUNCH*
Insert a really loud semi-sissy shout here.
"The hell?" Robyn poked her head out ofher room a minute later, rubbing her eyes. She looked at the piles of junk around her.
If she were in an anime, she swore there would be a huge sweat drop rolling down the back of her head right then.
Wait...
She nearly dehydrated after that.
The Next Morning...
Everything was quiet in the Ronin Manor that morning. Quiet, except for the shuffling of garbage bags as two unfortunate young woman cleaned up the hall after the destruction left in their wake the night before.
They were silent as stone as they bent over, picked things up, and shoved them in the trashbags; bent over, picked things up, and shoved them in the trashbags. They repeated the process what seemed like a thousand times.
A vein was ticking in Katrin's forehead as she lifted the bottle of ketchup and tossed it into her back. Next came a dirty sneaker, which she handled as little as possible
As they worked, everyone else was sitting down in the kitchen, eating a nearly silent breakfast. They feared the combined wrath of one injured blonde and one blushing Brit if they dared to say one thing to them about the previous night.
Robyn hardly knew what was going on as she picked exhaustedly at her food. It was slightly charred, something she hadn't ever witnessed in Cye's cooking before, and she wondered if he was coming down with something. A fever maybe? All she knew was he'd somehow been involved in the violence that roused her from her sleep the night before. She yawned and glanced over at Buffy. His foot was in a cast and he had a lump above his visible eye, and thanks to the power of his sword, he'd be out of it soon and the lump would go down; however, that didn't mean he was pleased with the fact that his foot had been crushed by a bowling ball, or that he'd toppled down the stairs and slammed into the opposite wall head first.
That was as much ass he knew. Katrin and Lin didn't want to talk about it.
They weren't even talking to Anubis, a surprise since he was up and about and they wanted to talk to him badly. Something about the tense atmosphere just didn't bode well for talking about anything.
Robyn didn't like silent meals.
Finally her thread snapped and she glanced at Cye.
"Cye, are you okay?" she asked tiredly. "You're acting like you saw a naked Arabic monkey humping a rat-terrier." There was a visible stiffening of his spine. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
That pushed him over and he swung around wildly.
"No!" he shouted nervously, his face about as red as Anubis's hair. "She doesn't! I mean..!" He fled the scene and Robyn watched him go with wide, more-alert eyes.
"What was that all about?" She blinked and glanced at everybody else. Only Anubis and Yulie, it seemed, shared her confusion. "Did I miss something?" She blinked again and then shot from her chair. "Hey! Whaddidee mean 'she' doesn't!" She stared after him. She put two and two together, managed to get some impossibly square-rooted number, and then yelled after him. "What did you do to Kitty!" She tripped over her chair on her way after him.
An Hour Later...
"You know this is your fault in a way."
Lin about jumped a mile as the calm tones of Sage's voice sounded behind her. She spun around and glared at him.
"Do you mind!" she snapped. "And what are you talking about. This is not my fault!"
"Well, if it hadn't been for you," Sage replied calmly, "Katrin would not have gotten a hold of that chapstick of yours, and she wouldn't have thrown that bowling ball." They were standing in the hallway. "And my poor foot wouldn't be in a cast right now."
"Poor widdle Buffy," she said saracastically. "What? Do you want me to kiss it and make it all better?"
"Maybe."
She pouted. "I was being sarcastic."
"I know. I wasn't though." He flashed her a smile. "So, when are we going on that date you owe me?"
"Pardon?" She blinked.
"We never did go out on that date, and-"
"And as far as that date is concerned, its time has come and gone, is in the past, and will stay buried there. If you want you can plant some daisies at its grave, but it's not going to help it come back to life," she uttered dryly as she started walking away.
"So why did you make chapstick that unleashes desire, hmm?" he asked smoothly as he followed her. "Have somebody you want to jump, or something?"
"It was a mistake in the mixture," Lin shot back.
"I'm sure. How long have you had it?" He grinned as she calculated and he eyes widened. "Not long, huh? Well, I find that flattering."
