Someone was waking up from a horrible nightmare. Someone was waking up with a horrible headache. Someone was eating my porridg--…oops! Wrong story! Anyhow…
With a moan of displeasure, the half-breed prince rubbed at his forehead where a large black and blue bruise was forming, currently unbeknownst to the stirring forms around him. "H-Hameeel?" A slightly high-pitched moan sounded from beside him. He glanced to the side, blinking at the bruised-forehead of the queen beside him. "Ow, damnit…" He complained, eyeing Flute with the slightest bit of concern. "Ya' got a big ugly bruise, too." He informed her as the other two forms beside them began to sit up. "Ha-chan? Sizer-chan? Flute-chan?" The Hero of Love said, gingerly touching the tender spot upon his cranium. "…Raiel? Brother? Flute? Are you alright?" The Fallen Angel asked, rubbing her sore temple. "Yes, we're fine, Sizer-chan. Where ARE we?" Flute asked, just now taking in their environment.
They were imprisoned inside of a metal cage, hanging from a large and sturdy tree branch, suspended in mid-air. It was a large cage, leaving each of them with about five feet of space to move around, with the adding of Sizer's large feathery wings "What the hell…" Hamel began, crinkling his brow in confusion. The others mouthed out murmurs of confusion as well, gazing around at their forestry surroundings.
Suddenly, though, a loud and evil laugh pierced through the silent air, striking terror into the hearts of little, cute, soft, furry, fluffy …ahem. forest animals, causing birds to faint and fall from their tree-top perches. From out of the dawn-dark trees and into the clearing came a caped form, followed closely by two others.
"Hah! I KNEW my hard work would pay off!" The front form spoke up, casting its head back in victory. "YOU!? You weren't the one who dragged their unconscious bodies back here and threw 'em in that cage!" One of the shorter forms said, sounding slightly annoyed. "Now, now, you two..." A deeper male voice with a clear southern accent started. "We all worked together to achieve a common goa--!" "BRYON, SHUT UP!" "Fine! Fine!"
"Who the hell are you!? Show yourself!" Hamel angrily shouted, sitting up on his knees and leaning over Flute's outstretched legs to grasp the bars of their prison, trying to get a better view of their captors. "…Dude. That's so old." The shorter one said, taking a step forward to reveal itself, followed by the other two. The shorter form was revealed to be a young female teenager with blonde hair that just reached below her shoulder blades and an average build. She wore a black hooded sweatshirt printed with the word "TOOL" and flared jeans. The taller deeper-voiced figure stepped forward, revealing itself to be an older male teenager with shorter brown/black hair and a light, thin build, out-heightening the shorter female by about four inches. He wore a plain beige t-shirt and carpenter jeans, which amazingly fit his SMALL waistline.
Last but certainly not least, the figure that was cloaked in darkness behind the other two emerged. Hamel's eyes widened in fear and he gasped allowed, recoiling back slightly from the bars and allowing his quivering hand to rest upon Flute's leg. "Ha-chan... it's..." Raiel began, glancing over at his friend with wide and uncertain eyes and then back at the sight before then. "No..." Hamel whispered. In unison, Flute and Sizer spoke up. "WHAT!?"
The figure before them was garbed in Hamel's exact hat and cloak, a smirk evily placed upon it's face.
"FASHION-STEALER!" Hamel suddenly accused, launching himself into a standing position and pointing a finger at the figure through the bars of the cage--or WOULD have if his head had not collided with the metal 'ceiling' of the cage and sent him stumbling woozily back to a sit. While a sweatdrop lined the foreheads of all, the "fashion-stealer" only smirked more. "You're SO STUPID. How could you hit your head!? It was like... right above you!" SHE spoke. Indeed, the female before them stood at a solid 5'5", just slightly taller than the shortest female. She was very thin, greatly resembling Hamel himself, and had orange hair that was styled and cut in just about the same fashion as his own. Beneath the cape she wore a black 'dominatrix'-looking piece.
At seeing this, the tallest spoke up. "Kanaru! Why didn't you wear something that COVERED you, like I asked?! Like these!" He produced a small pair of cloth cat ears, stepping forward and dangling them in front of the peeved girl. "Bryon, if you do NOT put those away in a matter of two seconds then I will show you Mr. Whippy for the SECOND time today." Her voice was masked in threatening calm, causing the male to take a few steps back and place the offending item back inside of his pocket, sweatdropping heavily.
