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Dragonheart: Ok, who thought I dropped off the earth?
Mote-kun and Dust-chan raises their respective hands.
Dragonheart: Bakas! You know I was busy!
Mote-kun: She never pays attention to us, you know. She's "too busy" to even feed us.
Dragonheart: Dude, you are a tiny dust particle in the air! You don't even eat!
Mote-kun: So you say. Bio failure!
Dragonheart: No, it's just government I'm failing...I got a A- in biology!
Dust-chan: Heh, let's see how long that lasts.
Dragonheart: I find very soon if I'm improving or if I'm getting worse...
Mote-kun: The latter is most likely.
Dragonheart: You're mean. Well, I want to briefly mention my life now. I am sick of sandwiches. Even the word just makes my stomach feel nauseous. I have eaten peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches for almost three straight months for lunch. Yeah, yeah. I know. Kids usually have to deal with that all the time. But I used to be homeschooled! I didn't have to eat that crap day after day after day! And I've hated them to begin with! But I digress. I am now studying at a college, so I bring my lunch with me to eat wherever. Yuck. It's hard. So hard. I hate Biology. And English. And Math. And Social Studies. bangs her head on her mental desk It sucks. Anyway, I am finished whining now. On with the story! I hope people aren't mad at me for not updating in so long...
Mote-kun: Count on me, they are!
Dragonheart: sighs
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Yah.
A delicate, pale hand swept platinum hair out of his ice blue eyes. "You are certain?" Milliardo asked his informat.
Cold eyes fixed on the Peacecraft's own cold ones. "Yes, I am. A girl named Cherry captured her when she stumbled in on the trainers' campsite," the mysterious spy told Milliardo. "I'm sorry for you, I know it's hard to lose your student, especially to human scum." The spy then smiled maliciously. "But, if all goes right, your student will be free again very soon."
"Your plan had better work, or I will make you regret it. I want her back. Soon."
The spy nodded curtly. He did not like being threatened, especially not by a bishie as powerful as the one he been employed by to spy on wandering trainers in the surrounding area.
The platinum blonde bishie had hired a spy because lately, many of the bishies in this territory were being captured, too many. If the rate of bishies being captured continued at that pace, there would be not enough older bishies around to care for the Chibi bishies. It, perhaps, had been a mistake to hire the bishie before him who was giving him a full-blown glare that sent shivers of terror down his spine.
The older of the Peacecraft siblings sighed morosely. His newest san trainee was missing. Her name was Noin. She was a sweet and kind girl. He had watched her proudly from her tiny chibi form and her awkward training sessions, to the agile bishoujo she was now. He considered her a part of his family, like a younger sister who he had to protect and watch out for. Despite having searched the forests profusely, avoiding those annoying trainers, of course, no one could find her. Milliardo feared she had been captured by one of trainers wandering around the Gundam Wing territory. An occupational hazard of being a bishie. Milliardo hoped Noin was safe.
"Ah! Get it off me! Get it off me!" Noin screeched in a panic as a very large preying mantis was flicked onto her shoulder by a mischieviously grinning Tasuki.
"Awww, is Noin scared of a tiny green bug?" Tasuki teased her.
Noin screamed in rage and tore the bug off her shoulder and threw it right smack into Tasuki's wide open, grinning mouth. The chaos that ensued was entirely disaterous in consequence of this partially-uncalled for action.
When Tasuki finished washing his mouth out with massive amounts of soap and water, he began chasing Noin all around the camp clearing with his tessen shouting, "Prepare to die!" and "I'm going to fry you to a cinder!"
Noin was yelling back at Tasuki, "Moron! You should have left me alone!" and some rather interesting expletives.
Angela listened to Noin's rantings in horror while Cherry merely grinned. "I didn't even know that was physically possible," Angela murmered in shock while Cherry burst out in rauceous laughter.
Aya was cooly ignoring the rowdy part of her group, mostly because of the helpful silencing wards erected by Sesshoumaru, one of her delightful bishies, and because she had her eyes closed while sitting in the lotus position. It was part of her daily routine, whose main parts were: awaken, meditate (which she was doing presently), practice katas (exchangeble with meditation which she did that day), eat, travel, eat, travel, eat, meditate, and sleep.
It took several minutes for Tasuki and Noin to calm down to merely shouting at one another.
"You know," Cherry muttered softly to Angela, "It's times like these that you wish you had a subduing spell like Kagome has to smoothe things over." Angela agreed by nodding mutely.
Cherry, feeling a little restless, went over to Suboshi's sleeping bag to attempt to rouse him for the millionth-plus time. "Suboshi, it's time to get up," she called into his ear.
Suboshi cracked open one eye lazily. "What time is it?"
"Eight o'clock."
"There's no such time as eight o'clock. Come back in four hours." With that bold statement, the saucy green-haired bishie rolled over and went back to snoozing peacefully.
Cherry sat silently for a minute, trying to get her rising, irritated anger under control to no success. Finally, loosing control, she yelled directly in Suboshi's ear, "Wake UP I SAID!"
Suboshi was up in an instant with a frightened look on his face. No one, I repeat, no one ever wanted to get on the irate red-head's bad side. "Maa, maa! I'm up!" he said holding his hands up placatingly.
"Good," Cherry stated shortly.
The rest of the day was uneventful. Cherry and Aya went bishie hunting, to no avail, while Angela and her bishies watched over their camp.
Near sunset, Cherry and Aya returned from their escapade, ate dinner tiredly with Angela, then retired for the night. Such a wonderfully frustrating day.
Before the girls went to bed, however; Aya, Cherry, and Angela mutually agreed that it was time to move on to a different territory. With that decision made, they decided that their next destination would be Naruto territory.
Dragonheart: O.o I did not write that. A demon possessed me! Ok, maybe I did write it. It's weird. Like it came out of...some...strange...being's head that is just toying with me. Maybe I should try sleeping. Yeah. I remember that. Very nice.
Dust-chan: Well, I for one rather liked the story.
Dragonheart: big shiny eyes Really?
Dust-chan: No.
Dragonheart: Tu es tan cruel!
Mote-kun: You are in America! Speak American, baka!
Dragonheart: points accusing finger at Mote-kun Hah! You said baka!
Mote-kun: Everyone knows baka!
Dust-chan: True.
Dragonheart: It is fascinating how we Americans integrate other nations languages into our own...I could talk about this for ages, but it'd most likely bore everyone to tears.
Mote-kun: Amen, sister.
Dust-chan: When are you going to add in the requested trainers, DH?
Dragonheart: Well, hopefully by next chapter. I am planning a few very detailed and exciting duels that will come up in at least 2-3 chapters from now. I'm also almost ready to post a few omake theaters.
Mote-kun: Oh, good lord.
Dust-chan: Don't worry, Trillium is helping.
Dragonheart: What's that supposed to mean?!
Mote-kun: What did it sound like tanto?
Dust-chan: Even you admitted Trillium comes up with some awesome ideas, DH!
Dragonheart: Yeah, but I'm...oh forget about it. Dear readers, please review. I'm a starving artist in need of your support! The sooner you review, the sooner I finish this fic and move on to the sequel! If enough people want it, I may post a sneak preview to the sequel to this fic: Battles and Destruction. So review! Ja ne!