"You would!" she shouted at him. "That's just like you, you egotisical, self-centered prat!"
"I love the way you sweet-talk." He smirked and bowed to her. "If you want it that way, I'll ask again. Fair and lovely Lin, would you honor me by accompanying me on a date tonight?"
"In your dreams!" she yelled, heading for the stairs to the third floor.
"Plenty of those, I assure you."
Lin growled. He was changing his tactics again! She swung around to give him a piece of her fine-tuned mind, when he switched to his original way of doing things, and before she knew it, she was sitting on the table in the hall, and he was smiling up at her.
"What's the matter Sage?" she growled. "Can't get a date without forcing a chick?"
"Well, since there is no 'chick' in my presence, I'll settle for asking gently of the beautiful, and willful young woman sitting right before me." Sage graced her with another of his normally heart-melting smiles. "Will you go out with me tonight?"
"Sage, I can't be bothered with this right now! You can't either. Or are you just ignoring the fact that-" Lin found her mouth covered by his strong, gentle hand and stared at it.
"Lin," he said calmly. "I'm aware that these are dangerous times. But it doesn't mean I won't take the chance to be normal between the times of chaos. It's dangerous for a warrior to be so on guard that he can't see peril right before him. That's how I was before. It's better to be relaxed and prepared. Relaxation promotes the warding of nervousness." He removed his hand and watched her seriously. "Lin, while it's still peaceful, I want to relax and have some fun, and I want to do that with you. I'm interested in you. Is there something so wrong with that?"
Lin didn't look at him, kept her face impassive.
"Will you please go out with me tonight? It might be my only chance to show you some light before the real chaos begins."
A sigh broke her lips and reluctantly she nodded.
Sage's demeanor changed and he smiled. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and noticed his eyes were shining, and she had to admit he was cute when he was happy.
Something- the sincerity maybe?- in his voice had really gotten to her. She'd never known a guy that was actually interested in her. And Sage was hot. Maybe he wasn't faking it. Maybe he actually did have something beyond mild interest in her. She didn't know.
She supposed she was about to find out.
"You won't regret it," he promised, and before she could make a crack, he brushed his fingertips across her cheek and walked off.
Oiy...
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Heya! Oooh, this chapter was fun. I was threatened that if I didn't have the chapter done soon, then my dream of having a naked Piccolo with "bonus features" was going to be dashed away! I couldn't allow that to happen! MWAHAHA! HE IS MINE!
Anyway...
Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Oh, and to a certain someone who helps me with story ideas, the others that were going to be on this chapter will be on the next. Sorry! Please give me my Piccolo!
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Himby: **Squeaks**
Oh... I'm supposed to say that I don't own the Ronins?
Himby: **Nods affirmatively**
Oh... Well I don't...
Note: -* words* - means shared thoughts between the girls.
-words- mean private thoughts of a person.
Chapter 12 By: Soulful Gray
Robyn stared at the floor. Fresh towels and her pajamas were there, folded neatly and waiting patiently. She grabbed the towels and set about drying herself. Then she threw on the pajamas and wrapped her hair in the smaller towel and walked out of the bathroom, automatically heading for the room she shared with her sisters.
Nobody was there to stop her from opening the door and walking in. She jumped when she saw Sage in there, and Anubis asleep on the bed. The bearer of Halo looked over at her in surprise.
"Oh. I guess they forgot to tell you to use a room upstairs."
"Upstairs?" she groaned and then she spotted her nest on the floor from days previous. "Excuse my language, but that idea can go to hell. I'm here, my blankets are waiting, and I'm not going to use up non-existent energy to drag my ass upstairs when the floor will work perfectly fine." Sage shrugged as she finished and hurled herself onto the pile of blankets and pillows.
"Suit yourself," he said as he turned back to healing Anubis.
She wasn't listening. She was already deep in her dreams.
Some time later, Lin was seated in the living room, at the counch under the big window that showed off a view of the front yard. She leaned over the back of the couch, her arms folded under her chin and her legs tucked underneath her, staring at the front yard where Yulie was playing with White Blaze. She sighed. It amazed her that the little boy could still be so normal after all that had happened to him in his few years. Hell, it amazed her that they all were acting so normal.