After each of the prisoners disposed of their sweatdrops again, Hamel spoke up once more. "Okaaaayy... now that THAT'S over with. What the HELL ARE YOU GOING TO DO--!" Before he could finish his sentance, a small hand was placed over his mouth to quiet him. With a very annoyed side-glance, knowing who the hand belonged to, he glared. "...Hamel...." Flute began, quietly, almost in a whisper. She glanced to everyone in the group as she lowered her hand from Hamel's mouth. "...I think they're foreign. They don't act or sound like they're from around here. Maybe it's their custom to... you know... do this?" She finished, motioning to the cage they were in. "Do what?" Sizer replied. "Imprison random strangers in a suspended metal cage and bicker like wild animals?" "My point exactly." Raiel said, nodding his head to compliment his wife's 'reasoning'.
As the group continued to speak in a heated, private conversation the latter watched on with confusion. "Shouldn't they be... you know, scared or something?" The blonde asked. With a loud sigh, Kanaru turned to her companion. "WELL, Rachel, since we're dealing with our favorite legendary hero's who we know so much about, shouldn't we KNOW that they wouldn't be scared?" She questioned in reply. Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Flute would be afraid, making positive conclusions of the situation out of sheer optimism." Bryon nodded, chiming in afterwards. "And Raiel would be JUST as positive, only having a clearer sense of the real world, but usually failing to express this sense and just agreeing with Sizer, who seems to be the most reasonable out of all of them." Kanaru seemed slightly impressed as she listened, but chimed in on cue. "And jackass over there would be making unjust assumptions about us and trying to get the others to agree with his stupid and uninforced idea of "breaking out" and stealing back his violin, which he hasn't even REALIZED yet is sitting over here against this tree by me." And just as she finished this sentance, a shout erupted from the quiet conversation being held within the metal cage.
"Where the FUCK is my DAMN VIOLIN!?" Each of the 'foreigners' fell in unison. "YOU BASTARDS! I could get you BEHEADED in the GRAND HOLY KINGDOM of SFORZANDO for THEFT!" At that, Flute sweatdropped, eyeing Hamel with the slightest bit of distaste. "You know I won't agree to that, Hamel." She announced, letting out a small sigh. Hamel allowed his eye to tic, only seconds later dropping down to ear-level and whispering, "I'm just tryin' to scare 'em... play along!" "No." "...fine."
"Try it, Flute." Raiel whispered to the Queen, nodding enthusiastically. "Alright, then." She answered, turning and placing her small hands upon the bars.
The 'foreigners' spoke amongst themselves for a moment before being interrupted by a quiet sound. Turning to the clearing of a throat from inside of the cage, they watched as the smallest of their captives began to speak to them. "Hello. You DO know what that means, don't you...?" She asked them loudly, as if they were kindergarteners. With sweatdrops, the 'foreigners' looked on, only raising an eyebrow in reply. "Well... u-uhm... your... your ways--... I mean... what you're DOing is DIFFERENT then what WE USUALLY--you know what I mean--DO HERE. In this PLACE--!" "ALRIGHT ALREADY!" Flute was cut off by Kanaru's shout of annoyance. "We KNOW what we're doing, miss Queenie-poo-poo. Why don't you go pick some flowers!?" Flute looked shocked before recoiling slowly.
Hamel growled out in anger, but before he could say anything the blonde before them raised her voice. "Kanaru! That was so mean! You said you weren't going to bully them! And I LIKE FLUTE!" Rachel said, turning towards Kanaru, placing her hands on her hips in anger. "FINE. Just... can we PLEASE go get the stuff now?" With a roll of her eyes, Rachel nodded, and the two of them began making their way towards the cage.
Each of the prisoners back away from the cages opening, which the two 'foreign' females were approaching. Rachel took a key out of her pocket and inserted it inside of the lock. "The fuck are you doing!?" Hamel exclaimed, placing himself between Flute and the cage's opening. "Will you please just be cooperative? We're not going to hurt you people." Rachel told him, finally opening the lock. "Like you could…" Sizer mumbled, her crimson orbs slowly narrowing. Raiel kept a suspicious gaze upon the two of them as they swung open the cage. "Come over here, Bryon." Kanaru called, waving the male over. Bryon obliged.
