YuRi Shipper: Wow… reviews. And my lack of posting… a teacher at my high school died. I had a funeral to attend and such. Anywho, I was hoping this chapter would satisfy any questions y'all have and such. Read and review, please.
I'm very impressed by the number of reviewers, so you know. -wink-
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The purple-haired woman had reached the top of the stairs before she stopped to think, mentally kicking herself. She had to calm down, think this through with a clear head… why was she so upset? Seeing the sickeningly cheerful girl that miserable had made her perfectly happy before she knew why the German had been moping. Amber eyes seemed to reflect fiery fury, though she allowed the bright orbs to slide closed, as she thought about the current situation a tad longer.
Sadly, she had reached a sort of conclusion – she couldn't harm Kasumi. She had no reason to touch her sister that would satisfy anyone. They'd jump to conclusions, and she didn't want them going there… no, she'd just have to find another way out. The youngest Japanese woman thought a tad longer, before a rather devious smirk crossed her normally blank, or angry, face. Oh, she may not have any right to care… but she knew who did.
To Ayane, it had become blatantly obvious that the Chinese woman she'd allowed to sleep in her room last night had grown rather attached to the youngest member of the captured crew. Indeed, it was true – Lei Fang was her name, correct?
She allowed her face to become a blank mask once more, shoving her own door open roughly, praying that the dark-haired one would still be there…
Lo and behold, not only was Lei Fang there, but just getting up, too. How precious… and all too perfect. Ayane had to suppress yet another smirk as she strode casually to her dresser, pondering how to start conversation with this girl…
"Ayane, was it?" Well, it seemed she wouldn't have to be the one to initiate conversation after all. In a very Ayane-like fashion, the purple-haired nineteen year old wheeled about, raising an eyebrow. "Yes."
"I… I just wanted to thank you for allowing me to use your room last night," It seemed it was rather hard for Lei Fang to say that, as her gaze remained glued to the floor, and she mumbled this. "But I'd like to know… is Hitomi alright? Have you seen her today?"
She wanted to cackle. Evilly at that. This girl had provided her with the perfect window of opportunity! Geez almightly, someone up there loved her… oh yes. Someone wanted Kasumi to pay, and Hitomi to… stop waking her up in the middle of the night. Or something along those lines.
"Yeah, I saw her, though I wouldn't say she looked to good," The girl dead-panned, shrugging. "She's wasted at the bar – had a few too many beers, I believe. It didn't help that Kasumi took advantage of her last night. What a terrible thing… always knew she was lousy. Oh well." She shrugged yet again, turning around abruptly, so that Lei Fang couldn't see her smirk, and she would be able to contain her snigger.
"She… she…" The Chinese woman looked surprised, though that expression faded away after a moment, leaving way for what was quickly becoming the most popular emotion among the women – anger. In fact, she was positively livid, thanking Ayane abruptly and leaving the room, cursing in her mother tongue.
At long last, she could let out that evil snigger, allow herself that evil smirk. Oh, she was good… the amber-eyed woman strolled out of the room, bathing suit over one arm. She seemed happy, for once. Hell, she even whistled as she walked, heading for the pool. There would be somewhere she could change without Kasumi flying into the room to escape the angered Lei Fang… and that's where Ayane was headed. Far away from the fight.
Indeed there was to be a fight, as Lei Fang burst into the room, her face red with anger, tears in her eyes, for some reason or another. "You bitch!" That phrase made the red-haired woman on the bed sit upright, tears streaking down her own face, before she turned away, standing up. "I don't feel like this right now, Lei Fang," Her voice barely above a whisper, she moved around on her feet, attempting to leave the room, only to be tackled to the bed by the angry Chinese woman, who was screaming bloody murder.
And thus the fighting started – a bitch slap to the amber-eyed one's face, a knee in the gut received by Lei Fang, bites, scratches, punches, kicks – they did it all, swapping blows – Lei Fang so she could take out her anger, and Kasumi so she could get away. One driven by anger, the other fear, they rolled off the bed, landing with a harsh thud on the floor.
On the level beneath them, four women looked upwards. Christie cocked an eyebrow, sniffing. "And she told us we fought to much." The Brit scoffed, folding her arms neatly across her chest.
Tina, Helena and Lisa seemed a tad more worried. They exchanged glances, before deciding to figure out exactly what was going on. "Me an' Lisa'll head upstairs – Christie, y'all should find Ayane… and Helena, see if you can find whichever one of 'em ain't in the fight."