The Ronins were a resiliant lot. Even though the Mortal Realm was being threatened, and death was a possibility, they were still bouncing back. They were training constantly, but aside from that they seemed to be hiding their worry.
The sun was beginning to set outside, and she smiled and couldn't help but twiddle her fingers at it, as if saying goodbye. Then she pulled herself off the comfy couch and pranced into the kitchen.
Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she glanced at the window above the sink. The flowers were spilling over the edge of the sill and she squeaked as she ran over there. The blue flowers she'd been worried about days before were tangling around the faucet of the sink. It was a viney plant- morning glories, maybe- and the small white flowers next to it were growing straight up in a huge bushel. The Bonsai seemed to have gotten thicker at the base, and a little taller too. She ran her fingers over it in awe and gasped as it quivered a bit, like a living thing. She smothered a shriek as the morning glory unwrapped itself from the faucet and attached itself to her wrist, looping around and around, tighter and tighter, just before the point of cutting off her circulation.
"Holy mother of pearl!" she gasped. Wildly she glanced about, and scooped up the pot containing the morning glory and rushed outside with it. The other plants were okay, but the morning glory was going insane! It reminded her of some cheezey old horror flick!
She jogged across the lawn, and the morning glory continued to wrap its vines around. To the point of panic, she jumped from foot to foot, trying to get the damn plant offa her.
"Stop it!" she ground out in a hushed voice as she came to the edge of the woods. She let go of the pot, but it didn't even drop. The vines were so well rooted to it, and so well wrapped around her wrists and arms, that the pot just hung there, swinging back and forth.
"Let go!" she yelled.
She was shocked when the plant actually began loosening its hold on her and fell gently to the ground. Curious, she leaned down and picked up one of the blooms. It started to tremble and then wilted in her palm. Wide eyed, she watched as a seed appeared after a few moments.
"What in the world?" she whispered. She heard a faint ringing in her ears and shook her head to rid herself of the sound. She gulped as the plant started to break through the pot and rooted itself firmly into the ground. Gripping the seed, more than a little shocked, she backed away.
"Okay. I guess if you wanna grow like mad, go ahead and grow like mad." She glanced down and blanched as she noticed the seed bursting open and a tiny little sprout popping out, right in her palm. "Ah schibble!" She stood there for a moment.
Then she stuck her tongue out at the sprout and glared at it.
"Bugger off!"
A while later, Lin drug herself back into the house. Only after the promise to come back did the morning glories actually allow her to leave. Every other time she'd tried, there'd been this thing where vines would appear at her ankles and root her to the spot.
She'd already deduced that it was something inside her that was making the plants grow like crazy. Maybe some power.
She wondered if she should tell Robyn. Robyn would want to know.
-No.- she thought firmly. -I want to keep this to myself for a while. Just until I have more of an idea of what it is...-
She blinked as she saw the aforementioned Birdie sitting at the kitchen table, gulping down a large glass of orang juice. Robyn was clad in her pajamas still, and her hair was pulled back in a messy twist at the nape of her neck. She still looked tired, but better than she had before, so Lin sat down a couple chairs down so she could get a good angle on her older sister's expressions while they talked.
"So? You gonna tell me why you were in that bad of shape when you got back?"
Robyn glanced over at her as if seeing her for the first time and blinked. A tired smile graced her lips as she passed a hand over her messy hair and then leaned her chin into that hand.
"Not much to tell. I used up a lot of energy doing all that. If I'd teleported, I probably would have been uconcious before I hit the ground." She shrugged.
"You never got tired before," Lin pointed out.
"True, but then, I've never transported my soul between worlds either. And the Blessed Realm doesn't count," she stated firmly when Lin would have said something about the Blessed Realm. "Even that's very taxing. Remember when you and Kitty first went under the haven of the tree with me?"
"Well, that still doesn't explain why you were so exhausted."