Rachel, obviously being the most talkative of the three—or the group's speaker—continued. "You're all probably scared or confused about us…" Hamel snorted, Flute nodded slowly, Raiel and Sizer listened… "…but we're not here to harm you in any way. You see… we're from the future—" "DO YOU THINK WE'RE STUPID!?" Hamel interrupted, angrily throwing his arms around his chest. "You can't time travel. That isn't even possible, miss." Raiel spoke, wrinkling his brow in confusion. Sizer raised and eyebrow, clearly not amused. "LISTEN, PEOPLE." Kanaru shouted, silencing the caged group. "This isn't a joke." Bryon told them, staring at them as if they were the most unintelligent group of people ever born.
Which might've been true.
But it wasn't.
Okay…?
Yes, I'm sure.
With a roll of her eyes, Rachel sighed. Her neck was level with the opening of the cage, making her seems quiet short on her tiptoes, but as she struggled to stand she continued to speak. "We ARE from the future. If you can't believe that then oh well, we can't do anything about it. I will explain more AFTER we take Flute and Sizer for a change of clothes." "WHAT!?" Hamel and Raiel both exclaimed in unison, instantly throwing their arms out to shield their own respective women. "BRYON ISN'T COMING!" Kanaru shouted, causing an eruption from the other group. "But how do we know you're not going to suck out their knowledge and use them for unholy deeds?" Raiel exclaimed, each of the others now sporting their own sweatdrops.
"…They're going to change their clothes. That is all." Bryon said, sounding quite annoyed with the situation. "Exactly." Rachel chimed in. "They're foreigners, I told you!" Flute whispered to Hamel from over his shoulder. "It's okay, Hamel. They're not going to hurt us!" She assured him, moving out from behind him and towards the opening. "FLUTE! YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" Hamel shouted, lashing out a hand to pull the Queen back to him, but the Southern-voiced male was already lowering the overly optimistic and trusting Flute to the ground.
He now hated that Southern-voiced male.
He now hated ALL Southern-voiced males.
Sizer sighed and crawled out from behind Raiel. Raiel stuttered. "B-b-b-but…!" "Cut it out, Raiel. I'm not letting Flute go alone." And with that, she swung her legs over the edge of the cage and dropped to the ground. "BE CAREFUL, SWEETHEART!" Raiel exclaimed, plastering himself against the bars, tears flowing in brilliant sparkles—Bryon closed the cage's opening once more, locking it. "We'll be back in a few minutes." Kanaru told Bryon, who sat himself down on a tree trunk. "Be careful, love." He told her, casting her a giant smile. Kanaru sweatdropped heavily and Rachel let out a tiny snort of laugher as they lead the unnerved duo into the forest and out of sight.
Once alone, Bryon eyed his prisoners, who both sat miserably inside the suspended cage. His eyes moved to the side, glancing down at a small pile of coconuts before picking one up with a small sweatdrop. "Have to thank Ash for providing these." He said to himself, tossing the nut into the air before catching the glare directed his way from inside the cage. He raised an eyebrow.
"I really, really hate you…" Hamel said, seething so deeply that smoke could almost be seen rising from his ears.
"Heh." Bryon began, twirling the nut around in his hand. "It probably wouldn't be wise, but I could easily give you a concussion with this like I almost did, before." He smirked. Hamel's brows and eyes became flat, along with Raiel's. "You… knocked us out with… coconuts?" Raiel asked, sweatdropping. ""Er… yeah." Bryon began, sweatdropping slightly himself. "What's your point? A good friend provided us with some non-lethal solid objects, like we had asked her. She just… 'erm… found it humorous to give us coconuts instead of large rocks or the like." Bryon spoke, smacking the growing sweatdrop away from his forehead.
"I hope you know that I really, really hate you…" Hamel spoke up again, eyeing Bryon with the flattest stare ever.
Bryon just smiled and tossed the coconut at Hamel's section of the cage, whom instantly freaked, jumping into the air with fright, resulting in smacking his head against the top of the cage once more. "DAMN IT!" He shouted, rubbing at his sore cranium.
"We really need to thank Ash for these." Bryon repeated, leaning back against a tree.