"How do I know who that is?" The more intelligent of the two blondes blinked, cerulean eyes meeting clear blue for an instant.
"Whoever you find ain't the one at it."
"How do you know Ayane isn't a part of the fight?" Leave it to Christie to challenge Tina's judgement, though she had stood, unwittingly making her bust stick out further, causing the Texan to gulp, licking her lips. "Just a wild guess. She don't seem like the fist-fightin' type… plus, it didn't sound like 'er." It was true – the purple-haired woman had a distinct voice. Come to think of it, each of them did, actually.
Lisa and Tina left the area, leaving the two European women in the same room together for a few moments, praying they'd soon separate to do their bit as well. The dark-skinned American winced as she heard more shouts, as well as a dull clunk. It basically sounded like a pair of fighting children who'd taken it way too far.
"You think anyone's seriously hurt?" She asked, concerned for the well-being of the women she barely knew in this household. Tina shrugged, biting her lip as they reached the top, opening each door to check the rooms. "I hope not."
And voila – they came upon the fight at long last – actually, by opening the door, they themselves became victims, as a red-haired woman was thrown into them, causing all three of them to groan. Another woman followed, pouncing on top of Kasumi yet again, letting out an animalistic shriek as the frightened woman grabbed a fistful of hair, tugging on it.
Down below, Christie and Helena stood, facing one another for a moment, before Christie broke their gaze. "I should go find Ayane." She murmured, nodding and leaving the area, causing the long-haired French woman to sigh. How she wished they could have a civil conversation with one another – alone… maybe afterwards. Or that night… who knew? She could only do so much…
And so she set off to find who might be missing. It seemed Christie had gone in the direction of the pool, so Helena headed for the kitchen and bar – perhaps the other merely wanted a snack? Yes, that made sense…
"Stop!" Lisa's voice cut through the fighting, which, for some reason or another, Tina had been sucked into, though she was mainly providing a barrier between Lei Fang and Kasumi, panting. "Alright, we're all civilised women… let's talk this over…"
"She didn't bother to talk it over with Hitomi!" The Chinese woman accused, pointing a finger in Kasumi's direction as blood spurted from several places on her arms and neck, even a few on her face. Her lip particularly, as it was busted open. Kasumi's eyes widened, as she tilted her head back, pinching a bleeding nose that had been hit, yet not broken during the fight. Somehow, it had indeed survived.
"Donovan! Call a freakin' meetin', or somethin'!" The Texan hollered, looking about for their unseen tormentor. Oh, he'd better do what she said, too, or Tina would…
"Mon Dieu!" A groan had been the only reason Helena had even stumbled upon the young German girl – after all, she'd been searching the kitchen area, not the bar. But, those two areas being so close, and everything having suddenly gone deadly quiet made the blonde capable of finding the youngest member of the captured group.
Placing a hand upon Hitomi's shoulder, she gently shook the girl, brow creasing as she frowned. That was never good… of course, she did not know the girl did this regularly, in the mansion or not. And, not knowing that, the French woman had a perfectly normal reaction – she felt extremely worried. The bartender was no where to be seen, but you had to expect he was a sleaze…
Who'd allow a child to drink so much? She glanced at all the bottles and glasses, disgusted. Carefully, she managed to work the German girl's limp body about so that they were facing one another, and even pick her up, much like a mother might carry their baby. Of course, Hitomi was a very cumbersome baby, but Helena didn't seem to mind, treading cautiously back in the direction of what she liked to refer to as the 'lounge,' the area with the large television and couches. Once there, she would be able to put Hitomi down… but not until.
He placed his hands together, watching the screens in amusement, clicking a button and pulling an object over to himself, speaking in his usual tone as workers observed from behind him, taking notes. "Alright, Tina. You'll get your wish… all girls to the viewing room. We'll see if we can't straighten this mess out once we're all together."
The button was pressed again and the girls could no longer hear him – but Donovan was still watching. Once again, Alyssa was in the crowd, the fiery redhead who'd dare stand up to Donovan the last time. A woman with long, silky black hair stood by her side, looking all too smug, too… evil. Every now and again, her hands would travel back to Alyssa's body, when the girls weren't doing anything too interesting in the mansion that they had to watch…
"This promises to be interesting." Donovan stated, smirking, back still to his workers. "Take notes on this – it's important to our experiment." Indeed it was…
YuRi Shipper: Wow, I just realized how many damned sub-plots I have going on. Wowza. At any rate, read and review…
Man, my hands hurt. Switching scenes so often… makes them hurt. xDD
R&R, YuRi Shipper out.