Robyn sighed. "New quick lesson. The magical energy stored inside us is not directly connected to our physical energy." She leaned on the other hand, dropping the other into her lap. "However, when doing something magical requiring the aid of the physical, it's taxing." She glanced over at Lin to see that she was listening. "In my case, I used a lot of mixed energies." She shrugged and stood up. "I'm going back up to bed. Oh! And guess what!" She paused at the door, and Lin, frustrated, stood.
"Day after tomorrow, we're starting your lessons again!" A sad looked crossed the forced expression of cheer. "We're going to have to push things, Lin. I'm sorry for that. I thought we'd have all the time in the world for your training, even if it didn't feel that way." The exhausted blonde left without elaborating and Lin stomped her foot in frustration.
"Birdie, you bird-brain," Lin muttered at the retreating girl's back.
Resigned to the fate of not getting well-defined answers, Lin walked down the hall parallel the stair case and stepped into the family room.
Not everyone was there. Kentoe and Dais were enjoying some combat game on the big screen TV; Ryo was playing chess with Rowen; the navy hair warlord, Kale, was flipping through a magazine. Mia was reading the book Robyn had lent to her. Nobody else was in the room, and Lin turned around without a word. She didn't feel like hanging with them.
She made her way to the library on the second floor and found Katrin and Cye. They were sitting at opposite ends of the room, quite as church mice, and just as shy. Lin smiled a bit and would have left, but Katrin called out and stopped her from leaving just yet.
"Hey, Lin. You have any chapstick I could borrow?" she asked, looking up from the blue covered, thick book she was reading. (AN: Hmmmm. I wonder what she could be reading.)
Without thinking, Lin reached into her pocket and pulled out the small tube she'd been carrying with her since that morning. It was her own concoction, something she'd been working at to give her softer lips, but it didn't work very well. She usually had some in her pocket and didn't think anything of it as she tossed the tampered-with stick to the unsuspecting, albeit inadvertant, victim across the room.
Katrin snatched it out of the air and put some on.
"Hey, waita min-... Uh-oh," Lin said in a little kid's voice, plastering an "oopsie-daisy!" look on her face.
The atmosphere of the room seemd to change, and Katrin dropped the chapstick the same time Cye looked up and his gaze locked with hers. Blue clashed with brown- a brown swiftly changing to black- and heat seemed to visibly spark from their eyes as they slowly started moving from their seats, dropping the books they'd been reading, and cautiously setting their paths for one another.
"Cye?" Katrin said breathlessly.
"Yes?" he growled out, a sound very out of character for him.
"Get over here you sexy little fish lover!" she commanded (AN: Hmmm. Inuendo?). You didn't have to tell him twice as he rushed over to her and their lips fused as their passion for each other clashed.
Lin watched on, her eyes as wide as dinner plates.
She swore she was scarred for life.
It was over much to soon for the Kitty and the Brit, as realization finally seemed to dawn on them after the fourth or fifth time they had to come up for air. By that time they'd made it to a chair, pressing and rubbing and kissing, Katrin straddling Cye's lap.
Katrin was immersed in the most pleasant sensations of her life, as she greedily kissed the adorabley sexy young man whose lap she occupied. Wait.. Kissing? Sexy? Lap...?
She snappped her eyes open the same time he did.
Cye, meanwhile, was deducing that he wanted to find a bed, the floor, a closet, anywhere! Then the pleasurable pressure under his lips stalled, and a bit of his blood flowed back up to the brain in the head on his shoulders, and he opened eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed.
Their lips were still locked, and her eyes had lightened again. She blinked.
He blinked.
She blinked.
He blinked once more for good measure.
A low whine started somewhere in the back of Katrin's throat, and Cye could feel the vibrations of said whine flowing through his lips where they touched hers. He felt heat spread across his face as he realized his lips weren't the only thing touching her. His hands had found a few rather inappropriate- and soft- places to latch onto.
The whine became louder as they sat as still as could be.
Lin- yeah, remember her?- started to back away.
The number of objects that flew from Katrins tote afterwards were nearly uncountable, and the mess they made was atrocious. But let's not leave it at that! No! Let's describe the fact that Katrin remaind glued to Cye's lap for the first thirty seconds of throwing- I wonder why!- before she unseated herself. Her tote had been attached to her belt, so it made it an easy access route for the numerous things she had in mind to throw at the poor redhead.
"DIE!" she shouted. "WEASEL!" She started the loud whining noise- dubbed a "skreik" by her sisters- again as she ran after Lin.
"I didn't mean to!" Lin defended herself, uselessly, as she ran from the onslaught of objects made for pelting. Regardless of her impending doom, and the fact that she wasn't going to sleep at night because of the scene her sister had made, Lin couldn't help but let one lone giggle escape before it was cut off by the squeaky body of a rubber duck smacking her in the forehead.
"Hey! No duckies allowed in this!" Lin shouted.
"Die by ketchup then!" and a plastic bottle of ketchup smacked her shoulder.
The pile of thrown objects grew and grew as they either missed Lin or flew down the stairs.
"Hey! What's all that noise!" somebody called as they climbed the stairs. "What is all this crap!" Lin recognize Sage's voice and shouted.
"Buffy! If you know what's good for you-"
Too late. Katrin, under her fit of rage, thrust her hand in her bag one last time, envisioning something big and hard and heavy. Must... destroy... redhead...! DIE!
She hurled the bowling ball at Lin, who'd finally made it to the edge of the stairs.
*THUNK!*
*THA-DUNK!*
*CRUNCH*
Insert a really loud semi-sissy shout here.
"The hell?" Robyn poked her head out ofher room a minute later, rubbing her eyes. She looked at the piles of junk around her.
If she were in an anime, she swore there would be a huge sweat drop rolling down the back of her head right then.
Wait...
She nearly dehydrated after that.
The Next Morning...
Everything was quiet in the Ronin Manor that morning. Quiet, except for the shuffling of garbage bags as two unfortunate young woman cleaned up the hall after the destruction left in their wake the night before.
They were silent as stone as they bent over, picked things up, and shoved them in the trashbags; bent over, picked things up, and shoved them in the trashbags. They repeated the process what seemed like a thousand times.
A vein was ticking in Katrin's forehead as she lifted the bottle of ketchup and tossed it into her back. Next came a dirty sneaker, which she handled as little as possible
As they worked, everyone else was sitting down in the kitchen, eating a nearly silent breakfast. They feared the combined wrath of one injured blonde and one blushing Brit if they dared to say one thing to them about the previous night.
Robyn hardly knew what was going on as she picked exhaustedly at her food. It was slightly charred, something she hadn't ever witnessed in Cye's cooking before, and she wondered if he was coming down with something. A fever maybe? All she knew was he'd somehow been involved in the violence that roused her from her sleep the night before. She yawned and glanced over at Buffy. His foot was in a cast and he had a lump above his visible eye, and thanks to the power of his sword, he'd be out of it soon and the lump would go down; however, that didn't mean he was pleased with the fact that his foot had been crushed by a bowling ball, or that he'd toppled down the stairs and slammed into the opposite wall head first.
That was as much ass he knew. Katrin and Lin didn't want to talk about it.
They weren't even talking to Anubis, a surprise since he was up and about and they wanted to talk to him badly. Something about the tense atmosphere just didn't bode well for talking about anything.
Robyn didn't like silent meals.
Finally her thread snapped and she glanced at Cye.
"Cye, are you okay?" she asked tiredly. "You're acting like you saw a naked Arabic monkey humping a rat-terrier." There was a visible stiffening of his spine. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
That pushed him over and he swung around wildly.
"No!" he shouted nervously, his face about as red as Anubis's hair. "She doesn't! I mean..!" He fled the scene and Robyn watched him go with wide, more-alert eyes.
"What was that all about?" She blinked and glanced at everybody else. Only Anubis and Yulie, it seemed, shared her confusion. "Did I miss something?" She blinked again and then shot from her chair. "Hey! Whaddidee mean 'she' doesn't!" She stared after him. She put two and two together, managed to get some impossibly square-rooted number, and then yelled after him. "What did you do to Kitty!" She tripped over her chair on her way after him.
An Hour Later...
"You know this is your fault in a way."
Lin about jumped a mile as the calm tones of Sage's voice sounded behind her. She spun around and glared at him.
"Do you mind!" she snapped. "And what are you talking about. This is not my fault!"
"Well, if it hadn't been for you," Sage replied calmly, "Katrin would not have gotten a hold of that chapstick of yours, and she wouldn't have thrown that bowling ball." They were standing in the hallway. "And my poor foot wouldn't be in a cast right now."
"Poor widdle Buffy," she said saracastically. "What? Do you want me to kiss it and make it all better?"
"Maybe."
She pouted. "I was being sarcastic."
"I know. I wasn't though." He flashed her a smile. "So, when are we going on that date you owe me?"
"Pardon?" She blinked.
"We never did go out on that date, and-"
"And as far as that date is concerned, its time has come and gone, is in the past, and will stay buried there. If you want you can plant some daisies at its grave, but it's not going to help it come back to life," she uttered dryly as she started walking away.
"So why did you make chapstick that unleashes desire, hmm?" he asked smoothly as he followed her. "Have somebody you want to jump, or something?"
"It was a mistake in the mixture," Lin shot back.
"I'm sure. How long have you had it?" He grinned as she calculated and he eyes widened. "Not long, huh? Well, I find that flattering."
"You would!" she shouted at him. "That's just like you, you egotisical, self-centered prat!"
"I love the way you sweet-talk." He smirked and bowed to her. "If you want it that way, I'll ask again. Fair and lovely Lin, would you honor me by accompanying me on a date tonight?"
"In your dreams!" she yelled, heading for the stairs to the third floor.
"Plenty of those, I assure you."
Lin growled. He was changing his tactics again! She swung around to give him a piece of her fine-tuned mind, when he switched to his original way of doing things, and before she knew it, she was sitting on the table in the hall, and he was smiling up at her.
"What's the matter Sage?" she growled. "Can't get a date without forcing a chick?"
"Well, since there is no 'chick' in my presence, I'll settle for asking gently of the beautiful, and willful young woman sitting right before me." Sage graced her with another of his normally heart-melting smiles. "Will you go out with me tonight?"
"Sage, I can't be bothered with this right now! You can't either. Or are you just ignoring the fact that-" Lin found her mouth covered by his strong, gentle hand and stared at it.
"Lin," he said calmly. "I'm aware that these are dangerous times. But it doesn't mean I won't take the chance to be normal between the times of chaos. It's dangerous for a warrior to be so on guard that he can't see peril right before him. That's how I was before. It's better to be relaxed and prepared. Relaxation promotes the warding of nervousness." He removed his hand and watched her seriously. "Lin, while it's still peaceful, I want to relax and have some fun, and I want to do that with you. I'm interested in you. Is there something so wrong with that?"
Lin didn't look at him, kept her face impassive.
"Will you please go out with me tonight? It might be my only chance to show you some light before the real chaos begins."
A sigh broke her lips and reluctantly she nodded.
Sage's demeanor changed and he smiled. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and noticed his eyes were shining, and she had to admit he was cute when he was happy.
Something- the sincerity maybe?- in his voice had really gotten to her. She'd never known a guy that was actually interested in her. And Sage was hot. Maybe he wasn't faking it. Maybe he actually did have something beyond mild interest in her. She didn't know.
She supposed she was about to find out.
"You won't regret it," he promised, and before she could make a crack, he brushed his fingertips across her cheek and walked off.
Oiy...
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Heya! Oooh, this chapter was fun. I was threatened that if I didn't have the chapter done soon, then my dream of having a naked Piccolo with "bonus features" was going to be dashed away! I couldn't allow that to happen! MWAHAHA! HE IS MINE!
Anyway...
Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Oh, and to a certain someone who helps me with story ideas, the others that were going to be on this chapter will be on the next. Sorry! Please give me my Piccolo!
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